Chapter 97 Self-cooked

The two disciples of the sect originally wanted to ridicule Long Yi, but when they saw that Long Yi was completely unreasonable to them, they also felt a little bored, so they lazily threw the identity back to Long Yi and said, "Go in."

Long Yi looked at the two of them indifferently and walked directly between them. He was about to fly to the seventh peak of Xuanyu Sect, but he suddenly heard an angry shout behind him and said, "You bastard, what's wrong with the disciples of the Seven Elders? Can't there be a swordsman disciple under the gate of the Seven Elders? I'm still in the late stage of the swordsman!"

Long Yi frowned and turned his head to look. He felt a little surprised, which meant that the person who shouted was the person who took the initiative to talk to him before entering the sect. It turned out that this man was also a disciple of the Seven Elders, and he was also a swordsman in the later period, which was quite rare.

For Long Yi, the sword saint in the later period is nothing. After all, he has even seen the sword god, and even the sword emperor has fought. However, for the two disciples of the Xuanyu Sect, in the later period of the sword saint, they dare not offend, because it is only one step away from the sword master, and the total number of sword masters of Xuanyu Sect is only that. There are more than ten people, and the status of Jiansheng's late disciples is still not low.

Before the man's voice fell, his figure had landed from mid-air and took off his sword. He stood in front of the two disciples with a little anger on his face. It seemed that he was very dissatisfied when he had heard that they had humiliated their identity as the seventh vein of Xuanyu Sect before.

Although everyone knows that among the seven elders of Xuanyu Sect, the elders are the strongest, and the seven elders are the weakest. The same is true of the strength of their disciples under their respective veins. The seven elders themselves were just the initial cultivation of Jianzun. For a long time, the strongest of the disciples was only the late Jiansheng, which was far from being compared with other sects. Therefore, in this Xuanyu Sect, his status was also the lowest, and he was often secretly teased.

Long Yi knows something about this situation, but he has no special feeling about the ridicule of the two disciples, because he has no feelings for the Xuanyu Sect, and the same is true of the seven elders who included him under the door. However, at this time, when he saw that someone cared so much about the reputation of the seven veins, he also felt Accident.

He silently looked at the young practitioner who seemed to be a little older than him, and could sense that he was indeed a swordsman in the later period, but he didn't know why he was so angry, and he refuted bluntly.

In fact, Long Yi has been in the teaching and influence of the god-eating son for the past ten years. The awe of the practice sect has become very plain, and because he has seen many strong people and experienced experiences that ordinary practitioners can't imagine and can't encounter, so even if he is insulted. I don't think it has any impact on myself. However, for the practitioner who spoke angrily, it is certainly a little humiliating to be a disciple of the seven veins, but it is always the line he belongs to. As one of them, it is naturally uncomfortable to hear others make fun of his master and lineage, and his bold and straightforward personality also makes him unable to Let it out.

The two disciples were shouted angrily and suddenly looked a little stunned. When they saw the menacing staring at themselves, their confidence seemed to be a little insufficient. They looked at each other in consternation. After a long time, one of them calmed down and said in a low voice, "You, who are you? Why don't you sign up your name?"

The man snorted coldly, raised his hand to take out the identity jade tube from the storage bag, and threw it directly into the man's arms. The man took over the jade tube. As soon as he looked at it, his face became a little strange. He said, "Wang Yong, disciple of the seven veins, are you in the late period of the sword saint?"

Wang Yong snorted coldly again. Obviously, he disdained to talk too much with these two disciples who only had the realm of swordsmen and said, "What, can this still be faked!?

The two disciples looked at each other. The previous mocking look subconsciously restrained a lot. They handed back the identity jade tube to Wang Yong and said, "It's true. Go in. My brother's cultivation is strong, and his future is bound to be bound to be bound.

Wang Yong glanced at the two people and was too lazy to talk to them. He walked directly by, but when he saw Long Yi, he changed his face. He smiled and walked towards him.

Seeing this, Long Yi climbed straight up and flew to the seventh peak of Xuanyu Sect. Wang Yong already knew that Long Yi was also a disciple of the seven veins. He was planning to come forward to say a name and make friends. Unexpectedly, Long Yi was still so cold. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but he just curled his lips and followed Long Yi to the seventh peak.

Because Xuanyu Sect has seven elders, it is divided into seven peaks. Each elder temporarily lives in a mountain forest. Above the peak is their cultivation cave. In addition to the Qianjue Hall, the Wanbao Library and the Dan Pharmacy, Xuanyu Sect actually has an important place, which is also a forbidden place, which is where the master of the sect is located. The peak, and that peak, is surrounded by seven peaks. Its status is very detached, but no one dares to approach, even the seven elders.

Long Yi's speed was not fast. When he flew to the seventh peak, he also unintentionally passed the high mountain where the Qianjue Hall was located, but his eyes also glanced faintly outside the Qianjue Hall, and immediately withdrew it and stopped looking at it.

Not long after, the seventh peak had arrived. Long Yi fell directly halfway up the mountain, put away the silver sword, and saw that some practitioners had gathered in the open space in front of him. I don't know what he was doing.

Those who will appear in this seventh peak are naturally the disciples of the Seven Elders, but if Long Yi takes a closer look, he can see that those people are obviously divided into two factions at this time, which seems to show a confrontation, and the atmosphere is not very peaceful.

Long Yi frowned slightly and meditated a little. Then he raised his feet and walked forward silently. When he raised his feet, Wang Yong had also fallen to the ground. When he saw the scene in the open space, he seemed to be very curious. He took two steps and came to Long Yi again. He looked familiar and said to Long Yi, "Oh, brother, What's going on over there?"

Long Yi turned his head and looked at Wang Yong. He was a little helpless and a little funny. This man was so thick-skinned, which was really rare in the world. Obviously, he was so indifferent to him several times, but he still didn't care. In a blink of an eye, he forgot it, and then came to pester him again.

Long Yi does not talk to people, let alone have anything to do with people, but he has ignored Wang Yong twice. If he still leaves indifferently this time, he will definitely make Wang Yong complain about him. This is not a smart thing to do. At the same time, he feels that Wang Yong is very straightforward, and even a little rough and bold. There was no hostility, so this time he didn't dodge anymore. He just looked at him and said lightly, "I don't know."

When Wang Yong heard the words, he smiled and said, "My name is Wang Yong. Hey hey, brother, I always let you open my mouth, ha! We are all disciples of the Seven Elders, but we are also very predestined. Let's just know each other, right?

Long Yi smiled bitterly in his heart, sighed softly and said, "Long Yi."

Wang Yong suddenly said, "Oh, Brother Long, there must be something going on there. Shall we go and have a look?"