He attacked a Confucian orthodoxy disciple just because he disturbed his servant girl's sleep?
All the passengers thought that the angler had gone mad.
At this moment, the little girl slowly woke up. She rubbed her eyes in a daze and raised her head to look at the angler. "Master, what happened?"
When she raised her head, the bamboo hat could not cover her face. Everyone immediately understood the angler's feelings. If they were in his shoes, they would have done the same.
This was a pitiful little girl. She already had the embryonic form of a beauty that could cause the downfall of a country. Her beautiful and refined little face had the right amount of naivety and confusion from just waking up. Under her crescent-like slender eyebrows were a pair of intelligent big eyes. Her cherry-like lips were moist and without wrinkles. Her thin lips were like a tempting fruit, and her white teeth could be vaguely seen.
At this moment, she looked up at the angler, her eyes full of dependence and attachment. Anyone who was trusted and relied on by such a little girl would protect her with their lives.
The angler seemed to not want others to see the little girl's true appearance. He pushed down her bamboo hat. "Nothing. Are you still sleepy? If you are, continue to sleep. I will wake you up when we reach the Celestial World. "
"En …" The little girl responded in a daze and curled up in the angler's arms like an obedient kitten.
The angler sat down again with the little girl in his arms, leaving Lin Juxing and his fellow disciples at the side.
As the son of the Mystic Divine Sect's Grant-Imparting Elder, Lin Juxing was always the center of attention no matter where he went. He had never been given the cold shoulder like this before. Moreover, it was after the other party's provocation. It was not as simple as being ignored. He and the Mystic Divine Sect were not in their eyes at all.
"Kill him for me!" He enunciated each word.
His two fellow disciples responded. Their figures flashed, and they jumped onto the first deck. Each of them took out a sword feather and spread it out. They took a stance and shouted sternly, "If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"
All the passengers retreated back into the cabin in a panic.
"You can only blame yourself for being arrogant. You don't even care about Senior Brother Juxing. You really don't know your place. Don't blame us for being merciless when we return to the Star Sea!"
One of them said in a stern voice. With a wave of the sword feather in his hand, a gust of wind blew up and turned into an earth-shattering force.
The fisherman casually raised one end of his cyan steel sword. With a clanging sound, the cyan steel sword left its sheath on its own and crashed into the wall of force at lightning speed. From the looks of it, they seemed to be evenly matched. However, as soon as the two collided, the wall of force vanished into thin air. The cyan steel sword did not stop at all. Under the terrified gaze of the man, it pierced through all the force fields.
"He's an expert!"
The man gritted his teeth and placed the sword feather horizontally in front of his chest.
Dang!
There was a sound of metal colliding with stone, followed by a cry of pain. His whole body flew out and hit the side of the ship, his face as pale as paper.
The other had learned his lesson. He mobilized all the True Qi in his body and infused it into the sword feather in his hand.
The shape of the sword feather was similar to that of a fan, but the fan ribs and blades were all made of swords. Although many cultivators' weapons were sword feather, the first to develop this weapon was the Mystic Immortal Sect. It could be said to be their unique weapon. Even if the unaffiliated cultivators formed a blood bond with the sword feather, it would only have the form.
In the blink of an eye, the small swords on the sword feather let out a clear cry and flew into the air. Their owner formed a sword with the fingers of his left hand. With the help of the immortality art, he controlled the small swords and attacked the fisherman from different directions.
"You've offended the Mystic Immortal Sect. Your good days are over!"
As the only immortality art in the entire Jambu Realm that allowed cultivators to control swords remotely, he had enough confidence to say such words.
It was a pity that he did not know the identity of the fisherman. If he knew, he would definitely not dare to say it because it would make him die of shame.
The fisherman stretched out his hand to catch the green steel sword that bounced back. He did not even look at the small swords that flew like bees. With a twist of his wrist, he waved his hand and the small swords returned to where they came from.
The Mystic Immortal Sect disciple controlling the small swords was shocked when he saw this scene. Because no matter how he guided the fingers of his left hand, the small swords were still like trapped beasts that had escaped from their cages. Not only did they not listen to his commands, but they also attacked their owner.
"Wall of Wind God!"
He hurriedly shouted and cut off the connection with the small swords. At the same time, his fingers turned into a seal, and a strong gust of wind immediately appeared in front of him, blocking the small swords that were attacking him.
Bang!
The small swords that were attacking him had already been mixed with something else. In an instant, they broke through the protective shield. He screamed and hit the side of the ship. He slid softly onto the deck and shouted in disbelief.
"Martial … Martial Immortal!"
When an expert made a move, it was easy to tell whether they were real or not.
Before a cultivator made a move, it was difficult to judge their cultivation. Once they made a move, it was easy to judge their cultivation from the quality and quantity of the opponent's True Qi.
The fisherman looked to be in his early twenties, but he was already a Martial Immortal. Even in the Nine Schools of Confucian orthodoxy, only the top geniuses on the Prodigy Roll could achieve this.
For example, Lin Juxing was ranked fifteenth on the Prodigy Roll and was considered to be quite famous.
"Trash!" Lin Juxing scolded and jumped down personally. He looked at the fisherman coldly and said, "My Junior Brothers' cultivation is not up to par. I can't blame them if they get hurt or die. However, as their Senior Brother, I naturally have to stand up for them. Make your move, I'll take it. "
"It's really strange. Someone was the one who provoked me first, but now he's speaking as if he was the one being challenged. It's as if he can show the demeanor of a great sect. What a joke." Lu Zhantang shook his head and laughed.
"Shut up!" Lin Juxing glanced at him with resentment. "Lu Zhantang, you are just an unaffiliated cultivator. Do you think you are a disciple of the Dao Court just because you captured an evil person on behalf of the Dao Court? Let me tell you, I have thousands of ways to kill you. If you don't believe me, you can try! "
"I'm afraid of everything, but I'm not afraid of death." Lu Zhantang shook his head as he spoke.
Monk Jiu Rou laughed and said, "Benefactor, you want me to make the first move because you want to see the origin and foundation of his moves. You don't have to go through so much trouble. Let me tell you, this person is Yan Li, ranked third on the Soaring Dragon Roll. He is Yan Tanhua."
As soon as he said this, everyone on the boat was shocked.
"He is Yan Li?"
"I heard that he has already squeezed into the top ten of the Prodigy Roll."
Lin Juxing said with a gloomy expression, "You are the one who defeated Yu Qiuyu?"
There were big and small circles in the cultivation world.
If they were told that Yan Li killed Jin Sheng, they would at most be surprised. However, it was completely different when it was Yu Qiuyu. This was because the latter was too famous in the Celestial World. There were even many rookies on the Prodigy Roll who aimed to surpass Yu Qiuyu.
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