"Uncle Master, why did you come here?" Ling Yu said slightly strangely.
Xiao Chen smiled faintly and said: "After sleeping for so many days, I have to move around. Besides, I haven't really visited Ziyan Sect yet, so stop talking nonsense and lead the way."
Seeing this scene, the disciples in gray were secretly shocked, wondering where this man in white came from.
In a word, Master Ling Yu really didn't say anything.
You must know that Uncle Ling Yu is the number one core disciple. He is young, only in his twenties.
It is very likely that he will become the youngest true disciple in the history of Ziyan Sect.
He also became a disciple of Zhen Zifeng, the Dinghai God of the sect, and was related to the legendary Panhuang. His future was unlimited.
Within the sect, many elders did not dare to look down on their uncle, and had to politely call him uncle when they met.
But in front of this man in white, the uncle had no temper at all. It was really strange and I couldn't understand it.
The three of them traveled quickly through the mountain roads, and soon they arrived at a lonely mountain peak surrounded by clouds and mist.
Next to the old tree in the peak, there stands a simple and elegant pavilion, where many disciples of the Ziyan Sect gather.
Lying next to them were two Ziyan Sect disciples with pale faces and painful expressions.
In front of the pavilion, on the bench, was a purple-haired young man, leading many core disciples wearing Shenxiao Sect costumes, with a smile on each face.
Their eyes were all looking forward, hovering high in the sky above the arena shrouded in fairy clouds and mist.
On the ring, two people were fighting fiercely, a man and a woman. The man is a core disciple of Shenxiao Sect, and the woman is a core disciple of Ziyan Sect. She is the Senior Sister Bai mentioned by the gray-clothed disciple.
"Thank you Jianfeng!"
At the entrance, there was a stone tablet with the three characters "Gu Jin Cang Mang" written on it. Xiao Chen thought thoughtfully and understood some of the reasons.
"Brother Lu, Brother Lan, what's wrong with you!"
Ling Yu looked at the two weak people in the pavilion, his expression changed drastically, and he dashed in.
"Uncle Junior, didn't I tell you not to come?" The two of them said in a deep voice with slightly angry faces.
"In this case, as the number one core disciple, how could I not come?"
Ling Yu didn't care, he stood up to check the injuries of the two of them, his face turned gloomy.
The thunderbolt entered the body and damaged the tibia. There was no way to recover within two months. How cruel!
"Feng Yu, you bastard, why are you so cruel!"
Ling Yu was furious, stood up and looked at the purple-haired young man who was the leader of Shenxiao Sect and yelled angrily.
The purple-haired young man smiled and said nothing: "Both of our sects have sword worshipers, just to facilitate the exchanges and exchanges between the disciples of the two sects. The fists and kicks are ruthless, and the swords have no eyes. When fighting with each other, it is inevitable that you can't control it. Brother Ling, why are you angry! "
"What do you call it, a fair fight? I've shown mercy. What else do you want?"
The Shenxiao sect warrior who injured the core disciple of Ziyan Sect stood up and glanced at Ling Yu disdainfully, showing no sign of remorse.
Worship Jianfeng, all sects and sects have similar locations.
That is the face of a sect. No sect would cancel the worship of Jianfeng. That would be a sign of weakness and a great shame for the sect.
He will be laughed at and looked down upon by all the sects.
Setting up this peak also has the effect of motivating the disciples. The world of warriors is originally about the weak eating the strong, and the strong respecting the weak and humiliating them.
It's just that in recent years, few Ziyan Sect disciples have gone to Shenxiao Sect to worship Jianfeng, and they have all come to tease him.
This time, the other party came prepared.
It is obvious that they want to attack the core disciples of Ziyan Sect so that they will not be able to enter the demon battlefield in two months and reduce competition.
The cruelty of the attack was unexpected.
boom!
While he was talking, on the stage, the exquisite woman was severely knocked away by a beam of lightning.
Suddenly there were exclamations from all directions, and the eyes of the Ziyan Sect disciples were filled with anger and unwillingness.
Three consecutive losses!
Another three-game losing streak. Except for some occasional exceptions, the core disciples of the Shenxiao Sect and the core disciples of the Ziyan Sect have always lost three games in a row over the years.
There is no other reason. The Shenxiao Sect has developed over the years, and the younger generation of disciples has surpassed the Ziyan Sect.
The momentum is extremely strong, and geniuses are born almost every year, steadily surpassing the Ziyan Sect.
"Little Master Uncle, who told you to come? Aren't you in retreat?"
The exquisite woman looked at Ling Yu and said with a hint of reproach. Beyond her words, she expressed the same concern as the two senior brothers.
Feng Yu, a purple-haired young man from the Shenxiao Sect, had the pearl of wisdom in his hands and said with a faint smile: "Farewell, mother-in-law and mother, I'm tired of watching the drama of love. It's your turn, Ling Yu, to take action. Let me think about who to send this time. Let you Win this game and save some face for your Ziyan Sect.”
After the words fell, the core disciples of Shenxiao Sect all laughed.
It has been like this over the years. After losing three games in a row, Ling Yu came on the scene and won a game, and then this purple-haired young man came on the scene for the finale and defeated Ling Yu.
The same drama happens almost every few months.
There is no exception every time. In the blessed land of Dongxuan Mountain, Feng Yu, the little thunder knife, is like Ling Yu's nemesis, suppressing him to death.
"Hey, senior brother, let me do it. This time, maybe it won't be your turn to take action."
The Shenxiao sect disciple who injured two people from Ziyan Sect before was not afraid and teased again.
Little Thunder Sword Feng Yu always had a smile on his face and always seemed to be in control of the overall situation. He smiled and said: "Please, Brother Ling Yu."
Ling Yu clenched his fists angrily, knowing that it was a game, but in this case, he had to be led by the other party.
"Junior brother Fang, be careful. This Ling Yu should have some opportunities recently. I saw his aura and his strength has improved a lot." Feng Yu, the little thunder knife, secretly sent a message to his junior brother.
"Senior brother, don't worry, I'm not stupid. This guy should have obtained some heavenly and earthly treasures, but he has not yet completely refined them. He will definitely not be his opponent. I will help him find out first."
They are all core disciples of the fourth-grade sect. Although the people of Shenxiao Sect are arrogant, they are not stupid.
Feng Yu was immediately reassured and without any worries anymore, he continued to look at Ling Yu and said: "Brother Ling Yu, what's wrong? My junior brother has already appeared on the stage. You don't even have this courage anymore?"
Xiao Chen saw everything in his eyes and was about to stop him, but Ling Yu couldn't hold his breath and jumped up and landed on the ring.
"This kid..."
Xiao Chen sighed in his heart. He understood. After all, he was still a young man. It seemed that he couldn't really do that. He was not surprised by praise or criticism, and didn't care about staying or leaving.
The current situation must be tolerated for a while.
After absorbing and refining all the life juice, he can then practice it in his own hands. When his strength has truly improved, he will go to the Shenxiao Sect to worship Jianfeng, and he will fight back his face ten times or a hundred times.
In one fell swoop, he defeated the opponent's spirit.
Instead of being like Ling Yu now, walking onto the arena with a cavity of resentment and helplessness.
"Fang Yun, the core disciple of Shenxiao Sect, and brother Ling Yu, please give me your advice!"
On the stage, the disciples of Shenxiao Sect raised their hands and saluted.
"Purple Flame Sect, Ling Yu, please give me some advice!"
Ling Yu looked at the smile on the other person's face and couldn't control the anger in his heart. As soon as he finished speaking, he punched him.
His angry punch was extremely powerful, and the sound of the punch breaking through the air sent harsh whistling sounds from all directions.
Xiao Lei Dao Feng Yu nodded slightly, his judgment was correct, Ling Yu's strength had indeed improved a lot.
However, everything is still under control.
Fang Yun was informed in advance and was not too surprised by Ling Yu's greatly increased strength.
The figure flashed, leaving behind an afterimage of thunder and lightning, temporarily avoiding its attack.
On the arena, Ling Yu's display of strength made the Ziyan Sect disciples' eyes light up, and they couldn't help but focus on the arena again.
Although Ling Yu was angry, he did not lose his mind. He wanted to fight quickly and retain his strength.
Then he fights Xiao Lei Dao Feng Yu, rewriting all the humiliation he suffered before.
Relying on the golden source of life juice given to him by Xiao Chen, his strength has increased greatly in the past few days, and he has strong confidence in defeating Feng Yu.
Xiao Chen was slightly surprised. This little nephew was really unexpected.
The boxing technique may seem powerful and domineering, but in fact the strength is used just right. Every time he strikes, no extra energy is wasted.
The steps were unorganized, but they pushed Fang Yun of Shenxiao Sect into a blind corner step by step.
If he is completely unable to use his fists and kicks, he may be defeated without even having a chance to attack with all his strength.
Interestingly, the progress is really not that big.
Xiao Chen secretly thought that maybe Ling Yu might not be able to create a miracle this time.