Looking further, Cheng Jiahua's identity was An Yesun's rarely seen direct disciple. Almost everybody regarded them as equals. If they made a fool of themselves in just two or three stances, it would be tantamount to slapping An Yesun's face to the greatest extent. The enmity of Taihang Mountain's humiliation could only be considered half avenged. This move was really advantageous to him. He was afraid that the battle would not start, so he wanted to add fuel to the fire with words.
He had always been an astute and astute master, his words and deeds would not allow the slightest mistake. He thought, "Both of their characters are very extreme; if I openly support them, I am afraid they won't be willing to please everybody, so I will drop the matter. But if I turn the situation around and use a little trick of loosening the reins only to grasp them better, I might be able to stimulate their fighting spirit. It would be best if I can provoke Yu Shuanglin, so that as soon as he comes up, he will kill that little scoundrel first. Otherwise, he is full of tricks, I don't want to take advantage of him. "
Now that he had made up his mind, he pretended to persuade them, "Gentlemen, please calm down. The Devil Cult's number one enemy has not been destroyed, how can we fight among ourselves? Won't that harm the harmony and give the Devil Cult an opportunity to exploit? Yu Zhanglao, you are old, even if your martial art skill is superior, your physical strength will not last long. Don't make a mistake and suffer a minor injury. You are not as young as you were. This disciple of mine … this Xiao Xiongdi of mine is very skillful, his potential is limitless. If he injures you, won't the Beggar Clan and Yun Daren start a new feud? Gentlemen, please listen to me, shake hands and make peace, there is no enmity that cannot be resolved. Peng Zhanglao has passed away for many years, since Yun Daren has repented, this time he agreed to help us destroy the Devil Cult, at least he can atone for his crime. Yu Zhanglao, you must think thrice! Don't create an irreversible tragedy, nobody wants to become the second Peng Zhanglao. Since he has already passed away, please let him go in peace. "
Lu Qian, Li Yijie and Nangong Xue were old acquaintances, the two of them knew that he was a busybody who wished to see the world in chaos. This time he suddenly advocated peace, which was really surprising. Li Yijie did not guess that Wei Xiaobao was trying to appease him; he even thought that Wei Xiaobao hated Cheng Jiahua to the core, so he wanted to personally take revenge.
Yu Shuanglin listened to Lu Qian's long speech. Although his words were polite and seemed to be flattering both of them, it was not difficult to notice that he was worried about him and believed that he would lose to Cheng Jiahua.
He had been fighting and killing in Jianghu for many years, and he had never been afraid of any enemy. Although he had suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Jiang Liechen and had no choice but to live in seclusion deep in the mountains and concentrate on cultivating, he was barely able to rely on his solid foundation to recover more than half of his kung fu. However, the lower half of his body was still numb and unconscious. But this did not dampen his fighting spirit. He thought that in the Wulin world, there were not many strange talents like the Hierarch of the Devil Cult. Even if there were a few, this young man in front of him was definitely not one. He sneered and said, "There's no need for Brother Lu to worry. It's not that easy to take my head."
Lu Qian said, "Even if you want to fight, you should stop when it's time to stop. That's good! Jiahua, Elder Yu is your elder. We can't be impolite. When you fight, you need to know your limits. " When he spoke, he pretended to be sincere and sincere, which made the others suspicious. They thought, "Could it be that this young man is really a hidden expert?"
Cheng Jiahua was impulsive and inexperienced. He did not expect that Lu Qian was deliberately trying to sow discord. Although he felt strange, he still thought that Lu Qian was sincerely praising him. He sneered and said, "I don't have your magnanimity. You just need to open your eyes wide and see clearly how I deal with this pretentious old beggar. "'Shua!' He pulled out his sword and rushed forward to stab Yu Shuanglin's shoulder.
When he was standing still, there was nothing wrong with him. But when he started running, those with some experience could immediately see that his lower body was unstable. His internal energy must be very poor, but they could not rule out the possibility that he was just putting on an act. Looking at his moves, it was almost like he was randomly hacking and stabbing with his sword. His direction was also unclear. They all secretly shook their heads.
Yu Shuanglin sat still in his chair and raised his arm to block. His original intention was to block first and then attack with his other palm. But when he blocked, he felt that his opponent's arm was weak and without the least bit of strength. His heart relaxed and he changed his original plan. He flipped his arm and wrapped it around Yu Shuanglin's arm, locked his wrist, and threw out a punch. Cheng Jiahua's face received a solid punch. Suddenly he shook his sleeve and shot out several small needles toward the space between Yu Shuanglin's eyebrows.
Yu Shuanglin's bamboo crutch was on his right side. If he used his left hand to grab it, his arms would cross and it would be a hindrance. He had no choice but to let go of Cheng Jiahua and use his bamboo crutch to deflect the secret projectiles. Cheng Jiahua took advantage of the fact that his lower body could not move. He suddenly swept his leg horizontally, wanting to kick Lu Qian's chair over.
Yu Shuanglin's hand was holding his crutch. Seeing Cheng Jiahua's sinister move, he was furious. He thought, "Such a young man, yet his heart is so vicious! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't be able to harm the world in the future! "The bamboo crutch spun in the air and shot toward Cheng Jiahua's leg. The attack was so fast that Cheng Jiahua did not have enough time to pull back his leg and change his stance. He could only stare blankly as his knee met the crutch. He was so scared that his hair stood on end. A real man does not fight when the odds are against him. He was about to open his mouth and beg for mercy.
At this critical moment, Cheng Jiahua suddenly felt a strong force behind him, pulling him back. His toes and the tip of the staff narrowly missed each other. Yu Shuanglin used a lot of strength. Although he lost his target, his momentum did not decrease. The bamboo crutch heavily smashed into the ground, shattering several tiles and sending small pebbles flying everywhere. If this crutch really hit Cheng Jiahua's leg, it would be his leg bones that were shattered. Cheng Jiahua was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. Even his tongue could not move freely.
The situation just now was really dangerous. Even Nangong Xue could not help but feel scared for him. The crowd was filled with sighs. Some were glad, some were regretful. Some praised Yu Shuanglin's martial arts. Some said that Cheng Jiahua wanted to use secret projectiles to injure people. Not only was his martial arts not good, his character was also extremely bad.
The most disappointed was Lu Qian. The word 'good' was already on the tip of his tongue. He was waiting for Yu Shuanglin's crutch to hit Cheng Jiahua. He did not expect that Cheng Jiahua would come out unscathed. The peacemaker did not bother to pretend anymore. He loudly complained, "The opponent clearly stated that it was the" Dog Beating Stick Technique ", yet he still wanted to get beaten up. He really brought this upon himself. This kid has already lost an arm. If he also lost a leg, wouldn't it be better for him to have only one arm and one leg? Moreover, there was an agreement before the battle that life and death were up to fate. He should have broken his leg. Why bother meddling in other people's business? "
Yu Shuanglin responded to the discussion around him with a faint smile. His gaze was fixed on Cheng Jiahua. He said, "Cheng Gongzi, do you still dare to talk big this time? Just now, if I did not show mercy, I could have attacked your vitals. Even if I killed you on the spot, it would not be too much. Your skills are not as good as mine. Shouldn't you commit suicide as we agreed? "
Cheng Jiahua gasped for breath. His fear subsided a little and he finally regained the ability to speak. He stubbornly said, "You tricked me. This time does not count. Let's … let's … let's fight again!" Although he said 'fight again', he did not look like he was going to attack. Instead, he shrank back. Yu Shuanglin knew he was afraid, but he did not expose him.
A disciple shouted, "You tricked me and still dare to falsely accuse others? Who used secret projectiles to injure people? How despicable! "Cheng Jiahua happened to hear this. He angrily said," What secret projectiles? I waved the embroidery needle in front of him. He saw it clearly. How is that despicable? Just now … just now I was letting him win! Brother Lu said that I have unlimited potential. If I really used my full strength, this old beggar … he would not be my match! "The last few words were close to shameless.
An Yesun coldly said, "Enough. Do you think you haven't lost enough face? Since you can't beat him, you have lost. Losing by one or two moves is still a loss. You should be thinking about how to win in the future. If you only know how to quibble, who will believe you? "
Yu Shuanglin coldly said, "These few words, they are somewhat convincing. Ha, An Yesun, I didn't expect you to save your disciple. What, you know how to be soft-hearted? "
An Yesun said, "It's rare for someone to acknowledge me as their master. How can you bully him in front of me?" These words were half serious and half joking. Yu Shuanglin ignored him and said, "Good. Now that your disciple has lost to me, what do you say? Shouldn't you give me an explanation for Elder Peng's death? A man should take responsibility for his own actions. If you can take responsibility for your own family, maybe you can establish a bit of prestige in the decent sects. "
An Yesun said, "What a joke. My disciple can't beat you, so does that mean I can't beat you? What kind of logic is that? " Yu Shuanglin said, "The son must pay his father's debts. Since he has acknowledged you as his master and his martial arts are so worthless, at least it shows that you don't know how to teach disciples, right?" An Yesun coldly said, "Elder Yu, you really care too much. How other people teach their disciples, you also want to see something new. Good, you insist that Jiahua is equal to me. Then if you capture him and kill him, isn't that the same as avenging old ghost Peng? "
Yu Shuanglin was at a loss for words; he did not know how to refute. Meng Anying saw the atmosphere between the two of them was at daggers drawn; she was hoping that Li Yijie would be the first to persuade them, but after waiting for a long time, she did not see any movement. She remembered that Li Yijie had been harboring hatred toward An Yesun for a long time, so she did not want to receive his help. Most likely she would stand on Yu Shuanglin's side.
What Meng Anying was most worried about right now was that An Yesun would suddenly go back on his word and not agree to bring everybody into the headquarters. Therefore, before his goal was achieved, he had to be careful in all aspects and comply with everything An Yesun wanted him to do. This time, seeing the two of them were in a deadlock, he thought that he could not ignore it. With great difficulty, he wheeled the boat toward them. With both hands he supported Yu Shuanglin's arm, which was holding the crutch. "Yu Xiong, Yu Xiong," he advised, "Quickly calm down. Right now eliminating the public enemy is the most important thing, resolving personal grievances is the least important thing. Don't tell me you still can't see clearly? Right now we are all treating An Yesun as our ancestor. Please give Ol 'Meng some face and don't quarrel with him anymore. "
Yu Shuanglin's eyes opened wide in anger. "Meng Xiong," he said, "This matter has nothing to do with you, of course you can act as if nothing happened. What if he killed your Huashan Pai disciples? I want to see if you can still be so calm. "
"Peng Zhanglao's great enmity," Meng Anying advised, "As brothers, we won't dare to forget it. It's just that the Devil Cult's headquarters' terrain is extremely complicated, everywhere there are formidable mechanisms. If he is willing to help, we will be able to reduce a lot of casualties. He still has some value to us. When this matter is accomplished, you will naturally be able to seek justice for Peng Zhanglao. If he dares to do something that offends the Heaven and reason, not to mention you, even the entire Wulin world won't stand idly by! "
Only after hearing Meng Anying's promise did Yu Shuanglin slightly believe him. However, he still could not let go of the arrogance in his bones. "When the time comes, we will attack separately," he said, "I will act alone." "Absolutely not," Meng Anying hastily said, "Even if you have someone to look after you, it will be extremely inconvenient for you to move around. How can you travel alone?" "Humph," Yu Shuanglin coldly said, "To deal with the Devil Cult's low-level demons, I don't need to get up to deal with them!"
"Xiongdi is not questioning your martial art skill," Meng Anying said, "But I heard that there is a cliff in the headquarters. Only by throwing iron chains from both ends can one fly over it. Xiongdi Yu, this … no matter how strong your internal energy is, you won't be able to make a chair fly with you, right? If you carelessly lose your life in the headquarters, your death won't be worth it. Then what's the point of talking about revenge? "
Yu Shuanglin thought that what Meng Anying said was reasonable. After being silent for half a day, he replied, "Then I will do as Meng Xiong says."
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