After all, Yun Qiang still has no sense of security, she never bullies others, and she has very little communication with her fellow disciples.
Perhaps, it is still related to her previous life experience.
Therefore, when she met the powerful and domineering Holy Son of Tianwu, she was at a loss and eager to seek help from her senior brothers.
Unexpectedly, this time everyone got Yue Chen's instructions and did not interfere in her affairs, so she felt abandoned.
At this time, Ao Lin spoke up, which finally dispelled her uneasiness.
Yunqiang smiled, but Master Tailin felt a little confused.
After all, he was the disciple he had watched grow up, how could he let this kid get his wish so easily?
So, he waved his hand, pointed at Yuan Wuxing's camp, and said: "How unbecoming you are in public! Why don't you go back to your own sect!"
After saying that, his eyebrows stood up, and he actually gained considerable power in front of the Heavenly Martial Saint who was one level above him.
The Holy Son Tianwu had a sudden thought, and for fear of offending him, he had no choice but to stand up and return to the Martial God Sect's camp dejectedly.
The anxiety that Yun Qiang had suppressed just now rose again.
She took a careful look at her master's expression, but saw that his expression was calm, and he didn't look like he was really angry.
"call……"
She breathed a sigh of relief. As long as her master and brothers are not angry, then there is no need for the Holy Son of Heavenly Martial Arts!
Although there is an unspeakable regret in her heart, Yun Qiang does not want to lose everything she has now. She still has a great revenge that she has not avenged and cannot afford to lose.
Yun Qiang cut off the strand of love that had just emerged in her heart, and her fate immediately changed.
Yue Chen felt something in his heart and looked back at her.
Seeing that there was a hint of blackness on her face, she couldn't help but glance at the master speechlessly.
In this way, Yunqiang will inevitably have to suffer some love disasters in the future, and she doesn't know how many detours she will have to take before she can get back on track.
He always emphasized that everything should be left to chance, but when it came to Master, it was of no use at all.
Now that the matter has come to this, Yue Chen has no solution. He can only look after his junior sister more and prevent her from being seriously robbed.
Holy Son Tianwu didn't know what Yun Qiang was thinking, so he was looking eagerly this way.
But for some reason, he felt a sudden tug in his heart, as if he had lost something, and felt depressed.
He looked at Yun Qiang blankly, but saw that she never looked at him again.
The Dao Discussion Conference is divided into two steps. The first is a competition between disciples.
Since this place can only withstand attacks from monks below the Yuan Shen level, most of the disciples participating in the competition are monks at the stage of refining energy and becoming gods.
Among the disciples of Master Tailin, only Yue Ke and Zhong Yuan are left who have not been promoted to Yuan Shen.
Therefore, when someone wanted to challenge Master Tailin's disciples by name, Master Tailin would throw them away.
The person who challenged him was a monk who was in the stage of becoming a god. Judging from his extremely young age, he must be the proud son of the emperor of this planet.
This monk was extremely arrogant. As soon as he came on stage, he looked down on everyone. He held his head high and said, "I am the Holy Son of Kuang Lei of Tianjixing Qinglei Sect. I want to challenge the first disciple of Xianzong Shenlei Peak. I hope you can give me some advice!"
The people watching the battle looked at each other in confusion, then turned their heads, looking at the Holy Son of Crazy Thunder without words.
As is known to the world, the Qing Lei Sect of Tianji Star and the Immortal Sect Shen Lei Feng have a long history of grievances.
I heard that the two sides fought several times to compete for the title of No. 1 Lei Xiu.
If on a normal day, this challenge from the Holy Son of Crazy Thunder was normal, everyone would just watch it as a show of excitement.
But now, except for the fourth disciple Zhong Yuan, all the disciples under Master Tailin have advanced to the level of Yuanshen.
Of course, except for Yue Ke, he was Huo Li's attendant boy and had never formally worshiped his master.
On weekdays, Master Tailin also treats him as his disciple, but when it comes to serious occasions, he still has to discuss his status.
Therefore, this challenge can only fall on the fourth disciple Zhong Yuan.
It’s not a good idea!
Zhong Yuan scratched his head, cracked his white teeth, pulled out the iron rod with his backhand, and smashed it on the ground!
"Bang!"
The suspended platform trembled a few times.
"Come and fight!"
Zhong Yuan was an upright person, so he stepped forward and hit him with a stick.
The iron rod danced out into shadows all over the sky, forcing Holy Son of Crazy Thunder to have no way to escape.
He was not weak at all, he shouted loudly, gathered countless cyan thunder balls with his hands, and attacked Zhong Yuan.
Both sides have a history of grudges, so they are merciless in their attacks.
After a few rounds, Holy Son of Kuang Lei received a blow and his spine was almost broken.
Zhong Yuan also received several lightning bolts, but he acted like a normal person. He looked at the thunderous Holy Son and wanted to vomit blood.
"As a disciple of Divine Thunder Peak, you only know a few martial arts moves. Don't you feel embarrassed?"
The Holy Son of Kuang Lei looked at Zhong Yuan with dark eyes and used words to provoke him.
This guy is not stupid either. He knows that Zhong Yuan is the only one under Master Tai Lin who has not yet become a Yuanshen, and he is also a martial artist, so he goes out to challenge him.
Zhong Yuan's expression immediately changed.
He looked steadily at Holy Son of Crazy Thunder, with a strange light dancing in his eyes.
Suddenly, he grinned, held a few sticks in his hands, pointed at Holy Son of Kuang Lei, and said: "Bring out your most proud attack and see if I can beat you to shit!"
The face of Holy Son of Crazy Thunder suddenly turned green.
As the supreme genius of Tianjixing, when had he ever been told such disgusting things?
"you wanna die!"
The Holy Son of Crazy Thunder was so angry that he held the cyan thunder pillar in his arms and struck it straight down towards Zhong Yuan.
"Well done!"
Zhong Yuan raised his head to the sky and roared wildly. He unleashed the Four Elephants Scripture of Destroying the Mountain. The Four Elephants Holy Body erupted and the four Elephants Holy Beasts roared in unison. They circled up and strangled the green thunder pillar to pieces.
Moreover, although Zhong Yuan said that Lei Fa's knowledge was inferior, he was not incompetent at all, he was just not as good as several senior brothers.
At the very least, he was being bombarded by thunder and lightning every day in Thunder Valley to refine his body. To him, such a powerful thunder method was like scratching an itch.
Seeing that Zhong Yuan easily broke his thunder technique, Holy Son of Thunder was startled and at the same time his expression turned ferocious.
"ah!"
He kept yelling, veins popped up on his forehead, his face turned red, and his aura was increasing steadily.
Zhong Yuan's eyes narrowed, this guy must be using a forbidden technique.
Of course he won't stand still and wait for others to finish gathering momentum.
Zhong Yuan rose into the air and smashed down like a mountain with an iron rod. The four elephants roared and hit the Holy Son of Crazy Thunder together.
The Holy Son of Crazy Thunder over there had just finished charging up his power, and before his ultimate move could be launched, he struck with a violent stick.
In a hurry, he had no choice but to defend and wait for an attack, abruptly receiving Zhong Yuan's moves.
Who is Zhong Yuan? He has been struggling in the sea of suffering for many years and has already developed a conditioned reflex-like fighting nerve.
He was unreasonable and attacked step by step, and soon the momentum that Kuang Lei Holy Son had managed to build up was completely defeated by the bombardment.
"Bang!"
Zhong Yuan played an iron rod to such perfection that he could only see the shadow of the stick all over the sky and could not tell the difference between reality and reality.