The beauty god is forced to love every day

Chapter 222 The Chief Disciple committed an offense again today 4

Yan Qing changed his hand and clenched his fist to support his head, and asked nonchalantly, "Do you want to avenge him?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, and his aura became more fierce. "This man is from our Qianwu Dynasty. If you kill him, you will pay the price."

Yan Qing raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, "Just you? Just go to bed!"

The old man laughed in anger, "What an arrogant boy! Today I will let you know who you cannot mess with."

After saying that, the old man formed seals with his hands and launched a powerful spiritual attack towards Yan Qing and Yuwen Si.

Yan Qing was not in a hurry. He waved his hand lightly and blocked the attack in mid-air. As his fingertips moved slightly, the attack dissipated instantly.

He raised his eyes and looked at Yuwen Si with a doting smile, "Keep killing, I'll support you, it's okay."

Yuwen Si clasped his fists and bowed. All the grievances he had suffered in recent days suddenly flooded into his heart, making his eyes unconsciously sore.

He swung the long sword in his hand in a sword flower and went towards the other people of the Qianwu Dynasty again.

The old man was shocked when he saw this. He didn't expect Yan Qing to be so powerful and his attack was blocked so easily.

"Who are you? Why do you want to be an enemy of our Qianwu Dynasty?" the old man asked sternly.

Yan Qing didn't even raise his eyelids, and focused on watching the little prince kill people. "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you, the Qianwu Dynasty, did something that you shouldn't have done."

“There’s a price to pay.”

The old man snorted coldly, "What a big tone, I want to see how capable you are."

After saying that, the old man launched another attack. This time the attack was more fierce than before. Yan Qing still responded calmly and broke the old man's attack with a wave of his hand.

He also imprisoned the person in place, with his fingertips close to his lips, “Shh, be quiet, you are disturbing my little prince and killing him.

These old men finally realized that they had offended the wrong people, and they could break a perfect Jindan with a full-strength attack with just a wave of their hands.

Then this person's cultivation must be at the Nascent Soul stage, or at a higher level, and he cannot afford to offend anyone.

However, people from the Qianwu Dynasty died in the territory he protected. Thinking of that man's terrible methods, he must not let anyone from the Qianwu Dynasty die.

Then he must be to blame and deserves to die.

He once again mobilized all his spiritual power, trying to break free from the restraints on his body, but it was of no avail. He could only watch with bloodshot eyes.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the bright red blood dyed the entire hall red, until the last enemy was beheaded by the sword.

Yuwen Si just stopped, a blood mist rose in his eyes, and he knelt down suddenly, "Father, mother, your son has avenged you."

Yan Qing kowtowed to Yuwen Si before he stood up and walked forward. In an instant he appeared beside him and touched his head.

"Your father and mother will definitely be proud of you."

Yuwen Si looked up at Yan Qing, tears could no longer be held back, "Thank you, Immortal. If it weren't for you, I would have already......"

Yan Qing half squatted and gently wiped Yuwen Si's tears, "Why are you crying? You've become a little kitten."

Yuwen Si wiped his tears hastily, and immediately stopped crying. He raised his head and said, "No."

"That's good." Yan Qing chuckled, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off Yuwen Si's face bit by bit.

Looking at the bloody man who had regained his dignified appearance, he stood up with great satisfaction.

But when Yuwen Si, who had been holding on for a long time, finally got his revenge, all his tense nerves relaxed, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.

Yan Qing quickly caught the man, held him in his arms, reached out to push away the strands of hair on his forehead, and gently scratched his nose.

"If you are tired, just sleep peacefully! Everything will be over when you wake up."

As he spoke, he hugged the man tighter, touched Yu Wen Si's forehead with pity, and ruthlessly announced the old man's life or death.

"You too die!"

As the words fell, the old man turned into ashes before he could even utter a scream.

But the token left behind emitted light, and the next moment, a projection of spiritual consciousness appeared at the original place, it was a majestic white-haired old man.

The projection of spiritual consciousness exuded a powerful pressure, making the entire space seem to solidify. Yan Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression became more serious.

A cold voice came from the divine consciousness projection, "Who dares to kill someone from the Qianwu Dynasty?"

Yan Qing hugged Yuwen Si tightly in his arms and said nonchalantly, "I killed him, do you have any objection?"

The divine consciousness projection snorted coldly, "How dare you! I am the ruler of the Qianwu Dynasty. You shouldn't have killed them all. Today, you must pay the price for your actions."

Yan Qing raised a cold smile, "Just relying on your little spiritual consciousness."

"What a big tone." The divine consciousness frowned in displeasure and launched an attack.

Yan Qing destroyed the attack of the spiritual consciousness with a wave of his hand, and the Sword of Asking the Sky instantly slashed towards the spiritual consciousness. The powerful pressure was so strong that the spiritual consciousness could not move.

The old man's face was pale. He knew that he was doomed today. He sighed and said, "Forget it. I failed today, but you must remember that the Qianwu Dynasty will not let this go."

Yan Qing raised a cold smile and said, "I'll be at your service anytime."

As his spiritual consciousness was destroyed, Yan Qing also disappeared from the spot.

In a small town.

Yan Qing looked at the unconscious person on the bed and touched Yuwen Si's forehead with her fingertips. There was nothing wrong with his body, so why didn't he wake up?

Yi Er was eating in the room with big mouthfuls of food, and soon he had finished a lot. Yan Qing turned around and looked at the pile of plates.

He swung his sleeves speechlessly, and the invisible spiritual power instantly knocked down the piled plates, all of which fell on Yier.

Only the sound of a plate breaking was heard, and a mini version of the Qilin slowly flew up with a proud look on its face.

"Fortunately I was smart and became smaller, so it didn't hit me."

The next moment, he was knocked to the ground by the hilt of the sword in front of him, and he looked at the green sword in front of him with his arms and legs spread out. [Boss, this is not necessary! ]

[You don't need to do it yourself, just say no. 】

Yan Qing looked at the half-empty spirit stone bag, and moved his fingertips slightly to recall the Heavenly Sword, "One, two, enough is enough."

"It's only been three days, and you've eaten half of my spirit stones. We'll have to fly for several days to get to the teleportation array, and we won't have any spirit stones by then."

"Do you want me to use you to activate the teleportation array?"

Yi Er curled his lips and flew back to Yan Qing unwillingly, "Boss, I didn't eat much either. It was mainly because it was too delicious and I couldn't help myself."

Yan Qing rolled his eyes, put Yier and Er into the space, waved his hand to deal with the plate, and then thought about how to go back.

The entire Qianlong Road is divided into four major sects and one dynasty. Xuantian Sect, as one of the four major sects, is located at the northernmost end of Qianlong Road.

When he came here, he used a large teleportation array to cross the entire continent in an instant. Now he wants to go back, but there is no large teleportation array here.

A bit of a headache.