Among the people in the audience, Hua Wu covered her mouth and looked tremblingly at Lu Yu who was knocked to the ground on the stage. The old man raised his palm and was about to destroy his Dantian.

"People have seen it too, Hua Wu, we can go." Huayin's cold voice came from behind her. She wanted to rush forward to stop him, but she was restrained by a soft force and slowly retreated towards the crowd.

The moment the old man's palm hit Lu Yu's Dantian, an angry shout suddenly came from a distance, followed by a huge and terrifying spiritual pressure.

"If you dare to touch my disciples of the Hehuan Demon Sect, don't you, the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, not want to do it?!"

"Elixir-forming monks!!" The old man in white robes was shocked. There were only two alchemy-forming monks in Tianyuan City. Now an outsider came inexplicably and seemed to be looking for trouble. He had no time to react.

Clang——!

Before the person arrived, a green flying sword flew over with a powerful flow of spiritual power, piercing the old man's outstretched arm!

"Ah——!" the old man screamed, and his outstretched hand fell down. Blood spurted out, staining his white Rogue Alliance robe red.

After a breath, a familiar figure who looked like a scholar appeared in front of Lu Yu.

...

Seeing this scene, Hua Wu finally let go of her worries. She took a deep look at Lu Yu for the last time, turned around and left with Huayin.

"Elder Xia!?" Lu Yu exclaimed, and saw the green spiritual sword automatically fly back to Xia Zhizhang and deftly fall into the scabbard on his back. Xia Zhizhang looked at Lu Yu and frowned.

"You boy, you are indeed still alive."

He raised his hand and pointed, and a green spiritual arrow flew out from his fingertips, cutting off the magic-forbidden hemp rope on Lu Yu's wrist.

The audience was in chaos. The wanted criminal was rescued by a monk from the Yijie Dan Stage. This had never happened in the history of Tianyuan City. The members of the casual cultivators had no temper at all when facing the elders of the Hehuan Sect with such advanced cultivation. They fought tooth and nail.

to maintain order.

The old man on the stage who had his hand cut off trembled and said in a low voice: "Your Excellency...who is he?"

Xia Zhizhang helped Lu Yu up and snorted coldly.

"You, the younger generation, have no right to know who I am." After saying that, he pulled Lu Yu up to the sky and flew away.

At this time, two more powerful auras flew from the center of the city!

"Not good!" Xia Zhizhang frowned, secretly thinking that this must be the old man in charge of the Sanxiu Alliance who came out. He quickly handed Lu Yu an intermediate wooden escape talisman and said: "You go first." Then he stepped on the spiritual pressure.

Feijian came forward to greet him.

Lu Yu knew that this was a rare opportunity, so he quickly ran to the marble table and put away the Jingzhe Bow, Longquan Sword and storage bag that the old man was going to burn together later, and jumped down from the table.

"Escape! The prisoner has escaped!" Someone in the audience shouted loudly, and the scene was out of control.

Lu Yu flew into the crowd, found the right direction and ran towards the south exit of the city.

"Ghost Path 2: Hide."

The public demonstration platform was very close to the south of the city, and the chaos caused by Xia Zhizhang bought him time, and he sneaked to the city gate smoothly.

Tianyuan City is a free city. It relies entirely on phantom formations to protect the safety of the inner city. There will be no sentry at the city gate, and the monks have no energy to spend time standing guard. Lu Yu passed through the Linggu Valley and came to the entrance of the corridor again.

"Who?!" At the entrance of the corridor, the slovenly uncle who had met the short, fat old man suddenly stood up and glanced at Lu Yu, who was hiding.

Lu Yu was startled and his figure was instantly exposed.

"Hmph! This fellow Taoist is so sneaky, could he have done something bad!?" The sloppy uncle took a step forward and blocked the entrance of the corridor. He stared at Lu Yu and suddenly frowned.

"Aren't you the one who will be beheaded today...or are you the one who killed Lao Hu?!" He instantly recognized Lu Yu's origins. After all, he had met him once before. In addition, this person was well-informed and could easily deduce it.

Lu Yu's information came out.

There is nothing more to say. "Demon Dao Twenty-seven: Evil Soul Sounds." Facing the opponent at the sixth level of Qi Refining in front of him, Lu Yu directly used his strongest skill.

Buzz——!!

Although the sloppy uncle was on guard, he was suffocated by the noise, and this moment was enough for Lu Yu to do something.

The Longquan Sword pierced straight towards him. The middle-aged male cultivator had no time to dodge when he came to his senses. However, he was a mountain guard with rich experience in actual combat. He immediately blessed himself with a diamond technique, and then used his palms to

combine!

Clang——!

This kind of behavior is rare in the world of immortality. After all, the sharp sword can easily cut off the body without leaving a trace. This person must be brave enough to do such a move. Fortunately, the Longquan Sword is not a spiritual sword.

The sword really caught him.

Lu Yu felt in trouble. He failed to kill the enemy with his first move, but his weapon was restrained. He had to raise his finger again and point at the sloppy uncle who was close at hand.

"Ghost Path·Condensation!"

laugh--!

"Is this happening?!" The uncle felt himself being immobilized by a strange force and was horrified. "What kind of spells are these!"

A ruthless smile appeared at the corner of Lu Yu's mouth, and he placed a spiritual talisman on his abdomen with his backhand, put away Longquan, and turned around to leave.

puff--!

There was the sound of blood bursting from behind. Lu Yu blinked and walked quickly through the corridor.

...

Thousands of feet high in the sky above Tianyuan City, the three of them looked at each other.

On the other side of Xia Zhizhang were a beautiful woman of average stature and a skinny old man with white hair. The woman and the old man stood together, looking at Xia Zhizhang with a slightly fearful look.

"Fellow Daoist Xia, your disciples from the Hehuan Sect have killed four members of our Rogue Cultivator Alliance. Could it be that we, the Rogue Cultivator Alliance, are not even allowed to give one to each of the monks in Tianyuan City?" The old man's voice sounded sad and angry.

Extremely.

"Explain?!" Xia Zhizhang looked "surprised", "Wonderful, wonderful!" He laughed loudly while stroking his palms: "Isn't it possible that Senior Fang has lived until now and still doesn't know the principle of the weak and the strong in the world of immortality?"

Xia Zhizhang's face turned cold, and he shouted in a deep voice: "You, the Discipline Alliance, went to Hengjiang Prince's Tomb to grab the spirit stone, and so did I, the Hehuan Sect. My Hehuan Sect disciples killed the people in your Discipline Alliance, which only shows that the disciples you taught are not

My opponent deserves to die! If you, an elder, can't even stand such a thing and want to find any excuse to stay as a disciple of our sect, then go through this test first!"

"We, the Hehuan Demon Sect, will not leave any outstanding seedling behind!!"

"How presumptuous!" the beautiful woman shouted sternly, "What a poor scholar said makes sense. Since you are here today, don't even think about going back safe and sound!"

sand--!!

The woman released a handkerchief-like magic weapon from her storage bag, and the old man also pulled out a long-handled ghost-headed sword with a clanking sound. The spiritual pressure was astonishing.

"I've heard for a long time that Elder Xia of Hehuan Sect's Green Underworld Sword is terrifyingly powerful. Today, my husband and I are here to learn about it!!"
Chapter completed!