Wuwu and Ji Fengxing looked at the two of them in confusion.
In such an urgent situation, he actually had the time to play rock-paper-scissors.
If the Flying Star House wanted to punish them, with the Thousand Willow Monastery's strength, how were they supposed to deal with this?
Yu Shangrong and Yu Zhenghai played rock-paper-scissors.
After three rounds, Yu Shangrong won. He smiled faintly and said, "You went easy on me."
Yu Zhenghai had no choice but to place his hands behind his back and say, "I'm your elder brother. Of course, I'll humbly decline."
Yu Shangrong was pleased with his victory. Hence, he did not bicker with Yu Shangrong. He was even happier than when he fought the peak Eight-leaf cultivators in Radiant Cloud Forest.
Wuwu and Ji Fengxing were even more confused.
After Yu Zhenghai moved in.
The two of them often discussed Dao and sparred in the pavilion, but they never fought. One was an expert in the way of the sword, while the other was an expert in the way of the saber. After a long time, they still couldn't come to a conclusion, so they let Ji Fengxing learn the saber art and the sword art.
He didn't know if the two of them were enemies or fellow disciples.
…
The cultivators on the flying chariot slowly arrived before the Thousand Willow Monastery.
At the same time, in front of the Fair Hall above the Thousand Willow Monastery, Elder Tian Buji personally led dozens of disciples and flew over.
They levitated at the side of the pavilion and bowed to the flying chariot.
"I wonder which senior from the Flying Star House is here? Pardon me for not coming out to meet you."
At this moment, an old man in his sixties walked out from the helm of the Flying Star House's flying chariot. He was slightly hunched, had gray hair, and was not tall.
Tian Buji bowed.
"So it's Elder Liang."
When the flying chariot stabilized, the hunchbacked old man, who was Liang Zidao, walked out of the flying chariot and floated in front of it. Dozens of Flying Star House disciples flew out and stood in a row.
Liang Zidao narrowed his eyes and placed his hands behind his back. His gaze swept past the pavilion and landed on Tian Buji.
"Tell Xia Changqiu to come out and talk to me."
When the old man spoke, he used some sound techniques. Those with low cultivation bases felt their heads buzzing, and they felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Tian Buji smiled and said, "Elder Liang, you've come from afar. What's the matter? The Abbey Dean is currently in Isolated Cultivation, so it's not convenient for him to receive guests. It's the same as I said. "
"It's different."
"What's the difference?"
"You are too weak." Liang Zidao's voice was filled with contempt.
His words were very direct.
Tian Buji said, "Elder Liang, we are all cultivators. There is no need to insult others."
Liang Zidao shook his head. "Many of the Flying Star House's disciples died in the Thousand Willow Monastery, and yet, you expect me to speak to you in peace? Aren't you overthinking things?"
"Their deaths have nothing to do with our Thousand Willow Monastery," Tian Buji said.
"How dare you quibble!"
Liang Zidao raised his right hand.
Two people flew forward from both sides, one on the left and one on the right. They immediately activated their avatars.
Two resonating sounds rang in the air. An Eight-leaf and Seven-leaf red lotus avatar shone before they vanished.
Tian Buji and the others frowned.
"I'm not Lu Song, and I'm not Xuan Ming … We're both smart people, so there's no need to beat around the bush." Liang Zidao made things clear.
"Is the Flying Star House determined to make things difficult for the Thousand Willow Monastery?"
"So what if I am?"
In fact, how could Tian Buji not understand the logic behind this?
How could the rise of any major power not eat small fish?
Even without Wuwu, Lu Song, and Xuan Ming, he would still be where he was today.
He would have to face it sooner or later.
The only thing he did not expect was for the Flying Star House to send Liang Zidao. Liang Zidao was decisive in his actions. He did not care about others' feelings and was straightforward. This meant that the Flying Star House did not come with good intentions.
At this moment, Yu Shangrong pushed away from the ground and stepped over the railing. He drifted out like a feather.
"My apologies. Please allow me to speak," Yu Shangrong said humbly and politely as he hovered in the air.
Wuwu and Ji Fengxing were even more confused now.
How could he speak with such an attitude at a time like this?
However, Liang Zidao did not even look at Yu Shangrong. He waved his hand.
The Seven-leaf red lotus cultivator on the right dove.
"I've told you. Apart from Xia Changqiu, none of you have the right to speak to me."
As soon as Yu Shangrong finished speaking …
The Seven-leaf red lotus cultivator activated his avatar and dove toward Yu Shangrong.
He saw Yu Shangrong hovering in the air with a faint smile on his face.
In that instant, he simulated dozens of accidents and changes that would occur in the instant of the fight in his mind.
If he dove with his Seven-leaf avatar, Yu Shangrong would surely defend himself with his weapon, activate his avatar, turn around, flee, or be crushed by his avatar. He might fall or rise.
Regardless of which method he used, he would use the Red Lotus Holy Technique to kill or injure Yu Shangrong.
This was a good opportunity to strike first and suppress Yu Shangrong with his cultivation base.
A faint smile appeared on the Seven Leaf Red Lotus elite's face.
'Here it comes!
Die! '
Yu Shangrong did not move at all.
The red lotus cultivator frowned slightly. He saw the sword on Yu Shangrong's back vibrating.
When the red lotus cultivator was in front of Yu Shangrong.
The sword left its scabbard.
There was a flash of red light.
Yu Shangrong held the sword in his right hand and slashed it from his left shoulder to his right. He raised his right arm.
Bam!
The battle ended.
In less than half a breath, it was over.
There were no flashy moves, no eruption of energy, and no superfluous moves.
The red lotus avatar before him was split in half.
The cut was neat.
The Seven-leaf elite glared at his avatar. His lips trembled as he looked at his avatar.
He had thought of all possible ways to attack and attack. However, he did not expect Yu Shangrong to stay where he was.
Yu Shangrong's avatar shattered.
He was heavily injured and fell from the sky.
Even if he did not die, he was heavily injured.
…
The others were shocked.
All eyes were on Yu Shangrong.
Yu Shangrong retracted his right arm and casually sheathed it.
"I had no choice but to save myself. I hope you can forgive me." Yu Shangrong was as gentle as ever.
Liang Zidao turned to look at Yu Shangrong.
A person who could kill a Seven-leaf cultivator in just a blink of an eye was not a weakling.
"Who are you?"
For the first time, Yu Shangrong did not answer the question. Instead, he said, "The Flying Star House is here to denounce me. As a guest of the Thousand Willow Monastery, how can I stand idly by?"
"So, you're the helper that old geezer, Xia Changqiu, hired … Are you a friend from the Ninth Temple?" Liang Zidao asked.
Yu Shangrong shook his head.
"That's not important. I have a suggestion. I hope you'll accept it, sir."
"What suggestion?" Liang Zidao turned around with a curious expression on his face.
"Return to your abode and stop troubling the Thousand Willow Monastery …" Yu Shangrong gave it some thought before he added, "I thank you on behalf of the Thousand Willow Monastery."
"…"
Wuwu and Ji Fengxing. "…"
Yu Zhenghai, on the other hand, did not think much of it. He merely shook his head.
Liang Zidao stared at Yu Shangrong intently. "You?"
How many people in Great Tang were bold enough to challenge the Flying Star House?
"I'm more than enough," Yu Shangrong replied calmly.
"…"
The Flying Star House's disciples were infuriated when they heard this.
"Very well." Liang Zidao completely ignored Tian Buji and focused on Yu Shangrong.
Due to Yu Shangrong's calm and polite attitude, he wanted to kill Yu Shangrong.
"Even if the Ninth Temple's Master is here, he won't dare to make a move against the Flying Star House. Today, we'll settle this grudge." Liang Zidao waved his hand.
"You should've listened to my suggestion." Yu Shangrong shook his head helplessly. "If my master was here, I'm afraid you wouldn't survive a single round."
After a few words …
Liang Zidao's killing intent grew stronger.
Inside the gazebo.
Wuwu looked at Yu Zhenghai and said, "Big brother … Is your master really that powerful?"
Yu Zhenghai nodded and said, "My junior brother is fine.
"My Junior Brother is good at everything, but sometimes he is just too modest."
"Humble … Humble …" Ji Fengxing was shocked. 'Are you sure you're not bragging?'
"If my master was here, there wouldn't be a single round of exchange … After all, they wouldn't even have the chance to attack," Yu Zhenghai said.
"…"
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