Changsheng, invincible from taking a concubine

"Hahaha, she is indeed the woman that my Blood Demon Ancestor likes. I like her personality!"

As the voice fell, another giant bat-like puppet slowly fell down.

Dozens of black-clothed men jumped down from it.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

A large area was cleared in the square.

Feng Wuhen, who was originally unhappy, changed his face instantly.

The Blood Soul Sect is a relatively alternative sect in the cultivation world.

They improve their strength by refining human blood.

With this special cultivation method, the strength of the entire sect has reached the quasi-first-class.

Compared with their second-rate Qingfeng Pavilion, it is still stronger.

This Blood Demon Ancestor is the sect master.

For a high-level female cultivator like her, he has been coveting her for more than a day or two.

If all the cultivation is really refined by the other party, then the other party's strength may be able to break through to the Martial Emperor.

Both parties are at the quasi-emperor level. What does it mean for him to appear here now?

The Blood Demon Ancestor waved his hand.

He laughed triumphantly.

He looked at the people around him.

"Everyone, the disciples that Qingfeng Pavilion does not accept, we will accept in the Blood Soul Sect."

"Those who are looked down upon by Qingfeng Pavilion, this old ancestor will give you a chance to step on them in the future."

"Join my Blood Soul Sect. You will have a bright future."

All those first-grade martial soul owners who were looked down upon before now saw hope.

After all, there is no such thing as the devil here.

The Blood Soul Sect is just a branch of the cultivation sect.

"I want to join."

"I want to join too!"

"And me."

Everyone leaned towards the Blood Soul Sect, and even those who were originally queuing in the Qingfeng Pavilion changed their sects.

Feng Wuhen frowned, tapped the ground with his toes, and the whole person turned into a white light. With an easy force, he came to the square.

"Old thing, what do you mean? This is the time for my Qingfeng Pavilion to recruit disciples."

"What do you mean by coming to snatch people in public?"

According to the rules of the cultivation world.

This kind of thing is expressly prohibited.

Otherwise, it is easy to cause conflicts and frictions between sects.

It's not that they don't want to see this kind of friction, but this kind of thing can easily implicate mortals.

Lin Yuxi was a little worried.

Pulling Jiang Chuan's sleeve.

"Husband, why don't you go help this girl?"

Jiang Chuan rolled his eyes.

"What if I get entangled by that crazy woman."

"Ah, this."

Lin Yuxi didn't know how to respond.

Although I didn't see it all just now.

But I have a little understanding of the woman's weirdness.

Feng Wuqing was a little worried about his master.

Came to the handrail and stared at the bottom.

The Blood Demon Ancestor was not affected by her momentum at all.

It's rare to see this woman go out, so naturally I can't miss such a good opportunity.

"Wuhen, you should understand what I mean. Follow me, you won't suffer."

"Old thing, you are almost buried in the ground at an age. Such poor qualifications. You are ashamed to say this?"

"Haha, let alone the cultivation world, there is no age difference in the entire wilderness. If you have strength, you can naturally have more women."

Feng Wuhen sneered.

"You? Don't hurt your waist when you do it."

"Hehe. You can rest assured about this. Although I am old, I am very good in bed."

"Wait until you have tasted my taste. You will not react like this now."

The Blood Demon Ancestor seemed very confident, and a trace of imperceptible guilt flashed in his eyes.

Don't look at his tough words.

The actual situation is not like this at all.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as he can suppress her in momentum, that's enough.

Feng Wuhen smiled faintly and took out a green long sword from the ring.

Dancing a graceful sword flower in the air.

A sword pointed at the old ghost opposite.

"Come on, let me see, what makes you dare to have ideas about me."

The overall strength of Qingfeng Pavilion is indeed not as good as the other party.

But that is because the disciples are not as many as the other party.

In terms of low-end combat power, they have a crushing advantage.

But in terms of high-end combat power, she, the quasi-emperor, is not a vegetarian.

The Blood Demon Ancestor waved his hand.

"Go ahead, dye her white dress with your colors."

"Yes!"

A group of Blood Soul Sect disciples rushed over directly.

Feng Wuqing saw this scene, his face darkened, and he drew his long sword and shot directly from the second floor of the teahouse.

"Want to use human wave tactics, wishful thinking!"

All the Blood Demon Sect disciples were blocked by her sword, and a powerful impact blocked the way for all of them.

The spectators around dared not watch such a battle.

If you don't want to die unclearly, there is only one choice.

The spacious square was scattered.

Only the people of the two sects and a few people in the teahouse were left.

In some corners, there are still some brave people.

But such people are only a minority.

Jiang Chuan drank tea calmly, and Lao Wang opposite him felt a little guilty.

He stretched his head out to look outside.

"Are we not running?"

"It's okay. I'll protect you."

Lao Wang looked at him suspiciously.

"Are you sure? Don't think you can show off here just because you can fight a little at home."

"If we get affected, none of us will be in trouble."

Wu Meiniang chuckled.

"Don't worry, Brother Wang, our husband is a good fighter."

The ambiguous look made all the women know what she meant.

The pretty faces of each of them were slightly hot, and their eyes were a little evasive.

Jiang Chuan pretended not to see it and looked at the battle below.

The troops of both sides fought back and forth.

Feng Wuqing's own fighting ability was not weak.

He could easily fight against dozens of Blood Demon Sect disciples alone.

It's just that this group of people used a completely desperate fighting style.

In order to restrict her actions, they even risked their lives.

A sword pierced through a person's heart.

Blood spurted out.

This Blood Demon Sect disciple didn't care about this fatal injury at all.

He held her sword tightly with both hands and refused to let go, with a crazy look in his eyes.

Others saw the opportunity and rushed up together.

Feng Wuqing was not affected by him at all.

The Merciless Sword Art was swiftly activated, and the Sentimental Sword in her hand was driven by this mysterious force and quickly spun in her hand.

The Blood Demon Sect disciple holding the long sword was instantly twisted into a blood mist under this mysterious force.

With one swing of the sword, a 360-degree strong circular mysterious force belt formed an all-round sharp shock wave that spread out.

All the disciples who rushed up spit out blood and flew backwards.

They all fell to the ground, with varying degrees of scars on their bodies.

Some of the less skilled ones were directly cut into two pieces by this sword.

Blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and their eyes were wide open, revealing a look of unwillingness to close their eyes.

There was a clapping of applause.

The Blood Demon Ancestor nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, your apprentice has very good qualifications. It just so happens that one of my juniors admires Fairy Wuqing very much."

"Take this opportunity to let you have a good exchange."

"Che Lun, play with Fairy Wuqing. Remember not to hurt her. It's not beautiful if she is disfigured."