I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 215 Am I Good Enough?
"Say, what the hell is going on!" Wu Juezi asked angrily, flicking his sleeves.

"There's nothing to say. If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you." The old god Zhang Qiankun was there, watching his nose and his heart, standing there upright, assuming a posture of hob meat.

Wu Juezi was so angry that he almost gnawed his steel teeth into pieces. To be honest, he really wanted to order this guy's spirit bones to be taken away, his cultivation base abolished, and he was thrown to the back mountain to feed the monsters.

But he dare not.

Zhang Qiankun has many followers in Xiaoyao Pavilion, if he really wants to move him, Xiaoyao Pavilion will be messed up before the Banished Immortal Valley attacks.

"What do you say!" Wu Juezi sat down on the throne, panting heavily.

"Kill." Zhang Qiankun said coldly.

"Kill who?" Wu Juezi's eyes were red.

"Wang Yuchuan."

As soon as Zhang Qiankun finished speaking, the eldest disciple of Wu Juezi came over with a sullen face, and stood in two positions of Zhang Qiankun: "Report to Master, the envoy of Qingwei Taoist, the master of the Banished Immortal Valley, sent an invitation."

As he spoke, the eldest disciple took out an invitation card from his pocket and presented it with both hands.

"Bring it here." Wu Juezi roared angrily.

- Tomorrow at noon, we will go to the top of Huashan Mountain to have a talk. See you there.

Wu Juezi narrowed his eyes, closed the invitation suddenly, and slapped heavily on the table in front of him as if venting.

Where is the top of Huashan Mountain?When we went to Mount Hua, we would either go to war or negotiate peace. In this situation, peace talks are impossible. It seems that Qingwei is going to be serious.

Wu Juezi's eyes fell on Zhang Qiankun, and a meaningful smile slowly appeared on his face.

Now that Zhang Qiankun is at the tail end of Xiaoyao Pavilion, he just took advantage of the opportunity of the big battle to eradicate some of his party members. As the saying goes, if you can't break it, you can't stand it. This big battle came at the right time.

Wu Juezi calmed down, and threw the invitation into Zhang Qiankun's hands. Zhang Qiankun opened the invitation, and he read a short line of words for 5 minutes.

"Pavilion Master, what do you mean?" He raised his head and asked tentatively.

"The Immortal Valley crawled up to shit on top of us, why? Are you going to eat all their shit with your mouth open?"

The words were rough and reasonable, Zhang Qiankun swallowed dryly, his mind was a little confused, he could tell at a glance that Wu Juezi planned to use the hand of Banxiangu to cut his power.

This is a blatant conspiracy. He has to jump into this pit, and he has to jump if he doesn't jump.

"Okay, then follow what the Pavilion Master said." Zhang Qiankun forced a smile: "Then fight!"

After Great Elder Zhang Qiankun came out of the main hall, the entire Xiaoyao Pavilion was shrouded in a tense and depressing pre-war atmosphere.

On the other hand, in the Banished Immortal Valley, everyone is passionate, waiting to go to the battlefield.

Taoist Qingwei took Wang Yuchuan to a hotel near the Huashan scenic spot overnight, and served him personally. He was accompanied by ten heavyweight elders and a group of inner disciples.

Tomorrow, according to the usual practice, only war letters will be issued, and no war will be launched, but with Wang Yuchuan as a big killer, Taoist Qingwei is going to kill them by surprise.

On the other side, the army in the Immortal Exiled Valley has been assembled. The formation master started the teleportation array overnight, calibrated the teleportation position, and checked whether the array disk was functioning normally.

Although Xiaoyao Pavilion is also making preparations, compared to Banished Immortal Valley, their so-called pre-war preparations seem loose, as if the strings haven't been stretched yet.

Tomorrow morning, the sky will be bright white.

After a good sleep, Wang Yuchuan walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the curtains. The bright golden morning light rushed towards him. Wang Yuchuan stretched his waist and had a confident and strategic smile on his face.

He had already contacted Song Lao last night, and Song Lao sent an elite team under him to lurk near the main altar of Xiaoyao Pavilion, just waiting for the outbreak of the war.

Everything is ready and only owes Dongfeng, Wang Yuchuan is already a little impatient.

At this time, Taoist Qingwei bowed to pay his respects, Wang Yuchuan turned around and waved his hand: "Let's go!"

Wang Yuchuan swaggered among the elders, even the one with the hottest temper was extremely obedient in front of him, and the inner disciples accompanying him were all secretly speculating about Wang Yuchuan's identity.

When everyone came to the top of Mount Hua, Wang Yuchuan kept a low profile. He put on a big hood and hid all his facial features in the shadows, only showing his chin.

Taoist Qingwei led the crowd to sit on the ground, and Wang Yuchuan sat on his left, with his head lowered, as silent as a follower.

They waited for no more than two hours.

Wu Juezi came with a group of elders, of course, Zhang Qiankun was also among them.

The two camps sat facing each other, and the area between them was like the Chu River and Han Border. Taoist Qingwei quietly opened his eyes, staring straight at Wu Juezi, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Don't come here, fellow Taoist Wu Juezi. It's been a long time since I've seen you, but you've become more and more relaxed."

"Thanks to you." Wu Juezi said coldly: "You spread my Xiaoyao Pavilion's top skill "Damengjue" all over the world, making it a marketable commodity. It would be disgraceful for you to do so."

"Since Fellow Daoist Wu Juezi cares so much about respectability, brother Yu can promise you to ask brother virtuous to walk more decently."

"Speak wild words!" Wu Juezi rushed to the top of his head with a groan of anger in his heart: "It's not certain who will win the deer."

"Hey, it's better to kill yourself earlier than to do any unnecessary struggle."

The person who said this was not Taoist Qingwei, but Wang Yuchuan. Wu Juezi couldn't hold back his anger immediately, and snapped, "What are you? Do you have a place to interrupt the conversation here?"

Taoist Qingwei didn't speak, and waited to see Wu Juezi's joke with a stomach full of bad water.

Wang Yuchuan Shi Shiran stood up and walked between them.

Zhang Qiankun froze for a moment, and his eyes fell on him involuntarily.

Why is this person so familiar?

Zhang Qiankun took a deep breath, with a pensive expression on his face.

"Zhang Qiankun, you didn't expect to meet me on such an occasion, did you?" Wang Yuchuan took off his hood and looked at Zhang Qiankun in the crowd with a mocking smile.

It is said that the enemy is extremely jealous when they meet, Zhang Qiankun almost couldn't resist killing him at that time.

Wang Yuchuan's eyes fell on Wu Juezi: "The "Da Meng Jue" was handed down from my hands. In addition, I also copied most of your Xiaoyao Pavilion's exercises and handed them over to the Banished Immortal Gu, how should I put it? I should be qualified to intervene if I did such a thing, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of all the elders in Xiaoyao Pavilion changed in an uproar.

"So it was you!" Wu Juezi suddenly found the culprit, and the surging hatred in his heart suddenly had an outlet to vent.

Wu Juezi suddenly appeared in front of him, raised his hand and slapped it according to Wang Yuchuan's Tianling cover.

From the beginning to the end, Wang Yuchuan's expression was calm and composed, as if Wu Juezi did not exist. The group of inner disciples sitting behind him couldn't bear to look down, and they instinctively covered their eyes.

(End of this chapter)