City Primordial Witch King

Chapter 710
"That's right! Our senior brothers and sisters are all working hard to cultivate hard. It's not like you are idle all day long. Staying on the island is a waste of spiritual energy. It's better to get out early!"

"Waste of spiritual energy, get out!"

"A sect that doesn't even have a Golden Core Realm, still has the face to speak out against us?"

"That's right, Xuantianguan doesn't have a single disciple of the Golden Core Realm, so I don't know where your cultivation has gone?"

"I'm afraid I haven't been dreaming all day, I have cultivated to the cloud level in my dream!"

"Hahaha……"

A group of Yunmeng Pavilion disciples chattered, each pointing at each other's weaknesses, especially Xuantian Temple was ridiculed even worse, after all, they didn't have a single Gold Core disciple, so it's normal to be looked down upon .

Even the disciples of the Changshengtang were not very happy. Before, they mocked the Yunmeng Pavilion disciples for their low level of cultivation, which was a waste of spiritual energy on the island. Now others ridiculed them back, saying that they are idle all day long and do not think about making progress, which is also a waste of spiritual energy.

For a while, the disciples of the other two sects were very angry, and what's more, they started to scold each other. Starting from the cultivation base, they gradually rose to attacking the body, and finally even the most classic national scolding appeared.

A group of cultivators scolding each other's family members and relatives is indeed a bit funny, and many of them have run away from home. They have lived in the realm of cultivation for decades and have no relatives at home.

After being greeted a few times by others, he suddenly became furious and started to fight.

"Say one more thing if you have the ability!" One of the disciples of Changshengtang has already called out the magic weapon flying sword in his hand, and the shining flying sword pointed directly at another disciple of Yunmeng Pavilion, and the tip of the sword was not far in front of the opponent's throat. As long as he wants, he can stab the opponent's throat with a sword at any time.

This scene was very similar to the situation that happened to Yunxi and Mo Qiushi not long ago. All the disciples felt that they were in serious trouble when they saw it. Their scalps were numb, and they dared not say a word, for fear that they would accidentally let that Yunmeng The heads of the disciples of the pavilion moved.

However, that Yunmeng Pavilion disciple was also stubborn, and when someone held a flying sword against his throat, he didn't seem to bow his head at all, and replied very stubbornly: "So what if you say one more thing? Could it be that you still dare?" kill me?"

"Then tell me!" The Changshengtang disciple was already dazzled by anger, and when he saw that the other party dared to fight back, he immediately replied.

"Just say it, I'm afraid of you!"

"Then you said it!"

"So what if I tell you?"

"Say it and I'll kill you!"

"Come here if you have the ability!"

"Then say it!"

…………

The more the two quarreled, the more vigorous they were, the needle pointed at the wheat awn, they refused to give in to each other, and they didn't mean to back down at all.

But that Yunmeng Pavilion disciple was quite clever, and he didn't swear any more. He just quarreled fiercely, and didn't really dare to provoke the other party to take his own life.

However, at this moment, someone among the disciples of Xuantian Temple suddenly shouted: "Kill him and avenge Brother Mo Qiushi!"

Hearing this sentence, the Changshengtang disciple instantly turned red-eyed, because he happened to be under Elder Tong's sect, and Mo Qiushi was his senior brother.

A murderous aura came from the tip of the sword, and the Yunmeng Pavilion disciple named Xiao suddenly realized something was wrong, and when he looked over, he only saw a pair of red eyes.

"No...!" Before he finished speaking, the tip of the sword stabbed forward, piercing his throat very easily, blocking all the remaining words in his throat, and never had a chance to say it again.

"Junior Brother Liu!"

"Murder!"

"Help, a disciple of Changsheng Hall killed someone."

The disciples of Yunmeng Pavilion were in a mess, one by one shouting for help, and ran out desperately, fearing that if they ran too slowly, they would be caught up and silenced.

These Yunmeng Pavilion disciples all have self-knowledge. They only have cultivations in the Qi-refining and God-refining realms, and they are no match for the opponent's soul-refining disciples. It is not rational behavior to stay behind to reason and confront. Only by escaping early can they survive. a life.

Seeing the group of low-level disciples in Yunmeng Pavilion jumping around and running away one by one, the disciple of Changsheng Hall who killed people laughed triumphantly, pointed at the group of people and cursed: "Cowards, trash!"

Behind him, the rest of the Changshengtang disciples were also very happy, and they were all excited, as if they were the ones who avenged Mo Qiushi.

From their point of view, these low-level disciples of Yunmeng Pavilion deserved to die. To die under the sword of Changshengtang and avenge Mo Qiushi was a well-deserved death.

The disciple of Xuantian Temple who mentioned revenge had long been far away, and when everyone was not paying attention, he quickly slipped away with oil on his feet.

Xuantianguan is the best at provoking conflicts. Whether it is an elder or a disciple, they are masters from top to bottom, just like Elder Liu who was the referee before, with just a few words, made Yunmeng Pavilion and Changsheng Tang forged a deep hatred, and now this disciple has also won the true biography, and one sentence has provoked enough contradictions.

Just when those Changshengtang disciples were complacent and felt that they had avenged Mo Qiushi, suddenly another Yunmeng Pavilion disciple passed by here and saw the Yunmeng Pavilion disciples fleeing in all directions.

He immediately gathered his disciples together, and under the leadership of that group of people, they came to the martial arts arena in a mighty manner.

"Who dares to commit murder here?" Yun Zheng asked loudly as soon as he arrived at the martial arts arena.

"It's him!" A Yunmeng Pavilion disciple at the Qi Refining Realm stretched out a hand, and pointed at a Changsheng Hall disciple standing in the center of the field.

"Yes, he killed Junior Brother Liu." The rest of the disciples agreed one after another, and more than a dozen hands pointed at that disciple at once.

"You are the one who committed the crime here?" Yun Zheng stared at the disciple with piercing eyes. Once the other party showed signs of fleeing or resisting, he would immediately capture him.

"It's me, so what?" The disciple of the Changsheng Hall who was in the Soul Refining Realm held his head high, and admitted the murder without hesitation.

In his view, even if he kills a few low-level disciples of Yunmeng Pavilion, the other party will not dare to do anything to him. After all, he is an inner disciple of Changshengtang, even if he only has the cultivation base of the soul refinement state, he is still unstoppable. The power of neglect.

But he forgot one thing after all, the other party was not at the Soul Refining Realm like him, but at the Golden Core Realm that had just been promoted not long ago.

What's more, Yun Zheng had already received Lu Yuqing's instructions and was planning to find a reason to make trouble with Changshengtang. He didn't expect that he would run into him so soon, and he was completely in his own way.

"Hmph! How is it?" Yun Zheng looked at the other party coldly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person, and then forced a voice through his teeth.

"In the law of Yunmeng Pavilion: the murderer shall pay with his life!"

(End of this chapter)