The atmosphere in the hall instantly became depressing and dull.
Teng Hu calmed his mind and secretly used his profound energy to alleviate the violent shock in the soul sea.
Just now, he struck with all his strength with the intention of death, because from the moment he decided to step into the gate of the imperial city, he had already failed.
His failure may be due to Nangong Shuo's careful arrangements, but it is more of his own choice.
From the beginning, he guessed that Nangong Shuo would not be able to compromise so easily, not to mention that he did not leave the city to surrender, but only opened the city gate wide, and he walked into his arrangement willingly.
However, the appearance of Wan Zhentian completely shattered his plan. Even if he risked his life to do what he wanted to do, it was now impossible to do it.
However, he was repulsed by Wei Tianhao in one turn and was about to die on the spot.
Wei Tianhao suddenly stopped and froze on the spot, which surprised Teng Hu.
"Uncle Master, how could you not call me when you came to Kyoto to fight!"
Hearing Nangong Yun's voice from behind, Teng Hu suddenly realized, but in an instant he frowned deeply.
Presumably Wei Tianhao suddenly stopped because of Nangong Yun's appearance. He must have thought that Nangong Yun was his helping hand.
However, Teng Hu didn't have any hope in his heart.
Because he knew that Nangong Yun had not been able to practice since he was a child. Nowadays, the ability to be slightly stronger than ordinary people is already the limit. It is probably a bit unrealistic to expect him to help him.
"Why did you come to Kyoto?"
Teng Hu still asked doubtfully. He left Fengming Mountain half a year ago and has been busy planning to assemble an army. Naturally, he didn't know what happened on the mountain after he left.
"Uncle Master, you are seriously injured. Take a Qing Yuan Dan to adjust your breathing first!"
As he spoke, Nangong Yun took out a small red medicine bottle from his arms, opened the bottle cap, poured out a crystal clear Qingyuan Pill in his palm, and stepped forward to deliver it to Teng Hu.
Looking at the Qingyuan Pill in front of him and the white and tender palm, Teng Hu felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
He grabbed the pills and stuffed them into his mouth. Now was not the time for love between children. Every time he was injured and returned to Fengming Mountain to recuperate, wasn't Nangong Yun always taking care of him like this!
"You'd better leave as soon as possible, things here have nothing to do with you!"
Teng Hu said coldly, because he was already certain to lose in the current situation, so why bother involving Nangong Yun anymore.
"Uncle Master, no matter what you do, I won't leave!"
Nangong Yun insisted that although he didn't know why his uncle was here, he knew Wu Tianfang and Wei Tianhao from the Wanxiang Gate in the palace.
What's more, Wei Tianhao injured his uncle, and with his attire, he could basically guess the current situation.
Thinking about it, the master's uncle must be related to the army outside the city, but the people from Wanxiang Sect suddenly got involved, and the master's uncle may have encountered a lot of trouble.
Moreover, the old man beside Wu Tianfang on the high platform in the center of the hall caught Nangong Yun's attention from the beginning.
The old man must have been aware of him. It was because of him when he was outside the city and when he entered the palace just now that he avoided everything.
If this old man is right, he should be Wan Zhentian, the master of Wanxiang Sect.
Seeing his calm demeanor and bright eyes, looking at him with interest and looking up and down, Nangong Yun knew that he recognized him.
Just now, Lord Huo sensed the impact of profound energy in the hall and confirmed that it was Master Tenghu, so Nangong Yun had no choice but to take the risk and come to find out.
However, Nangong Yun did not have any confidence to face a star-level powerhouse like Wan Zhentian.
After all, the strength gap between him and Wan Zhentian is too big. Even if he has the cultivation level of the peak soul, he cannot compete with the star realm, let alone Wan Zhentian who has reached the fifth level of the star and condensed the heart of the star.
He has been with Master Huo for so many years, so he naturally knows the strength of the powerful people in the star realm. However, now that the life of Master Tenghu is at stake, he cannot stand idly by no matter what.
Immediately, Nangong Yun said to Wan Zhentian.
"I don't care what grudges you have between you, this is my uncle, you can't even think of hurting him!"
Nangong Yun said and stood up to protect Teng Hu.
"hehe......"
Wan Zhentian smiled happily, stroking his white beard proudly, looking at the young man carefully, and said.
"It seems that I made a mistake and mistook the young heroes of Fengming Mountain for ordinary people."
Wan Zhentian's words proved all of Master Huo's previous judgments.
Sure enough, Wan Zhentian's strength is unfathomable, but Nangong Yun will still do his best to protect his uncle Zhou Quan.
Teng Hu looked at the thin and immature Nangong Yun in front of him, and his heart shrank. The scenes from fifteen years ago seemed to come back to him.
This boy was the pawn he used to protect the prince, and he even risked the lives of everyone in their village for it. Tenghu had never forgotten his hatred and anger for a moment in all these years.
However, Nangong Yun was the only one who was a thorn in his heart, a thorn that penetrated the deepest part of his heart and could never be pulled out.
Maybe it's a debt, maybe it's regret, or maybe it's something you want to make up for because of repentance.
In short, he gradually lost the courage to face Nangong Yun, especially when he was injured. The young Nangong Yun would always send soup to his bedside, and it had been like this for so many years.
Naturally, Nangong Yun did not see the many expression changes that passed over the face of his uncle behind him. He stared at Wan Zhentian, as if Wu Tianfang and Wei Tianhao who were present did not exist at all.
Of course, the two of them can indeed be ignored in Nangong Yun's eyes today.
However, Wu Tianfang and Wei Tianhao didn't think so. They were shocked as soon as they entered the palace from Nangong Yun.
Didn't this kid get a slap from him secretly?
An ordinary person with no cultivation level survived the charged palm of an eighth-level Yuanhun practitioner!
This is really hell!
"You hid it really deep!"
Wu Tianfang looked at Nangong Yun with a strange expression and said.
Nangong Yun shrugged and said with a helpless smile.
"I'm not hiding anything, you're just as stupid as a pig or a dog!"
After hearing Nangong Yun's words, Wu Tianfang and Wei Tianhao were naturally very angry.
However, Wan Zhentian's expression was not much better. Nangong Yun's words called all three of them pigs and dogs!
However, Wan Zhentian was the leader of the Wanxiang Sect after all, and he had to at least maintain his image as the overlord of his side. He couldn't break up with a young man and start shouting at each other like a street shrew.
Wan Zhentian said coldly with a livid face.
"You kid, your skills are a bit weird. Release the spirit statue and let me see what state you are in!"
"I can't form a spiritual image!"
Nangong Yun said frankly that today's battle is unavoidable anyway, and it would be good to buy a little more time for his uncle to adjust his breathing and recover, and then started to argue with Wan Zhentian.
"Then why don't you release your spirit statue first and let me see what state you are in!"
Wan Zhentian's already livid face was now turning purple.
Is this kid out of his mind? Wan Zhentian was so angry that he wanted to laugh.
"Okay, okay, I will indulge you for a while today."
Immediately, a wolf-shaped spiritual statue with a height of ten feet appeared behind Wan Zhentian.
With purple-black mane, strong and powerful limbs, claws as red as blood, and a sharp cone-shaped tentacle on its head, its blood-red eyes exude a dazzling light. This wolf-shaped spirit looks majestic at first glance. The momentum is compelling.
"How's it going? Are you satisfied with this one-horned silver wolf statue?"
The faces of Wu Tianfang and Wei Tianhao on the side were full of admiration and adoration. The master rarely fought with others since he entered the Star Realm. Even if they fought, it was impossible to force him to release the spirit statue to fight.
Fifteen years ago, even the one-horned silver wolf was not used in the battle with Master Huang He of Fengming Mountain, but today they were just fighting against a brat. They suddenly felt very unbalanced in their hearts. Could it be that this brat He is the master’s good disciple!
Of course, Wan Zhentian didn't suddenly lose his mind and actually "loved" Nangong Yun.
Rather, Nangong Yun just called Master Tenghu, but he had already heard about the two useless disciples Yuyang and Lingzhi in Fengming Mountain.
Then this young man should be Huang He's direct disciple, so he shouldn't be an ordinary person.
Moreover, Wan Zhentian has reached the fifth level of the stars. With the heart of the stars activated, he can vaguely detect that the young man in front of him has the aura of soul power, although he really cannot detect the soul power in the other person's body. fluctuation.
But he was convinced that this young man must be a cultivator!
This aroused Wan Zhentian's interest even more. Judging from the fact that he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, it is already unparalleled that he can reach the third or fourth level of Yuanhun in the realm of cultivation, but he can make it impossible for him to detect His soul power fluctuates, what kind of cultivation method is this, and it is so magical.
Wan Zhentian attributed the incomprehensible phenomenon in Nangong Yun to a magical technique, which was indeed in line with the understanding of all the powerful practitioners in Yuanhun Continent.
Because all cultivators on Yuanhun Continent know that only when the soul of life is awakened can one practice, and only by cultivating can one condense a spiritual image.
Therefore, Wan Zhentian wanted to talk to Nangong Yun "happily".
Although he could have beaten Nangong Yun half to death, and then slowly forced him to hand over his skills, but doing so would obviously lose his noble status as a leader.
After all, this palace hall is quite majestic...and clean. If he made it a mess with blood splattering everywhere, it would be a bit of a disgrace to the king of the country, Nangong Shuo.
"Oh, it's not that bad!"
Naturally, Nangong Yun didn't know that Wan Zhentian had so many twists and turns in his heart in just this moment, which almost turned his wealth upside down.
"You bitch... uh... brat, Master, he thinks that you are young and ignorant and don't have the same experience as you, so why don't you answer Master's questions respectfully!"
Wu Tianfang on the side yelled angrily at Nangong Yun. He almost couldn't help but curse, if Wan Zhentian hadn't glanced at him from the corner of his eye.
However, he really couldn't stand Nangong Yun's face, and he was almost acting coquettishly in front of his master.
Even if he put jealousy aside, he is almost sick to his core.
Nangong Yun curled his lips and said disdainfully.
"It's just a local dog, what's so strange about it!"
After saying that, he secretly used his mysterious power to condense the spirit statue.
The same wolf-shaped spirit appeared behind Nangong Yun, with purple-black mane, strong and powerful limbs, and sharp claws as red as blood. It also had a sharp cone-shaped tentacle on its head.
Everyone present was dumbfounded. Of course, Nangong Shuo was lighter because he didn't know how to practice and was a layman.
As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.
Although Wan Zhentian was almost shocked, he was the first to recover, but his heart was filled with turmoil.
"This boy must die!"
