"I wonder which master is here, please show yourself!!"
Wei Huang bowed his hands towards the sky and shouted loudly. His words, carried by his magical power, echoed over the sky above the mountain gate for a long time. The disciples gathered around him were all silent and looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Who are you talking to, Master?" "It's indeed strange. Master's Thunder Sword Technique is usually very impressive, but today it seems like clouds come and go. Maybe there is someone with high cultivation level beside him."
"… We in Canglan Mountain haven't been around for a long time. We have been secluded in the mountains and forests to practice cultivation, and we haven't had any conflicts with anyone for a long time."
"Maybe it has something to do with that kid."
In front of the execution platform, Ren Yinyang looked back at his headmaster brother, lowered his head to read the spell, and shouted: "What master? There is no such thing as a master. It's just my fault. Watch me do it again!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew across the square, raising the dust on the ground and swirling in the air. Then a plain voice like a narration came down from the sky.
It was like thunder exploding in everyone's ears.
"Our national master is here to pick up our disciple Li Sui'an. If you guys try to stop us, I will tear down your mountain gate!"
“What a big mouth!”
The disciples below were suddenly in an uproar and they all went forward to look upward. The two elders of the sect over at the wooden building had solemn expressions on their faces. They used magic power to transmit sound, which most of the people in the sect could do, but few could sense the cultivation contained in this magic power like they did.
The two elders looked at each other.
"God-level realm."
Wei Huang, who was a little ahead, naturally also felt that the sect's practice method was incomplete. He had been stuck in the Nascent Soul stage for many years and had made little progress. When he suddenly heard these words, his heart seemed to be tightened. His daughter Wei Lingyun rushed out of the building and worriedly pulled her father's arm.
"Dad..."
"fine."
Wei Huang patted the back of her hand and tried to persuade her. On the execution platform, Li Sui'an lifted up her loose hair and looked up at the sky. A slight smile appeared on her bloodstained face and she couldn't help laughing out loud.
Hahaha!!
Ha ha-
Amidst the laughter, he looked over there at the frightened girl, and finally, at Ren Yinyang in the audience. He clenched his bloody teeth and squeezed out a hoarse voice.
"Don't be afraid, my master is here. You... didn't you ask me who my master is? Now he's here... just ask him yourself. I'm reminding you... my master has a much worse temper now than before... he'll beat you with a stick."
The last joke was like a needle piercing Ren Yinyang's heart. He also felt the cultivation level of the spiritual realm. However, his cultivation level had greatly increased in the past few years. Even if he had not reached the spiritual realm, he still claimed to have the strength of the spiritual realm.
"Shut up!"
He shouted loudly and waved his sleeves at the disciples who were whispering around him, asking them to shut up. He felt quite embarrassed about the lightning he had just summoned, and now he was being teased. The hairs on his chin were stretched straight.
As for the word "national master" mentioned by the other party, it is no longer that important.
"Which cultivator dares to go wild in Canglan Mountain?"
With an angry voice, Ren Yin Yang flicked his wide sleeves and took two steps forward. The moment his feet touched the ground, it was like a weapon being unsheathed, resounding through the sky.
"clang~~"
In the sight of Ren Yinyang, Wei Huang, and the surrounding disciples who had been looking up at the sky, a ray of Dharma light flew in from the side of the cliff, rolled up a strong wind, and suppressed the forests in the mountains. Countless branches and leaves swirled in the wind and danced in the sky.
"How dare you act wildly at Canglan Mountain Gate!!"
There seemed to be a layer of red light in Ren Yinyang's eyes. The moment he cast the spell, he stepped on the bricks and stones, leaped up, and his robe sleeves fluttered. A deep green light suddenly lit up on the outstretched sword finger.
"Come down to me—"
The light blue with a tail of light came towards him, and the next second, Ren Yinyang suddenly felt a overwhelming sword intent sweeping over him. In a flash, his scalp tightened, and his sword fingers suddenly retracted. He fell down instinctively, and as his toes touched the ground, he flew out like lightning.
In the falling magic light, the tip of the sword touched the floor tiles, and there was an explosion with a loud bang. The light blue magic light instantly pushed out to the surroundings, and tiles were blown off the ground by the air waves and flew everywhere, making holes in the wall. People around used magic to block or dodge. The lanterns, doors and windows hanging on the wooden building broke one by one, and scattered all over the floor.
The smoke and dust slowly descended, and all the people from the Canglan Sword Sect who had been fleeing in panic and shouting loudly became silent. Only rocks and soil were left in the square over there, and a long sword was stuck there. The patterns engraved on the sword were still moving with a "clicking" sound, emitting bursts of white mist.
"This... This is a fairy sword, right?"
"It should be... better than our sect's Shenxiao... who has more sword power."
Ren Yinyang, who was pushed away in a panic, stumbled to his feet, looked at the long sword that was buzzing and shaking on the ground, and remembered that he almost collided with it just now, and his body could not help but tremble.
"This sword-wielding skill... is much better than that boy's."
"Who said wild just now?!"
Suddenly, a voice broke the silence. It came from far away at the mountain gate. Li Sui'an, who was on the execution platform, heard the voice and was surprised. He turned his head and shouted behind him, "Master!"
Wei Huang, Wei Lingyun and Ren Yinyang hurriedly looked in the direction of the mountain gate. The rustling of fallen leaves was heard running across the ground. A pair of auspicious cloud shoes kicked the hem of a robe embroidered with cloud patterns. A young man in a white robe and a black cloak walked slowly up the stone steps with his hands behind his back and came to this square.
Swords fell from the sky, and people entered the mountain gate. They used force first and courtesy later. Those who came did not come with good intentions.
Wei Huang patted his daughter's hand, walked forward and raised his hands to clasp: "Your Excellency has a high level of cultivation, but isn't it a bit of a bully?!"
Over there, Lu Liangsheng walked over as usual, and the Yuelong sword that was stuck in the ground flew up with a buzzing sound, with the tip of the sword pointing downwards, floating to one side with a shining magic light.
"I just said that this country teacher is here to pick us up!"
Lu Liangsheng shook out his wide sleeves, and the execution platform opposite him broke with a loud bang. The wooden stake on it flew upside down. Ren Yinyang raised his hand to grab it in the air, but when he heard the sound of the sword, he quickly withdrew his hand and looked back. The long sword that was pointing at him slowly dropped down again.
In mid-air, the wooden stakes were shattered and the iron chains broke one by one. The bound Li Suian had hands supporting his back and slowly descended to the ground.
"Master..." he called in a low voice.
"Well, the master is here."
Lu Liangsheng looked at him, who was covered in blood, especially the rune rivets sticking out of his shoulder blades. His cheeks suddenly swelled up. He raised his fingers to press on Sui An's back and made a strong stroke downwards.
puff!
puff!
There were two muffled sounds in succession, and two blood arrows shot out at the same time. The talisman fell not far away with a clang. Lu Liangsheng stopped the bleeding for him and raised his cold eyes from his apprentice.
"Who did it?"
Sui An weakly raised his hand and pointed at Ren Yin Yang over there: "Master, it's him!"
The sunlight was scorching, but it felt no warmth on Ren Yinyang's face. He swallowed, subconsciously took two steps back, and looked sideways at the sect's head brother and elders.
The latter didn't care what the people in the sect were like, but when outsiders attacked, they naturally had to unite. Wei Huang reached back and grabbed, and a magic sword with a golden sheath and jade handle flew into his hand from the wooden building.
Lu Liangsheng glanced at them, then slowly walked towards the uneasy figure. He raised one hand to grasp it and replied in a flat voice.
"This person stays, and the rest of you who are irrelevant leave!"
"presumptuous!"
Wei Huang shouted and grasped the hilt of the sword and was about to step forward, but was stopped by the elders on both sides. As elders, how could they let the leader take action easily? They both stepped forward with serious expressions.
Two steps later, Lu Liangsheng came over there, without even looking at them, and suddenly squeezed his clenched hands.
boom!
The ground broke open, and the earth and rocks rose into the sky like a giant's palm, carrying Ren Yinyang. As Lu Liangsheng clenched his hand into a fist, the other person was squeezed into his palm.
In the daylight, a scarlet liquid slowly flowed out from the cracks in the rocks.