The fairy is fierce

On a cold winter night, the lights on the 100-mile long street in Tiehe Valley were bright, and strange people gathered there. There were also many psychic rare animals on the street, following their owners in and out of various occasions.

Zuo Lingquan, wearing a black robe and a sword hanging from his waist, stopped by the river and looked at some boats on the river.

Jiang Yi's waist and legs were sore, and while no one was paying attention, she used Zuo Lingquan as a support, hugged her chest and leaned on his shoulders, and said a little tiredly:

"What nine sects meeting, I thought it was so mysterious, it looks like a temple fair..."

The two came in the afternoon and strolled around the Tiehe Valley with great interest.

The Tiehe Valley stretches for nearly 100 miles, and most of the places are the footholds of major sects, and strangers are not allowed to approach; there are hundreds of sects that can be on the stage in the jurisdiction of the Nine Sects, and the density can be imagined. The only place to visit is a long street along the river leading directly to the gate of Tietou Mansion.

The purpose of the cultivators who can come to Tiehe Valley is to find a master or to choose a disciple.

Zuo Lingquan and Jiang Yi are the kind who are looking for a master. After asking around, they found that there is a poor way of practicing that requires self-recommendation. Most masters are not interested, and if they are accepted, they are most likely from the outer sect. If you want to truly worship under a good master, the master must take the initiative to find you and treat you as a rough jade.

This "good master" does not refer to a famous master, but a responsible master.

For example, Wu Zunyi went to Tiandi City reluctantly. There are too many outstanding peers, and his talent is likely to be buried. He was led by his outer sect brothers and started from sweeping the floor and fetching water. If he is unlucky, his life will be over.

Lei Hongliang discovered his talent and took him to a private practice cave like Leigong Mountain. Leigong Mountain is not as famous as Zhuoyan City, but Lei Hongliang is willing to teach and train his disciples with all his heart. For the disciples, the growth environment is much better than that of Tiandi City.

It's probably the same principle as "the head of a chicken and the tail of a phoenix". If the master doesn't treat you as a treasure, you will be a loser even if you join the Nine Sects. It's better to stay in a small sect for further study.

Based on this logic, the casual cultivators in Tiehe Valley all regard themselves as "thousand-mile horses". They wander around the streets and do all kinds of unfathomable behaviors, hoping to be looked at differently by the masters outside the world, and then create a legend of counterattack that is talked about with relish; only cultivators who really can't meet "Bo Le" will go to the places where the major sects recruit people to try their hands.

Zuo Lingquan naturally thinks he is a "thousand-mile horse", and Jiang Yi also thinks he is a pony. When the two of them first came, they also wandered around the streets like other casual cultivators, looking for any masters to shine and kneel down to ask for disciples.

As a result, the two of them walked around the streets for about ten miles from dusk to night. The only ones who looked at them differently were a few charming female cultivators who looked at Zuo Lingquan's face, probably meaning "Do you want to find a Taoist partner? Sister can save you ten years of hard work'.

With Jiang Yi in front of him, Zuo Lingquan naturally couldn't approach her and politely declined.

Jiang Yi was furious, but she didn't know the other party's skills, so she didn't dare to get angry. She could only pull her man away quickly.

Seeing that it was getting dark and still nothing was gained, Jiang Yi frowned and said:

"Do you think the masters on the street are blind? You are so powerful, and I am not bad in talent, but why didn't anyone come to talk to me. They should at least try it, what if we agree?"

Zuo Lingquan looked at the dark river and smiled:

"I am afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so I deliberately restrain my breath; I don't show much, and I can't see much from the aura. It's normal that no one comes."

Jiang Yi felt that it was not normal at all , she looked down at her beautiful red dress:

"That's not right, am I not pretty? Why are only old women looking at you, and no one looking at me? I saw those single beautiful female cultivators, followed by a bunch of bachelors exchanging polite greetings."

Zuo Lingquan was a little amused, raised his hand and hooked Jiang Yi's shoulder:

"You are walking in front of me, they can't see through my details, how dare they look at you. Besides, why is no one looking at you? Don't you find that those young female cultivators look at you with envy?"

Envy?

Jiang Yi blinked her almond eyes, stood up and separated from Zuo Lingquan, hummed:

"Envy is also envy of this palace's appearance, it has nothing to do with you."

"That's right." Zuo Lingquan turned and walked towards the street: "Let's go, we are tired after a day of shopping, find a place to stay first, and continue tomorrow."

Jiang Yi needs to sleep, and she is indeed a little sleepy after a busy day, but it seems a little wrong to go out and spend the night with Zuo Lingquan.

Jiang Yi looked in the direction outside the Iron River Valley and hesitated:

"Aren't you going home?"

"The capital is more than 400 miles away from here, and I can't fly, so how can I get back?"

Jiang Yi wanted to call the Queen Mother, but Shangguan Lingye must be busy now. If she took the public ferry to Linyuan Port, it would probably take an hour to go back and forth, and she would have to come back tomorrow. It was really troublesome.

Jiang Yi hesitated, but still walked in front of Zuo Lingquan:

"The Queen Mother didn't ask me to go back, so I don't have to help with the work tomorrow... Let's get two rooms later."

"There are many masters in Tiehe Valley, and it's not safe to live in two rooms."

"This is the main gate of Tiedu Mansion, and I'm the Princess of Dayan. I can call a bunch of court officials to come over with a wave of my hand. What's unsafe?"

Zuo Lingquan could visit in the middle of the night anyway, so he didn't say much and nodded:

"Then the princess can arrange it. I'm just worried that the princess will be scared alone."

"I'm scared if you live in the same room with me."

Jiang Yi muttered and quickened her pace.

For cultivators above the Spirit Valley Realm, even if they don’t sleep, it is impossible for them to wander around the streets for several months; there are many places to stay in Tiehe Valley. In addition to inns, there are also single-family houses with monthly rent and caves for cultivation with abundant spiritual energy.

Although Zuo Lingquan has earned a lot of immortal money, it only adds up to more than a hundred ‘golden thread coins’. He only wants to stay for one night, so he still chooses an inn with a slightly more affordable price.

However, Tiehe Valley is recruiting disciples, and there are too many young cultivators in the Qi Refining Realm. Most of the inns on the street are overcrowded. Even the tables in the lobby charge immortal money by seat. It is not easy to find a room, let alone two.

Jiang Yi took Zuo Lingquan to search on the street. After walking for two quarters of an hour, they did not find a suitable place to stay. Instead, they saw a large circle of cultivators on the street ahead.

Jiang Yi came to Tiehe Valley to watch the excitement. Seeing this scene, he naturally became excited and ran up to take a look.

But who among the cultivators who came to Tiehe Valley didn’t want to watch the excitement? The crowd was more than three layers high. Several cultivators at the outermost edge even stepped on flying swords and floated up to look around. There were probably hundreds of people gathered.

There were many true immortals in Youhuang and Yujie realms in Tiehe Valley. No one dared to fly above other people's heads, and the same was true for the roof. Jiang Yi couldn't see the situation inside the crowd even when she stood on tiptoe, so she could only worry.

Zuo Lingquan couldn't fly either, but as a boyfriend, there were always more solutions than problems. He pulled Jiang Yi to the pillars of the pavilion on the street, held Jiang Yi's waist with both hands, lifted her up directly, and sat her on his right shoulder.

"Eh?!"

There were dense crowds around, and Jiang Yi didn't feel comfortable doing such a thing. Her face suddenly turned red and she wanted to jump down.

But when she looked around, the crowd in front was looking forward, and there was a pillar behind her, so no one noticed her.

Zuo Lingquan's cheek was pressed against the fragrant and soft buttocks, and his sight was blocked by the crowd, so he couldn't see the situation between the crowd. He asked:

"What's going on inside?"

Jiang Yi's face turned red and he looked a little embarrassed. After realizing that no one was paying attention, he looked up at the crowd, but when he saw it, his brows furrowed...——

"Fellow Daoist, we were the first to discover this blood hibiscus, and we have already negotiated with the stall owner..."

"So what? I'll offer twice the price, but two times is not enough for four times. If you want to buy it, just pay more..."

The street was brightly lit, and hundreds of cultivators gathered on the street, watching the two groups of cultivators at the street stalls confronting each other.

It was common for quarrels to occur in the market because of natural materials and treasures. Passersby were not concerned and would probably not pay attention.

But at this time, there were many high-level cultivators from the Half-Step Youhuang level and above on the street, and even the stewards and shopkeepers of the shops on the street were standing at the window to look.

The reason was that the two quarreling parties had the waist badges of Yunshui Jiantan on one side and Jingluotai on the other.

Jingluotai and Yunshuijiantan are the only two "Sword Sects" among the Nine Sects. They are close to each other and compete for territory and natural treasures. There are often frictions. The relationship between neighbors is definitely not good.

The three disciples of Jingluotai had already paid for the blood lotus on the stall, but the people of Yunshuijiantan suddenly appeared and took the spiritual herbs from the stall, saying that they wanted the spiritual herbs and asked Jingluotai to buy them elsewhere.

This move is obviously an opportunity to find fault and suppress the opponent sect.

Jingluotai is also a wealthy sect among the Nine Sects. How could it be possible to give up? Under normal circumstances, they would draw their swords on the spot.

But the three disciples of Jingluotai have very low cultivation and are obviously weaker than their opponents. They do not have the strength to draw swords. In the public eye, giving up is embarrassing for the sect, and they cannot fight. For a while, they are in a dilemma.

Xu Zhining, a disciple of Jingluotai standing in front, faced Yunshuijiantan's specious arguments and aggressiveness, and spoke seriously without being humble or arrogant.

But the path of cultivation is a place where the strong are respected. Only those with strong fists can make sense and people will listen. No one cares about the weak.

She Yulong and Yao Heyu in the back had anger hidden in their eyes, but they could do nothing about it.

The three were all brothers and sisters from Qihuang Valley. After obtaining the quota in the Great Dan Dynasty, they were able to go to Jingluo Terrace and participate in the Nine Sects Alliance with the disciples of the Upper Sect.

As the top leaders of the Great Dan Dynasty, the three people's talents are not bad, but they are still too weak among the Nine Sects.

Among them, She Yulong, who has the best talent and the most perseverance, has only climbed to the half-step Linggu with the support of the Jingluo Terrace blessed land. The other two are at the eleventh level of Qi Refining.

Chen Yu, the leader of the other side, is the same age as the three and has reached the third level of Linggu. He can beat the three of them with one hand.

Xu Zhining finally got the opportunity to climb up. Knowing that he could not beat them, he took his junior brother to fight with the other side. Being injured delayed the selection of disciples by the Nine Sects. This life may be delayed. He must not draw his sword in a fit of anger.

But the three of them followed Jingluo Shangzong over here, hanging the sign of Jingluo Shangzong, and they were forcing him to buy and sell. If he left silently and was known by the master of Jingluo Shangzong, even if he was not punished, the good impression he had accumulated with great difficulty would be greatly reduced.

For this reason, Xu Zhining could only try his best to protect his own interests with words:

"Chen Daoyou, the rules of the market are that one hand is money and one hand is goods. I have already paid the money. This spiritual herb has already belonged to me. If you want to buy it, you can buy it from me. How can you negotiate the price with the original seller?"

Chen Yu of Yunshui Sword Pond, who looked about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, was not arrogant, but his words were unreasonable:

"This is not the immortal market, and the goods have not yet been delivered to you. Buying things should be the highest price wins. I offer double the price. He is willing to sell and I am willing to buy. If you don't agree, you can raise the price.

The stall owner was just a small casual cultivator, caught between the disciples of the nine sects. He didn't dare to interrupt, so he just stood aside and watched.

Xu Zhining knew that if he increased the price, the other party would definitely not want it, so he deliberately let Jing Tai suffer a loss in full view of the public. But he had already finished what he could say, so he could only insist on the rules of the market and argue over and over again.

Yao and Yu were the lowest cultivators. Seeing more and more people watching, they were secretly anxious. The commander of the three of them is Lin Yang, the deacon of the inner gate of Jingtai. When faced with this unsolvable situation, he can only pick up his badge and want to notify his elders to come and deal with it.

The two disciples behind Chen Yu saw this scene and immediately said:

"What? You can't be reasonable. Are you going to cry with the teacher and let him make the decision for you? You want to buy something but don't want to bid, so you just rely on the power of the sect to buy and sell. Are you surprised that this is all you have?"

Yao Heyu froze and gritted his teeth, but he couldn't reply and scolded him.

She Yulong was calmer than the two senior brothers and had the highest level of cultivation. Faced with this unsolvable situation, he thought for a while and simply explained:

"We are disciples of Zongqihuang Valley under the Jing Terrace, and our cultivation is indeed not as good as that of several fellow Taoists from Yunshui Jiantan; but if Fellow Taoist Chen relies on the power of the sect to make excuses, we will not give in, and I will accompany you if there is a fight."

This sentence is equivalent to taking out the Jingtao to avoid embarrassing the upper sect; by the way, it also reminds Chen Yu that the upper sect suppresses the opponent's lower sect, and it will lose face even if it wins.

When the monks onlookers heard this, they finally understood why these three disciples were so bad.

Chen Yu also frowned slightly and turned his head to look at his fellow apprentices:

"Is there a lower sect like Qihuang Valley in Jing Terrace?"

Among the casual cultivators watching, some came from the south and said:

"It seems to be the newly opened sect of Jingtai Terrace this year. It is in the mountain valley of Nanhuang. I heard that the sect leader is the second level of Linggu. These three people are probably the ones given by Jingtai Terrace."

"No wonder……"

Chen Yu showed a look of surprise.

The Nine Sects Alliance was originally a place for sects to compete secretly. Provoking other sect disciples to fight each other was something the master tacitly approved of. If you win, you will be praised by the master.

But provoking a weak sect whose strength is not matched obviously cannot give the sect face.

After Chen Yu glanced at the three of them, there was no need to continue to pester him, but he taught like an elder:

"I am from Liuyun Mountain and a descendant of the lower sect, but I am indeed more orthodox than the sect like Qihuang Valley who came out of nowhere. I will let you do it once today. However, I still have to remind you that you don't have that ability. , just don’t hang around with a sign like "Jingtai Terrace". If you meet a reasonable person like me, you will still show courtesy to the small sect; if you meet those with bad tempers in Tiedong Mansion, all the beatings you get will be in vain."

Xu Zhining secretly gritted his teeth, but it was a fact that the sect was not as good as the other party. As long as the shock was not embarrassing and the matter could be over, the three of them could only endure their anger.

After Chen Yu finished speaking, he really lost interest in provocation. He threw the 'Blood Hibiscus' in his hand to the ground, turned around and left.

Xu Zhining originally stretched out his hand to take it, but when he saw this scene, his movements froze slightly, and veins suddenly popped up on his forehead.

She Yulong and Yao Heyu's eyes also turned cold.

Chen Yu had already turned around and realized there was murderous intent behind his back. He turned around again with an unexpected look in his eyes:

"My temper is quite strong. I've given it up to you. What else do you want?"

Xu Zhining is the senior brother respected by everyone in Qihuang Valley. He has an elegant and kind personality, but that does not mean he has no temper. He looked at Chen Yu coldly and said nothing.

When the many monks who were watching saw this, they quickly retreated in a large circle, leaving space for both parties.

A few casual cultivators saw that the momentum was not right and said:

"Forget it, cultivation is not easy. It is not easy for a small family to get here. There is no need to stir up trouble just for one breath."

Yao Heyu had a rather irritable personality. When he saw his elder brother preparing to take action, he touched the hilt of the sword.

She Yulong was relatively calm at this time. He took a gentle breath, held down his senior brother's hand, and leaned over to pick up the spiritual grass on the ground.

With She Yulong's cold-blooded and tolerant character, the price of this humiliating concession may be the destruction of Yunfu Mountain's entire family in the future.

Chen Yu seemed to feel the difference between She Yulong and the other two. He raised his foot and stepped on the blood lotus directly, staring at She Yulong's face:

"I'm asking you what else you want, I'm not asking you to pick up things."

The onlookers frowned when they saw this move, but the Nine Sects were too powerful to allow them to act as peacemakers.

Xu Zhining's face turned red. Seeing his junior brother being humiliated, he was about to draw his sword.

But what surprised everyone was that She Yulong raised his hand slightly to signal his senior brother not to be impulsive, and said in a calm tone:

"I offended you, please forgive me."

After finishing speaking, in full view of everyone, he continued to lean over to pick up the stepped spiritual grass.

This forbearance was far beyond the tolerance of ordinary people, and the elders who were watching were shocked.

Chen Yu also frowned secretly. Just now he just wanted to find someone to fight, but now he felt that he could not keep this boy, at least he must be beaten to a disability, otherwise he would be in big trouble in the future.

Thinking of this, Chen Yu said angrily:

"I'm not asking you to pick up things."

As he said that, he wanted to raise his foot and kick She Yulong's heart gate.

But before Chen Yu even raised his feet, he found a jet black scabbard blocking She Yulong from picking up something.

She Yulong turned his head and looked, and there was someone standing next to him. He was wearing a black robe, his face was as cold as frost, and his waistband was hanging from Qihuang Valley.

"Junior Brother Zuo?"

Xu Zhining was about to draw his sword when he saw someone intervene. He thought it was the master of Jingluolu who had not seen him for half a year.

She Yulong was familiar with Zuo Lingquan and had a little understanding of Zuo Lingquan's strength. He stood up without saying anything and retreated to the back.

Chen Yu stopped and frowned at the young man who suddenly walked out of the crowd. He looked at most eighteen or nineteen years old, much younger than the other three. He was wearing a waist badge of an unknown wild chicken sect. He didn't look like a tough guy, but his eyes were very sharp.

As sharp as two swords.

Chen Yu stood up a little straighter under his gaze and said coldly:

"Are you with them?"

Zuo Lingquan stood in front of Chen Yu with a long sword in hand and said calmly:

"Pick up the things."

As soon as Zuo Lingquan appeared, the monks on the street quieted down because they noticed that the new young man in black had a good momentum.

Chen Yu also felt something, but in Tiehe Valley, no matter how powerful the background is, it is nothing more than the Nine Sects. Behind him is Yunshui Sword Pond. No matter how strong the opponent is, he has no reason to be afraid. He raised his hand to the hilt of the sword at his waist:

"What did you say?"

Clang

A cold light flashed on the long street, bringing a shrill sword sound.

The few Youhuang monks who were watching noticed something was wrong and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Chen Yu's hair stood on end. He didn't see how the opponent attacked at all. He wanted to draw his sword, but found that the sword he had practiced for decades could not be unsheathed.

Looking sideways, he found that blood was gushing out of his right shoulder, and his entire arm had flown out and landed on the bluestone long street.

"Ah"

"How dare you..."

The sound of exclamations and gasps spread around in an instant.

Several disciples of Yunshui Sword Pond did not expect the opponent to attack so quickly. They all stepped back two steps and were stunned on the spot.

Chen Yu cried out in pain, holding his right shoulder with a distorted expression, and said angrily:

"You..."

"I told you to pick it up."

Zuo Lingquan pointed his long sword at the ground, blood beads rolled down the sword tip, and there was no concealment of murderous intent in his eyes.

Chen Yu was about to say something, but was frightened back by this look, and the veins on his forehead bulged. After just a moment of staring at each other, he took the lead in giving in and picked up the spiritual herbs on the ground with his only remaining left hand.

Crack

But as soon as the hand stretched out, the sword tip passed again, and a bloody arm fell to the ground again.

This move not only shocked Chen Yu and the onlookers, but also Xu Zhining and others, and they hurried forward to hold Zuo Lingquan.

"Ah"

There was only a scream on the street, and Chen Yu lost his balance and fell to the ground. He stared at Zuo Lingquan with anger in fear, his face twisted, and it was almost impossible to see his original appearance.

Zuo Lingquan raised his hand to signal the three brothers to step back, and pointed his sword at Chen Yu:

"Did I ask you to pick it up with your hands? I'll give you one last chance."

Chen Yu's shoulders were bleeding, and he sat on the ground and glared at Zuo Lingquan. Several companions held the hilts of their swords and were furious, but they didn't dare to speak.

The crowd of onlookers saw Zuo Lingquan being so aggressive and obviously felt that he had gone too far, but they were not qualified to be peacemakers when the disciples of the Nine Sects were fighting.

Chen Yu lost both arms and could only pick up the spiritual herbs on the ground with his mouth. How could he bear such a great humiliation? He roared:

"Kill me if you have the guts today!"

Zuo Lingquan raised his hand and slashed Chen Yu's neck with a sword, without any hesitation.

"Stop!"

"Wait a minute..."

The crowd of onlookers went crazy.

If the arm is cut off, it can be reattached, but if the head is cut off, it is difficult for even gods to save it.

It was common for disciples to fight in Tiehe Valley, but killing someone was beyond the line. Several Youhuang monks quickly raised their hands to stop them. Even in the inn far away on the street, several streams of light floated out and locked Zuo Lingquan's sword.

Zuo Lingquan's sword suddenly paused, unable to move forward, and raised his hand again, slapping Chen Yu in the face.

Chen Yu had been relying on anger to maintain his momentum, thinking that the other party would not dare to kill him, so he shouted that sentence; when the sword really came over, he was so frightened that his soul flew away, and he sobered up a little on the spot, and hurriedly said:

"Stop!"

Zuo Lingquan's palm was locked by an unknown master, but his eyes were still fixed on Chen Yu.

Chen Yu had been through a life-and-death crisis, and was already scared out of his wits. He hurriedly lay on the ground, bit the crushed spiritual grass in his mouth, and then stood up and looked at Zuo Lingquan, but did not dare to show a provocative look.

The killing intent in Zuo Lingquan's eyes was restrained, and he stood up straight, took the spiritual herbs and threw them to Xu Zhining and others behind him.

Xu Zhining and others did not leave, but waited in place.

Chen Yu stood up forcefully, and had no intention of leaving. He let his shoulders bleed and stared at the broken arm on the ground.

The street fell into a dead silence. The onlookers looked at Zuo Lingquan standing with a sword, and they were secretly shocked. After all, this was the occasion of the Nine Sects' Alliance. It was the first time to see a disciple from a lower sect dare to be so arrogant.

However, this strength does have the capital to be arrogant.

Soon, someone flew a sword from a distance on the street and landed among the crowd.

Chen Yu saw the person coming and could no longer hold back. He roared in grief and anger:

"Master, you have to make the decision for me! This kid took the lead in cutting off my arms..."

There were two people coming, one was Lin Yang, the leader of Jingluotai, and the other was Li Baoyi, the deacon of Yunshuijiantan.

Lin Yang heard that the three brats from Qihuang Valley had started a fight with someone, and felt that they would definitely lose. When he hurried over, he was still thinking about how to maintain the face of the sect.

Flying the sword, he saw a man with both arms broken from a distance. Lin Yang was shocked and angry, thinking that Yunshui Jiantan had done such a cruel thing. He didn't have time to look closely, and flew to Chen Yu, supported Chen Yu, and said angrily:

"You are so brave...eh?"

When Lin Yang saw Chen Yu's face, he obviously didn't remember which of his disciples it was.

Chen Yu turned around and saw an unfamiliar face, and was stunned for a moment, a little confused.

Seeing the teacher approaching, Xu Zhining secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly:

"Uncle Lin!"

Lin Yang lowered his head and looked at the sign, only to realize that he had helped the wrong person and hurriedly let go.

Li Baoyi took a step slower and realized that the one who was chopped was a disciple of his family. His eyes were filled with astonishment. He supported Chen Yu and said angrily:

"You are so brave, how can you be so heavy-handed in a sparring match? Lin Yang, is this the disciple you brought?"

Although Lin Yang couldn't figure out the situation, he had won the battle, so there was nothing to say. He stood with his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice:

"Swords have no eyes. If you dare to draw the sword, you must understand the consequences. It didn't hurt your life. I have saved face for you Yunshui Jiantan."

With the support of his commander, Chen Yu didn't have to worry about being beaten to death. His momentum increased again. He endured the severe pain of his broken arm and gestured to the hilt of the sword on his waist:

"Uncle Master, I didn't draw my sword, he was the one who hurt someone for no reason!"

?

Lin Yang was stunned and glanced at Chen Yu's sword hilt, feeling that something was not right. Fortunately, Zuo Lingquan quickly spoke:

"You can't draw the sword, it's not that you haven't drawn the sword."

Xu Zhining quickly leaned into Lin Yang's ear and told him about Chen Yu's aggressive behavior and Zuo Lingquan's identity.

After hearing the general story, Lin Yang glanced at Zuo Lingquan in surprise, and then said:

"You dare to challenge me even if you can't even pull out the sword, and you still don't admit your defeat. How do you, Yunshui Jiantan, have this much courage?"

Li Baoyi also heard what happened from his disciples, and his eyes were full of disbelief. After all, Chen Yulinggu, the third level, was already the leader among his disciples. He had two arms removed without even drawing his sword, and he was facing Qing Kui who was shocked on the terrace?

Li Baoyi glanced at Zuo Lingquan, and finally locked his eyes on Zuo Lingquan's sword, and his eyes suddenly focused:

"Mo Yuan? Are you Jian Wuyi?"

As soon as these words came out, the onlookers were stunned for a moment.

Lin Yang also unexpectedly turned his head and looked at Zuo Lingquan's sword.

Zuo Lingquan noticed something was wrong, and it was too late to wrap up his sword, so he could only say in a deep voice:

"How is it?"

Seeing Zuo Lingquan admitting, there was an uproar in the street:

"No wonder, I just said that such a powerful swordsman appeared out of nowhere..."

"Who is Jian Wuyi?"

"You haven't heard of this? Jian Wuyi, the swordsman of Nanhuang, was the first person among the three heroes of Central Continent. He single-handedly destroyed Qingyun City and threw the heads of the red-haired old immortal and his son at the banquet. He was famous for his ruthless actions. Cruel..."

"Then I'm keeping my hand today..."

Li Baoyi confirmed that the other party was 'Jian Wuwu', his face turned cold, and he glanced at Zuo Lingquan:

"The Zhang family is a disciple of my Yunshui Jiantan Chushan. You have expelled the Zhang family from Qingyun City and still have the guts to come here and hurt my sect disciples?"

Lin Yang found out that 'Jian Wuyi' had something to do with his family, so he naturally stood by Zuo Lingquan for such a shameless matter. He opened his mouth and said:

"Zhang Jiaming gave the sword to his face, killed people and took the sword behind his back, and did such scandalous things. How dare you say that he was a disciple taught by you, Yunshui Jiantan? Is it possible that you, a disciple taught by Yunshui Jiantan, did such dirty things? "

Li Baoyi said coldly: "If a disciple makes a mistake, it is up to the elders of the sect to decide whether to kill him or not. If he kills someone who kills me, Yunshui Jiantan, I, Yunshui Jiantan, will have to ask for an explanation."

Lin Yang simply moved out of the way and raised his hand to signal:

"A swordsman speaks with his sword. If Fellow Daoist Li wants to ask for an explanation, just draw his sword."

Zuo Lingquan had already formed a relationship with Yunshui Jiantan and had no intention of being cowardly. He raised his long sword horizontally to signal.

This action is a duel between swordsmen and swordsmen, with the intention of letting the other side take the lead. It is a pure provocation.

However, Li Baoyi is the leader of the team. He puts aside his seniority and challenges his juniors. If he wins, it won't look good. If he loses, he will be killed. How can he accept the challenge?

Seeing that there were many monks watching and talking incessantly, Li Baoyi knew that there was no point in arguing with each other, so he said:

"If you have the courage, I'll see you at the Sword Worship Platform at noon tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Zuo Lingquan did not wait for Zuo Lingquan to accept the challenge, and walked away with Chen Yu and others...——

I'll take a day off tonight and update tomorrow night. Otherwise, no matter how much I write, I won't be able to keep up with the progress. I'll have to get up to code and won't be able to catch up with the update time.