Xuanzhi Mountain.

The cultivators on the mountain all looked at Qin Luo. He had a smile on his face, was refined and easygoing, and looked very kind. However, the man with thick eyebrows and the tall, thin man were trembling when they saw him.

In the palace at the highest point of Xuanzhi Mountain, Sect Master Ye Xuanzhou sat high up, resting with his eyes closed. On both sides of the hall stood many Core Formation experts, among whom four senior experts sat in chairs, and their strength was even greater.

A middle-aged man entered the hall, bowed, and said, "Sect Master, a young Taoist priest from Longhu Temple has come to visit. He is alone. Should we welcome him, or...?"

"Suppress him!"

Ye Xuanzhou's expression was indifferent.

He didn't even open his eyes.

Ye Xuanzhou held a grudge because none of the experts sent by Xuanzhi Mountain to Longhu Temple returned alive. Now that Qin Luo had come to Xuanzhi Mountain, it was a perfect opportunity for him to regain his face.

The people in the main hall looked at each other in bewilderment.

They had heard that the young Taoist priest was very powerful.

The old man in black robes sitting in the front row said with a solemn expression, "Sect Master, the Third Elder was killed at Longhu Temple. Longhu Temple is not to be trifled with. If we completely break off relations and they come out in full force, can our Xuanzhi Mountain withstand it?"

Ye Xuanzhou opened his eyes, looking confident. "Second Elder, our Xuanzhi Mountain is impregnable. Even a Saint couldn't break in, so don't worry about it."

The Second Elder continued, "Our spies reported that the young Taoist defeated Mu Baichuan of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion. Mu Baichuan is a Nascent Soul expert, and his strength should not be underestimated."

The old man sitting opposite him stood up. He was dressed in a black and gold robe and exuded a powerful aura. The powerful figures around him looked at him with awe. He looked at Ye Xuanzhou above and said, "Sect Master, I will go and suppress him."

"good!"

"Thank you for your help, Elder."

Ye Xuanzhou nodded, his smile growing wider.

Xu Kun was the Grand Elder of Xuanzhi Mountain, a Nascent Soul expert. Seeing that he was about to make a move, all the experts in the hall followed behind him, wanting to see him teach the young Taoist from Longhu Temple a lesson.

"Sect Master, aren't you going to take a look?"

Ye Xuanzhou remained seated high above, closed his eyes again, and sneered, "Heh, a young Taoist priest is not worthy of even a glance from this sect master."

Xu Kun arrived at the foot of the mountain.

He looked at Qin Luo, who stood atop the secular mountain.

Xu Kun's eyes gleamed with a sinister light as he stared at Qin Luo, his expression gradually turning serious. "His Daoist techniques are restrained, and his talent is extraordinary. He's no ordinary person. This boy cannot be allowed to linger!"

Seeing that Xu Kun was about to make a move, Panlong stepped forward and said, "Elder, I don't think this young Taoist is anything special. Let me go and suppress him."

Xu Kun looked at Panlong and reminded him, "Alright, but don't be reckless. If there's any danger, retreat immediately."

He knew that Panlong was no match for the young Taoist priest. Xu Kun agreed to help him because he wanted to see if he could force Qin Luo to reveal some of his tricks.

"Arrogant brat! How dare you provoke Xuanzhi Mountain! Today, I will teach you a lesson!"

Panlong left Xuanzhi Mountain and rushed towards the mountain peak where Qin Luo was, quickly arriving nearby.

Qin Luo sighed softly. He had come from afar, expecting Xuanzhi Mountain to be courteous before resorting to force, but he did not expect them to take action directly.

Golden Horn bared its teeth at the coiled dragon.

"Prepare to die!"

Panlong unleashed his divine power, throwing a massive fireball toward Qin Luo's location.

Qin Luo calmly raised his hand, pointing at the coiled dragon. The surrounding grass swayed slightly, and Golden Horn could feel the breeze brushing against his body, a very comfortable feeling.

A gentle breeze stirred at the tip of a blade of grass, swirling around Qin Luo's fingertips. He was like the calm eye of a storm, while Jin Jiao clung to his leg, afraid of being blown away by the gale.

When the fireball falls!

A gust of wind surged forth, blowing the enormous fireball back. Panlong was alarmed and immediately erected a barrier.

Boom!

The flames engulfed the coiled dragon.

The cultivators of Xuanzhi Mountain were greatly alarmed.

When the flames subsided, Panlong stood in the air, his clothes tattered and his face blackened. The juniors on Xuanzhi Mountain were dumbfounded; that was the Fifth Elder, who was in charge of the mountain's protective formation.

Pan Long's eyes were complicated. He knew Qin Luo was very strong, but the cultivators of Xuanzhi Mountain were watching him. If he ran back like this, wouldn't he lose all face?

"It was my carelessness!"

Pan Long snorted coldly. He opened his mouth, and a streak of bloody light flew out. That was his natal flying sword, which he nurtured within his body, nourished by his flesh and blood. It was his strongest trump card.

Not far away, Qi Yun looked shocked. "Summoning his natal flying sword means he's going to fight to the death."

The moment they clashed, Pan Long was forced to unleash his natal flying sword, which shows the pressure Qin Luo put on him.

The elders around him were all sweating for him, and Xu Kun watched Qin Luo intently, wondering how he would handle the situation.

Pan Long activated his natal flying sword.

A crimson sword light slashed out, transforming into a sword beam hundreds of feet long, seemingly about to cleave the mountain where Qin Luo was located.

Golden light rose from Qin Luo's body.

Golden light enveloped Qin Luo and Jin Jiao.

The moment the crimson sword light touched the golden light, it vanished. Pan Long was shocked. His strongest attack couldn't even hurt Qin Luo in the slightest. Was he a monster?

The cultivators on Xuanzhi Mountain were all shocked that the young Taoist could actually ignore the attack of a Nascent Soul expert!

That's it?

Qin Luo shook his head, reached out and gripped the peach wood sword at his waist, then swung it at Pan Long, releasing a golden sword light with a casual strike.

"Run!"

Xu Kun loudly reminded him.

Just as Pan Long turned to flee, a sword light slashed out from between his brows, and he watched as the sword light hurtled towards the Xuanzhi Mountain high above.

Panlong cracked open.

The golden sword light rushed towards Xuanzhi Mountain. Qi Yun immediately activated the mountain-protecting formation. Rings of golden light rose up and finally formed a barrier that enveloped Xuanzhi Mountain, like a golden pagoda.

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