"Jiuxiao Pavilion? How is it compared to Yuntianmen?" Wandong asked again.
Lai Wanli said, "Jiuxiao Pavilion is still inferior to Yuntianmen."
Wan Dong nodded lightly, and at this moment, a pure white slender figure floated over through the rain of flowers. He looks handsome, carefree, and refined. He is worthy of being a hero among the young generation of Shengtian Continent.
Just looking at Hua Qingkong, Wan Dong's expression darkened a little. Just because of the arrogant look on Hua Qingkong's face, he couldn't help but think of Li Baiyi.
Li Baiyi seemed to be like this back then, aloof, as if no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it was just his foil.
Wan Dong shook his head, drove Li Baiyi away from his mind, and then looked at Hua Qingkong. It seems that at the age of about 20, his cultivation is already at the middle level of Perfection, which is even higher than Hu Xueqing. No wonder Lai Wanli would say that he is the number one master among the younger generation of Jiuxiao Pavilion. With such a level of cultivation, he should be one of the best in the entire Shengtian Continent. At least Hu Beishan's level of cultivation is not necessarily much higher than him. .
Hua Qingkong came through the sky, but before he landed, four Jiuxiao Pavilion disciples dressed in uniform green clothes worked together to pull up a piece of snow-white silk cloth and came under him first, just in time to catch Hua Qingkong firmly. Hua Qingkong just stood on this square of snow-white silk, and her feet were not stained by dust.
"What a grand gesture!" Wandong snorted in his heart, but his face was indifferent, as if he had never seen it before.
"It smells so heavy of alcohol!" Hua Qingkong frowned slightly, with a hint of disgust on his face.
As soon as Hua Qingkong finished speaking, the four Jiuxiao Pavilion disciples roared in unison and each punched out. The four powerful punches forcefully set off a tornado, sweeping away everything within a radius of five feet.
Some casual cultivators who were caught off guard were immediately splashed with drinks and vegetables, and looked very embarrassed. However, each of them dared to be angry and dare not speak. At most, they could only glare at Hua Qingkong fiercely. Secretly, not daring to be discovered.
"Bold!" Ma Yunliang shouted loudly, with an angry look on his face.
Hua Qingkong just glanced at him and then looked away, as if looking at Ma Yunliang one more time would stain his eyes.
"Are you the Lord of Divine Thunder City?" Hua Qingkong ignored Ma Yunliang and directly focused on Wandong.
Wan Dong smiled coldly and said, "That's right! You are Hua Qingkong from Jiuxiao Pavilion. It's really a great show!"
Hua Qingkong also sneered and asked, "Did you make yesterday's announcement? You are so loud. Who do you think this young master is? Did you just come and leave at the drop of a hat?"
"Hua Qingkong, don't feel too good about yourself. I didn't recruit you, you shamelessly came to our Divine Thunder City on your own."
"You..." Hua Qingkong was angry.
Wan Dong didn't give Hua Qingkong a chance to speak at all, and said coldly, "My Divine Thunder City is not like other places. It has rules. Just like you were rude just now and disturbed my guests, I will Reason to deal with you!"
"Dispose of me? Hahaha... Okay! I am here, so why don't you come!" Hua Qingkong laughed wildly, with a flamboyant look on his face, as if he didn't take Wandong seriously.
"Don't worry, I will never be soft when it's time to be tough! General Ma, take them down for me!" Wan Donghuo stood up with a cold look on his face.
Ma Yunliang had been holding his breath for a long time and was eager to take action. Before Wandong could finish his words, Ma Yunliang rushed forward with his troops. But Hua Qingkong was actually faster than him. Her body suddenly flew up, as fast as a white lightning bolt, and she was in front of Wan Dong in the blink of an eye.
"How can I allow you, a young man, to act wild in front of me? Well, I will teach you a lesson first!" He said it was a lesson, but Hua Qingkong's attack was not merciless. That strength was enough to kill Wandong even if he didn't. Xin, at least intends to destroy Wandong.
"Hahaha... You Hua Qingkong is the first one who dares to teach me a lesson!" Wandong laughed wildly, wearing a long robe, swaying in the wind, and an invisible power was formed in an instant, so fast that Hua Qingkong was stunned There was no time to react.
When he found out, Hua Qingkong only felt that his whole body seemed to have fallen into a quagmire. The previous flexibility and freedom were gone in an instant. It was very difficult.
"How could this happen?" Hua Qingkong never dreamed that such a situation would happen. Since his cultivation reached the middle level of Perfection, he has never encountered an opponent of Wandong's level. His heart almost burst from his throat. His eyes popped out.
Even though Hua Qingkong was a fool, she knew that Wandong was not easy to mess with. She exclaimed, hurriedly stopped her attack, concentrated all her strength, and retreated backwards. To his great relief, Wandong did not pursue him.
"Who are you?" Hua Qingkong turned over and fell back on the white cloth. Although his figure was still handsome, Lai Wanli and others could see a trace of unconcealed fear in his eyes.
Wan Dong has already seen the arrogance and ruthlessness of Yuntianmen. Today's meeting was held, and Tie Sha from Juejian Sect came to cause trouble first. Before he could completely calm down, Hua Qingkong from Jiuxiao Pavilion appeared, and a bigger one appeared. Wan Dong was puzzled by the large number of people. What did these disciples of the sect in Shengtian Continent eat when they were growing up? How come none of them were normal
"Hmph! What do you mean by standing on a piece of rag? Do you think the ground of our Divine Thunder City is dirty?" Wan Dong ignored Hua Qingkong's question, but glared and scolded him sternly.
"You bastard, why are you talking to our young master?" Before Hua Qingkong could answer, the four Jiuxiao Pavilion disciples below him roared in unison, as if they had been arranged in advance, with great momentum.
"Seeking death!" Wan Dong was unhappy at first, but when he heard it again, he became even more furious. He shouted loudly and struck with his palm.
The dazzling golden light soared into the sky, more powerful than the sunlight that filtered through the thick dark clouds. Hua Qingkong, who was high above the white cloth, felt something bad at the sight. She exclaimed and quickly mobilized all the energy in her body. , his hands danced wildly, and a series of thousands of palm shadows were struck, heading towards the golden light.
But with Hua Qingkong's intermediate-level Taoist skills, how can he compete with Wandong's state that is enough to kill Dzogchen in an instant? The golden light moved forward, crushing all the palm shadows released by Hua Qingkong with a devastating force, without even the slightest pause in the middle.
The four Jiuxiao Pavilion disciples under Hua Qingkong also saw something was wrong. They all changed their expressions in shock and waved their palms repeatedly, hoping to join forces with Hua Qingkong to resist Wandong's offensive.
The idea was good, but they underestimated Wandong, and even more so themselves. The palm power of the four people soon merged with Hua Qingkong's palm shadow, but so what? No amount of people can change the destined ending.
"Get off here!" Wandong shouted sharply, and the golden light suddenly accelerated, and with a whoosh, it arrived in front of Hua Qingkong. Hua Qingkong subconsciously stretched out his palms, and with a muffled sound, Hua Qingkong's body flew upside down. When he got out, the white cloth under his feet fell into pieces in an instant. The powerful energy filled the air and threw the four Jiuxiao Pavilion disciples more than ten feet away like broken sacks.
It seems that Hua Qingkong really has mysophobia, and it's quite serious. Even though he was overwhelmed by Wandong's energy, he still managed to find his balance in the air, jumped up, and flew high into the sky.
Wandong sneered, his shoulders suddenly swayed, and the invisible energy spread out in layers like waves. Hua Qingkong's figure just jumped up a foot, and was wrapped in this energy.
As if someone had given him a slap in the face, Hua Qingkong groaned and fell from the sky. Amidst waves of exclamations, Hua Qingkong fell heavily onto the dust. Unfortunately, her flawless white robe was stained with dust in the blink of an eye.
As soon as Hua Qingkong fell to the ground, he seemed to be electrocuted, and he immediately jumped up, but it was as if there was an invisible giant hand above his head, and before he could jump up, it slapped him hard. Returned to the ground.
After trying several times in succession, Hua Qingkong always had the same result. In the end, Hua Qingkong had no choice but to give up and looked at Wan Dong with fear and resentment in his eyes.
"Don't always think that you are superior to others. In fact, you are nothing special at all. If this person is not down-to-earth, he is just a duckweed without roots. He can only follow the crowd and never become a great person. !”
Wandong's words are not only a lesson to Hua Qingkong, but also an on-demand message for him. The key is to see how Hua Qingkong understands it. But looking at Hua Qingkong's angry and extreme expression, I'm afraid he didn't regard this as on-demand.
"No matter who you are, no matter how high your cultivation level is, I will avenge today's shame in the future!" Hua Qingkong glared at Wan Dong and roared through gritted teeth.
Wan Dong raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and said with cold eyes: "What do you mean, are you forcing me to kill you?"
"Ah? You..." As soon as Wan Dong said these words, Hua Qingkong was immediately startled and took a step back involuntarily.
This is another bad habit of sect disciples. If they can't defeat others and are afraid of losing face, they always like to say harsh words. This is relying on the power of their own sect, thinking that others dare not really kill them, but if they meet a master like Wan Dong, this is obviously a death rhythm.
Hua Qingkong's expression seemed to be frightened, which made the casual cultivators on the side burst into laughter.
In this world, no matter what happens, there are pros and cons. These sect disciples have someone to protect them and have no worries about resources. When they practice, they get twice the result with half the effort. But they are like flowers in a greenhouse. They are indeed delicate and beautiful, but they cannot withstand any wind and rain. In comparison, those casual cultivators were more than a little stronger. If Wandong was asked to choose his comrades, he would rather choose those casual cultivators! (To be continued)