"Fellow Taoist, this is wrong!"
Wei Hu said with a smile on his face, neither humble nor arrogant: "We disciples of the three religions come from the same school. Since these Jie Jiao disciples have no one to discipline them, it is not wrong for me to teach them a lesson as a disciple of the Chan Jiao, right?"
"Now you say that the three religions have the same origin?" Jin Shengyang said angrily: "Just now, didn't you say you were ashamed to associate with us?"
Wei Hu glanced at him, the contempt and disgust in his eyes undisguised.
"What a joke! How dare you, the bullies, to call the Three Religions falsely like you do? In addition, as a direct descendant of the Taoist Orthodox Sect, even if I am just a passing immortal, I meet you oppressing good people here. , it is inevitable to have to take care of it."
Having said this, he turned to look at Huo Ling'er and said, "I just heard that fellow Taoist disciples also encountered these Jie Jiao disciples yesterday who were robbing and cutting paths and oppressing good people. However, as a direct disciple of Jie Jiao, Taoist friend But they turned a blind eye to their actions...I wonder if this is the case?"
"This matter..."
Huo Ling'er opened her mouth, but found that she had nothing to say.
Although she could explain that she was just temporarily soft-hearted and temporarily spared Jin Shengyang and others and allowed them to come to hunt for treasures, but such words were tantamount to losing her own prestige, but if she did not explain, it would seem that she was really indulging in these things. Stop the disciples from doing evil.
Everything was wrong, and she was at a loss for a moment.
After all, she is still the Huo Ling'er who is not deeply involved in the world, and is not the Fire Spirit Madonna who has gained great fame through experience and sophistication.
That's why she came full of anger and wanted to cause trouble for Wei Hu, but the other party put the responsibility on herself in a few words.
At this moment, a golden cloud flashed three feet away from her.
The golden light dispersed, revealing a huge five-cloud camel with golden eyes.
At the same time, a somewhat lazy voice sounded: "This matter has nothing to do with you, a disciple of the Chan Cult! A dog is like a mouse, so mind your own business!"
Hearing this voice, Huo Ling'er, who was already at a loss, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Um?"
Wei Hu followed the sound and saw a young man wearing a light blue cloud-patterned Taoist robe and a Five-Mountain Crown on his head, reclining on the broad and flat back of the golden-eyed Five-Cloud Camel, with his upper body leaning on the hump and holding a stick in his mouth. The gray-brown straw stick was looking at himself lazily.
A top-grade Xuanxian?
Wei Hu frowned slightly.
He has cultivated Yuqing Divine Eyes, so even the Golden Immortal can't even think of hiding his true Taoism in front of him.
Therefore, he was very sure that the young man in front of him was a top-grade Xuanxian.
But how could a top-grade Xuanxian have the courage to speak arrogantly and provoke himself?
While he was doubting, Master Xuanyang's message came again, providing him with information in time.
After listening to Master Xuanyang's voice transmission, Wei Hu suddenly said: "So you are the Yu Yuan who wants to send your fellow disciples to heaven to become gods! I heard that you are born with supernatural power, but in the realm of Xuanyang, you can rival the heavenly immortals. Today! See, it is indeed a bit extraordinary.
But you just said that I am nosy, but you don’t know where to start, you know..."
"Where do you get all this nonsense?"
Yu Yuan interrupted Wei Hu's words unceremoniously, "The ancient rules, there are only two words for right and wrong, one horizontal and one vertical. The winner stays standing, the loser falls down!"
"This statement is quite new."
Wei Hu smiled slightly and looked at Yu Yuandao: "Since fellow Taoist is interested, let's make some comparisons to see who is standing and who will fall!"
He was already as confident as anyone present, and now that this top-level Xuanxian who relied on his natural power dared to speak arrogantly, he didn't mind teaching him a lesson.
At this time, Yu Yuan glanced at him doubtfully, "You want to compete with me? Who gave you the courage?"
Wei Hu's expression froze slightly, but he still smiled and said, "Do you not dare, fellow Taoist?"
"hehe……"
Yu Yuan chuckled twice, naturally he would not be provoked by such a pediatric-level provocation.
He didn't reply. He turned to look at Huo Ling'er and said angrily: "Didn't I tell you to talk less and do more? If you don't listen to me, will you be blocked? You deserve it!"
After being scolded by him, Huo Ling'er nodded aggrievedly.
Wei Hu frowned slightly, as if he couldn't figure out why she, an immortal golden immortal, would let a high-level mysterious immortal reprimand her.
Not only him, but all the gods and gods present, including Jin Shengyang and other Jie Jiao disciples, were a little surprised. In the end, it can only be attributed to the fact that the two grew up together and practiced together, so they have a close relationship.
This also caused many people to cast envious glances at Yu Yuan.
What kind of luck must it be to have an immortal golden immortal obey your words?
Yu Yuan didn't know what they were thinking, and even if he knew, he wouldn't take it to heart.
Seeing that Huo Ling'er had a good attitude towards admitting her mistake, she didn't say anything more. She turned back to look at Wei Hu and said, "If you want to challenge me, defeat her first."
"challenge?"
Wei Hu laughed and thought Yu Yuan was just a pig with a green onion stuck in its nose, pretending to be an elephant.
However, in his eyes, only the Immortal Golden Immortal Madonna of the Fire Spirit was worthy of his action.
Therefore, he nodded and said with a smile: "That's fine, I'm also trying to learn how to intercept the Golden Immortal."
As he spoke, the demon-conquering treasured pestle appeared again in his right hand, and he bowed to Huo Ling'er, "This poor Taoist has offended me."
Huo Ling'er didn't say a word this time and directly urged Jinxia Guan.
Wei Hu felt the golden light in front of his eyes surge, stinging his eyes with severe pain, causing him to close his eyes and retreat involuntarily. At the same time, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart, and he suddenly swung the demon-conquering pestle forward.
"Dang!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing exploded like thunder.
Wei Hu felt a huge force coming, and the demon-conquering pestle, which had always been unfavorable, flew away from his hand. He was so shocked that he quickly opened his eyes, ignoring the pain from the golden light that stung his eyes, and quickly pressed his fingers, He yelled loudly: "Sick!"
After all, the demon-conquering pestle was a psychic treasure. Even though it was taken away, it was not out of his control.
At this moment, he used the magic formula to activate it, and the demon-conquering treasure pestle suddenly surged tens of millions of times, suppressing it like a hill towards the source of the vast golden light.
"Ding Dong!"
Two crisp cries sounded in the golden light, and then two sharp swords were seen shooting out from the golden light, like two silver dragons facing the Demon-Conquering Treasure Pestle.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"
A series of sounds of gold and iron clashing sounded.
Wei Hu sacrificed the magic pestle, and Huo Ling'er sacrificed Tai'a's double swords. The two fought fiercely, and more than a hundred rounds had passed in the blink of an eye.
Because the golden light emitted by the golden cloud crown on Huo Ling'er's head was so dazzling that everyone couldn't open their eyes at all, and they could only capture the fight between the two with their spiritual thoughts.
However, the one with the highest level of Taoism among them is only in the Heavenly Immortal Realm. How can they capture the scene of two Golden Immortal masters fighting?
Therefore, only Yu Yuan himself could silently appreciate this wonderful battle.
He leaned on the hump, puffing away smoke while opening his eyes to look at the battlefield in the sky.
The golden light of the Golden Cloud Crown could make even the Golden Immortal blind, but it had no effect on him at all.
As he expected, Wei Hu was indeed very strong, and the demon-conquering pestle in his hand was also very powerful, but he was not a true Golden Immortal after all.
He could easily defeat Jin Shengyang and other Jie Jiao disciples with the Demon Subduing Pestle, but he could not be a match for Huo Ling'er, the real immortal golden immortal!
After all, when it comes to treasures, Huo Ling'er is just a lot better than him, only stronger but not weaker!
After persisting for nearly two hundred rounds, Wei Hu finally couldn't bear it anymore and gradually fell into a disadvantage.
After all, it takes a lot of mana to activate a high-grade spiritual treasure like the Demon-Subduing Pestle. He is proud enough that a high-grade immortal can support it until now.
By nearly 300 rounds, Wei Hu could only parry and had no chance to fight back. He was in danger under Huo Ling'er's Tai'a swords.
This third-generation disciple of the Chan Cult, who had always been neither humble nor arrogant, but had an extraordinary bearing, finally panicked.
Especially when he saw the two silver dragons transformed by Tai'a's swords flying up and down, biting towards him after the magic weapon pestle that fell from the sky, he could no longer maintain the power of being the direct descendant of the Chan Sect. Pride and determination, fear began to show in his eyes.
Once fear comes, it can't go away!
This is the instinct of living things.
Only by experiencing life and death and seeing through life and death can we be free from fear of life and death.
Although Wei Hu is profound and is only one step away from becoming a golden immortal, he obviously has not yet reached the state where he is not afraid of life and death.
When Tai'a's swords turned into silver dragons and killed him again, the defense in his heart finally collapsed.
After narrowly avoiding being strangled by the silver dragon, he shook his hand and threw out a sound-transmitting orb and shattered it.
The powder of the sound-transmitting orb quickly condensed into an illusory young man, with delicate eyebrows and fair face. He was dressed in a white robe, with a golden crown binding his hair, a silk ribbon girdling his waist, and walking shoes on the clouds. The whole person looked handsome, handsome, and majestic.
The most eye-catching thing is that there is a silver-white vertical line between his eyebrows, which looks like a mysterious avenue rune or a closed eye.
As soon as he saw the handsome young man, Wei Hu immediately seemed to grab a life-saving straw and shouted loudly:
"Junior Brother Yang Jian, come and save me!"
