"Please, Holy Son Lu Qingjun!" Xiao Junfeng said to Lu Qingjun with a smile.
Seeing Wei Junfeng take action, the warriors from the Eastern Region cheered up, especially the top saints such as Lin Bai, Qi Lingyu, Wang Zhengyang, Chu Zimo, etc., all looked at Wei Junfeng attentively.
This holy son of the Shen Lian Sect, the most prosperous sect in the Northern Territory, has always been extremely mysterious.
It is rumored that he is a rare genius in the Northern Territory who is rare in ten thousand years, and his strength is the highest among the young people in the Northern Territory.
This is just a rumor from the outside world. No one knows how strong Xiao Junfeng is.
Even the Northern Territory warriors rarely witnessed the strength of Wei Junfeng.
But today, maybe it’s up to chance.
The warriors of the Eastern Region are particularly concerned because Xiao Junfeng will become their number one enemy. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle.
In the Yuhua Heavenly Palace.
Many ancestors and elders were so frightened that they gasped when they saw Yan Zhuangyun being killed by Lu Qingjun.
"Yan Zhuangyun was killed by Lu Qingjun!"
"What!"
"The great clan of Tiandao lost a holy son?"
"this……"
It seems that no one expected that the Holy Son of the Tiandao clan, the most prosperous sect in the Northern Territory, would be killed by Lu Qingjun so easily.
"It's the Qiankun Sword Box!"
"Is this the power of the strongest Taiyi Divine Weapon in the Eastern Region of the Demon Realm? It's really incredible!"
"Qi Jue City actually let Lu Qingjun bring the Qiankun Sword Box into the hunting world?"
"Is this strange? The Qiankun Sword Box was originally exclusive to the Holy Son of Qi Jue City. Is it strange to bring it to Lu Qingjun?"
"This is like the Nine Heavens Star Robe of the Star Sect. Only the saints of the Star Sect are qualified to wear it. This is the truth."
Many people also recognized the origin of the Qiankun Sword Box and marveled.
Several ancestors and elders of the Tiandao clan in the Northern Territory were dumbfounded when they saw this, especially the ancestors of the Yan clan in the Tiandao clan. They were so angry that they immediately slapped the case and roared at the top of their lungs regardless of the image.
"Zhuang Yun!!"
"Yun'er!!!"
The faces of these ancestors and elders of the Yan clan showed immense pain and anger.
Their eyes searched the Yuhuatian Palace and landed on the seat of Qijue City in the Eastern Region.
Sitting on the seat of Qi Jue City was an upright elder. Feeling the hostility from the Tiandao clan in the Northern Territory, his expression changed.
Sitting next to this elder was an old man lying on the seat.
The old man was extremely slovenly, and the black robe he wore seemed to have never been washed and was already shiny. He was lying on the seat with his legs crossed, holding a yellow gourd in his hand, and was drinking wine.
He drank a sip of wine, and from time to time he smashed the bar and mouth, and praised the wine.
"Qi Jue City!" The ancestors of the Tiandao Clan saw the seats in Qi Jue City, and suddenly they roared as violently as thunder, "You Qi Jue City dare to kill my Holy Son of the Tiandao Clan. Are you tired of living?"
The upright elder of Qi Jue City also showed a little panic on his face when he faced the accountability from the Tiandao clan.
He looked vaguely at the sloppy old man lying on the seat beside him, drinking, and cast a look for help.
"What? Only the warriors from your Tiandao clan are allowed to bully my warriors from the Eastern Region, but my warriors from the Eastern Region are not allowed to kill two of your disciples from the Tiandao clan?"
"Is there such a saying in this world?"
The elders of Qi Jue City responded to the look of help they cast. The sloppy old man did not get up, but his voice echoed in the Yuhua Heavenly Palace.
Hearing the voice of the ancestor, the elder of Qi Jue City breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he felt confident in his heart. He no longer panicked and remained calm.
The ancestor of the Yan clan of the great Tiandao clan looked at the sloppy old man coldly and said in a cold voice: "Who are you? Do you have the right to speak here?"
"Who am I?" The sloppy old man slowly sat up, stretched as if there was no one around, and yawned twice.
Everyone looked closely and realized that this sloppy old man was not only sloppily dressed, but also had a slovenly appearance, with a few fleas in his messy hair.
When the elders and ancestors of the Eastern Territory saw him, a meaningful smile appeared on their lips.
Obviously, the warriors from the Eastern Region are no strangers to this person, and are very familiar with him.
So much so that after this man showed up, none of the warriors from the Eastern Region spoke up for Qi Jue City, as if nothing could go wrong in Qi Jue City as long as this sloppy old man was present.
"Don't you even recognize the Yan clan in the Northern Territory?" After the sloppy old man sat up, he looked at the elders and ancestors of the Yan clan. Seeing that they still had anger and confusion in their eyes, he He chuckled again, "It seems that I haven't shown up for a long time. Even the warriors in the demon world don't recognize me!"
The ancestors and elders of the Yan clan, a powerful Tiandao clan, were extremely angry and obviously did not recognize the origin of this sloppy old man.
Instead, it was an ancestor of the Northern Territory Lian Shen Sect who smiled brightly and said to the sloppy old man, "May I ask, Lu Yan, Senior Lu?"
The sloppy old man turned his attention to the ancestor of the Lian Shen Sect and said with a smile: "Hey, I didn't expect anyone to remember me?"
Everyone was shocked.
The ancestor of the Lian Shen Sect is already considered to be an old man. He has practiced for more than seven or eight thousand years. Looking at the world of the devil today, he is the one who calls him the ancestor. Those who can be called seniors must have extraordinary origins. .
"It is indeed Senior Lu!" the ancestor of the God Refining Sect said with a smile: "Ten thousand years ago, Senior Lu and several other friends broke into the Northern Territory, and beat me, the current genius of the God Refining Sect, with a bamboo sword so that I could not hold my head up."
"At that time, the junior was standing in the audience, quietly witnessing the extraordinary heroic appearance of senior Lu!"
The sloppy old man smiled and waved his hand, "What do you mean by beating you, the genius of the Shen Lian Sect, so hard that you can't hold your head up? In the end, you were driven away by the Holy Son of your Shen Lian Sect!"
"Later, we were hunted down by the Shen Refining Sect, the Corpse Refining Sect, the Soul Refining Sect, the Tiandao Clan, and more than a dozen top sects in the Northern Territory. It took us three years to escape from the Northern Territory! "
Hearing the conversation between these two people, many old men and elders present who did not know what was going on took a breath.
Listen to the meaning of this conversation... It seems that when he was young, this sloppy old man once went to the Northern Territory to challenge the genius of the prosperous sect in the Northern Territory, and even beat the genius of the prosperous sect in the Northern Territory to the point where he couldn't hold his head up?
What kind of strength is this? Dare to stay away from the Eastern Territory and go to the Northern Territory alone?
You must know that the Northern Territory and the Eastern Territory have always had enmity, and warriors from the two territories will go to war when they meet.
If a sloppy old man dares to venture into the Northern Territory, this is undoubtedly equivalent to a trip to the dragon's pond and the tiger's den.
And listening to the second half of the sloppy old man's words, it seems that he and several friends were jointly hunted by all the sects in the Northern Territory. The most important thing is... they still escaped from the Northern Territory alive?
Although it was just a few words, everyone could already imagine how difficult and dangerous it was back then.
"Haha." The ancestor of the Shen Lian Sect laughed and said, "I remember that after Senior Lu returned to the Eastern Region, he and several other friends got a nickname, called 'Five Swords to Cut the North'."
"I wonder how many people in the 'Five Swords of the North' are still alive today?"
The sloppy old man sighed helplessly, "Except for me, all the others died because their longevity was exhausted."
"That's such a pity." The old man of the Lian Shen Sect kept smiling, "Back then, Senior Lu and four other friends, with five people and five swords, dared to go deep into the Northern Territory and shout in front of the gate of the Hesheng Sect. What a hero they were! "
"But in the end...such a hero cannot withstand the power of time!"
The ancestor of the God Refining Sect still had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, "If they are still alive, maybe we will have a chance to compete!"
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