Yang Changshan, who was behind, glanced at Nangong Hongwu.

Seeing her pale face, the people from Xuanling Temple also began to take action.

He finally revealed his true colors.

“Immortal Master Nangong, it seems you have already figured it out. I did betray you, but there’s nothing we can do. After all, the power of Xuanling Temple is too great, and our Yang family dares not offend them.”

"What Xuanling Temple? It's just a bunch of evil monks who have been hiding for so many years using their evil skills. They've even gone to the remote snowy mountains, which means they don't have any real abilities."

Nangong Hongwu looked at him with disdain.

Even if I am in danger right now.

But she secretly consulted a fortune teller and found that there was no danger to her life, so she knew that things were not as bad as she had imagined.

Yang Changshan shook his head.

“You know nothing about Xuanling Temple.”

“You know nothing about our Qinglong Temple. No wonder my master treated you like a fool back then, and sent you down the mountain after giving you a perfunctory reply.”

"you……"

Yang Changshan's face immediately darkened.

Just then, a loud bang came from outside the main hall, and Situ Zhentian's figure was sent flying. He was seriously injured.

The senior disciple of Xuanling Temple, Mi Shang, laughed heartily.

"Your strength is pitifully weak. Even the owner of Dark Star Auction House is weak compared to our Xuanling Temple!"

Just when he was feeling smug.

A figure suddenly appeared behind me.

A simple, unadorned punch landed squarely on his head!

"Bang!"

Mi Shang, the Celestial Martial Emperor, had his head instantly blown off!