"Master, are you being beaten?!"

In the White Horse Academy, Chengru 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 Ruiri, who was not as powerful as him, and he had no room to fight back!

Blinded their dog eyes.

"Mountain Master, are you beating someone up?!"

At the foot of the mountain, the disciples of Sunset Mountain were also stunned, with faces full of surprise.

But behind this surprise, there was shock, and more importantly, ecstasy.

Although Sunset Mountain, 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 White Horse Academy and Blood Shadow Shrine have Tongxuan realm.

Strong people, but they only have one Half-Step Tongxuan in Sunset Mountain.

Half-step to Tongxuan sounds the same as Tongxuan, but the difference of half-step is a world of difference.

But now, their mountain lord of Sunset Mountain, Wang Lueri, who has half-stepped into the Xuan realm, is fighting against Zhang Lanjiang who is in the Tongxuan realm. What does this mean? It means that their Mountain master of the Sunset Mountain is not Tongxuan, but better than Tongxuan.

In this way, when they go out in the future, who will dare to say that there are no strong Tongxuan masters in Sunset Mountain? Let’s 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. I’m sorry, but he was beaten by our mountain master!

Our dean of White Horse Academy is rich in knowledge and talent, and 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 at White Horse Academy were puzzled, the disciples at Sunset Mountain were happy, and Zhang Lanjiang was depressed.

His strength is obviously much stronger than Wang Lueyi's, 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 a little sluggish as time goes by.

I have a lot of 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 Ziqi Donglai Monument.

The Ziqi Donglai Monument is regarded as the most important treasure of Sunset 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 founding father of Sunset Mountain by intercepting a wisp of innate purple energy between heaven and earth. Innate purple energy does not enter the five elements, but is a symbol of the emperor. 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 had doubts about the power of the Ziqi Donglai Monument, thinking that it was just rumors spread by others, or that Sunset Mountain was deliberately using it to promote itself.

Therefore, if there was no precaution before, the result would be tragic.

"boom"

In a flash of thought, Wang Rui Ri punched the Bafang Wind and Rain Bell again. The shadow of the bell swayed and the bell rang like a roar, causing ripples of sound waves. Zhang Lanjiang flew out without any accident and hit a hill. The entire mountain was shaken.

The hill exploded with a bang.

"Haoran's righteous Zhang Lanjiang is nothing more than this! Hahaha..."

After punching Zhang Lanjiang away with one punch, Wang Ruiri 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 breath to replenish his own consumption.

"Wang Luori, 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 from the smoke, holding the Bafang Wind and Rain Bell in his left hand.

Rotating slowly, the wind and rain swept away the smoke and dust.

"Haha... I can't take it for granted that I am invincible in the world." Wang Ruiri said with a wanton smile: "But it is more than enough to deal with you."

"Zhang Lanjiang, today I will let you know that I, Sunset Mountain, cannot be insulted!"

"My king, Sunset, cannot be humiliated!"

"Wang Luoru, 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 that, Zhang Lanjiang put away the Bafang Wind and Rain Clock, turned around, with his back to Wang Luori, facing the White Horse Academy, brushing off the dust on his body with his hands, and wiping the blood stains on the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, his movements were slow and serious, meticulous and solemn.

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It's like seeing a saint.

Seeing Zhang Lanjiang's actions, Wang Luoru was puzzled at first, but then he felt uneasy in his heart.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Wang Ruiyang roared angrily, and like the sun, he rushed towards Zhang Lanjiang.

Since you are uneasy, then act first.

However, Zhang Lanjiang, who was standing with his back to Wang Luo Ri, did not seem to feel Wang Luo Ri's actions, and seemed not to care. He still looked solemn, clasped his hands in front of him, bowed three times to White Horse Academy, and performed 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 next to Zhang Lanjiang in one step, and it turned out to be a broken book.

At the same time, Wang Ruiyang's punch hit the book.

A layer of soft white light spread out on the broken books. The white light seemed soft and fragile, with no power. However, Wang Luo Ri's fist fell on the white light, but it continued to disappear. Then, without waiting for his reaction, the white light spread out gently.

An inch later, Wang Ruiyang was brushed away like dust, and he staggered back. After more than ten steps, he stopped.

Wang Ruiri looked ugly, staring at the broken book, a trace of fear flashing 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 chronicle that has been read countless times. There is nothing special about it.

But it was this book with no special features that forced Wang Ruiyang to retreat.

"What on earth is this?" Wang Ruiri licked his lips with a solemn expression.

Zhang Lanjiang held the broken book and said slowly: "This is a saint's handbook. You have the sect's legacy in Sunset Mountain, and I, the White Horse Academy, also have the blessing of saints."

"King Luo Ri, I, the White Horse Academy, cannot be humiliated!"

"The land of saints and sages does not allow you to be so reckless!"

"Hahaha... what a bullshit saint's handbook, it's just a broken book. Look at me if I don't burn it."

Wang Ruiri showed disdain on his face, but when he made a move, he was thunderous. Strategically, he despised the enemy, but tactically he valued the enemy.

Wang Ruiri 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 force 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 and the sun rises to the sky.

In the center of the great sun, there is a stone monument, the Purple Qi East Coming Stele.

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 entire eastern sky turned purple.

The sun rises in the sky, and purple air comes from the east.

The next moment, the fist fell, the sun fell, and the sky tilted.

Under the bright 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 Sunset Mountain, felt suffocated and oppressed, their energy was stagnant, their souls were trembling, and they couldn't muster any courage to resist.

"You are not ashamed to speak loudly."

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.

It is raised above the head to pay 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 Saint's Letters in Zhang Lanjiang's hand turned without any wind, and the pages turned with a roar, the sound was clear and sweet, like the sound of wind or rain.

The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, the colors of mountains and water and the beauty of human beings.

As the pages of the book turn, individual figures come out of the book. There are men and women, old and young. The figures are graceful, talking and laughing, and the charm of heaven and earth is 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, which is splendid and colorful, with various 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 and 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 Ruiri'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?
Chapter completed!