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"This is not like the master's style!"

Qin Keqing smiled and handed a cup of tea to Ling Tian.

In her opinion, Ling Tian has always been a decisive killer, unless he is facing a beautiful lady, he may show mercy.

Just the provocative man just now, just because of his hateful face, should be on Ling Tian's must-kill list.

"Oh?" Ling Tian raised the corner of his mouth, and patted Qin Keqing's buttocks lightly, "Then Keqing, what do you think the master should do?"

Qin Keqing's face flushed, and she didn't say anything.

"It seems that you still don't understand the master. I will give you a deep tutorial tonight so that you can understand it well!"

Qin Keqing's face was already blushing, and the blush extended all the way to the roots of her ears, "Master——"

Ling Tian took the tea and took a sip of it.

The reason why he let the big man go was because he recognized that the big man was the subordinate of the thief girl in the original book.

Letting him go was not because Ling Tian wanted to show goodwill to the thief girl, but to play the long game to catch the big fish!

Don't forget that the purpose of his coming to Tianhan City was not to let others look at him like a monkey!

Suddenly, a biting cold wind blew in his face, and with the arrival of the cold wind, a group of monks in green robes appeared at the gate of Tianhan City.

They were tall and straight, with awe-inspiring aura. The iconic Taoist robes showed their identities. They were the most mysterious disciples of Qingfeng Temple in the three major sects.

When the other monks saw the disciples of Qingfeng Temple suddenly appear, they were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped to the ground!

Their eyes were wide open, and their mouths were wide open enough to fit an egg, as if they were struck by lightning!

It is because Qingfeng Temple has never been concerned with worldly affairs, and basically does not participate in the complicated trivialities of Zhongzhou.

Practicing is to cultivate oneself and cultivate one's character. Disputes over trivial matters will only increase cause and effect, make the heart of Taoism dusty, and be detrimental to the pursuit of immortality.

This is the sect rule of Qingfeng Temple, and it is the only one.

Speaking of Qingfeng Temple, it is also a strange flower. It is ranked among the top three sects, but there is no need to test to enter the sect for practice. You can enter if you want.

But if you violate the sect rules, you can be expelled from the sect and never set foot in the sect. Those who violate the order will be executed immediately!

"Wow, they are disciples of Qingfeng Temple! Why are they here?"

"Is it for Lingtian?"

"No way! In my opinion, they should be disciples of Qingfeng Temple who happened to pass by here."

"But they went straight to the restaurant where Lingtian was!"

"Let's go! Let's catch up and see."

A group of cultivators followed the disciples of Qingfeng Temple like star chasers.

"Look, they seem to be going to deal with Lingtian!

"Lingtian, the big devil, is unforgivable. Now it's time to watch!"

...

In the restaurant.

"Qingfeng Temple? Why are they here?"

Looking at the Taoist disciples who were not in the crowd, Qin Keqing was a little surprised.

"Don't they always dislike to participate in the disputes of the outside world?"

"Qingfeng Temple?"

Ling Tian repeated and laughed out loud: "What a dislike to participate in the disputes of the outside world."

In the original novel, Qingfeng Temple is not as indifferent as it seems. This is just a marketing trick used by Qingfeng Temple to cover up its ugly face!

The protagonist Ye Fei was also attracted by the unique sect rule of Qingfeng Temple and joined Qingfeng Temple.

Disciples who just joined the sect were required to take an unknown pill.

It is said that this pill can wash away the filth on the body and make the six senses clear!

But as time went by, the protagonist gradually realized that something was wrong. Inexplicably, some disciples disappeared mysteriously in the sect.

After some investigation, the protagonist was shocked to find that the entire Qingfeng Temple was simply a slaughterhouse.

The pills that the new disciples took were not some kind of elixir that could wash away the filth, but the larvae of the spirit insect.

They would use the spiritual energy of the cultivators as nutrients until they squeezed it dry.

The cultivators who found something wrong with their bodies asked the elders, and the answers they received were all the same: "This is a process that must be experienced to achieve the six senses of clarity, and it is a necessary hard practice!"

When the spirit insects in these disciples' bodies mature.

The elders in the sect would take action, take them away and kill them in the name of teaching, and take out the spirit insects for their practice.

Speaking of Qingfeng Temple, Ling Tian's eyes flashed with a ray of brilliance.

"At this time, she should still be in Qingfeng Temple!"

"Devil Lingtian, come out and die!"

A loud shout interrupted Ling Tian's thoughts.

The leader of the Qingfeng Temple disciples was a middle-aged man with flowing black hair. His eyes were like lightning. He stared at Ling Tian and said coldly: "Today, we are ordered to enforce justice on behalf of heaven!"

Ling Tian raised his eyebrows and looked at the Qingfeng Temple disciples who claimed to enforce justice on behalf of heaven. He said lightly: "Oh? Enforce justice on behalf of heaven? Have I committed another great sin?"

The disciples of Qingfeng Temple heard this, and a trace of anger flashed in their eyes. Their leader, the middle-aged man, sneered: "You violated the rules of heaven and earth, went against heaven, and your sins are serious! Today is your death day!"

Ling Tian heard this, and a trace of teasing flashed in his eyes.

Practicing is to go against heaven, to fight against heaven and earth!

Is there anything wrong with this?

It is even more unacceptable to be guilty of serious sins. In front of Qingfeng Temple, even the most evil demons have to give in.

He stood up leisurely and said calmly: ".〃 Compared with what you did in Qingfeng Temple, I am just a child playing house!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Tian flashed and instantly came to the disciples of Qingfeng Temple. He glanced at these disciples indifferently, revealing a trace of disdain in his eyes.

The atmosphere in the restaurant instantly became extremely tense, and other cultivators also stepped back a few steps, fearing that they would be involved in this dispute.

"How dare you, a bold lunatic, insult my sect!" A disciple of Qingfeng TempleZi shouted, and drew out a long sword in his hand, stabbing Ling Tian.

His action instantly caused a burst of noise from the surrounding cultivators.

It was because the disciple's cultivation had reached the late stage of Guiyi Realm. You know, with such cultivation, he would be at least an elder in the lower three sects, or even higher.

But he can only be regarded as a disciple in Qingfeng Temple, which shows how terrifying the sect foundation of Qingfeng Temple is!

Ling Tian raised his eyebrows, his body was like lightning, avoiding the attack of the Qingfeng Temple disciple, and at the same time, he hit him hard in the chest.

There was a series of (Lee's) bone-breaking sounds, and the disciple of Qingfeng Temple died tragically on the spot.

Seeing this, the disciples of Qingfeng Temple immediately became alert. They held long swords and stared at Ling Tian closely, ready to attack at any time.

"Do it!" The leading middle-aged man of Qingfeng Temple shouted loudly.

As soon as the words fell, a sharp sword energy shot towards Ling Tian. In an instant, the whole restaurant was shrouded by this sword energy.

Ling Tian was not panicked at all. His eyes flashed with sharp light.

He waved the long sword in his hand lightly, and the sword energy was crisscrossed, easily dissolving the attack.

"It seems that you are not qualified."

Ling Tian sneered, and his figure swayed, like a dragon, shuttling among the disciples of Qingfeng Temple.

He had a cold look in his eyes, holding the Tianzhu Sword, and his footsteps were ruthless.

The sword light flashed, and the disciples fell to the ground one after another, screaming one after another.

"It's your turn next!"

Ling Tian stood in a pool of blood, pointing his sword at the middle-aged man who led the Qingfeng Temple.