Chapter 128 The battle between two factions
The clear stream meanders in the forest, and the floating light dances like gold under the brilliant sunlight. The crane beside the stream lowers its head to comb its feathers, and raises its neck to sing loudly.
The snow-white wings are fluttering with light spots, like the fine silk woven by folk weavers who spent their entire lives. The broad wings are spread out and fluttering gracefully. The spirit crane's vigorous and gorgeous figure leaps into the clouds and mist in the forest, carries the mist through the clouds, and flies
Passing through the silent mountains, flying over the Taiming Terrace where the hustle and bustle envelopes the Dharma light soaring into the sky.
The clear chirping sound stopped the moving clouds, and was immediately covered up by the cheers that broke out on the ground.
"Senior Brother Yan! Well done!"
"Ah... I love Senior Brother Yan! He's so handsome that his legs go weak!"
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The audience in the audience screamed and jumped, their faces flushed with excitement, and the scene was lively and exciting.
There was a person on the stage who was tall and tall, shaped like a bamboo, with a face as beautiful as a jade, with a perfect smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes fell on the Wan Xuan Sect disciple opposite who looked embarrassed.
"Fellow Daoist Ge, do you still want to continue?"
"Ahem..." Ge Feng pressed his aching chest and exhaled painfully. He looked at the half-closed folding fan in Yan Lansheng's hand with fear, and a cold light flashed across the bone fan.
Standing up on the ground, Ge Feng reluctantly straightened his body in unbearable pain, and willingly surrendered: "Ge Feng is willing to give in."
Yan Lansheng closed the folding fan with a snap and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Ge accepted the offer."
Another Wanxuanmen disciple was defeated and left the field miserably. The disciples in the field turned to the other side in the direction of the tens of thousands of Xuanmen disciples.
"Why don't any of the young disciples of Wanxuan Sect get on board? Maybe they're afraid!"
As soon as he said this, the whole room burst into laughter.
After taking the healing elixir, the pain in Ge Feng's chest was slightly relieved. His ears were filled with the sighs and laughter of the Sidao Sect disciples. A blush of shame climbed onto his pale cheeks. He apologized to several fellow Wanxuan Sect disciples: "I'm sorry.
, it’s because my skills are inferior to others.”
Zhang Zixing also lost a fight with a disciple of the Sidao Sect some time ago, and quickly offered words of comfort: "It's not my fault, Senior Brother Ge. The one who came to power from the Sidao Sect is a young and handsome person of their generation. He can't be compared but is not ashamed."
Wu Fengyun also responded, and raised her voice specially: "That's right, our Wanxuan Sect's powerful figures haven't appeared yet. When Senior Sister Lin and the others take action, they and the Sidao Sect will have no place to cry.
"
The arrogant voice fell into the noisy shouts of the Sidao Sect disciples, and instantly it was like water falling into a frying pan, boiling and exploding even more.
"Tch! You can only brag, but if you have the ability, let your awesome Senior Sister Lin come out! You can't even see her figure."
"Hahaha... just let me have fun, after all, I just lost so miserably."
"What does this mean? We even have the chief senior sister here who didn't show up. Are we going to beat the shit out of you senior sister Lin as soon as she shows up..."
"Our chief senior sister is right here. She took care of you and didn't take any action. You still have the nerve to make such a fuss."
"That's it, hurry up and call your senior sister Lin to come and compete with our chief senior sister!"
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Yi Lanshan, who was inexplicably pointed at, froze up. Looking at the eager eyes staring at him, he smiled and said, "You can do whatever you want. I still have some tasks to do today, so I won't interfere with your competition."
"
After saying that, she pulled Su Yin's thin sleeves and wanted to stay away from this place.
Su Yinxi was not happy about it. He came here specifically to watch the competition. He only watched three games. He was not satisfied enough. How could he just leave like this?
She was frozen on the spot, "Senior sister, why didn't I know you had a mission? Didn't you specifically say you would bring me to watch the excitement?"
As her heartless words blurted out, the lively atmosphere suddenly stopped.
Yi Lanshan smiled awkwardly and made up an excuse at random: "I forgot to tell you that Master asked Youchu to go to Jingming Palace. It's almost time now."
"Then senior sister, please go quickly. I will go back by myself later."
"Okay, I'll leave now. I'll remember to go to Master when I go back later. Master needs to see you for something."
Under the spotlight, he ran away in despair.
Zhang Zheng was walking halfway when he suddenly remembered the provocative words of the arrogant male cultivator. He had nothing to do when he returned home, so he might as well go to the Taiming Terrace where his disciples would fight.
It's just a good time to see how good the disciples of the Sidao Sect are, and maybe you can benefit from them.
Following the direction indicated by the landscape map in his mind, Zhang Zheng followed a long journey and arrived at Taiming Terrace in less than half an hour.
He stopped at the edge of Taiming Terrace far away, looking at the crowded and excited disciples of the Sidao Sect in the distance. During the spiritual exploration, there were five or six Wanxuanmen disciples on the other side, who were weakly fighting against the Sidao Sect.
The disciples confronted each other and cursed loudly.
To be precise, she is the only female disciple of the Wanxuanmen sect who is fighting with the Confucian scholars.
"You think the Taoist Sect is powerful, but you are just relying on the fact that this is your ancestral land, and you are relying on human power."
The disciples of Sidao Sect were not afraid at all and did not give in. "Haha, aren't all the elites from Wanxuan Sect? Why, they are afraid of ordinary disciples like us!"
"Why, your Senior Sister Lin hasn't come yet. Isn't it because she's afraid and doesn't dare to come?"
At the center of the dispute, there was a handsome male cultivator standing leisurely in the arena, waving his folding fan gracefully. The surrounding arena was empty, and everyone was participating in the fight between the two factions.
Zhang Zhengli, who had originally planned to come to watch the martial arts fight, decided to give up. He took a step back quietly, turned around, and was about to escape from the place of right and wrong.
She doesn't intend to stir up this muddy water. Why don't she just wait for the mountain and sea realm to open? What's the point of fighting against each other?
But things didn't go as expected. Some of the disciples of Wanxuanmen actually saw her figure with sharp eyes. They raised their arms and waved in surprise and shouted: "Senior Sister Zhang!"
Just as Zhang Zheng made a leap, he was suddenly interrupted by this earth-shattering shout.
The Nan family's heavy reward was really a sin, and it gave her such a high reputation!
If the disciple hadn't recognized her, she could have acted as if he hadn't heard anything and fled away. Now that he recognized her, she couldn't pretend to be deaf openly.
His shout drew the attention of everyone present to Zhang Zheng.
Under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Zheng suppressed the irritation in his heart, fluttered his snow-green clothes, and walked quickly to where the Wanxuanmen disciples were.
"It's you!"
Before Zhang Zheng had time to greet several Wanxuanmen disciples, an angry roar came from the direction of Sidao Sect.
The voice sounded unusually familiar. Zhang Zheng turned around and glanced back. It turned out to be the rude and arrogant male cultivator who had made rude remarks not long ago.
This is really a narrow road between enemies.
Thinking of the humiliation he had suffered before, the male cultivator was so angry that he was so angry that he couldn't even curse.
Zhang Zheng nodded in response to several worried fellow disciples, then grinned at the male cultivator without any hint of gloom, "We meet again. It seems that I am quite destined to be a fellow Taoist."
There were also people in the Sidaozong group who witnessed what was going on between them, and they watched the excitement without bothering to fan the flames.
"We have met each other in Yudu. Come on, Senior Brother Hong. It is here at Taiming Terrace that we can reunite old and new grudges."
Hong Shaofang was already furious. When he was so irritated, he beat his chest angrily and shouted: "Little bitch, come on, let's have a good competition. Don't argue with me about whether you have the talent or not. If you don't win, you will lose everything."
Xuanmen is useless."
Yan Lansheng saw the tense situation between them, waved his folding fan for a moment, flew down leisurely from the arena, and took the initiative to give way.
Hong Shaofang's words "Wan Xuan Clan has no talent" made several Wan Xuan Clan disciples gnash their teeth in anger, and their eyes filled with anger.
Wu Fengyun glanced at Zhang Zheng, who was smiling but not smiling. Her expression was even more frightening because she couldn't tell. Then she said weakly: "Senior Sister Zhang, have we caused trouble for you?"
Chapter completed!