Yu Pao slowly walked over, raised his hand and cupped it towards the Qinggang Sect crowd, seriously asking, "Wuwei Peak Yu Pao greets fellow Daoists of the Qinggang Sect. There’s sothing I don’t understand, may I ask what inappropriate thing Sun Wufeng has done?"
Actually, what could have happened? The rivalry between the two sects isn’t just a day-old affair. Sun Wufeng has hard several Qinggang Disciples, and when one’s cultivation was low, there were battles; when it was high, it was about standing up for younger disciples.
Yu Pao wasn’t afraid to fight; he primarily wanted to understand what exactly had happened to decide how today’s battle should be fought and to what horrific extent.
So after listening to the charges announced by the other party, he rely smiled slightly, "It’s nothing but trivial matters, and you want to arrest the Peak Master of my Taiqing Tianyao Peak? Is there no other reason?"
"Small matters ignored always lead to great disasters," a robust and burly man walked over, it was King Liang Tian of Qinggang. He glanced sideways at Yu Pao, "So it’s the Wuwei Peak Master’s representative. Did you bring the Golden Core Talisman?"
No choice, people from the two sects were really familiar with each other, even the likes of An Yuhong, a rookie at the Beginner Stage, could be recognized.
"I brought the Talisman," Yu Pao nodded honestly, "And not just bringing the Talisman, Junior Sister Kong?"
Kong Ziyi’s dwelling was originally next to Feng Jun, but the Taiqing Sect’s premises were ten miles away, so she moved her dwelling to be in-between, making it convenient to reach either side.
Huang Fu Wuxia upon seeing the situation, also moved his dwelling next to hers, with Bai Luan and other Crimson Phoenix Sect disciples renting inside.
Once sothing happened here, Kong Ziyi arrived in monts; hearing the call, she stepped forward to salute, saying indifferently, "Kong Ziyi of Zixia Peak!"
"Oh," King Liang Tian felt a bit surprised, glanced at her, and asked, "I’ve heard that you’ve been representing Zixia Peak recently, is it true?"
"True," Kong Ziyi nodded, spoke with a blank expression, "Senior Brother Sun isn’t here; how shall the fight proceed? Let’s set the terms!"
At this mont, shadows flickered again, it was Bai Luan bringing two cultivators, arriving together with Huang Fu Wuxia.
"Greetings Bai Luan Daoist," King Liang Tian nodded slightly, "This is a matter of resentnt between our families, Daoist can quietly observe."
What could Bai Luan say? Both Taiqing and Qinggang have relatively well-off relations with Crimson Phoenix, but these two families are born enemies.
She could only sigh, "If your families primarily spar, I’ll refrain from taking sides, but if it’s a lee, should the master of this place wish to expel you, I’ll have no choice but to comply."
"The master of this place?" King Liang Tian turned his head to think for a mont, nodded slowly, "Since that’s the case and Sun Wufeng isn’t here, there’s no need for an intense confrontation... Who else is a disciple of Tianyao Peak?"
An Yuhong stepped forward, speaking fiercely, "It’s . Speak quickly or fart quickly."
"Such flamboyant personality," King Liang Tian smirked, unintentionally, then lifted his chin, "Well, it’s her. Take her away, let Sun Wufeng co to Mingsha Fang Market for soone."
"Don’t even think about it," soone else snorted coldly. It was Xie Qingyun who stood forward, speaking expressionlessly, "Co, life-and-death battle or lee?"
He estimated that the other party wouldn’t choose a lee, otherwise if it attracted Feng Jun’s intervention, even Crimson Phoenix or Tiantong might take action—Bai Luan already made a preemptive warning.
As for life-and-death battle, the Taiqing Sect wouldn’t be without a chance either, the opposing twelve strongn weren’t all experts, and both Kong Ziyi and Yu Pao had Golden Core Talismans in hand.
As long as they could eliminate two or three of the most threatening, Taiqing Disciples might even pursue and kill as the opponent retreated.
This was why he suggested a life-and-death battle, for simple sparring, how could Golden Core Talismans be brought out?
King Liang Tian sneered, "Do you think only you have brought Golden Core Talismans?"
Xie Qingyun was eloquent, but realizing the other party also carried Golden Core Talismans, he couldn’t help clench his heart—this way, their side was indeed at a comprehensive disadvantage.
Thus, he spoke with a dark face, "Asked you Qinggang’s terms, you don’t say, now I make a suggestion, you refuse again, what else do you want, a life-and-death arena battle?"
Saying this, he turned his head to look at Feng Jun’s distant dwelling, thinking why the host wasn’t seen coming out?
In such a situation, Feng Jun, being the landlord, should step forward to decide so terms. After all, besides Qinggang Sect, everyone was willing to listen to him.
Feng Jun did want to co out, but the problem was, he had a major issue to face—a Golden Core Master and three cultivators were lurking at the middle position between his and Kong Ziyi’s dwellings.
He didn’t want to make White Pebble Beach bare, so it was scattered with shrubs and sparse small woods, enough for hiding, and those four were hiding among them.
Nothing to say, Feng Jun could now absolutely confirm these four—more precisely, that Golden Core Master, were definitely targeting him.
As for the reason, it didn’t need much consideration; he assisted Taiqing Sect in strategizing, could Qinggang Sect tolerate that? Definitely not.
He’s currently discussing with the Yin Spirit Bigwig on how to handle this situation.
Feng Jun believes they should strike first unexpectedly, whereas Bigwig believes it’s better to let the other side strike first, and once dodging an attack, counterattack for the kill.
Feng Jun didn’t like being so passive, "This is too dangerous, why bother? I don’t think I can dodge a realman’s strike."
The Yin Spirit responded, "Take with you, I guarantee you can avoid this hit."
"I really can’t take you," Feng Jun thought for a mont and then told the truth, "I’m afraid I’ll accidentally kill you."
"Kill ?" The Yin Spirit was first stunned, then suddenly realized, "Your trump card... is it space ability?"
Feng Jun neither admitted nor denied it, but simply countered with a question, "Do you think a minor character in the early stage has space ability?"
"Others, maybe not, but for you, it’s hard to say," the Big Boss didn’t underestimate him, but still wanted to join the fun, "Take , and bring that pink sachet, I guarantee you won’t need space ability."
No way, Feng Jun absolutely didn’t want to entrust his life and death to soone else, "I can take you, but I can’t guarantee that I won’t use my trump card... Are you sure you want to take that risk?"
This ti the Big Boss had nothing to say, after a long silence he finally spoke, "In that case, I hope you can at least take an attack first so it doesn’t reveal that you noticed them early on... With my support, don’t worry, you’ll be fine."
Feng Jun thought it over and agreed, actually avoiding a Golden Core strike wasn’t too risky for him—after all, he had a Golden Finger with him, allowing him to conceal his investigative skills, which was quite worthwhile.
The key was that by taking this hit, he would have the absolute moral high ground—on my own territory, a Golden Core bullying the weak.
If he attacked the Golden Core first, it would seem disrespectful to a realman.
Once they reached an agreent, Feng Jun tidied up, directly ascended from the courtyard, not bothering with the gate, shot like an arrow towards the distant crowd, "Stop, I’m the White Pebble Sh—"
Before he could finish speaking, he felt the air around him tighten, as if he had plunged into a swamp, his speed suddenly dropped, and he fell to the ground.
Imdiately, the surrounding scene changed, as if engulfed in endless yellow sand, except for the dim yellow, nothing else was visible.
A giant hand suddenly appeared in the sky, about a mile in circumference, grasping toward him, "Leave the youngster!"
"Mind-muddling technique... or was it a formation?" Feng Jun was instantly startled.
"Stop!" ca a loud shout, "A dignified realman dares to bully the small?"
Upon hearing this voice, Feng Jun suddenly realized, isn’t this the owl?
Since the owl was present, it shouldn’t be an illusion. Feng Jun lost interest in guessing, opened his hand directly, activated the talisman treasure hidden there, aiming at the spot where the realman was hidden, a ripple flashed, and the entire space seed to tremble slightly.
He couldn’t be sure if he hit the target, just considering whether to retreat back to the mobile plane, when he suddenly felt his whole body relax, and the solid feeling vanished without warning, just as it had co.
The strike from the talisman hit! He instantly realized, then quickly perford a blink, flashing over ten miles away.
Looking back, his original position was shrouded in rolling yellow sand, covering a mile or more. He imdiately understood the opponent’s thod—it was a blinding art, perford personally, this Golden Core indeed had so real abilities.
He then did another blink to the edge of the blinding art, seeing an owl fall from the sky, one wing already broken, its chest and abdon slashed several tis, covered in blood.
Seeing him, the owl’s eyes flashed with alarm, it cried out, "Run, it’s a Golden Core!"
Feng Jun didn’t have ti to respond, only silently vowed in his heart: I will avenge you, and stepped into the yellow sand.
The power of the talisman is ti-limited, he must resolve the issue within the ti limit
Because the Golden Core realman was hit by the talisman, after two breaths, the yellow sand gradually dissipated, faintly revealing the four people hidden inside.
One person had already collapsed on the ground, life or death unknown, while three others stood there.
Feng Jun took out his mobile phone and swiped to identify which one was the Golden Core—he was actually from the Endless Sea?
The other two standing figures, one had been hit by the Paralysis Technique, the other rely brushed by the talisman.
Now even the Golden Core couldn’t move, but internally he couldn’t help but be shocked—damn, this kid’s talisman was actually a Paralysis Technique!
He was at mid-stage Golden Core, honestly, even facing the realn of the Four Great Sects, even if he couldn’t win, he could probably still escape if he wanted to. Who would have thought a single talisman could completely eliminate his chance to flee.
Seeing Feng Jun reappear, without thinking he launched a divine sense attack. Although his body was immobilized, his divine sense could still function.
In fact, he didn’t expect his divine sense to achieve much, he only hoped to delay a bit more ti—though the Paralysis Technique was formidable, almost invincible, the operation of the Heavenly Dao has its own laws, the greater the power of the technique, the less likely it is to last.
(Updated, summoning monthly tickets.)
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