"Wuling, you have a high skill. My Huangfu Yunqi is short of a move, and it can't help you. But someone can help you! You are just an inner disciple who doesn't even have a master, and my master is the second pavilion master. This grievance, he would never let go and just ignore it."
Feng Fuyi's expression changed drastically when he heard this. Although Huangfuyun was hateful, what he said was true. Wu Ling, him, and Xie Yuyan have no background in Huayu Pavilion, and their influence is simply not the same as that of the disciples of the second pavilion master. According to Huayu Pavilion's rules, only core disciples are qualified to apprentice teachers. This Huangfuyun is only an inner disciple, and he has climbed the high branch of the second pavilion master Hanshuangying. It can be seen that Hanshuangying also attaches great importance to him.
Should people with this background offend? Feng Fuer's heart couldn't help but beat a drum. In Huayu Pavilion, only a master can be regarded as a backer. However, because of the previous promise, Wu Ling will not worship anyone as a teacher within three years. Therefore, within three years, Wu Ling will rely on everything. Own. Even if Wu Ling had his Feng Fuer and Xie Yuyan by his side, that would be nothing but a drop in the bucket.
After weighing it repeatedly, Feng Fuji took a few steps forward, and whispered: "Brother Wuling, it's almost enough. People of the second pavilion master, we'd better not offend it now."
Although Feng Fuji's voice was low, it was still clearly heard by many people with ears and eyes. These inner disciples who watched the battle, the thoughts in their hearts, are not like Feng Fu'er.
Today, Huangfuyun has made a big ugly appearance in front of everyone, which has already made these people hooked. If Wu Ling went one step further and continued to humiliate, these people would truly feel incredible.
They thought that Wu Lingzong had a superb cultivation base and would definitely not dare to offend the second pavilion master Hanshuangying.
Hanshuangying was a god-like figure in Huayu Pavilion. Before that, Hanshuangying had practiced in retreat for more than ten years, and had always ignored educational affairs, and most of the things in Huaxianshan were handled by Yang Tian, the first true biography of his sect. However, even so, Hanshuangying's name cannot be ignored in Huayu Pavilion. Ten years ago, Hanshuangying was already a master at the chemical weapon realm. After more than ten years of cultivation, he didn't even know how high he was.
With such power and cultivation, as long as it is a normal person, he must not dare to offend it!
Unexpectedly, Wu Ling's answer was far beyond everyone's expectations. I saw him squinting and snorting: "So what, what I did today is in full compliance with the rules of the inner disciples of Huayu Pavilion. I abide by the rules in everything, and never do anything indiscriminately, the second pavilion master. If the blame comes down, I want to reason with him. I don’t believe that the second pavilion master of Huayu Pavilion will deceive others like you and behave like a tiger? Today, if you don’t mention the name of the second pavilion master, it’s fine. You mentioned the second pavilion master, which is simply a slander on his old man."
Between Wu Ling's words, he was aggressive, he accounted for a word of reason, and he was naturally fearless. Things have developed to this point, even if Wu Ling keeps a low profile and backs down, his heart does not allow him to do so.
"Today I defeated you. According to the rules, it is not an exaggeration to kill you, but I will not kill you, as long as your Yunchan sword!"
"Oops!" Huangfu Yun heard Wu Ling's words and vowed not to stop, knowing that Wu Ling would not get his Yunchan sword. Yun Chanjian was bestowed on him by Hanshuangying himself.
So he backed away quickly, but since Wu Ling had already said that he wanted to take his Yunchan Sword, how could he easily give up
Wu Ling just swaggered over and stretched out his flesh palm to grab the Yunchan sword in Huangfuyun's hand.
Huangfuyun knew that there was no way to escape, so he would advance instead of retreating. Wu Ling actually dared to grab Yun Chan Sword out of thin air with his flesh palm, because the opponent didn't know the power of Yun Chan Sword. The sharpness of Yun Chan's sword can not be overstated by blowing his hair. As for the physical body of the pinnacle powerhouse of the physical martial art realm, in front of Yun Chanjian, it can be regarded as fast tofu at best. The opponent is indeed hateful, but it also gave him a chance to make a final comeback.
This may be Huangfuyun's last chance to reverse the situation and earn a bit of face. Seeing Huangfu Yun's finger pointing to the void, this cloud cicada sword suddenly shook, and dozens of shadows bloomed, and it wrapped Wu Ling's whole body and fell down.
"Huh." There was a voice of astonishment in the crowd, and everyone did not expect that Huangfuyun, who was so downhearted, would have these other methods!
Flop!
The sword light of Yun Chan's sword fell on Wu Ling's body, but at this moment, Wu Ling only felt the Zhenwu Universe Mirror on his chest slightly shook.
The sword light actually submerged in the Zhenwu Universe Mirror, disappeared, and the outside was intact.
Originally, the longer the Zhenwu Universe Mirror followed Wu Ling, the more Wu Ling could integrate with it. Many incredible functions on the Zhenwu Universe Mirror were also discovered by Wu Ling one by one. Wu Ling knew that the Zhenwu Universe Mirror brought over from his previous life had incredible powers that could heal and save his life.
Now, as expected, he took away the opponent's Yunchan Sword.
"what!"
Huang Fuyun, who pierced the Yunchan sword, saw his sword fall onto Wu Ling's body, and it disappeared. His mind was repeatedly urged, but he didn't feel at all. It seemed like a stone sinking into the sea. This shock was not trivial.
The feeling he had just now was as if Yun Chan Sword was dragged away by Wu Ling's body. Even if the strength in his hand was increased, he could not keep Yun Chan Sword.
He is the deacon of the inner disciple. This cloud cicada sword is a treasure given by the second pavilion master Hanshuang Ying. It moves freely, dances in the sky, cuts up and down, and is all happy, thinking that it will deal with a small newcomer. It's not a question, but I didn't expect that not only could it not be dealt with, but the Yun Chan Sword that was regarded as life was taken away.
This is equivalent to cutting a piece of raw flesh off his body at once, and the heartache is bleeding quickly.
"I've missed it. I didn't think that Junior Brother Wu Ling also had a treasure soldier. It was just a misunderstanding. Please return the Yun Chan Sword to me."
Huangfuyun's eyes were cold, but his tone eased a lot.
Huangfuyun's low sigh was tantamount to bowing his head and admitting his mistake. It can be seen how important Yun Chanjian is to him.
"Do you want your Yunchan sword? When you can beat me, come and get it yourself!!" Wu Ling said coldly with a scheming.
After Wu Ling finished speaking, she twisted her body and wanted to drift away. He didn't mess around with anything, and didn't give Huang Fuyun a chance to answer, and he just disappeared.
What he wants is this kind of effect, deterrence, and maintain sufficient deterrence to prevent the other party from having any crooked thoughts.
Seeing Wu Ling calmly leaving from the back, Huangfuyun was stunned, and a sense of powerlessness surged deep in his heart, which was an unprecedented sense of frustration.