Li Xiuyuan looked at the sky quietly and suddenly said: "They have lost two games, what else do you want from me?"
He did not say this to Duanmu Tianfeng, nor to the two masters behind the crowd, nor to Situ Tianxing on the viewing platform.
He was telling God in Xuanwu Continent.
He believed that here, just like the Shura Heaven Realm, there must be a guy who could understand his words and watch everything silently from the Nine Heavens.
The Holy Land is unreasonable, he has learned this more than once.
Even when he was in Tianyun Mountain, he had experienced the unreasonable behavior of two holy places.
He executed two fatal moves and released a lot of the evil energy from his body.
After regaining some clarity, he knew that he would not be able to fight against a Holy Land elder in the Mahayana realm.
With his two masters under the high platform, there was no need for him to take action.
But until the last moment, he didn't want to involve Tianyun Holy Land. Even if the two of them were his masters, he still didn't want to.
Because he doesn’t want to step into Tianyun Holy Land again!
He doesn't want to get involved with any of the four holy lands and three major snow-capped mountains in Xuanwu Continent!
Tired of the fighting here, he wanted to save his energy to face his own problems.
"When the Holy Land is unreasonable, it chills that little guy's heart." On the Meishan Mountain, the old monk looked at Yun Tianhong and said quietly.
Yun Tianhong glanced at him and said coldly: "Aren't they just relying on their big fists to dominate the world?"
The old monk nodded and said with a smile: "Junior sister, you don't have to be unreasonable."
Yun Tianhong was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said: "Yes, who said that saints must be reasonable... After all, even God can't stand it."
Lao Shang nodded and said softly: "Then please take action, junior sister, follow the way of heaven and act on behalf of heaven..."
Duanmu Tianfeng listened to Li Xiuyuan's words, looked at him and shouted sternly: "You ask the sky? Do you know that in the Xuanwu land, I am the sky!"
Li Xiuyuan did not look back at him yet, but said calmly: "Look, he said he is the sky!"
"Boom!" There was a sound, and another spring thunder exploded on the high platform.
Everyone was stunned, not knowing whether this was Loulan's spring thunder or God's warning to the Heavenly Dragon Holy Land.
Duanmu Tianfeng was stunned, stretched out his hand to stroke his white beard, looked at Li Xiuyuan and laughed: "Here in Loulan City, you are just a casual cultivator, can you reason with me?"
Before he could finish his words, the pattering spring rain in the sky suddenly stopped.
At the moment when everyone was inexplicably surprised, Li Xiuyuan said coldly: "Although I am just a casual cultivator, I know how to follow nature, but you have lost the law of nature!"
Looking at the sky quietly, Li Xiuyuan mocked: "Evil thoughts have evil consequences, and they bear fruit, don't you think?"
When Duanmu Tianji heard this, he was so angry that his body trembled slightly. He pointed at the sky and shouted: "The sky is there, you let him attack me!"
The sky is there, you let him hack me! !
The sky is there, you let him hack me! !
These words were like thunder, hitting the heads of thousands of people watching.
Even if the monks from the Holy Land lost two games, they were still unreasonable as the Heavenly Dragon Holy Land and the elders.
Because he has big fists, he can be unreasonable.
Just when Nalan Ruoyu couldn't bear it anymore and was about to rush out...
"Boom!" There was an earth-shattering sound, and a thunderous sound that destroyed the world!
A bolt of thunder that looked like a golden sword suddenly fell from the sky and struck Duanmu Tianfeng on the head without any warning!
Even the seventh elder of the Heavenly Dragon Holy Land in the Mahayana realm was knocked to the ground heavily.
In the stunned silence of thousands of people, the seventh elder of the Tianlong Holy Land, a middle-level Mahayana cultivator, was struck to the ground by a thunderbolt that descended from the sky.
Duanmu Tianfeng's long black and white hair was split open, looking like a ghost!
Like the eldest elder of the Wang family on Tagge Snow Mountain, one of Duanmu Tianfeng's arms was transformed into a golden sword by lightning.
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Cut into two pieces.
The severed arm fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and was chopped into pieces under the thunder!
Situ Tianxing, who was standing on the auditorium, was so frightened that he sat back on his chair and was speechless for a long time.
Nalan Ruoyu, who was also at the pinnacle of Mahayana cultivation, looked at Duanmu Tianfeng on the high platform and was so scared that she covered her chest and couldn't say a word.
Meng Shentong, who put away his umbrella, looked up at the sky and said two words softly.
Duanmu Fei and his two senior brothers were too frightened to speak.
That's the Seventh Elder of Tianlong Holy Land, an elder in the Mahayana Realm?
Just because he said a few wrong words, he was struck to the ground by thunder from heaven.
Respect God? Duanmu Fei looked at his two senior brothers and thought that the Heavenly Dragon Holy Land has always been higher than the sky. Who really fears the heaven and the earth?
Duanmu Tianfeng, who had disheveled hair and looked like a fierce ghost, pointed at Li Xiuyuan and screamed: "You are not a human, you are a devil!"
Until this moment, Li Xiuyuan still didn't look at him. Instead, he looked up at the sky and said quietly: "Thank you."
The clouds passed through the sky, and Yun Tianhong's cold face appeared in the sky.
There was a bang, and Situ Tianxing on the viewing platform was startled. He quickly knelt down and kowtowed and shouted loudly: "Loulan City Lord Situ Tianxing has seen the female saint!"
The words follow the law, and the sky shows his face. This is the majesty that can only be possessed by the legendary saints in Xuanwu Continent!
For a time, thousands of people on the high platform knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
Even Nalan Ruoyu had to pull Chen Xiaoyan and three others to kneel down on the ground and salute the saint in the sky.
Duanmu Tianfeng, who was lying on the ground, was so frightened that he could not speak. Even if he was in Tianlong Holy Land, he had never seen the legendary saint.
Up and down the high platform, only two people did not kneel down.
One person was Meng Shentong, who was standing quietly with his hands behind his hands. He just cupped his hands with Yun Tianhong in the sky, which was regarded as a greeting.
One of them was Li Xiuyuan on the high platform. Looking at the sudden appearance of the owner of Meishan, he forgot the pain on his body for a moment and murmured a few words softly with his mouth open.
Yun Tianhong, who was above Jiutian, showed no expression when he heard it. He just nodded to him to show that he understood.
Ignoring the people who were kneeling and worshiping on the high platform, Yun Tianhong said coldly: "If you are unreasonable in a holy land, you can bring disaster to the people."
When Duanmu Tianfeng heard this, he was so frightened that he lay down on the high platform and did not dare to reply.
Yun Tianhong continued: "When a saint is unreasonable... you go back and tell Duanmu Chengqian that I don't mind leaving only three holy places in Xuanwu Continent!"
There was a roar, like a thunderbolt falling on the head of the person. The saint's words were equivalent to the heavenly way of Xuanwu Continent, which scared countless monks.
Duanmu Qingyun was so frightened that he couldn't speak. Today's disaster was caused by him. If Tianlong Holy Land was really destroyed by the saint, he would not be able to erase his guilt even if he died ten times.
Duanmu Tianfeng on the high platform was even more frightened and speechless.
This is a saint who has not appeared for thousands of years. When a saint appears, he clearly stands in the position of a young man.
At that moment, he had long forgotten the pain of the wound, and was so frightened that he shouted: "I deserve death for my crime. Please let the Holy Land go. This matter happened because of us and has nothing to do with the Holy Land!"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, turned around and walked under the high platform.
Just as everyone was trembling, a young man covered in blood walked down the platform. After walking around the crowd, he reached out and pulled up Nalan Ruoyu and Chen Xiaoyan, and walked quietly to the city lord's mansion with Meng Rentong and others.
"Go back and tell Duanmu Chengqian that if you don't love others with respect to God and God, you don't want to give up this holy land!"
The female saint's warning came from the sky again, and everyone was frightened and shouted "confirmation" three times again.
Duanmu Tianfeng was even more frightened and trembling. After what happened today, he would never want to come to Loulan again for the rest of his life.
This was Duanmu Fei's first time to face the saint directly, Tag Snow Mountain because he entered the passage early.
He was not able to witness the battle between Li Xiuyuan and Elder Wang, let alone the subsequent scene of the saint's death.
If he had experienced the anger of the saint on the snow-capped mountains, he would probably
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Even if he was beaten to death, he would not dare to let his senior brother come to trouble the young man.
There was deathly silence all over the high platform of the City Lord's Mansion.
After an unknown amount of time, Situ Tianxing gently raised his head towards the high platform, where there was no trace of Li Xiuyuan.
As his eyes gradually moved upward, he also lost the shadow of the female saint in the sky.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Situ Tianxing looked at the young master beside him and a group of wealthy businessmen who came to watch the fun.
He smiled bitterly and said: "Today's matter has been decided, please go back."
After hearing Duanmu Tianfeng's words, everyone looked up to the clear sky.
I saw that the sky was still cloudy and clear, and there was still a trace of the saint's shadow.
Duanmu Tianfeng didn't even say hello to Situ Tianxing, but hurriedly stepped down from the high platform under the gaze of everyone. He quickly left with his three disciples.
It wasn't until the group from Tianlong Holy Land left that the monks under the high platform were so frightened that they started to roar.
"Brother, slap me in the face. I have lived for so long and finally met a saint!"
"Oh my god, I never thought there really is a saint in Xuanwu Continent!"
"Brothers, no one should mess with the owner of the apricot garden in the future. He is a guy favored by the saint!"
Situ Tianxing looked at the blue sky and sighed leisurely, thinking that he was lucky.
After living for most of my life, I actually met the legendary saint because of the boy in front of me.
...
On top of the Meishan Mountain, Yun Tianhong looked at the old monk facing him and smiled bitterly: "Does this count as breaking the rules?"
The old monk shook his head and replied softly: "Is it just like a stick? It's empty but not yielding, and it gets stronger when it moves. Junior sister, you are following the way, so why do you need to blame yourself?"
Yun Tianhong shook his head and said softly: "That guy is too proud. He would rather face the elders of the Holy Land with his own body than involve Tianyun Holy Land in it..."
The old monk nodded and said with a smile: "It seems that he would rather owe you a favor, junior sister."
Yun Tianhong was stunned for a while, then chuckled and said, "This guy is really shrewd. What do you think he just said to me?"
When the old monk heard this, he became interested. He leaned over and said with a smile: "What are you talking about? Could it be that you are talking about my disciple?"
Yun Tianhong shook his head, looked at Wen Wen and said, "That guy said that the wine brewed this spring is good and not stained with the smell of blood. He asked me to go over and have a try when I have time."
The old monk was startled when he heard this, and murmured to himself: "Without color, sound, fragrance, and touching the Dharma, so what if he is a saint?"
Yun Tianhong glared at him and said seriously: "Speaking of which, the disciple this guy found for me is really good. I guess he should come to Meishan to become my disciple by the beginning of summer at the most."
The old monk shook his head and said to himself: "I wonder what happened to my disciple by the Tongtian River?"
"How about? Come and see for yourself?" Yun Tianhong looked at him and said jokingly.
"If I go and see him, all his suffering will be in vain."
The old monk was looking forward to his disciple entering the realm of mortal transformation, but at the same time he didn't want to disturb his practice.
After all, when it comes to transforming into a mortal being, he, the master, is worse than the young man who returned to Loulan.
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The apricot garden welcomed the spring breeze one day, and there was a burst of joy and laughter in the garden.
Ping An was back to Xingyuan for the first time. He was so happy that he chased Little Ling'er in the garden.
While running, he shouted: "I won't go back to Tiandao Peak safely. I will eat spring apricots here before going back."
Xiao Ling'er looked at him and chuckled: "You have to ask Grandpa Meng about this."
Li Xiuyuan in the flower hall had already washed up and changed into a clean gown. With the help of Meng Shentong, he applied gold medicine on his arm and leaned lazily on the recliner.
Looking at the two people chasing each other in the garden, he said calmly: "I didn't expect that just wanting to stay here quietly would cause grievances in the Holy Land."
Chen Xiaoyan, who was sitting on the side boiling water and making tea, felt a pain in her heart. She looked at the pale Li Xiuyuan and wondered if these grievances of Senior Brother Xindao were not caused by the Chen family?
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