"Deacon Liu Ji, who made you like this?"

The true immortals next to them asked carefully.

"Don't worry, as long as we find that person, we will definitely avenge you." One of the median true immortals said.

"Go and go." Zhang Heng looked at him with contempt and said, "Who dares to provoke Deacon Liu Ji in this 'Leng Yue Gate'? Besides, those who can defeat Deacon Liu Ji are probably people at the level of the Immortal Lord. Do you want to trouble with the Immortal Lord?"

"Immortal Lord..." The true immortal immediately dodged his eyes and did not dare to speak.

"Deacon Liu Ji, I think you must have had an accident while practicing, this is definitely an accident. Did you think so?" Zhang Heng looked at Deacon Liu Ji with a different look.

"No...yes, Zhang Heng is right, this is definitely an accident. I saw that the weather was hot, so I went into the 'Lingxue Pool' to take a shower, but I suddenly realized and found a trace of inspiration, so I practiced the secret technique on the spot. But I never expected that there was a mistake when I was practicing. Although I was not assassinated, I was confused and my qi and blood were churning, and I accidentally injured myself."

A forced smile appeared on Deacon Liu Ji's face.

"But...what is the ban in Lingxue Pool?" asked another true immortal.

"A stupid guy, of course, Deacon Liu Ji went into seclusion on the spot. He was afraid that outsiders would disturb him, so he set up a ban."

Zhang Heng said contempt.

"Bang"

Zhang Heng felt sorry for his irony and reached out to pat the back of the true immortal.

"ah!"

The true immortal was stunned by Zhang Heng. He didn't even have the consciousness of resistance for a moment. He muttered: "Since it was the ban set by himself, why do you have to use brute force to break it..."

"You guys, be smarter. Deacon Liu Ji was indeed beaten. Don't ask about this anymore. If you lose face as the deacon, he will be unhappy... Humph."

Zhang Heng sent a message to these true immortals.

"I understand, understand."

These people immediately revealed their intentions and immediately shut their mouths to change the topic.

In the next nearly a month, Deacon Liu Ji looked very bad, his eyes were too long, and he looked like he was about to kill someone.

The other true immortals were worried about this and did not dare to communicate too much with Deacon Liu Ji, and kept a distance from him carefully.

Zhang Heng didn't mind being with Deacon Liu Ji, enjoying his sinister gaze that could kill people.

Finally, the team's executive character was over, and Deacon Liu Ji announced his dissolution.

"Zhang Heng, remember that you can never think of peace for a day when I am here in this 'Leng Yuemen'."

Before leaving, Liu Ji sent a voice to Zhang Heng's divine thoughts, and there was a strong murderous intent in his words.

Zhang Heng said calmly: "This is the last chance. If you are ungrateful, let Zhang finally your almost eternal life."

After saying that, Zhang Heng floated away, not even looking at Deacon Liu Ji. The contempt and disdain in his eyes deeply hurt Deacon Liu Ji's self-esteem.

"Let's go and see, don't think that Mengxue is supporting you, I can't do anything to you?"

Liu Ji sneered secretly, but he didn't know that he had moved closer to the abyss of death.

After Zhang Heng returned to the cave, the deity entered the space realm and let a clone return to the cave and sit cross-legged, making a pretentious look.

After entering the fifth level of martial arts, Zhang Heng has not yet formed his fourth clone, so he attaches great importance to this matter.

It is not possible to successfully shape a clone in one or two months, but it takes at least ten years. Ten years may seem like a long time. But it is simply negligible to achieve a clone of an immortal king. If it were most immortals in the fairy world, even if it took tens of thousands of years, it would be impossible to advance to the immortal king level that they had dreamed of.

On the other side, Deacon Liu Ji returned to his cave with a gloomy face. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't bear the suffocation he felt.

After several months of rest, he stepped on the flying sword to his cousin Bei Jianhan's cave.

Bei Jian Han is the closed disciple of the Lengyue Sect Master, and his strength is one of the best among the new generation. In the sect, only Meng Xue, the disciple of the Great Elder, can compete with him one or two. The other immortals of the same level can't pass a few moves in his hands.

"I heard that you were bullied a few days ago."

Bei Jianhan was wearing white clothes and sat cross-legged on the cushion, and even revealed the origin of Deacon Liu Ji in one sentence.

"Brother, how do you know this...?" Deacon Liu Ji was slightly stunned.

"Hmph, the entire 'Lengyue Gate' has spread. You were beaten up by unknown people near 'Lingxue Pool'. My cousin, I, have no face."

Bei Jianhan had a little displeasure on his face.

"Cousin, this is the thing..." Deacon Liu Ji told the story all the time.

The incident naturally deteriorated in his mouth. He said Zhang Heng was unreasonable and he could not tolerate it. He scolded him a few words, but was revengeful.

Bei Jianhan was silent, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and he asked, "Is Meng Xue really in love with that lower-level true immortal?"

"Absolutely, I saw Meng Xue snuggling in Zhang Heng's arms with my own eyes. She was so close. I just didn't know if they had a perfect match for dual cultivation..."

Liu Ji looked at Bei Jianhan's face secretly.

"I still don't believe it. How could a cold and noble Meng Xue look at a true immortal?"

Bei Jianhan took a deep breath, stood up, and clasped his hands tightly.

"Cousin, this is absolutely true. If I want to lie to you, I will not die a bad death." Liu Ji said anxiously.

"A little lower-level true immortal?" Bei Jianhan pursed a curve and said lightly: "I want to go and see who is the man who can capture the iceberg Mengxue?"

"Brother, you must avenge me. This is not just my face, but also your face. Meng Xue should have belonged to you, but now she was asked by that kid. How can you keep your face?"

Liu Ji said indignantly.

"Get aside for me, I have my own opinions on this."

Beijian snorted coldly, and an invisible pressure swept away, which immediately made Liu Ji unstable.

"Yes, I'll go."

Liu Ji was secretly happy and left his cousin's cave.

He understood that Bei Jianhan was more particular about his personality and would definitely not let Zhang Heng go easily.

"Zhang Heng, you are waiting to die. I have provoked the disciples of Master Leng Yue. Let's see how you gain a foothold in Aoyue Mountain." Deacon Liu Ji left happily.

Bei Jianhan looked at Liu Ji's back as he left, and murmured: "Liu Ji is just talking about one side. How dare a lower-ranking true immortal blatantly confront him? But, this person named Zhang Heng is really good with Meng Xue?"

He was a little confused.

At this moment, a sloppy old man walked up to a corner of his cave and kept calling:

"…Demon God…Demon God is coming…”

"Get aside, too."

Bei Jianhan was in a bad mood and said impatiently.

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