The sound of birds singing came from the woods, and countless mountain birds living in the forest flew into the air one after another. It should be that something happened.

Old Mrs. Sang said to them: "Outsiders are coming, you can hurry up and go in."

Qin Lang and Xue Wu followed the old lady's instructions and entered the grass cottage to hide. Old lady Sang pulled a bamboo chair and sat down in front of the door, took out the old clothes from the sewing basket and sewed them calmly.

Seven monks in white flew in the air, and each of them flew with a sharp sword under their feet. The white frolicked, graceful and elegant, and the appearance was extremely cool. At first glance, they had undergone rigorous training. The strength of the famous immortals was there, and the momentum of the great sect must be maintained at any time and anywhere.

All of these seven people are four generations of disciples of Jiuyou Sect, and the leader is Lin Yifeng, the eldest brother of the four generations of disciples.

Old Mrs. Sang didn't raise her head, and she was still busy with her own affairs. Although she was a demon, she had been practicing for thousands of years. In her eyes, these four generations of disciples of the Jiuyou Sect were all children.

In the grass house, Xue Wu saw the seven monks through the crack in the door and whispered: "It's broken, they're chasing me."

Qin Lang also lay on the crack in the door. Seeing that there was no Baiyu Palace among the seven people, he felt relieved. In fact, with the Baiyu Palace's current ability, he was far from going out to perform tasks. At the same time, he felt a little ashamed that this trouble must have been caused by them.

Lin Yifeng made a gesture, and all seven people hovered in the air.

Lin Yifeng said, "Grandma Sang, Lin Yifeng, a fourth-generation disciple of Jiuyou Sect, is polite." He clasped his fists symbolically and looked at the old woman from a high place in the air. She was quite polite, but she did not have any respect in her behavior, and she was too lazy to fall to the ground.

Old Mrs. Sang said, "This is Qianniao Abyss, and it is not your Jiuyou Sect. Do you so-called disciples of famous and upright sects understand the principle of not entering the right place?"

Lin Yifeng's fifth junior brother Shen Yixiong was irritable. He only knew that Old Lady Sang was a fox demon and had never dealt with her in the past. He said angrily: "Senior Brother, what's there to say to this old fox? Let her hand over the person!"

Old Mrs. Sang finally raised her head and looked at Shen Yixiong with a stern look and said, "Get someone? Who are you? The people living in Qiandou Abyss are all fairies that are looked down upon by you humans. Who are there?"

Shen Yixiong shouted: "Old witch, please be smarter. If it weren't for the sect leader's mercy, he would have burned your fox nest and filled the Thousand Bird Abyss."

Old Mrs. Sang laughed and said, "Old Witch? How do you know that I like others calling me the most?" The sewing needle on her hand skillfully tied the last knot, and then pulled the thread off.

Lin Yifeng stopped Shen Yixiong from continuing to speak and smiled and said, "Grandma Sang, you had the conditions to live in Qiandou Abyss. You should not violate the rules of the Jiuyou Sect, and you should not take in foreign monsters."

"When will my old lady become a member of your Jiuyou Sect? When will this Qiandou Abyss become your territory, and you still have to abide by your rules?"

"Grandma Sang, we have been following here all the way. You have hidden the little fox and the skeleton? If you know the truth, hand them over, otherwise..."

"What else?"

The smile on Lin Yifeng's face was gone, and he looked at Old Lady Sang coldly and said, "Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless."

Old Mrs. Sang said: "Wuqing is a true monk. If you have feelings in your heart, what kind of Tao do you practice? But you shouldn't say this to me, let Yue Yangtian tell me."

Chen Yixiong said angrily: "Old witch, what is your identity? How could our sect leader meet you?"

Old Mrs. Sang nodded and said, "Well, you go back first. I don't have anyone to win. In fact, even if I have it, I can't give it to you."

Lin Yifeng said: "Grandma Sang, you are really obsessed..."

Before he could finish his words, the sewing needle in Old Lady Sang's hand had ejected out. The small sewing needle was bounced into a ray of light and shot towards Lin Yifeng.

Lin Yifeng didn't expect that she would dare to take action suddenly. It was too late to react, but the target of the sewing needle was not him. He suddenly made a sudden turn three feet away from his eyebrows, and stroked against his cheek, heading straight to Chen Yixiong's right eye.

Seeing a ray of cold light coming straight towards his pupils, Chen Yixiong was so scared that he was scattered. When he thought his eyes were about to be blinded, the sewing needle hovered in the air when it was only half an inch away from his right eye, and the silk thread at the tail was still slowly rotating with the steel needle.

Chen Yixiong even felt the needle tip touching his eyelashes, and his fear made him tremble all over his body.

Old Mrs. Sang said, "I am a timid and afraid of things, but I will not be willing to be bullied by you. If I make me angry, I will not care about Yue Yangtian's face and kill all of you, the young people who are still fucked."

Although Lin Yifeng was afraid, he still stubbornly said in front of several senior brothers: "Grandma Sang, you'd better not meddle in other people's business."

Old Mrs. Sang said, "The disciples of Jiuyou Sect are really inferior to each generation." With a wave of his hand, the sewing needle pointing to Chen Yixiong flew back to her side. Old Mrs. Sang pinched the sewing needle, put on the silk thread again, scratched her head and prepared to continue sewing the clothes.

Chen Yixiong finally escaped from danger, breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Lin Yifeng.

Lin Yifeng secretly winked. The seven people did not leave, but launched an attack at the same time. The seven flying swords turned into seven piercing white rainbows and shot straight to the grass hut behind Mrs. Sang.

They determined that Qin Lang and the little fox were hiding in the grass house, and wanted to take advantage of the unpreparedness of Mrs. Sang to attack in one fell swoop and annihilate the two in the grass house.

Old Mrs. Sang said angrily: "Do you really want to force me to kill you if you don't know what you don't know?"

While speaking, the sewing needle in his hand ejected again, and the small sewing needle burst out of the air, far exceeding the speed of the flying swords, and hitting the seven flying swords one by one.

These seven people are all the best among the four generations of disciples of the Jiuyou Sect. They have all been trained to the third level. They are all spirit masters with unfair spirits and can fly in the air with swords.

Among them, the eldest senior brother Lin Yifeng has reached the third level and the third level, and is qualified to teach a new disciple on behalf of his master. Even the junior uncle of Baiyu Palace was designated to follow him to practice the basic mental method.

Since the beginning, this flying sword has been tempered by the people and the others. It can be said that after they have experienced the entire process of spiritual cultivation, they have been in harmony with their master and have considerable spirituality and power. The master can not only fly with the sword, but also remotely control the flying sword to complete assassination, and command the flying sword to change its trajectory in the air. Although they cannot kill the enemy thousands of miles away, they can fully move the sword within ten miles.

The sewing needles shot into the sword body, and one by one, which were refined into steel and had spiritual flying swords. These spiritual swords that were cut iron like mud in the mortal iron weapon, were like crispy tofu in front of the sewing needle. The sewing needles penetrated the seven flying swords one after another without any obstacle at all.

Old Mrs. Sang twisted the silk thread with his hands and gently turned toward her arms. The seven flying swords that were originally flying along different trajectories in the air were immediately stacked together. Old Mrs. Sang snorted coldly and tweaked the silk thread with his fingers, as if plucking a string.

Buzz!

The seven-mouth flying swords arranged in a radial shape as the silk thread vibrated. The sword body turned and shot at the seven monks at high speed.

The faces of the seven monks led by Lin Yifeng suddenly changed because they lost control of their own flying swords at the same time. They felt both regretful and afraid in their hearts. What they regretted was that the spiritual sword that had been practicing hard for many years was damaged by this old witch. They were so scared that the seven flying swords that they regarded as life were shooting towards them.

Everyone was trying to re-control the flying sword, but Old Lady Sang cut off the tacit understanding and connection between them and Fei Jian with just a sewing needle.

The flying sword chasing the wind and lightning roared through the air. Seven fourth-generation disciples had already smelled the approaching breath of death. Only then did they realize that they were too overestimating their abilities, and their strength was a world of difference from Old Lady Sang.

When the seven flying swords were about to stab their chests, the sword bodies suddenly burst into pieces, leaving only the bare hilt to hit their chests.

The seven monks were as if they were punched hard in their chests at the same time, and staggered back. Six of them fell to the ground. Only the senior brother Lin Yifeng, who had the strongest cultivation, staggered back a few steps and insisted not to fall to the ground.
Chapter completed!