Wei Shuyang flew to catch Mu Yuanqing, his eyes were full of astonishment. The aura that Jiang Xiaoyu burst out just now was clearly past the stage of becoming a god, and Jiang Xiaoyu seemed to be only twenty years old.
It is absolutely impossible for Sifang Academy to cultivate a person with such evil talent.
Mu Yuanqing paused and coughed twice, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
The power just now left her with lingering fears. Mu Yuanqing was originally the top disciple in Qinghongxuan, but with that loud shout just now, she clearly felt that the difference in cultivation between her and Jiang Xiaoyu was huge.
Different places.
Over the years, she had become accustomed to being the favored one, and her face suddenly felt hot.
In addition, Jiang Xiaoyu had humiliated her, and with all these emotions gathered together, Mu Yuanqing really wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
"Which sect are you a disciple of?" Wei Shuyang searched hard in his mind, but he really couldn't think of a disciple as young as Jiang Xiaoyu with such a high level of cultivation.
Within the Taoist sect, although there is competition among sects, everyone is still relatively tolerant of those juniors with outstanding talents.
The reason why Wei Shuyang asked this question was because he was afraid of which Taoist sect Jiang Xiaoyu was a disciple of. A disciple with this kind of cultivation must have a transcendent status. Although he was already in the Mahayana realm, if he really hurt Jiang Xiaoyu, he would inevitably
Stir up some unnecessary turmoil.
"Floating Island!"
The Four Symbols Sect and the Beast Control Sect are both related to Jiang Xiaoyu. At this time, he said that neither one of them was suitable. It would be more practical to make up one casually.
"Floating Island?" Wei Shuyang was silent for a moment before speaking, "Although I have never heard of it, there are countless secret sects in the world. It's not surprising that there are some that I don't know about."
"However, I hope you understand that if I kill you for what you just did, no one will be able to talk about it."
Jiang Xiaoyu was unmoved. He held the fishing rod in one hand and pointed at the gourd in Wei Shuyang's hand with the other hand, saying: "Your gourd contains the soul of my friend!"
"Friend?" Wei Shuyang's initially unkind gaze suddenly turned cold, "There is only one soul in my gourd! And this person is a demon from the Beast Control Sect!"
When it comes to the word "demon", Wei Shuyang puts extra effort into it.
But Jiang Xiaoyu's expression did not change at all.
Suddenly, Jiang Ping's figure appeared again on the gourd, but now he was obviously much more decadent.
"Jiang Ping!"
Jiang Ping raised his eyes to look at Jiang Xiaoyu, his eyes suddenly flashed with light, and he said loudly: "Jiang..."
But in an instant, he realized his current situation. He lowered his head suddenly and said in a cold voice: "Who are you? I don't know you!"
The next moment, the shadow on the gourd disappeared.
Wei Shuyang hung the gourd on his waist and said, "Can you see clearly? He is the friend you call him?"
"Yes!" Jiang Xiaoyu replied decisively.
In the past, he would not have been so courageous. However, being resurrected thousands of times in the secret realm made him understand that there are some things that he should face by himself and move forward bravely.
Moreover, he is not without support. Even if he encounters an extreme situation, the three yellow talismans in the ring space can still save his life.
"Did you know that the man in the gourd is a disciple of the Beast Control Sect!" Wei Shuyang said word for word, "The members of the Beast Control Sect are your friends, so are you also a member of the Beast Control Sect?"
Jiang Xiaoyu said sternly: "He used to be a member of the Beast Control Sect, but he has left the Beast Control Sect and has no relationship now. So, this does not affect our becoming friends."
"His soul is in your gourd. You must be the one who killed him, right?"
"What? You want to avenge him?"
"I am not a fool. Although I am angry, I also know that people cannot be resurrected after death. But since people are dead, why do you still trap other people's souls?"
Mu Yuanqing came close to Wei Shuyang and whispered: "Master, this person is full of doubts!"
"I remember your surname is Jiang, right?"
Jiang Xiaoyu did not answer, but Wei Shuyang continued: "Since the dead can't explain clearly, then I will invite you, a living person, to my Qinghong Pavilion to see if you can explain clearly!"
Jiang Xiaoyu pointed at Wei Shuyang's gourd and said, "I only want the gourd!"
"Oh?" Wei Shuyang suddenly transformed into a sword and attacked Jiang Xiaoyu. A voice floated in the air: It depends on whether you have the strength.
Jiang Xiaoyu didn't dare to support him, and the boat suddenly appeared at his feet.
With a "whoosh" sound, Jiang Xiaoyu disappeared from the ground, one person and one boat, already hundreds of feet high in the sky.
In the distance, Zhu Rusheng stood in front of Chuxue and asked anxiously: "What should we do?"
Chuxue touched the bracelet on her hand and whispered: "Red robe! Green robe! Follow me!"
"Palace Master!" Lu Yi grabbed Chu Xue and said with concern: "You don't have any cultivation at all now. If you get close to me..."
Chu Xue glanced at Zhu Rusheng and said, "Dean Zhu, please go back. Sifang Academy must not get involved."
As she said that, she glared at the two maids, and the three of them immediately ran in the direction of Jiang Xiaoyu.
"What a handsome object-controlling technique!" The spiritual sword behind Wei Shuyang instantly flew to his feet, and his body flew towards Jiang Xiaoyu like a shooting star.
At this time, Jiang Xiaoyu was holding a fishing rod. The fishing line was more than ten feet long, and a huge fishhook was tied to the end of the fishing line.
With a move of his wrist, the fishhook immediately hit Wei Shuyang who was flying up.
"So fast!"
When Wei Shuyang moved his waist, the fishhook was naturally thrown away.
At this time, his body was only ten feet away from Jiang Xiaoyu. Such a short distance was just the blink of an eye for a Mahayana master.
Jiang Xiaoyu naturally understood, and the boat quickly retreated. The spiritual power was transmitted from his hand to the fishing line, and then from the fishing line to the fishhook.
Suddenly, the fishing line and hook were like Jiang Xiaoyu's own arm, blocking Wei Shuyang's path.
Wei Shuyang collided with the fishhook with his bare hands, and immediately both sides felt a strong force.
Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but swayed, while Wei Shuyang's vest felt a little cold. From the moment of contact, he seemed to feel that there seemed to be a majestic spiritual power hidden in the young man in front of him. That kind of power
, making myself a little distracted.
Wei Shuyang did not dare to be careless. The spiritual sword appeared in his hand instantly, and the man stood up out of thin air.
The strong wind at high altitude made his robes rustle.
"Qing Hong Sword Technique!"
This Qinghong Sword Technique is the decisive method of Qinghong Xuan, and often only monks above the god transformation stage are qualified to practice it.
As soon as Qinghong Sword Technique came out, sword shadows appeared in the sky one after another.
Jiang Xiaoyu felt a chill in his vest, and there were warning signs.
The boat spun and retreated, while he held the fishing rod across his chest with one hand.
If that sword strike had been carried out by an inch at night, Jiang Xiaoyu would have been gutted immediately.
The sword connected with the fishing rod, and a shocking explosion spread throughout every corner of Sifang City.
People looked up to watch.
"Look! There are gods fighting in the sky!"
"Really! What a fairy!"
The disciples of Sifang Academy kept sighing.
"I don't know when I will be able to achieve this level of cultivation..."
The man in green and red robes stood behind Chuxue and said nervously: "Palace Master, do you want us to help my uncle now?"
"Help?" Chuxue shook her head and said, "Have you ever dabbled in this aerial combat method?"
The two of them could not help but blush, and lowered their heads.
At this time, Wei Shuyang was very surprised.
What he was holding in his hand was the sect's top-grade spiritual sword. Such a magic weapon was actually blocked by a bamboo-shaped fishing rod. This would make people laugh.
He secretly exerted his strength, and Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly became unable to resist, and his body kept moving backwards.
Suddenly, the tip of Wei Shuyang's sword spun and avoided the fishing rod. This sword was aimed at Jiang Xiaoyu's heart.
But the next moment, he suddenly discovered that the huge fishhook was already behind him.
Moreover, the speed seems to be faster than him!
"Not good!" Wei Shuyang's body fell several feet like a meteorite, and finally escaped the fishhook.
Everything on Jiang Xiaoyu's body was too evil, but he didn't dare to be careless at all.
Green Yi pointed to the sky and said in surprise: "Palace Master, look, my uncle seems to have the upper hand!"
"The upper hand?" Chuxue shook her head and said to herself: "How can a master in the Mahayana stage be so easy to deal with?"
Her hands are always on her bracelet.
That bracelet is her space treasure, and hidden inside is the spine-swallowing beast.
She didn't dare to let the spine-swallowing beast come out easily, because once the spine-swallowing beast appeared, the consequences would be disastrous.
But whenever Jiang Xiaoyu's life is in danger, she will call him out without hesitation.