Everyone's eyes turned around at the same time, and saw a young man wearing a white brocade dress and a rough-looking appearance walking out of the crowd. He was burly and a hint of majesty appeared on his rough face. He was carrying a scarlet broad sword on his back, and he looked extremely fierce. His tiger eyes stared at Yuan Chong and shot out a murderous intent.
Yuan Chong stared at the burly young man with a big sword in his hand, and sneered: "What you mean is my elder brother who can kill him by your Holy Sword Peak disciple? Or is this disciple who sneaked into my elder brother by your instructor?" Today Yuan Chong had already washed away his timidity from the past. Although he realized the extraordinaryness of the young man in front of him, Yuan Chong did not have the slightest desire to give in. His respect for Lu Jiang had long surpassed gratitude. If it were not for Lu Jiang, there would be no Yuan Chong today.
The rough young man glanced coldly at Yuan Chong, and his eyes fell on Lu Jiang, covered in blood, and sneered: "If six years ago, maybe I might not be able to defeat him, but now, if I want to kill him, I still need someone to attack him?"
Many disciples looked at the rough young man in shock. If there was no battle in the market, most of the young disciples of Tianyun Sect would have dared to say this, but after the battle in the market, there were only a handful of people who dared to say such words.
Soon, someone recognized the rough young man and couldn't help but exclaim: "He...he is Meng Yi, the Holy Sword Peak. He is known as the strongest person in the Tianyun Sect's weapon spirit lineage, and the young man."
"It's actually Senior Brother Meng Yimeng, no wonder he dares to say such words to Senior Brother Lu."
"If it were Meng Yi, perhaps, it would be as he said, and it would be as if he wanted to kill Lu Jiang."
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Many disciples not only started to talk, but Yuan Chong's expression became solemn when he heard this. Meng Yi's reputation had long been famous. Six years ago, he claimed to be invincible in the Tianyun Sect's youth generation. It can be seen that his strength is fierce. Although Yuan Chong entered the middle stage of Rongqi Realm, he had no confidence in facing such a master. If it weren't for your instructions, why didn't you stop him when he took action before?" Even so, Yuan Chong was a little insecure. Although he became a master of Rongqi Realm and a leader in the young generation of Tianyun Sect, Duan Yuecheng's experience had already made a harsh mark in his soul. Facing the strong, Yuan Chong was instinctively a little afraid.
"Why should I stop me?" Meng Yi sneered. He did not allow Yuan Chong to say more, and said calmly: "If you kill my disciple of Holy Sword Peak, you will be punished for death. For the sake of the King of Berserk, I will bow to my disciple of Holy Sword Peak three times and nine times to apologize." His words were plain, but he had no choice but to be punished and he would not allow Yuan Chong to violate it.
"Three kowtows and nine bows?" Yuan Chong laughed furiously. If he really knelt down today, what would he have to see the King of Berserk again? How could he gain a foothold in Tianyun Sect? But because he took into account Meng Yi's strength, Yuan Chong said: "He is wrong first, why am I wrong..."
"Kneel down!!" Meng Yi's eyes opened and closed, and he shouted violently. He exuded a powerful force, forming a surging force to cover Yuan Chong, and even forced Yuan Chong to kneel down.
If Yuan Chong was still the same as before, he must have knelt down at this time, but to this day, he is no longer the same as before. This is not based on strength, but on his knees, and then his master, the King of Brutal War will definitely make his master, the King of Brutal War, the King of Brutal War, like Lu Jiang, is regarded as the two most respected people by him. He would rather die than let the King of Brutal War become the laughing stock.
Gripping his teeth, Yuan Chong's body trembled with the powerful force. He stared at Meng Yi with his eyes tightly, and suddenly shouted loudly. The big sword in his hand buzzed and turned into a ray of light to bombard Meng Yi.
"A little trick of carving insects." Meng Yi sneered, as if he was watching a clown. When the sword attacked, he waved his right hand suddenly, and a strong blade instantly knocked the sword away. Meng Yi's power was even stronger, and Yuan Chong was trembling all over his body, and even the sound of bone dislocation was heard.
Yuan Chong did not expect that his attack was so easily resolved by Meng Yi, which also made Yuan Chong see the gap between the two clearly and felt desperate. If he wanted him to kneel down, he was extremely unwilling to accept it. Looking back on the good deeds of the master to him over the past year, Yuan Chong clenched his fists and resisted Meng Yi's power tightly. At this time, he only wanted the master's Berserk King to come forward, otherwise, he would not know how long he could last.
Yuan Chong didn't know that on the Brutal War Peak, the Brutal War King carried his hands on his back and looked at the place where Lu Jiang lived. He looked dull, as if he turned a blind eye to the humiliation Yuan Chong was facing at this time.
"Kneel down!" Seeing Yuan Chong resisting tightly, Meng Yi shouted violently, and only heard a trembling sound from above Yuan Chong. Yuan Chong felt a mountain pressing on his heart, and the blood in his body was boiling. With all his strength, he made a sound of bone dislocation on his knees. Finally, Yuan Chong had to kneel on one knee. He took out a spiritual sword and inserted it on the ground, supporting his body and not kneeling down completely.
When Yuan Chong resisted Meng Yi's pressure, Lu Jiang, who was immersed in the path of decay, suddenly a faint vortex appeared in the spiritual sea. The power of the spiritual sea surged into the body along the meridians, and the thousands of fragments and power of the broken Panyuan Bead poured into Lu Jiang's body. Under the fragments of the Panyuan Bead, Lu Jiang's ** changed quietly.
No one knew how far Lu Jiang had reached about the decayed Taoist pattern at this time, and even he himself did not know that Lu Jiang's thoughts, immersed in the Taoist pattern, extended with the decayed Taoist pattern.
At the same time, Yuan Chong, who was kneeling on one knee, was already at the end of his strength. He was full of anger and unwillingness and a little sad. He didn't know why his master did not come to save him. In the past year, Yuan Chong's experience had undergone earth-shaking changes, so that he was extremely dependent on the Brutal War King. This time, the Brutal War King did not appear, which made Yuan Chong's heart full of loss.
"Maybe, Master wants to deal with important things." Yuan Zhongxin comforted himself. At this moment, he took a deep breath, his eyes burst into light, and said intimately: "If this is the case, then I cannot let Master down, let alone shame." As he said that, Yuan Chong suddenly looked up at Meng Yi, his whole body was filled with light, and a strong fighting spirit burst out from his body.
"Body battle body!" Yuan Chong shouted loudly, his body was filled with a light red light, and with the surging fighting spirit, he forced himself to stand up.
Seeing this, Meng Yi sarcastically said, "If your senior brother Wang Zhan used the bloody battle body, he might be able to resist my pressure. As for you, kneel down honestly now." With Meng Yi's cold shout, the pressure covering Yuan Chong suddenly increased. Yuan Chong, who was struggling, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the sound of bones breaking in his body. He knelt down on one knee again with the spirit sword.
When the disciples around saw the scene in front of them, they all sighed. They deserved to be Meng Yi, who had fought against the invincible young generation six years ago. However, the disciples could suppress the disciples of the Brut War King in this way by relying solely on pressure, which shocked many disciples. However, many of the disciples were also very confused. It might be possible for Meng Yi to offend the Brut War King and the others to do so, but what they could be sure of was that as long as Lu Jiang woke up, he would definitely get into evil with Meng Yi.
Judging from Meng Yi's previous words, it should not be that he instructed the eighth generation disciples of the Holy Sword Peak to attack Lu Jiang. If so, why would the disciples sneak attack Lu Jiang? Many disciples smelled the smell of conspiracy.
The Beat War Peak.
"Master, why don't you let your disciples stop it?" A young man in blue appeared behind the Brutal War King and said with anger on his face.
"Why should I stop it?" The King of Berserker said calmly.
"Although Meng Yi's strength stopped in the spiritual realm, he got that terrible thing. With the strength of Junior Brother Yuan Chong, the strength of Junior Brother Yuan Chong could not resist his pressure. If Junior Brother really knelt down, then what face would my Crazy Wars Peak lineage have to gain a foothold in Tianyun Sect?" said the young man in blue in deep voice.
"Face? If you can lose your face and let Yuan Chong grow, then what's the use of this face? In Tianyun Sect, your master can protect him, but what about Tianyun Sect? Remember, Wang Zhan, your master can protect you for a while, but you can't protect you for a lifetime. No one's cultivation path can be smooth sailing. Why don't you let you experience more under the control of your master? Perhaps, only in this way can you gain a foothold in the Daoyuan Realm." The Brutal War King said with a long gaze.
Where Lu Jiang lives.
"Boy, when can you resist? Are you waiting for the Brutal War King to come? Today, even if the Brutal War King comes here in person, you will have to bow three times and nine times!" Seeing Yuan Chong struggling, Meng Yi snorted coldly. He waved his right hand, and a blade with a sound of a sonic boom, blasted towards Yuan Chong's right foot, forcing Yuan Chong to kneel on both knees.
Chapter completed!