Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Lin Fan frowned and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

He looked at the Yan soldiers blocking the mountain gate and felt an unprecedented anger.

Their bold behavior was not only an insult to the Qingyun Sect, but also a personal provocation to him.

His hand is holding the Qiankun Ax tightly, which is a legendary magic weapon with the power to tear the heaven and the earth apart.

"How dare you be so rude!"

Lin Fan roared angrily and swung the Qiankun Ax, turning it into a bolt of lightning that shook the sky and rushed straight into the enemy formation.

The Yan soldiers were stunned by this sudden attack. They could not believe that a young man had such terrifying power.

The light of the ax was like lightning, and in an instant, the soldiers fell like fallen leaves after autumn.

When other Qingyun disciples saw this, their morale was greatly boosted.

They also drew their weapons and joined the battle.

Although these young practitioners are inexperienced, their courage and strength cannot be underestimated.

During the battle, their eyes were firm and their movements were decisive, and every blow hit the enemy's vitals accurately.

After a while, these ordinary soldiers were killed by Qingyun disciples to pieces.

Jiang Shuiling stood aside and looked at the corpse on the ground, feeling confused and shocked.

She asked in a low voice: "How to deal with the relationship between Qingyun Sect and Yan State?"

Lin Fan turned around, looked at Jiang Shuiling, and said in a firm but relaxed tone: "If someone blocks your mountain gate, you don't care about the relationship anymore!"

Hearing this, Jiang Shuiling suddenly understood and without saying anything else, followed Lin Fan and his party and quickly walked into the Qingyun Sect.

They saw various groups of people along the way, including envoys from various major forces, as well as idlers, etc. Their eyes were full of curiosity and vigilance.

All this made Lin Fan and Jiang Shuiling feel an ominous premonition.

They knew that this sudden conflict was just the beginning, and that a bigger storm was quietly brewing.

Lin Fan had both burning anger and cold reason in his heart.

He knew that as a member of the Qingyun Sect, he could not make a decision based on momentary anger.

He needs more wisdom and strategy to deal with the upcoming challenges.

According to the guidance of the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, Jiang Shuiling knew that the head of the sect was holding an exit ceremony at the newly built viewing platform.

Jiang Shuiling's steps were hurried, but her heart was full of uneasiness.

The master's exit ceremony was originally a grand event for the Qingyun Sect, but unexpectedly, the sound of fighting was heard on a day like this.

She led everyone through the ancient and solemn corridors of Qingyun Sect, and every step seemed heavy and fast.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the surrounding air, which made people feel a little ominous.

As they approached the viewing platform, the sounds of fighting became clearer.

Gold and iron clashed with thunderous momentum. It was obvious that both sides were the masters among masters.

A trace of surprise flashed in Jiang Shuiling's eyes, "How could a battle of this level happen easily within the sect?"

Lin Fan followed closely behind, with a solemn expression on his face.

As a disciple of Qingyun, he feels every turmoil in the sect.

They quickened their pace, filled with nervousness and worry.

When they finally approached the viewing platform, an astonishing scene came into view.

Elder Chuan Gong, one of the top leaders of the Qingyun Sect, was holding a long stick and fighting fiercely with a young man wearing Daxia clothes.

That young man was none other than Li Haoyu from Daxia. He was dressed in flowing white clothes and had an extraordinary aura.

Every attack by Li Haoyu was full of violent power, while Elder Chuan Gong used his profound internal strength to resolve it.

The battle between the two was full of intensity and skill, and anyone who watched it would be shocked.

Jiang Shuiling watched the battle with doubts and confusion in his heart.

"Why did this happen?" she couldn't help asking herself.

She knew that this battle was no accident and there must be a deep meaning behind it.

Lin Fan's gaze became even sharper.

He noticed every movement and every breath of the two people in the field.

He knew that behind this battle, there might be some kind of entanglement between Qingyun Sect and Daxia.

The battle became more intense, and the auras of the two became more solemn.

The surrounding air seemed to be shaken by this powerful force.

Every time the weapons clashed, there was a gust of wind that even made onlookers feel suffocated.

As the battle continued, Elder Chuan Gong's breathing began to become rapid, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Although his long stick was powerful, it also showed signs of fatigue.

A sharp light flashed in Li Haoyu's eyes. He was as agile as a cheetah, constantly looking for flaws in the elder Chuan Gong.

Jiang Shuiling and Lin Fan on the sidelines watched the battlefield nervously. They could feel that the situation of the elder Chuan Gong was getting more and more dangerous.

Lin Fan's fists were clenched. He was eager to rush forward to help, but he knew that his strength was far from the level of this battle.

Suddenly, a sharp sound pierced the air, and Li Haoyu's sword pierced the abdomen of the elder Chuan Gong like lightning.

A trace of panic flashed in Elder Chuan Gong's eyes. He tried to dodge, but it was too late.

The tip of the sword penetrated his body accurately, bringing up a burst of blood mist.

There were exclamations on the viewing platform, Jiang Shuiling's face instantly turned pale, and Lin Fan's eyes were filled with anger.

The elder Chuan Gong swayed, his face turned pale, and he was obviously seriously injured.

He struggled to hold the long stick on the ground in an attempt to stabilize his body.

Li Haoyu sneered and took back his sword, his eyes full of contempt and the joy of victory.

"Elder Chuan Gong, you have failed."

His voice was cold, like the biting north wind.

Elder Chuan Gong gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and whispered: "You won, but it does not mean that Qingyun Sect has lost. Qingyun Sect will make you pay the price!"

Li Haoyu ignored him and turned to look at the Qingyun disciples and the audience around him.

His eyes were full of provocation and fighting spirit,

"Disciples of the Qingyun Sect, your Kung Fu master has been defeated by me. Who else is there in the Qingyun Sect?"

These words hit everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Qingyun's disciples all showed expressions of anger and grief, but they also knew that with their own strength, they might not be Li Haoyu's opponent.

Jiang Shuiling and Lin Fan looked at each other, a trace of determination flashed in their eyes.

They know that the significance of this battle is far more than the superficial victory or defeat, it is related to the dignity and future of Qingyun Sect.

Li Haoyu stood proudly, waiting for the challenger to appear.

His eyes scanned the surroundings like a predator, full of provocation.

Jiang Shuiling took a deep breath. She knew that she could not be Li Haoyu's opponent, but she could not just watch the Qingyun Sect's dignity being trampled on.

She was about to take a step forward, but was held back by Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's eyes flashed with determination, and he whispered to Jiang Shuiling: "Let me do it."

After saying that, he slowly walked to the center of the battlefield, facing Li Haoyu, showing the courage and determination of a Qingyun disciple.