Kang Yuan came with a bruised nose and swollen face. He grinned in pain and complained to Kang Dezhu, Liu Tao and others for help.
After listening to this, several people gradually understood.
Liu Dahai was embarrassed for a while, feeling like he had tricked Kang Yuan.
Kantezuke sighed: "My disciple, the Flying Heaven Realm and the Saint Realm are two completely different realms. Even if the Saint is sealed, the Flying Heaven Realm cannot compete with it."
He said almost the same words as Duan Longhao, but after he finished speaking, he suddenly glanced at the Huo Ling Dojo subconsciously.
That day in the Huoling Dojo, the ancestor Huoling was in the Flying Heaven Realm, but he beat him, an old saint, to the point of vomiting blood and being seriously injured.
The ancestral fire spirits all fight at a level lower than or at the same level as the tester. The tester is a saint, the ancestral fire spirit is in the flying realm, the tester is in the flying realm, and the ancestral fire spirit is in the heavenly phase realm.
So, he added: "Those who can defeat the saints with the Flying Heaven Realm are all unparalleled geniuses. They must be outstanding figures from ancient and modern times!"
Next to him, Liu Erhai heard Kang Dezhu's words, blinked and smiled: "Are you talking about us?!"
Kant's assistant twitched his face and said: "I'm talking about our ancestors, you are still far behind!"
When Liu Liuhai heard this, he raised his brows and couldn't help but said: "In-laws, our ancestors are strong, but we are not weak either!"
"Oh? How can you see that?!" Assistant Kang De said with a chuckle in his eyes.
He looked Liu Liuhai up and down and found that although Liu Liuhai was in the Feitian realm like Liu Erhai, he felt that Liu Liuhai was much stronger than Liu Erhai. However, he still did not pay attention to Liu Liuhai.
"Although I seem to be a bad old man like you, I have lived for thousands of years. Do you think I will see the wrong person?!"
He calls himself "I am an old man" and is obviously angry.
Liu Liuhai's eyes lit up, he raised his fists and touched each other's palms, saying, "My parents-in-law seem dissatisfied!"
"Haha~" Assistant Kant raised his head and smiled without answering, but his expression was obvious.
Liu Liuhai said: "In this case, I might as well seal the spiritual power and have a fight with me to see if I, in the Flying Heaven realm, can't fight against you, a saint who has sealed your cultivation."
Kang Dezhu was reluctant at first for fear of hurting Liu Liuhai's face, but Liu Liuhai challenged him again and again, and Liu Tao and others' smiling faces and silent attitudes made Kang Dezhu uncertain, and he could only accept the challenge in the end.
In the square, the practicing tribesmen dispersed to make room for the two of them, watching the battle with curiosity and anticipation.
Liu Liuhai is the sixth elder of the Liu family and the leader of the Sickle Army. He has high prestige and strength.
Kant used his own cultivation and spiritual power to fight Liu Liuhai.
Kang Yuan sent a message: "Master, save some face for others, don't let them lose so embarrassingly."
Kang Dezhu glared and said: "I am a teacher and I still need you to teach me?!"
However, when the competition started, Kantezuke's expression suddenly changed. Liu Liuhai was much stronger than Liu Erhai. The offensive was overwhelming, wave after wave, and he felt extremely strong pressure.
He couldn't help but become cautious, and used the boxing skills of the Divine Fist Sect, with a mighty and terrifying punch. When the fist came out, the void roared, showing the terrifying strength of this old saint.
However, Liu Liuhai's momentum also increased. A golden light flashed above his head, and the ancestor's Dharma appeared, instantly defeating Kan Dezhu's fist, and the offensive became even more fierce.
Kang Dezhu looked at the dharma image of his ancestors above Liu Liuhai's head, and his eyelids jumped wildly. What is this? Is this the dharma image? Why do I feel like two against one!
Kang Yuan looked anxious and said through the message: "Master, don't give in to the opponent anymore, otherwise you will lose and your old face will be completely disgraced!"
Kantezuke was extremely angry, you evil disciple, you are so blind, didn’t you see that your master had already taken action with all his strength? !
"boom!"
Liu Liuhai punched the sun, and the ancestor Faxiang also punched the sun with an invincible force, hitting Kang Dezhu, and Kang Dezhu was knocked away.
In the surrounding square, the tribesmen cheered.
Kang Yuan screamed, the master actually lost!
Liu Liuhai walked over and helped Kang Dezhu up, his face full of apologies.
Kantezuke sighed: "You are currently in the Flying Heaven Realm. When you break through to the Saint Realm, you will probably be invincible at the same level!"
With that said, he looked back at Kang Yuan and lectured: "Xiao Yuan, you must learn from these grandfathers in the future, especially your sixth grandfather."
"Your sixth grandfather looks like an ancestor!!"
In one sentence, he praised his ancestor and Liu Liuhai too. Everyone laughed, and Liu Liuhai was even more elated. He was so proud that he looked at Kang Dezhu with a much more affectionate expression.
On the edge of the square, in the haystack, Chen Tianhua, Duan Longhao and Monk Liujie came.
They did not stay in the dormitory of Shenzi Shenzi. After discussing the escape plan, they went out to spy on Liu's sacred mountain. The nine dojos and ancestral towers in the square were the most dazzling, so they came here immediately.
Then, he saw the scene of Liu Liuhai defeating Kang Desuke, and he couldn't help but look shocked.
"Did that old guy take the Shiquan Dabu Pill? He actually defeated Kang Dezhu!"
"The Flying Heaven Realm Counterattack Saint, he really did it!"
"Fortunately, that old guy is old, otherwise no one would believe him if he said he was the Son of God!"
The three of them discussed Liu Liuhai with fear in their eyes.
Liu Liuhai can defeat Kang Dezhu who has sealed his cultivation, then he can also defeat the three of them.
"Let's go and have a look elsewhere. That guy Fang Yu is really weird. He doesn't even want to act with us."
Duan Longhao whispered, very dissatisfied with Fang Yu's unique behavior.
Chen Tianhua muttered: "Ignore him, everyone has his own ambitions. Maybe he wants to be the son-in-law of this indigenous family!"
Duan Longhao and Monk Liujie both laughed.
The Taoist disciple, whom the Taoist school is proud of, has married into a native of Scorpio. If such news spreads, it will definitely cause an uproar and make the Taoist school lose its face.
"Let's go take a look at this smoke-protecting mountain formation and study how to crack it."
The three retreated quietly.
In a room in the dormitory of the Son of God.
Fang Yu leaned against the window and looked out. There were lakes and water outside the window, and the scenery was pleasant. The wind blew, and the spiritual energy on the mountain surged like mist, and several courtyards were looming.
In one of the courtyards, a white-haired woman was sitting, practicing cross-legged, with snowflakes floating in the sky above her head. She looked like a holy lotus in the snow, with a cold and noble temperament.
Fang Yu just looked at her back, motionless. After a while, he suddenly closed his eyes, but two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks.
"I miss my sister!"
He whispered to himself. For some reason, when he saw the back of this white-haired woman, he thought of his sister who died more than ten years ago.
That was his biological sister, with the same white clothes and white hair, and a cold temperament. She never smiled when facing outsiders, like a fairy on the ice, she would only smile when facing him.
At that time, the family was fighting for power and profit. He was the son of the patriarch. When the patriarch was killed, his life was threatened and he was surrounded by enemies.
In the end, it was his sister with white clothes and white hair who rescued him. The elder sister was taciturn and had a cold temperament. She killed a group of enemies, crossed the vast starry sky, and sent him into the Taoist gate.
He admires his sister and imitates her in every move. She is taciturn and he is also taciturn. When he entered the Taoist sect, the Taoist master gave him many Taoist names, but he only chose "Feiyu!"
She is non-verbal, doesn't talk about others behind their backs, doesn't talk too much, and is taciturn, just like her sister.
He practiced hard and wanted to become the strongest. He vowed in his heart that he would take good care of his sister in this life and make her the happiest sister in the universe.
However, ten years ago, when he was successful in cultivation, became a Taoist saint, and competed to become a Taoist disciple among countless disciples of the Taoist sect, he learned about the death of his sister.
He was so distraught that he issued a Taoist order, found the enemy, killed the enemy, and at all costs, destroyed the planet where the enemy was located and buried him with his sister.
However, his sister still passed away and was never seen again, which became an eternal pain in his heart.
From then on, he became more withdrawn and then paranoid. His Taoist practice progressed by leaps and bounds, and he even mastered the "Craft of Creation" that no one in the Taoist sect had mastered for thousands of years. This shocked the Taoist sect headquarters and attracted the attention of countless big shots.
But he didn't have any pride at all. He was still withdrawn and taciturn. He was dressed in a blue Taoist robe and had a handsome and even bookish appearance. He often climbed high and looked far into the distance. He burst into tears, which broke the hearts of countless female disciples of the Taoist sect. Gradually, they became secretly attracted to him. When he got up every morning, he was surrounded by colorful faces. Love letters can fill a basket.
But he kept his integrity and never gave any female disciples a chance. The female disciples could not get him, but instead liked him and loved him even more.
In recent years, the number of female Taoist disciples who have become obsessed with love has increased significantly, and once set a record for the Taoist sect.
The Taoist sect investigated the cause, and finally learned that the problem lay with Taoist disciple Fang Yu. In desperation, they sent him here to practice in order to leave a way for the female disciples of the Taoist sect to survive.
Fang Yu is here, descending on Scorpio.
However, he got off to a bad start and was captured to the Liu's Holy Mountain. However, he was not nervous at all. An extremely profound Taoist magic circle had been arranged in the room. This magic circle connected to the void, allowing him to leave the Liu's Holy Mountain in an instant and regain his freedom.
But at this moment, when he opened the window and looked out, he saw a courtyard and a woman with white clothes and white hair. His expression suddenly froze and he burst into tears.
In front of the window, he suddenly opened his eyes and jumped out of the window. Even though his cultivation and spiritual power were sealed, the operation of the good fortune actually caused the spiritual power outside his body to flow, and he instantly walked away through the void and landed in the courtyard. .
In the yard, Liu Meimei was practicing. After a great Zhou Tianhou, she exhaled like white frost. She stopped practicing and opened her eyes. What she saw made her startled.
In front of me, at some point, a strange young man appeared.
This man was wearing a Taoist robe, upright, and handsome as a scholar. He was looking at her with excitement and joy, with two lines of tears on his face.
When he saw that she had finished practicing, he rushed forward, threw herself into Liu Meimei's arms, and cried loudly, shouting and crying.
"Sister, sister, you are not dead. Xiaoyu finally found you. I will never let you leave me again..."
Liu Meimei was extremely ashamed and angry. It was the first time she was hugged so intimately by a strange man.
She made a move with her bare hands, and the snow-white long sword beside the pavilion turned into a sword and fell into her hand. She swung the sword, and the sword was like a shooting star. The cold air hit people, murderous intent soared into the sky, and the sword suddenly struck...