Little Yuan 'er shook her head.
"Third Senior Brother, I've told you many times … We can't disturb him. Master said that no one is allowed to disturb him during his closed-door cultivation. Otherwise, he will be severely punished."
"Eh …"
Duanmu Sheng scratched his head and retreated.
Initially, he wanted to ask Little Yuan 'er to do it. After all, his master loved Little Yuan' er the most, so she might be able to avoid punishment.
He did not expect that Little Yuan 'er would not do it at all.
Hua Wudao looked in the direction of the east pavilion.
"Since that's the case, we can only follow Pavilion Master's wishes."
Hua Wudao left the eastern pavilion with his hands on his back.
Hua Yuexing, Pan Zhong, Zhou Jifeng, Duanmu Sheng, and the other female disciples followed them to the eastern pavilion.
Hua Wudao looked up at the power of the barrier.
He sighed and said, "The power of the barrier has weakened again."
Duanmu Sheng said, "Elder Hua, this can't go on. If Master doesn't come out, who will deal with Gong Yuandu? "
He recalled what Hua Wudao had said yesterday.
Everyone's heart trembled.
He was a cultivation genius from the Northern Capital.
An expert from the same generation as the Pavilion Master!
Hua Wudao remembered Pan Litian and Leng Luo. He said, "We'll deal with whatever comes our way … We can't rush this. How about this … Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng bring some men and stand guard at the foot of Golden Court Mountain. Once you find anything, report to me immediately. "
"Understood."
Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng led the crowd away.
"What about me?" Duanmu Sheng asked.
"Come with me."
The two of them walked towards the west room.
Not long after.
Hua Wudao and Duanmu Sheng appeared outside Leng Luo's residence.
The courtyard was silent.
Hua Wudao looked around, cleared his throat, and said loudly, "Hua Wudao requests an audience."
Compared to Leng Luo, Hua Wudao was considered a junior.
Duanmu Sheng cupped his fists as well.
Creak —
The door was blown open by a gentle gust of Gang Qi.
The silver-masked Leng Luo walked out with his hands on his back. He looked at Hua Wudao and Duanmu Sheng.
"What is it?"
Hua Wudao did not beat around the bush and said, "I'm afraid the Evil Sky Pavilion is in danger. Please lend us a hand, Senior Leng."
Leng Luo chuckled hoarsely and said, "The Evil Sky Pavilion is guarded by the pavilion master … Why would we be in danger?"
From the beginning until the end, Leng Luo and Pan Litian were the only ones who did not take the barrier seriously.
Hua Wudao bowed. "The pavilion master is cultivating in seclusion. I'm afraid he won't be able to emerge for a while … The Evil Sky Pavilion is invaded by a powerful enemy. I'm afraid only Senior Leng can deal with them."
Leng Luo chuckled and pointed at the neighbor. "You can look for Old Pan."
As soon as he finished speaking.
In the courtyard next door, the door creaked open.
Pan Litian grabbed his wine gourd and said lazily, "Old Leng, you're really not a good friend. Pavilion Master is in seclusion, so you should be the vanguard. This old man's old bones can only freeload. "
"Enough with the nonsense. Your cultivation base is currently recovering. Don't think I don't know that," Leng Luo said.
"Aren't you also …"
This was a strange scene to look at.
In any case, he was a top-notch bigshot. Why did he sound like he was bickering with a child?
Hua Wudao and Duanmu Sheng were dumbfounded.
"Two seniors … Two seniors, please listen to me." Hua Wudao immediately interrupted the duo's attempt to undermine each other.
Leng Luo and Pan Litian looked at Hua Wudao in unison.
"Let's hear it."
Hua Wudao said, "This person is a genius in the sword path. I'm afraid only the two of you are a match for him. Wouldn't it be wonderful if the two of you are willing to fight him together? "
Leng Luo glanced at Pan Litian.
Although Pan Litian was wearing a mask, his attitude was clear. 'Why would I, the great Leng Luo, work with this old beggar?'
Pan Litian was still as lazy as ever. He did not even look at Leng Luo as he responded to Leng Luo with the same attitude.
Leng Luo looked at Hua Wudao. "You're from the Yun Sect, and your Six Compatible Seal is at the peak of perfection … Even you can't deal with him?"
An awkward expression appeared on Hua Wudao's face. "I only know how to defend. I don't know how to attack. Moreover, this person's cultivation base far surpasses mine … "
"Far surpasses yours?"
"That's right."
Leng Luo was slightly taken aback.
He could be considered a knowledgeable person.
There were only a handful of cultivators in the same realm who could fight the pavilion master.
Who was this person?
"A genius in the sword path?"
"That's right."
Leng Luo scoffed and said, "The Yun Sect's Luo Changqing and Sword Saint Luo Shisan are juniors. These two aren't worthy of fighting me."
Hua Wudao felt even more awkward now.
If it were these two people, he could deal with them himself. After all, Hua Wudao was their senior.
"This person's name is Gong Yuandu."
Thud!
The wine gourd in Pan Litian's hand fell to the ground.
He was stunned for a moment. His right pinky trembled slightly.
On the other hand, Leng Luo seemed slightly stiff. If his face was not covered by the mask, it would be difficult to imagine his current expression.
Cough.
Pan Litian immediately coughed and suppressed his awkward expression. He picked up his wine gourd and said, "I'm getting old. I can't even hold my gourd gourd … Old Leng, I have to admit that I'm far inferior to you. You should deal with a genius in the sword path like this … Cough … Eh? Why is there no more wine? What's the difference between life and death if there's no wine? I'll go look for some wine. "
Leng Luo moved swiftly, leaving a shadow where he stood.
In the next second, he appeared a few meters away from Pan Litian.
"Old Pan … I know you like wine. Considering that you can't walk properly, I've already asked someone to prepare some wine and placed it in your courtyard …"
"Huh? Is that so? "Pan Litian was puzzled.
Leng Luo raised his right hand slightly. A weak surge of energy lifted the wine gourd in Pan Litian's courtyard. Then, it fell slowly.
"100-year old wine …"
Pan Litian. "…"
Leng Luo retracted his right hand and placed it on his back. He said with a hoarse sigh, "Indeed, I'm superior to you in terms of cultivation experience and attainment … However, I'm heavily injured. My sea of Qi and dantian aren't recovering as quickly as you. You have the sable magnolia. If you unleash your full strength and fight to the death, I don't think Gong Yuandu would dare to underestimate you."
"Fight to the death …" Pan Litian's expression darkened. He thought to himself, 'Is it that serious?'
Leng Luo said, "I heard … Old Pan, you made a promise to the pavilion master that your old life belongs to the Evil Sky Pavilion! Don't shirk your responsibilities … You're the only one in the entire Evil Sky Pavilion who's capable of stopping Gong Yuandu. "
"If I have to risk my life, I'll do it … You, on the other hand, are shirking your responsibilities and cowering," Pan Litian said.
Hua Wudao watched the two of them bickering.
He said loudly, "Seniors, please make your move at the same time!"
Duanmu Sheng bowed as well. "Seniors, please make your move at the same time!"
They were both old and weak, so why did they have to look down on each other?
…
Meanwhile.
Inside the tunnel of the Mausoleum of Swords.
Crack … Crack!
The black coffin began to move slowly.
Nobody emerged from the coffin. Instead, the coffin hovered in the air and slowly flew out of the tunnel. It passed through the Seven Terminal Formation and the Sword Mound before leaving the Mausoleum of Swords.
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