Long Zun laughed, but he sneered, he didn't have time to talk nonsense here with a Qingyunmen disciple who was not even a warrior realm, and directly said to all the Qingyunmen disciples present in a commanding tone: "Now go and tell Shang Minmin immediately, just say that the old man of the Tianlong Kingdom has come to fulfill the three-year covenant." ”

Several Qingyunmen disciples looked at each other, they didn't know who Shang Minmin was, and at the same time, they didn't like Long Zun's tone even more, they dared to treat Qingyunmen disciples like this on the chassis of Qingyunmen, and they had the same idea in their hearts, they must give this person who doesn't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth good.

However, someone was faster than them, and Zou Tong couldn't bear it anymore, so he rushed over, and at the same time said in his mouth: "I don't know what is dead or alive, you lie down for me!"

The palm wind is still a little stronger, but unfortunately the strength is too low, his palm wind can relieve the heat of Long Zun at most, if you want to hurt people, you must rely on the palm power.

It's a pity that this has to be given a chance by Long Zun, in fact, Long Zun has been delayed here for too long, too lazy to talk nonsense, knowing that if he doesn't do it, these people will not be interested.

The last to come, Long Zun, a half-step martial arts cultivator, is too easy and simple to clean up a small cultivator in the realm of martial apprentices, raising his hand is a palm, Zou Tong didn't know what was going on, the person flew out upside down, and blood spilled out in mid-air.

Zou Tong fell heavily to the ground, not because he didn't want to use his mystical force to dissolve the force of the impact, but after being slapped, he lost control of his body, and could only watch himself fall to the ground like a sack.

Poof! Another mouthful of blood spurted out, this time not by the force of the palm, but by the fall, spurting out a second mouthful of blood in the body.

He should be glad that Long Zun deliberately spared his life, otherwise the palm just now would not have fallen on Zou Tong's body, but on his body.

From the time he was knocked to the time he landed, Zou Tong's brain was always confused, and he didn't know that he had fallen to the ground and spurted out two mouthfuls of blood.

Obviously he didn't get that slap, the whole process was like a dream, and he became a completely uncontrolled puppet.

Among the several Qingyunmen disciples, there are always flexible brains, and after seeing this scene, they first didn't believe what they saw with their eyes, and then opened their big mouths in surprise that could be stuffed into an egg, completely stunned.

At this time, the first thought was impossible, and then the second thought was that the matter was big, someone attacked Qingyunmen, and this person was still a new beginner disciple who passed the Qingyunmen disciple assessment.

Beep!

An extremely harsh voice came out of the mouth of this Qingyunmen disciple, and many young people who had just arrived here and had not yet left immediately covered their ears with their hands, and even buried their heads between their legs, which showed how harsh this voice was.

Fortunately, the voice disappeared after a short time, and these young people were relieved and relieved.

"What are you doing?" the puzzled Qingyun Sect disciple asked the fellow disciple who made the sound.

"Someone attacked Qingyunmen. The Qingyun Sect disciple explained.

Zou Tong, who was a little seriously injured not far away, wanted to raise his thumb in agreement when he heard this, if this Qingyun Sect disciple didn't blow his whistle, he would blow it.

However, Zou Tong only had the same purpose as this Qingyunmen disciple, but it was not a reason to have the same purpose.

He didn't believe that anyone dared to attack Qingyunmen, let alone a young man who wanted to attack Qingyunmen, who didn't look older than him.

But he knew that as long as the hat of attacking Qingyunmen was fastened on his head, no matter who it was, Qingyunmen would not let this person live in the world.

He just regretted that he couldn't bring this person into Qingyunmen and stay by his side, otherwise he had a way to concoct it, so that he could not survive and die, and now he could only count on the sect to kill this person.

Although the final result was the same, he did not have the relief he had solved by himself.

"Will he attack Qingyunmen?" On the side, a Qingyunmen disciple still couldn't believe it, looking at the Qingyunmen disciple who made a whistling sound.

This Qingyunmen disciple didn't explain, just stared at Long Zun with a defensive expression, as if he was staring at a prey.

Long Zun stood calmly in place, he was not angry at all about the Qingyunmen disciples who made this whistle, and he would not be embarrassed, because he also hoped that through this whistle, he could attract some higher-status figures in the Qingyunmen, so that he could bring a message to inform Shang Minmin that he had come to fulfill the three-year contract.

Zou Tong could finally get up from the ground, although the internal injuries were not light, but he unexpectedly did not get angry at Long Zun, but hid to the side, looking at Long Zun with a resentful face.

At this time, he has a normal brain, and he still knows more or less that Long Zun is more powerful than him, otherwise he will not hurt him with one palm, so he will not take the initiative to come forward to find abuse like death.

It didn't take long, and a dark blue figure flew out from the deeper part of Qingyun Mountain and stopped in a clearing not far from Zou Tong.

"Who sent the distress signal?" As soon as it stabilized, the navy blue figure revealed the characteristic face of a middle-aged man.

"Deacon Zhou, that's the signal I sent. The Qingyun Sect disciple who made the whistling sound said.

Deacon Zhou frowned and said, "What happened? Why do you want to send a distress signal?"

The Qingyun Sect disciple who made a whistling sound said respectfully: "Someone is attacking the Qingyun Sect, so the disciple sent a signal for help?"

As soon as he heard this reason, he knew that the matter was big, and Deacon Zhou's face sank, and he could understand in his heart that the person who could attack Qingyunmen and dare to attack Qingyunmen was not something that a small deacon like him could deal with.

But in the face of so many Qingyunmen disciples and so many young people who were about to become Qingyunmen disciples, Deacon Zhou resisted the urge to send out a distress signal, and his eyes swept over the crowd present, wanting to find out who attacked Qingyunmen.

After looking at the past, he found that none of the people present seemed to be able to attack Qingyunmen, and then his heart sank, and then he was relieved, and immediately thought of a possibility that the people who attacked Qingyunmen might have left.

Although it was a pity that he failed to catch the person who attacked Qingyunmen, it was fortunate that he protected many disciples and did not have to face an opponent whose strength was unknown.

However, if he should ask, he still had to ask, so he asked, "Where are the people who attacked Qingyunmen?"

The Qingyunmen disciple pointed at Long Zun with his hand and said, "It's him." ”

Deacon Zhou's gaze followed the direction of the Qingyunmen disciple's finger, and when he saw that it was a young man who was fingering, he almost went crazy.

His eyebrows widened and his eyes widened, and he scolded: "Nonsense, he is just an ordinary person, how to attack Qingyunmen." ”

(End of chapter)