Chapter 4261

"Aren't your Peng family's hands stretched too far?"

Long Qintian's icy eyes swept across the ancestor of the Peng family, making this strong man in the Ninth Layer of Infant Gathering Realm feel icy cold all over.

"Senior taught me that!"

The ancestor of the Peng family was extremely shocked. Before this, Cang Yuanzong had been almost infiltrated by various forces.

In every spirit peak, there are people secretly placed by the major forces, that is, those elders, who have more or less relations with the major forces in private.

The relationship between the Peng family and the Tiger God Peak is well known throughout the world.

In the past, Cang Yuanzong was lonely, and everyone wanted to interfere. The strongmen of Cang Yuanzong also turned a blind eye, and they became more and more presumptuous.

But who would have thought that the missing expert from Longshen Peak would reappear.

One must know that there were a lot of powerful people who disappeared from Longshen Peak back then, if these people were still alive, how far would their cultivation have reached.

Just like the Long Qintian in front of him, he was the Juying Dingfeng six hundred years ago, and he is alive now, which proves that he has already succeeded in gathering the gods.

And this is just him!

The ancestors of the Peng family couldn't imagine how terrible it would be if Cang Yuanzong had one or two more god-gathering powerhouses.

"What you have been doing all these years ends here!"

There was no joy or anger on Long Qintian's face, but his words made the ancestors of the Peng family tremble with fear. A truly peerless powerhouse, he followed every word and deed.

He said so far, who would dare to mess around, unless he wanted his life.

With so many forces, hundreds of years of infiltration, has it come to naught?

Really unwilling, but compared with the family inheritance, who is more important, the ancestors of the Peng family believe that those people naturally have a bottom line in their hearts.

"The junior obeys!"

The ancestor of the Peng family didn't dare to say a word of nonsense, he was really worried that Long Qintian would directly kill him.

Compared with a behemoth like Cang Yuanzong, the Peng family is too small.

The background of the Peng family can never be compared with these top-notch sects.

In Dongzhou Continent, the Peng family is only a second-rate monk family, not a real top family.

If there is no God-gathering expert sitting in the town, or there has been a God-gathering expert, it will never be able to become a real first-class family.

Long Qintian looked at the sky in the distance, where thunder clouds were densely covered, and a powerful thunder calamity was brewing, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "You want to kill my disciple of Longshen Peak, I have no objection, As long as you can bear his growing anger, keep doing what you have to do!"

Long Qintian's words caused an inexplicable change in the expression of the ancestor of the Peng family. He could tell that this was Long Qintian's plan to sharpen that disciple named Chen Ping.

Is this using his Peng family as a whetstone?

"Senior, from now on, the Peng family will no longer be an enemy of him, and I ask the senior to show you your hand and let me, the younger generation of the Peng family."

The ancestor of the Peng family figured it out, no matter whose order he was, there was such a peerless powerhouse behind Chen Ping, and there might be more than one, who would dare to provoke him.

The humiliation that the Peng family suffered before is nothing, as long as the most outstanding genius of the Peng family can be kept, there will be a chance to make a comeback in the future.

"late!"

Long Qintian said indifferently: "Even if you don't want to be an enemy of him, he will not let your Peng family go, and you don't even think about it. If he is so easy to kill, do you still need your Peng family to take action?"

The face of the ancestor of the Peng family suddenly changed, he seemed to understand something, the identity of that person, and killing a little monk in the spirit gathering state was not just a matter of casual words.