C465 Kunlun five elders (1/2)

Ye Qian had never planned to kill Fan Nuoyi before. After all, after his battle with Fan Nuoyi, Ye Qian's consumption of energy was too great, and the current Ye Qian had not fully developed his Mortal Realm yet. Unless he reached the peak of the Worldly Immortal Stage and swept across the entire Mortal Realm, Ye Qian would not foolishly expose himself and make him the target of those Hidden Gate.

However, Fan Nuoyi's actions had completely crossed Ye Qian's bottom line. When it was clear who was at the top and who was at the bottom, he actually wanted to use a magical equipment to kill him.

As for the enemy that had given up all hope to threaten his life, Ye Qian would definitely not let him go. The conceited Fan Nuoyi had no choice but to become the first soul under the Xuan-yuan Sword.

After killing Fan Nuoyi, Ye Qian's condition wasn't much better, and he hastily took care of Fan Nuoyi's corpse. Ye Qian quickly returned to his own villa, with the help of the Five Element Spirit Convergence Array, no matter if it was cultivation or recovery, Ye Qian's results were twice as good.

However, at this time, a thousand miles away on the mountain of Kunlun.

An old man in a snow-white daoist robe looked up at the sky. His originally smiling face instantly darkened.

The old hand slowly clenched into a fist and the light in his eyes became gloomy. He muttered to himself, ”Jiangnan, in Jiangnan... The Thailand Emperor's Sword has been unsheathed, but I never thought that the first life of this Thailand Emperor's Sword would come from my Mount Kunlun. ”

”Heaven Chosen? Heaven Chosen? Could it really be that after 300 years, the same thing has happened? Is it still the turn of our Hollow Jade Temple to face the calamity?”

After muttering to himself for a while, the white robed old man's eyes suddenly focused, and he snorted, ”Although it is said that 'the one who follows the heavens will take care of it', this thousand years of history of Mount Kunlun cannot be destroyed by the Poverty-stricken People …”

As he spoke, the old Daoist waved his hand and a ray of light flashed in the center of his palm, directly shooting towards the horizon. After the ray of light dissipated, a sound echoed on the summit of the entire Snow Region's Kunlun: ”Sect Leader Command, Kunlun Five Peak Elders, come quickly and assemble in the great hall.

Not even an hour had passed, and within the great hall with the towering Mount Kunlun and bright lamps, figures began to sway between the murmurs.

Only, one of the figures complained as he walked: ”He actually used the Sect Leader's Token in the middle of the night. What's so new about his Mount Kunlun?”

”Who knows? Speaking of which, Poverty-stricken People has not been to the main peak of the Kunlun for many years.”

”Humph, with Sect Leader Sou here, why would we go to the main peak? We're just leaving jokes!”

”Haha, junior brother Yan, it seems like you are still unwilling to give up on that match fifty years ago …”

”Humph!”

Not long later, five figures, four men and one woman, all wearing Daoist robes, stood within the main hall. In the center of the great hall of the Mount Kunlun, white-robed Taoist had his hair stuck to his chest, while two Sword Attendant Disciples stood respectfully behind his.

When the five Mount Kunlun elders who had heard the news and seen white-robed Taoist, although they were extremely unwilling, they still gave a respectful bow. ”Greetings Senior Brother Sect Leader.

white-robed Taoist smiled kindly and waved his hand: ”Junior Brothers, there is no need to be so courteous.” After that, the white-robed Taoist turned to the Sword Attendant Disciple behind him and said: ”Tong Er, look at your Martial Uncle s!”

Immediately after, the Sword Attendant disciple hurriedly moved five yellow and flowery wooden chairs engraved with the Azure Dragon and White Tiger to the back of the hall, and placed them in order.

You look at me, I look at you, and then, I sat down.

If Ye Qian was present at the moment, he would definitely be shocked, and his heart would be shocked about the status of Mount Kunlun. Just a mere Hollow Jade Temple branch in the Mortal Realm alone had six Worldly Immortals, and the old man in the white robe was probably already in the semi-divine realm. From the distribution of Mortal Realm, this was a terrifying matter.

Glancing at the five people seated below them, the white robed old man pursed his lips and chuckled: ”Fellow junior brothers, although I am of the same Kunlun as you, I have not seen you for many years. However, today, I see that my fellow junior brothers' cultivation have increased yet again, it is truly a joyous occasion!”

The white-robed old Daoist came up and greeted him.

However, it was clear that not all of the five people he sat on were willing to buy from him.

The first person seated on the left side of the hall was a muscular Daoist who appeared to be around forty to fifty years old. The Daoist was wearing a green daoist robe, had a white beard and beard, and his eyes were wide open.

Clasping his hands lightly, the Daoist man in green said, ”Senior Brother Kou, for you to use the Sect Leader's Token to summon us here in the middle of the night, you can't be trying to teach us your cultivation, right?”

After he finished, his eyes flashed with a gold light, and his entire body was filled with Fighting Spirit s.