Chapter 982: Four Cups of Immortal Tea

In the side hall of the Jiangong, Xuan Yue Fenhai Zhenjun's desperate roars rang out: "You don't even think about it! The Heaven Blue Hall will never yield! Unless..."

Several terrifying sword Qi merged into one, emitting a sword sound that shook the mountains: "Shut up! This is an internal matter of my Jiangong, and outsiders are not allowed to make irresponsible remarks!"

Subsequently, the sword Qi split into several paths. The one in the middle was plain and harmonious, without a hint of sharpness. Another sword Qi was shining with ten thousand zhang of light, sharp and peerless, cultivating the Jiangong's most traditional sword glow to the extreme.

Two major immortal swords confronted each other, neither willing to retreat even a bit. There were three other sword Qi that had not ascended to immortality, all standing behind the ten thousand zhang sword Qi, and one of the sword Qi actually had nine thousand zhang, and it contained immortal light.

The Jiangong disciples were all amazed. Such a magnificent scene had not been seen for a hundred years, but they didn't know which strong enemy had come, forcing the two Palace Masters and several Supreme Elders to deal with it with all their might. Many Jiangong disciples who also cultivated the invincible heart quietly picked up their clothes and shoe boxes, preparing to transfer.

But looking at the subsequent development, it looked like the two Palace Masters were arguing, so these disciples put back their entire net worth and continued to cultivate the invincible heart.

In the side hall, Feng Hanzhou and the Palace Master, who looked like a wealthy man, stood opposite each other. Countless sword lights were born and destroyed between them, actually turning into patches of black ripples. With Xuan Yue's vanity, seeing these ripples, he also changed color and had to retreat a few steps to stay away, but at the same time, he also stayed away from the Dharma Form image that retained Zhang Sheng's aura.

The small "Sword Tomb of the World" floated in the center of the sword Qi storm, actually unharmed. The two major sword immortals fought fiercely, but all the sword Qi went around it; even if there was a collision and splash, it would not approach, fully demonstrating what is the micro-control skill of an immortal level.

Including the female sword cultivator, all three Supreme Elders of the Dharma Form completion stood behind Feng Hanzhou. Although they couldn't intervene in the immortal clash, their stance could not be clearer.

Feng Hanzhou's face was as heavy as water, and he said, "Palace Master Bai, it's fine that you have done nothing all these years. But today, I cannot stand by and watch you perform such perverse acts! Although you and I are of the same sect, righteousness comes first, so I have to offend you!"

The Palace Master, who looked like a wealthy man, had killing intent in his small eyes, but his face was still smiling, and he said, "Feng Guangding, how you begged me back then, have you forgotten? Never mind, you were not my match back then, and it's the same today. Let's polish your invincible heart again."

Feng Guangding? Except for the female sword cultivator, the other two Supreme Elders and the disciples outside the hall all pricked up their ears.

Feng Hanzhou was instantly filled with killing intent and shouted, "Fat thief! Today, either you die or I die! Don't think you've won for sure. You must know that those who follow the Dao have many helpers, and those who lose the Dao have few. Looking at the hearts of the people, can't you see it clearly now? At this moment in the Jiangong, you are just a lonely person!"

Palace Master Bai sighed lightly and said, "You are still so thoughtless. Why don't you think about what to do with your two direct disciples?"

Feng Hanzhou was decisive in killing and immediately said, "Today I have seen excellent disciples, so I will give those two away! Two elders, haven't you always liked them? Just one for each."

Feng Hanzhou looked left and right, only to see that the two Supreme Elders had already stood behind the Palace Master.

The wealthy man smiled and said, "Looking at the hearts of the people, can you see clearly now?"

Only then did Feng Hanzhou discover that he had fallen into the old fox's trap because he was not careful for a moment. His face remained unchanged, but he was anxious in his heart, racking his brains for countermeasures.

At this time, the female sword cultivator appeared beside Xuan Yue Fenhai Zhenjun, summoned a table and chairs, greeted Xuan Yue Fenhai Zhenjun to sit down, and said, "Teaching such disciples must be very hard, right?"

"Basically don't need to manage, free-range." Xuan Yue Fenhai Zhenjun was not polite either, picked up the teacup and drank it dry, then signaled for a refill.

The Jiangong's tea was a few points better than what was in Yan Shi's hands, and the female sword cultivator was abusing her power to take out the best. Before Wei Yuan, this cup of tea was enough for Xuan Yue Fenhai Zhenjun to work hard for a year. Such a good thing, it could nourish sword Qi in the most subtle parts of the physical body. Xuan Yue was a magic cultivator who relied on his physical body to eat, so even if he didn't want his old face, he couldn't let go of this opportunity.

The female sword cultivator didn't feel distressed either, poured three cups for Xuan Yue in a row, and this time even Feng Hanzhou and the Palace Master couldn't fight anymore, looking over here together.

The female sword cultivator was unmoved. After Xuan Yue finished the tea, she said, "That child following you must have suffered a lot, right? Didn't she go out to work before she even had a Dao Foundation?"

Xuan Yue was stunned, and felt his face heat up.

The female sword cultivator continued, "That child is too difficult. You, as an elder, can't just think about yourself, right? How about this, send her to me to stay for a few days every once in a while, and I will make up for you, okay?"

Xuan Yue wanted to refuse, but seeing the female sword cultivator's astonishingly bright eyes, and then savoring the lingering charm of the immortal tea in his mouth, the words of refusal returned to his abdomen by themselves. But this subtle action naturally couldn't escape the eyes of the sword cultivators.

Xuan Yue finally nodded. ===== CHAPTER 983 =====