Master, are you being beaten? ! "
In the White Horse Academy, Cheng Ru and a group of disciples looked at Zhang Lanjiang who was in a state of embarrassment outside the academy, their eyes were dull and they couldn't believe it.
What did they see? Zhang Lanjiang, the majestic master of White Horse Academy, one of the top Tongxuan experts in Luoshui, who was known as a righteous man, was actually being beaten.
Even if he was beaten, he was still beaten violently by Wang Luo (rì), who was not as strong as him, and he had no chance to fight back!
Blinded their dog eyes.
"Mountain Master, are you beating someone?!"
At the foot of the mountain, the disciples of Luoshan were also dumbfounded, with faces full of surprise.
But behind this surprise, there was shock, and more importantly, ecstasy.
Although Luoshan, together with White Horse Academy and Blood Shadow Shrine, are known as the three major sects in Luoshui, they have always been outnumbered by White Horse Academy and Blood Shadow Shrine. Why? It's because there are experts in the Tongxuan realm in White Horse Academy and Blood Shadow Palace, but they only have one and a half-step Tongxuan in Luoshan.
Half-step to Tongxuan sounds the same as Tongxuan, but the difference of half-step is a world of difference.
But now, their mountain master of Luoshan, Wang Luo, who is half-way to the Xuan realm, is suppressing Zhang Lanjiang, who is in the Tongxuan realm. What does this mean? What does it mean for their mountain master of Luoshan? , not Tongxuan, but better than Tongxuan.
In this way, when they go out in the future, who would dare to say that there is no strong Tongxuan person in Luoshan? See if the disciples of White Horse Academy still dare to laugh at them?
Our master of White Horse Academy is a master of Tongxuan, with a profound realm. I’m sorry, but he was beaten by our mountain master!
Our master of White Horse Academy can call upon the wind and rain, and his breath can turn into thunder. Sorry, he was beaten by our mountain master!
Our master of White Horse Academy is rich in knowledge and talents. He is a disciple of a saint. I’m sorry, but he was beaten by our mountain master!
Thinking about it makes me excited.
The disciples of Baima Academy were puzzled, the disciples of Luoshan were happy, and Zhang Lanjiang was depressed.
His strength is obviously much stronger than Wang Luo (rì), but under the influence and suppression of Zi Qi, either his Qi is stagnant or his Gang Qi is not running smoothly. Even his consciousness and reaction become worse as time goes by. A little slow, and I have some strength, but I can't use it.
Not only him, but even the power of the Bafang Wind and Rain Bell was affected and suppressed.
Obviously, the culprit is the Purple Qi Donglai Monument in the sky.
In fact, this was also the first time he saw the true power of the Purple Qi Donglai Monument.
The Ziqi Donglai stele is regarded as the most precious treasure of Luoshan Mountain and a soul-enchanting weapon, so it naturally has a great reputation.
According to legend, the Purple Air from the East Stele was made by the founder of Luoshan Mountain by intercepting a wisp of innate purple energy between heaven and earth. The innate purple energy does not enter the five elements, but is a symbol of the emperor, and all things see it and surrender.
The Purple Qi Donglai Monument, which is refined from the innate purple energy, is not good at attacking, but it has outstanding power. If it falls into the innate purple energy, its strength will be suppressed, and it will not survive.
However, he had only heard of his name before, but had never seen his face, so he also had doubts about the power of the Ziqi Donglai Monument, thinking that it was just rumors spread by others, or Luoshan was deliberately using it to promote himself. .
Therefore, if there was no precaution before, the result would be tragic.
"boom"
In a flash of thought, Wang Luo punched the Bafang Wind and Rain Bell again. The shadow of the bell swayed, and the bell rang like a whistle, creating ripples of sound waves. Zhang Lanjiang flew out without any accident and hit a mountain. On the hill, the whole hill exploded.
"Haoran's righteous Zhang Lanjiang is nothing more than this! Hahaha..."
After punching Zhang Lanjiang away, Wang Luo crossed his arms and laughed loudly, arrogantly and wantonly.
Of course, he also has the ability to be arrogant. With the Ziqi Donglai Monument here, he can be invincible. If he doesn't take the opportunity to ridicule the opponent, how can he regain the face he just got beaten?
In addition, although the Purple Qi Donglai Monument is powerful, it consumes a lot of money, and the innate purple energy also has a certain suppressive effect on him. Although it is not as obvious as Zhang Lanjiang, it is still there. This is also a major flaw of the Purple Qi Donglai Monument.
Therefore, he had to stop and take a moment to replenish his own consumption.
"Wang Luo (rì), don't be arrogant. You are just relying on the sect's legacy and foreign objects. Do you really think you are invincible?" Zhang Lanjiang slowly walked out of the smoke, holding the Bafang Wind and Rain Bell in his left hand. The wind and rain bells in all directions rotate slowly, and the wind and rain are like darkness, blowing away the smoke and dust.
"Haha... I don't dare to claim that I am invincible in the world." Wang Luo (rì) said with a wanton smile: "But it is more than enough to deal with you."
"Zhang Lanjiang, I'm going to let you know today that I will never be humiliated!"
"My king Luo (rì) cannot be humiliated!"
"Wang Luo (rì), you are too arrogant. Do you really think that you can act recklessly in my White Horse Academy just by relying on the Purple Qi East Monument?"
Zhang Lanjiang snorted coldly: "Today, I will let you know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world!"
After saying this, Zhang Lanjiang put away the Bafang Wind and Rain Bell, turned around, with his back to Wang Luo (rì), and faced the White Horse Academy. He brushed off the dust on his face with his hand and wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief. The movements are slow and serious, meticulous and solemn.
Like seeing a saint.
Seeing Zhang Lanjiang's actions, Wang Luo (rì) was puzzled at first, but then he felt uneasy in his heart.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Wang Luo (rì) roared angrily, (shēn) as big as (rì), and rushed straight towards Zhang Lanjiang.
Since you are uneasy, strike first.
However, Zhang Lanjiang, who was standing with his back to Wang Luo (rì), did not seem to feel Wang Luo (rì)'s actions, and seemed not to care. He remained solemn (qíng), held his hands in vain, and bowed (shēn) to White Horse Academy. Bow three times and perform the three ancient rituals.
The three rites are ancient Confucian rites. Children meet their parents, students meet their teachers, and Confucians meet sages. This is a noble etiquette.
"Please give me a note from a saint..."
Following Zhang Lanjiang's voice, a stream of light suddenly flew out.
The stream of light was simple and unpretentious, but extremely fast. As if it spanned time and space, the late king appeared beside Zhang Lanjiang in a single step. It was a broken book.
At the same time, Wang Luo's punch hit the book.
A layer of soft white light appeared on the broken book. The white light seemed soft and fragile, with no power. However, Wang Luo's fist fell on the white light, but it kept disappearing. Then, without waiting for his reaction, the white light Gently spreading outward by an inch, Wang Luo (rì) was like dust, being brushed away, staggering back, and only stopped after more than ten steps.
Wang Luo (rì) looked ugly, staring at the broken book with a trace of fear in his eyes.
Although the previous ray of white light did not cause any harm to him, he felt a terrifying and irresistible power from it.
At this time, Zhang Lanjiang turned around and reached out to catch the book in the air. The white light on the book slowly dissipated, revealing its true appearance.
The book is wrinkled and torn, and the cover is still stained with black ink stains. In the middle of the cover, there are seven words "Annotations on Tianyong Fengwu Zhi" written in ancient seal script.
No matter how you look at it, this tattered book looks like a long-standing local history that has been read countless times. There is nothing special about it.
But it happened that it was this book with nothing special that (bī) retreated from Wang Luo (rì).
"What on earth is this?" Wang pursed his lips, his expression solemn.
Zhang Lanjiang held the broken book and said slowly: "These are the notes of the saint. Your Luoshan has the legacy of the sect, and I, the White Horse Academy, also have the blessing of the saints."
"Wang Luo (rì), I, the White Horse Academy, cannot be humiliated!"
"The land of saints and sages does not allow you to be so presumptuous!"
"Hahaha... what a dog (pì) saint's handbook, it's just a broken book. Look at me if I don't burn it."
Wang Luo (rì) showed disdain on his face, but his attack was thunderous. He despised the enemy strategically and valued the enemy tactically.
Wang Luo (rì) took a step forward, made a fist with his right hand, and extended it forward.
It was unremarkable at first, but every time it was extended forward an inch, the fist would be raised half a foot, and the power of the fist would become stronger, like a blue sun rising slowly from the horizon.
After three inches, the fist is higher than the top of the head, (rì) rising to the sky.
In the center of the big (rì), there is a stone tablet, the Ziqi Donglai tablet.
The Purple Qi Donglai stele swayed slightly, and the rich purple energy overflowed from the stele. The sun turned purple, the light turned purple, and the eastern sky turned purple.
(rì) Ascending to the middle of the sky, purple air comes from the east.
The next moment, the fist fell, the sky fell, and the sky fell.
Under the sun transformed into the Purple Qi Donglai Monument, a terrifying pressure and aura filled the air, all spirits surrendered, and the earth trembled.
Everyone, including the disciples of White Horse Academy and the disciples of Luoshan, felt suffocated and oppressed, their energy was stagnant, their souls were trembling, and they couldn't muster any courage to resist.
"It's shameless to talk big."
Zhang Lanjiang could naturally feel the suppression of the Purple Qi Donglai Monument in the air, but he was not afraid at all. He held the saint's letter in his hand, slightly higher than half an inch above his head.
Higher than the head, paying homage to the saints.
"Students respectfully ask the saint to take action and bless the holy land of our academy."
"Crash..."
The next moment, the sage's letters in Zhang Lanjiang's hand were turned by themselves without wind, and the pages were turning with a sound that was clear and sweet, like the sound of wind or rain.
The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, the beauty of mountains and water and the beauty of human beings.
As the pages of the book turned, individual figures came out of the book. There were men and women, old and young. The figures were graceful, talking and laughing, and the wind of heaven and earth was in the world.
Behind the human world, there are mountains, either delicate and delicate, or towering and steep; mountain barriers, and rivers like jade belts, passing through the mountains and ridges, and surrounding the city.
Among the mountains and rivers, birds and beasts chirped and jumped in strange ways.
Mountains, rivers, birds, beasts and the human world are drawn into a slowly unfolding ink painting, with splendid beauty and thousands of different styles.
What a beautiful picture of the mountains and rivers of the world.
Purple energy comes from the east, and all spirits surrender, but it cannot do anything to the mountains, rivers, and human beings.
The mountains and rivers are moving, the rivers are rushing, and the world is chaotic. Under the scroll of mountains and rivers, the purple air is floating, the fist power is eliminated, the pressure and terror in the sky disappear, leaving only tranquility and peace, the heaven, earth, mountains, rivers and the human world.
"This...how is this possible? How can your broken book suppress my Purple Qi Donglai Monument?"
Feeling that the power on the Ziqi Donglai Monument was getting weaker and weaker, Wang Luo's eyes widened in disbelief.
Even though he paid enough attention to the Saint's Codex, he still didn't expect that the Saint's Codex was so powerful and could suppress his Purple Qi Donglai Monument?
Obviously, the saint's handbook is also a soul-enchanting weapon, and it is of a higher grade.
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