Chu Nan bowed in midair, "You have come from afar, the Luo Sect naturally has to treat you with respect. How about I entertain all of you? "
Of course, he didn't want to offend such a big shot.
Everyone was shocked by Leng Luo's appearance.
Unfortunately —
Leng Luo and Mingshi Yin were the same. They did not like such unnecessary formalities and superficial pleasantries.
Leng Luo said in a deep voice,
"I'll say it again. All of you aren't qualified to speak to the Pavilion Master."
Chu Nan was startled.
He was the Luo Sect's Great Elder after all, yet Leng Luo did not show him any respect.
"The Grandmaster is currently in seclusion and is unable to meet you all!"
Lu Ping was the Third Elder, so he was qualified to speak. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he said loudly, "Great Elder, please ask the Ancestral Master to come out of secluded meditation. This is a serious matter. It's not a joke! "
Bang!
Chu Nan sent out a palm imprint.
The palm seal was sharp and swift, and it flew toward Lu Ping.
Lu Ping was startled. He hadn't expected that the Great Elder would attack even his own people. He raised his arms. Bang!
As their energies intertwined, Lu Ping let out a muffled groan and fell down. His face was pale.
How could he be a match for the Great Elder? This one move would determine who was superior and who was inferior.
"Shut your mouth … Just watch carefully." Then, he turned back to face Leng Luo and forced a smile. "I'm sorry. Young people don't know the rules. I've made a fool of myself in front of Senior Leng."
On the surface, his attitude seemed humble and courteous, but in reality, he was scheming.
"Wow, how impressive," Mingshi Yin said mockingly.
Chu Nan looked at Mingshi Yin who was on the cloud-splitting chariot and said, "It's not my place to interrupt when my seniors are speaking."
This sentence had a double meaning.
Not only did he mock Mingshi Yin, but he also reprimanded Lu Ping.
Mingshi Yin was about to lose his temper when Leng Luo raised his right arm.
Mingshi Yin watched on with amusement.
Leng Luo took a step forward and asked in a deep voice, "Do you like to bully juniors?"
"What does Senior Leng mean?"
"When I dominated the world, you were still in your mother's womb …"
Buzz!
An Eight-leaf avatar appeared!
In the instant it bloomed, the eight leaves of the golden lotus spun rapidly. It was like a roulette spinning in water. The energy that spun out expanded like water droplets.
It dissipated in the span of a breath.
Chu Nan was the closest, so he was the first to be pushed back by the shockwave.
An instant was enough.
Chu Nan was shocked!
"An Eight-leaf avatar!"
"With Leng Luo's strength and cultivation base, why would he stay in the Evil Sky Pavilion?"
The elders in the Holy Land were puzzled.
His heart was filled with surprise and worry.
Chu Nan was only a Seven-leaf cultivator.
Even if the Second Elder, Shan Yunzheng, was a Six-leaf cultivator, they would not be able to defeat an Eight-leaf cultivator.
There was no need to even mention the others.
Who would dare to go against his words with strength?
Lu Ping didn't know why, but he suddenly felt that his anger had been vented.
Leng Luo said in a deep voice,
"The Evil Sky Pavilion is only here to reminisce … Don't force me to make a move."
Above the Holy Land.
Absolute silence.
The atmosphere became a little strange and stagnant.
No one dared to step forward.
Nobody had the courage to face such an Eight-leaf cultivator.
Hu.
Hu hu!
Figures appeared in the sky around the Holy Land.
They flew over in groups of three to five.
Some rode on swords, some rode on oddly-shaped weapons, and some rode on ordinary flying beasts.
There were so many of them.
From far to near.
They wore three types of robes.
White robes. Green robes.
"The people from the Yun Sect and Tian Sect are here."
Chu Nan calmed down and flew forward.
"I, Chu Nan of the Luo Sect, welcome the elders of the Yun Sect and Tian Sect."
The disciples with low cultivation bases hovered in the air and awaited orders.
A few elders of the Cloud Sect and the Heaven Sect flew to the front of Zhang Xuan.
Both sides cupped their fists at each other as a greeting.
Then, they faced the Evil Sky Pavilion's cloud-splitting chariot.
It was a formidable lineup.
There were many of them.
Clearly, the Luo Sect was well-prepared.
Lu Zhou, who was sitting on the flying chariot, was not in a hurry.
He only wanted to meet Yun Tianluo.
He knew Yun Tianluo would not show up so easily.
Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao were enough to deal with these people. There was no need for him to show up.
Deadly Strike Cards were currently priced at 3,000 spiritual stones each. He only had two in his inventory. He was losing money no matter how he used them.
The Heavenly Writing power could only be used three times.
If both sides were to fight to the death, the Evil Sky Pavilion would be in a difficult position. After all, Leng Luo and Pan Litian had yet to fully recover their cultivation bases.
Hence …
Deterrence was the best way.
"Yun Sect's Grand Elder, Zhao Ji, greets everyone." Zhao Ji cupped his fists.
"Yun Sect's Second Elder, Sun Hong, greets everyone."
"Yun Sect's Sixth Elder, Ding … Ding Fanqiu, greets everyone."
Ding Fanqiu was clearly lacking in confidence.
Mingshi Yin waved his hand at Ding Fanqiu. "Hey, Ding Fanqiu, we meet again. It's been some time since we last met. You've gotten rounder. "
Ding Fanqiu. "…"
When he recalled how he had impersonated Ji Tiandao at Measure Heaven River, he felt embarrassed. His wizened face flushed red.
He could not act haughtily in front of the real deal.
"Tian Sect's Grand Elder, Fang Wenxian. Greetings, everyone. "
An elder from the Tian Sect had arrived.
The others were disciples.
However, it was enough.
With all these people added together, their aura wouldn't be any weaker.
Moreover, the Luo Sect's holy land had Formations and barriers. They were confident enough to speak to the Evil Sky Pavilion.
…
Chu Nan rose into the air and said to Leng Luo, "Please calm down, Senior Leng. The elders of the Yun and Tian Sects are here … Pavilion Master, you can speak to me directly."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Something flew out of the flying chariot.
Very light, very small.
Everyone present was an expert, and their eyesight was astonishing.
When they saw the thing floating out, they were all shocked.
"Gourd?"
The ordinary gourd that flew out was like garbage.
It smashed towards Chu Nan.
Chu Nan also found it strange.
In his heart, he cursed. The Demonic Path was still the Demonic Path after all. To litter the Holy Land, they were truly lacking in manners.
Chu Nan waved his hand.
The astral wind blew past the gourd.
Hu!
The gourd was not swept away, instead, it continued to fly towards Chu Nan.
It was still very light and slow, like a feather.
"Hmm?"
Chu Nan had a bad feeling.
He raised his hand again. This time, it was not energy winds, but an energy seal!
A palm print shot out.
Bang!
The palm print collided with the gourd, and the gourd spun even faster.
Oh no! It was a weapon!
Chu Nan raised his palms and launched several palm prints.
"It's too late." A sigh rang from the cloud-splitting chariot.
The gourd suddenly shone with a golden light!
It turned into a golden gourd and dived down towards Chu Nan.
Chu Nan was caught off guard and was hit by the gourd from above.
Boom!
Chu Nan took the hit head-on, and his body plummeted. Bam! He crashed heavily on the marble floor.
A human silhouette could be seen on the ground.
"Elder!"
"Grand Elder!"
Everyone was shocked.
Meanwhile.
Pan Litian drifted out of the flying chariot. He looked drunk and languid as he said in a clear voice, "Master, I'm not afraid of you.
He said loudly, "Rabble. Know your place … I'm not Leng Luo, who only knows how to play evasive tricks."
Burp!
Pan Litian burped in front of the others and added loudly, "That's right.
He added loudly, "My gourd can smash someone to death."
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