He wore a fitted blue outfit and had a tall, slender figure.
A blue longsword was strapped to his back.
His sharp strands of hair were tied together, swaying gently behind him.
Who else could it be but Ye Qinghong?
But at that moment, Ye Qinghong was pursing his lips. Ripples had risen, who knew when, in those eyes that were usually like a cold pool.
He lowered his head without a word.
His quiet heart, tranquil enough to give rise to a glazed sword heart, had completely shattered and fallen into disarray.
The only thing that bore witness to his temperament was that he had specifically chosen a blue rock to stand beside.
The dead leaves that had just fallen onto him had also been annihilated by strands of sword qi, swept away completely.
At that moment, he resembled a stubborn little child, radiating both murderous intent and sword qi.
He stood blocking Fang Yang, his own master.
Looking at his silent eldest disciple, Fang Yang let out a long sigh.
How powerful were the abilities of the Profound Heaven Strategy?
Although he was only in the great grandmaster realm now, his divine sense was already not to be underestimated.
It was just that, back in the courtyard, he had fallen into an extremely dangerous situation, a sea of peach blossoms, and had been busy driving his killing intent for Gong Yajun and the Heavenly Devil Race's Holy Maiden to dispel together.
As a result, he had paid no attention to his surroundings.
But when the Candle Tears fell and he entered that state of absolute coldness, he immediately detected Ye Qinghong's presence.
His ever-proud eldest disciple, known throughout the cultivation world as the God-Shocking Sword, had actually been eavesdropping up in a tree.
To spare the lad's pride,