brate grandly after leaving seclusion, but he heard that his brother was killed by a new arrival and the Tianglong Alliance disbanded.This guy instantly flew into a rage and immediately came back for..."Damn it, how is this possible!"

He Honglian's own cultivation was not enough, and she had returned defeated countless times over the years whenever she challenged.

Later, she suddenly changed her strategy and devoted all her energy to cultivating three disciples, hoping to restore her reputation through her students.

Although Gong Qingxuan is strong, she ultimately has to manage the entire sect. With thirty thousand disciples under her, it's impossible for her to attend to everyone's needs.

In contrast, she only needed to cultivate three disciples, which naturally gave her a huge advantage in this situation.

With this in mind, I have worked diligently for three hundred years and finally achieved what I am today.

I originally thought that I could sweep through the young disciples of the Liuguang Sword Sect here and take this opportunity to humiliate Gong Qingxuan.

Everything was going smoothly, but I never expected that my esteemed disciple would lose to a nobody from the opponent's side.

"Master..."

Feng Jing Lei's face was flushed with shame, but he couldn't utter a word.

"Useless thing, get out of my sight!"

He Honglian kicked him flying with one foot. She had originally raised these disciples just to regain face for herself.

Now it's useless, and when I get started, there will be no mercy.

"Lao Er, come here!"

He Honglian turned her head and beckoned. A young man in a red robe walked over.

His whole body was radiating intense heat, clearly a fire attribute cultivator.

Compared to the wind and thunder just now, his aura has become even stronger, reaching the middle stage of Da Yi Xian.

Seeing that the disciples sent from this side were becoming increasingly powerful, Bai Lingpu and the others finally felt much more at ease.

No matter how Ye Bufan won just now, this time there is absolutely no chance of luck again.

For an immortal, strength is paramount.

"Master, rest assured, I will definitely twist this boy's head off!"

The young man in red was confident. In his view, Ye Bufan had just resorted to a sneak attack and taken advantage of the situation to win. In terms of strength, he was far inferior to Feng Jinglei, let alone himself.

"Boy, I'm burning with fury! When I die, I'll tell the King of Hell my name!"

"I have a terrible memory, you'd better speak to the King of Hell yourself!"

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he acted first. With a palm strike, he launched the Blazing Palm technique.

Two balls of flame appeared in his palms, which then transformed into two fire dragons, roaring as they charged towards the inferno.

"This kid is really stupid!" Alchemist. At one thousand years old, one becomes a third-rank Immortal Alchemist. At eight thousand years old, one becomes an eighth-rank Immortal Alchemist.For three thousand years, countless pills...