In the restaurant, it suddenly became silent.

Everyone looked at the group of people walking in from outside the door.

The person in front of him was as young as a young man, with a cold expression. He had a proud look between his eyebrows and a strong aura. He was already at the peak of the sixth level of heaven, and there were almost signs of Yang being produced in the Yin and entering the Yang God.

And behind him, they were all young people, and their cultivation level was at the highest level, but they were just slightly lower than the young man who spoke.

"The true king of Netherworld, Su Ting, rebelled out of the Heavenly Court and colluded with the devil's way, and was extremely evil."

The young man's eyes were cold. He looked at the storyteller in light green clothes and said in a cold voice: "What is your intention to promote sin immortals here?"

The young storyteller patted the hem of his clothes lightly and was about to speak out.

However, at this moment, a young Taoist priest stood up.

"Brother Dao, even if he is a sinful immortal, he is also a powerful person who can achieve the realm of true immortals. You and my master can talk about it at will, and they will be disrespectful."

Yu An's face was slightly dark and his eyes were quite unkind.

Although he had a very complicated impression of that master.

But after all, he is his own master, and Yuanfengshan disciples have always respected teachers and Taoism.

Moreover, he has always respected his mentor Su Xinfeng.

The master also respects his master very much, even after many things, he still remains the same.

Now that he heard someone mentioning Master’s name like this, he couldn’t help but stand up.

"how?"

The young man looked over and said, "Who are you? How safe are you to this sinful immortal?"

Yu An's eyes were cold and he said, "No matter who I am, you are just a yin god, a humiliation and a true immortal. Are you not afraid of the destruction of the sect?"

He felt that his temperament was quite gentle, and he was called a gentleman who did not speak.

If the situation in front of you is that Master Su Xinfeng is here, and with the words before, the young man in front of you has died and disappeared.

The young man carried his hands on his back and said, "He has hidden his head and tail for decades. He dared not show up in the Three Realms and Six Paths. He is a real immortal, but he is even worse than a rat crossing the street. He dares not even show his face, and dares to kill people?"

——

The storyteller in light green clothes sat on the chair, rubbing his chin, with a slight sarcastic look.

The young Taoist priest dressed like a disciple from Yuanfeng Mountain.

Watching Age is the first disciple of the new generation.

"The cultivation level of the sixth level of heaven is pretty good."

"At a young age, he is approaching the realm of Yangshen. Even a Taoist sect like Yuanfeng Mountain is considered an outstanding disciple."

"Now the younger disciples of Yuanfeng Mountain may not have any respect for the Supreme Elder who rebeled from the Heavenly Court."

"Look at the posture of this little Taoist priest, maybe it is the disciple of the little Taoist priest Su Xinfeng?"

“It’s interesting.”

The storyteller raised a cup of tea, drank a sip, leisurely looking at the situation in front of him.

——

"How can you, Taoist priest, protect this sinful immortal like this?"

The young man said coldly: "Is it possible that you have anything to do with him? He has been missing for many years, and has he even accepted a disciple?"

Yu An's expression changed slightly and he was about to speak.

However, when he saw the young man, he waved his hand and shouted, "Take him down and send him to Shouzhengdao Sect to explore the truth and reality."

When Yu An heard this, he didn't say anything more and drew out the magic sword.

The sword light shines, and the cold light flashes.

Even though the other party was at the peak of the sixth level and had the assistance of several masters to form a large formation, he still had no fear at all.

The disciples who were born in Yuanfeng Mountain were naturally extraordinary innate, and what they learned and knew were all the most amazing immortal techniques.

When placed in the world, facing ordinary sects or monks with scattered studies, they are often at the same level, enough to crush the other party.

Even the master, with the cultivation of the sixth level of heaven, shook the great true man of the eighth level of heaven, and even killed the great true man of the eighth level of heaven.

Even though he is not as good as his master, he is also the most outstanding among the disciples of Yuanfeng Mountain.

Even when facing the Yangshen True Man, he may not be afraid of the other party.

——

The storyteller was slightly satisfied with the tea.

"It's okay to teach disciples, this little Taoist priest Su Xinfeng."

"But this magic sword is a different approach, with the meaning of the Tianlei sword pointing, the smell of the star sword, and the signs of the white tiger's sword holding technique."

"This little Taoist priest probably practiced the white tiger sword-holding technique and was somewhat affected, but the main priest should be the sword intent pointed by the Tianlei sword, which was integrated into the magic sword."

"It's not too far from the realm of Yang Shen."

——

Above the island.

When the auras of the two sides confront.

The restaurant was trembling.

The owner of this restaurant is naturally not an ordinary person.

"If you want to do something, go outside the island."

Only an old man said, "Whoever dares to move the law easily on the island will be severely punished!"

With this sound, a very powerful aura covered it.

This is a real person of Yang Shen.

The real person of Yangshen guarding this island.

——

The murderous intent in the restaurant suddenly subsided.

Yu An put his sword in the sheath.

The young man also sneered: "You are lucky, but be careful when you are off the island."

After saying that, he saw the young man pointing his hand at the storyteller boy and said, "A practitioner who is not even a Yin God wants to die of a bad life, so don't talk about the sinful immortal indiscriminately, and don't brag about the sinful immortal indiscriminately, otherwise you will die without a place to bury him."

The storyteller spread his hands and shrugged.

The young man snorted coldly and led several fellow disciples away.

Yu An looked at the wine and food on the table and sat down again, but he was already quite unhappy.

The joy that originally came to the East China Sea disappeared completely at this time.

"This fellow Taoist."

At this moment, the storyteller came over, sat opposite him, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your help."

Yu An looked up at him and saw that the storyteller was only young, handsome, clean, smiling, and kind, but his cultivation seemed to be a little lower, his breath was only in the second level of heaven, and he had not even condensed his magical meaning.

“No need to be polite.”

Yu An said, "I just saw him being too disrespectful, not to help you."

The storyteller smiled and said, "Although I think that the true king of Netherworld is the most handsome, talented, and invincible person in the world, in the eyes of ordinary people, he is just a sin immortal who rebels from heaven and colludes with the devil."

After pausing, the young man picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, and said leisurely: "Although many practitioners dare not talk nonsense because of their true immortals, they may not be respectful. How could you react so much if you hear that this person is disrespectful?"

Yu An didn't speak.

The young man smiled and said, "Are you a junior of his disciple?"

Yu An frowned, quite displeased, but did not answer, as if he was accused.
Chapter completed!