"If you remember correctly, it should be Brother Lu who cut off Master Jun's arm, right?" Yu Hui looked at Lu Yue and said calmly.
"Then what?" Lu Yue continued to ask.
"Although Mr. Jun had one of his arms cut off by Brother Lu because he was inferior to others in the ring, in any case, your attack was too harsh!" Yu Hui responded.
"How about if Brother Lu is willing to listen to my advice, make an apology to Young Master Jun, and then compensate more or less some spiritual stones, so that this matter can be brought to an end?"
"Young Sect Master, I don't want him to apologize. I will definitely ask him to give me an arm today!" Peng Jun shouted from the side.
"Master Peng, do you want me to handle it for you, or do you do it yourself?" Yu Hui glanced at the other party.
"..." Peng Jun sensed the coldness on Yu Hui's body and automatically closed his mouth.
"I wonder what Brother Lu thinks?" Yu Hui then looked at Lu Yue and said.
"What if I say no?" Lu Yue replied lightly.
"I'm just a middleman. If Brother Lu insists on not apologizing, then I won't force him." Yu Hui shrugged his shoulders and added.
"However, in that case, if Master Jun wants to take revenge on Brother Lu, I will be powerless."
"Also, let me remind Brother Lu that Young Master Jun's uncle is the second elder of my Broken Star Temple, so..."
"Okay, if you want to make a move, hurry up. If you don't dare to make a move, just give way. Don't be so jabbering!" Bai Hu replied in a deep voice.
"Are you talking to me?" Yu Hui looked at Bai Hu with a stern look in his eyes.
"Otherwise?" Bai Hu glanced at the other party speechlessly.
"How dare you talk to the young sect leader, Zhang Zui!" the gray-robed old man behind Yu Hui said in a deep voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and swept out a strong gust of wind towards the white tiger.
Bang!
Leng Po took action at the same time and met her with a palm. After a muffled sound, both parties stepped back a dozen steps at the same time, and the ground beneath their feet cracked.
The old man on the other side was in the eighth-level Taoist realm, two levels higher than Leng Po. Without using all his strength, the two sides were evenly matched.
"If you have some ability, try to take another slap from me!" The old man in gray robe said in a deep voice.
"If you take action again, it will be useless!" Ling Hao's voice sounded.
"Hmph! What a shame!" The old man in gray robe snorted coldly: "Let me see how you can destroy me!"
After finishing speaking, his aura increased to the extreme, and he raised his hand to attack Leng Po.
"As you wish!" Ling Hao said coldly, then raised his hand and slapped the old man.
The substantial air waves surged out with the force of thunder, and the formation was horrifying.
The old man didn't expect Ling Hao to have such skill. It was too late to dodge, so he subconsciously raised his hand to block it.
Bang!
A muffled sound was heard, and the old man suddenly rushed four to five hundred meters away.
He hit the ground hard, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and one arm was torn open and his flesh and blood were blurred.
Now that Ling Hao's cultivation level has been raised to the sixth level of Taoism under the premise of stimulating the power of his bloodline, he is naturally not something that the opponent can compete with.
This is because Ling Hao didn't intend to take his life, otherwise, it wouldn't be an arm that was crippled.
"Ah..." The old man in gray robe screamed.
hiss!
Seeing this scene, there was a burst of exclamation again from all around, and most people looked shocked.
Although before this, many people had seen Ling Hao's combat prowess at the Monster List Competition.
But when he instantly killed the old man who had entered the eighth level, he used nearly 100% of his power, and he succeeded without the opponent having any precautions.
But now, Ling Hao crippled an eighth-level Taoist master with just one palm!