Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation - 1849. Chapter 1849

“Uncle Master, why did you follow?” Ling Yu said with a slightly strange feeling.

Xiao Chen smiled faintly: “After sleeping for so many days, I have to move around, let alone. I came to this Ziyan Sect and I haven’t walked around seriously, stop talking nonsense, and lead the way.”

Seeing this scene, the grey-clothed disciple was secretly surprised, what is the background of this white-clothed person.

In a word, Master Ling Yu really didn’t speak anymore.

You must know that Master Ling Yu, but the first core disciple, is young, but only in his twenties.

It is very likely that he will become the youngest true disciple in the history of Ziyan Sect.

He also worshipped Zongmen Dinghai Shen Ziyefeng as his teacher, and had a relationship with the legendary Emperor Pan, and his future was boundless.

Within the sect, many elders did not dare to show the uncle’s face, they had to call the uncle politely when they met.

But in front of this white-clothed man, the uncle had no temper at all.

The three of them quickly shuttled through the road between the mountains, and after a short while, they came to a lonely and square mountain surrounded by clouds and mist.

Next to the old tree in the peak, stands a simple and atmospheric pavilion, where many disciples of the Purple Flame Sect gathered.

Lying next to him were two disciples of the Purple Flame Sect with pale faces and pain.

In front of the pavilion and on the benches, a purple-haired youth led many core disciples in Shenxiaomen costumes, with a smile on each face.

Their eyes all looked forward, hovering high in the sky, above the ring of clouds and mist of Xianxia.

On the ring, there are two fierce fights, a man and a woman. The male is the core disciple of the Shenxiao Clan, and the female is the core disciple of the Purple Flame Sect, the Senior Sister Bai described by the grey-clothed disciple.

“Worship Jianfeng!”

At the entrance, a stone tablet with three large characters of Gu Jin and the boundless words, Xiao Chen thoughtfully, understood some reasons.

“Big Brother Lu, Big Brother Lan, what’s the matter with you!”

Ling Yu looked at the two weak people in the pavilion, their expressions changed drastically, and they rushed in.

“Little Master, didn’t you tell you not to come?” The two said with a slight anger on their faces.

“In this case, I am the number one core disciple, so how can I not come.”

Ling Yu didn’t care, got up to check the injuries of the two, and his expression became gloomy.

Lei Mang entered the body, and his shin was damaged. Within two months, he could not recover, so ruthless!

“Feng Yu, you bastard, do you want to be so cruel!”

Ling Yu was furious, got up and looked at the purple-haired young man who led the gods’ gate, scolded angrily.

The purple-haired young man smiled and said, “I have set up a sword worshiper in both factions, just to facilitate the exchanges between the disciples of the two factions. With ruthless fists, no swords and eyes, fighting against each other, it is inevitable that you are a little bit uncontrollable. Ling brother, why bother to get angry! ”

“What is it called, fair and fair, I have been merciful, what do you guys want?”

The martial artist of the Shenxiao Clan who injured the core disciple of Ziyanzong stood up and glanced at Ling Yu with disdain, without the slightest remorse.

Worship Jianfeng, in each sect, there are similar places.

That is where the face of a sect is. No sect will cancel the worship of Jianfeng. That is tantamount to showing weakness, and it is a great shame for the sect.

Will be laughed at by all sects and look down upon.

Setting this peak also has the effect of motivating the disciples under the sect. The world of warriors is originally the weak and the strong, and the strong respect the weak and humiliate the weak.

It’s just that in recent years, there have been few disciples of the Purple Flame Sect who have gone to worship Jianfeng at the gate of the gods.

This time, the other party came prepared.

Obviously, he wanted to fight against the core disciples of Ziyan Sect, so that he could not enter the monster battlefield two months later, reducing competition.

The shot was so cruel and unexpected.

boom!

While speaking, on the ring, the exquisite woman was severely blown out by a thunder light.

All parties suddenly exclaimed, and the eyes of the Ziyanzong disciple were filled with anger and unwillingness.

Three losing streak!

Another three-game losing streak, with the exception of occasional exceptions, the core disciples of the Shenxiaomen and the Ziyanzong core disciples will have a three-game losing streak over the years.

There is no other reason. The Shenxiao Sect has developed over the years, and the younger disciples have already overtaken the Purple Flame Sect.

The momentum is extremely fierce, and almost every year, a genius leader is born, stabilizing and stabilizing the purple flame sect.

“Little Master, who notified you that you are here, isn’t it in retreat?”

The Linglong woman looked at Ling Yu and said with a hint of reproach. Apart from her words, she was just as concerned as the two seniors.

Feng Yu, a purple-haired young man from Shenxiaomen, with Zhizhu in his hand, smiled faintly: “Don’t mother-in-law, you are tired of watching dramas. Ling Yu is up to you. I want to think about who I will send you this time. Win the last game and bring back a bit of face for your Purple Flame Sect.”

After the words fell, the core disciples of the gods gate all laughed.

This has been the case for all these years. After three consecutive losses, Ling Yu played and won a round, and then the purple-haired youth played the finale and defeated Ling Yu.

The same drama is performed almost every few months.

There are no exceptions every time. In Dongxuan Mountain, Xiao Lei Dao Feng Yu is like Ling Yu’s nemesis, crushing him to death.

“Hey, brother, let me come. This time, perhaps, it may not be your turn to take the shot.”

The disciple of the gods who had injured the two people of Ziyan Sect before, did not fear, and tuned in again.

Xiao Lei Dao Feng Yu always had a smile on his face, always in control of the overall situation, and smiled: “Please, Brother Ling Yu.”

Ling Yu clenched his fists angrily, knowing it was a game, but in this case, he had to be led by the nose by the opponent.

“Junior Brother Fang, be careful. Ling Yu should have some opportunities recently. I watched his breath and improved a lot.” Xiao Lei Dao Feng Yu secretly spoke to his junior brother.

“Senior brother, don’t worry, I’m not stupid yet. This guy should have got some natural treasures, but he hasn’t been thoroughly refined yet. It will definitely not be the brother’s counterpart. I will help the brother find out the bottom first.”

They were all the core disciples of the Fourth Stage Sect, the people of the God Xiao Sect, although they were arrogant, they were not stupid.

Feng Yu suddenly felt determined, and without any worries, he continued to look at Ling Yu and said, “Brother Ling Yu, what’s the matter? My junior and senior have already appeared on the stage. You won’t even lose this courage.”

Xiao Chen watched everything in his eyes, and was about to stop him, but Ling Yu couldn’t help but jumped and landed on the ring.

“This kid…”

He sighed slightly in his heart, and Xiao Chen understood that he was a young man after all, and he couldn’t really do it.

In the current situation, we must endure it for a while.

After all the source of life juice has been absorbed and refined, it can be put into his own hands for a good practice. When the strength is really diligent, he will kill him to worship the sword at the gate of the gods, and beat this face back ten times a hundred times.

In one fell swoop, frustrated the other’s spirit.

Not like Ling Yu now, with a grievance and helplessness, stepped onto the ring.

“Fang Yun, Brother Ling Yu, the core disciple of God Xiaomen, please advise!”

On the arena, the disciple of Shenxiaomen bowed his hands in salute.

“Purple Flame Sect, Ling Yu, please advise!”

Ling Yu looked at the smile on the other party’s face, and he couldn’t control the anger in his heart. As soon as his voice fell, he blasted him with a punch.

His angry punch was extremely powerful, and the sound of the fist broke through the air, and there was a harsh whistling sound from all directions.

Xiao Lei Dao Feng Yu nodded slightly, his judgment was correct, and Ling Yu’s strength had indeed improved a lot.

However, everything is still under control.

Fang Yun received advance notice in advance, and was not too surprised at Ling Yu, who had greatly increased in strength.

The figure flashed, leaving behind a shadow of thunder and lightning, temporarily avoiding its front.

Above the ring, Ling Yu’s demonstrated strength made the Ziyanzong disciple’s eyes shine brightly, and he couldn’t help but focus on the ring again.

Although Ling Yu was angry, he didn’t lose his mind. What he wanted was a quick fight and a quick decision to retain his strength.

Then fight against Xiao Lei Dao Feng Yu and rewrite all the humiliation he suffered before.

Relying on the golden life juice source that Xiao Chen gave him, his strength has greatly increased in the past few days, and he has strong confidence in defeating Feng Yu.

Xiao Chen was slightly surprised, this little nephew was really unexpected.

The boxing technique seems to be mighty and domineering, but in fact the strength is just right, and every time he makes a shot, he doesn’t waste any extra true energy.

The steps were unruly, but Fang Yun of the gods gate was pushed to a dead end step by step.

Let it be completely unable to unfold and fist, maybe, even if there is no chance to make a full shot, it will be suffocated and defeated.

Interesting, the progress is really not so big.

Xiao Chen secretly said in his heart, perhaps, Ling Yu this time may not be unable to create miracles.