Chapter 311: Two Factions Conflicting in the Illusion
Wei Xiujie looked at the young man in front of him with interest, and said with a smile: "Baby, call your elders to come out, so as not to say that I bully the younger generation!"
Zhang Haoyue gave a slight salute and said: "Senior Wei is a master of Taoism. Why should we hurt everyone's harmony because of some friction between juniors? You and I have always been on good terms. This time the conflict was caused by a red cat demon spirit.
It’s another dispute between the juniors. Senior Wan Wang, considering the ten thousand years of friendship between the two factions, decided to let this one go.”
As soon as Zhang Haoyue finished speaking, he saw a girl in a red shirt suddenly rush out of the opponent's camp. This woman had a graceful figure, a willow-thin waist, a graceful appearance, and a graceful manner. She was full of aura, which made people feel loving and affectionate.
A string of red beads around the girl's neck was crystal clear, with dim spiritual lights flashing from time to time. It looked like a magic weapon from the Immortal family, and this girl was Wen Bitong, the little princess of the Qingjian Sect.
Wen Bitong looked Zhang Haoyue up and down, and chuckled: "Forget it! There is nothing I can't get my hands on, and I'm going to buy that red cat demon spirit!"
Zhang Haoyue chuckled and said: "Why is Junior Sister Wen so unkind? This red cat demon spirit was found first by Junior Sister Han of our sect. Now Junior Sister Han has been seriously injured by you. If Senior Brother Xiang hadn't found it earlier, I guess that
The consequences would be disastrous.”
Wen Bitong snorted coldly: "My skills are not as good as those of others, but I still hold on. If it weren't for the treacherous trick of the surname Xiang, the red cat demon spirit would have been mine long ago!"
After hearing this, Zhang Haoyue tried hard to calm down and said, "Senior Wei, what do you think?"
Wei Xiujie chuckled strangely and said: "Boy Zhang, my little princess loves this red cat demon so much, I think you should give it to my little princess!"
Wen Bitong snorted coldly when he heard this: "You have to hand over the surname Xiang so that I can vent my anger!"
Although the disciples of Ruyi Sect are often bullied by other disciples, at this time, the disciples of Hengshuo Mountain also shouted: "Fart, isn't this bullying!"
After all, Hengshuo Mountain is a whole.
Zhang Haoyue frowned and said in a deep voice: "Junior sister Wen, don't bully others too much!"
Wen Bitong raised the corners of her mouth slightly and turned her head to one side. Wei Xiujie chuckled and said, "Why, you have an opinion!"
Suddenly, a majestic momentum came overwhelmingly, like thousands of troops roaring past. Zhang Haoyue was the first to bear the brunt. He felt a tightness in his chest and an indescribable discomfort all over his body. His heart felt sweet and he was about to spurt out a mouthful of blood.
exit.
At this moment, a loud shout sounded in the air, like a thunderbolt. The originally sluggish disciples of Hengshuo Mountain were cheered up by it, and then another, more powerful momentum immediately pressed towards everyone in the Sword Qing Sect.
past.
The disciples of Qingjian Sect leaned back one after another. Wei Xiujie's expression suddenly changed, and a purple figure with a cold aura came in an instant. It was none other than the leader of Guanyun Sect, Thunderbolt Laughing Cloud in the Cloud.
Xiaoyun glanced around and shouted angrily: "Old man Wei, is it so shameless to bully a junior?"
Wei Xiujie's face turned red, he coughed twice and said, "Senior Brother Xiao, I misunderstood. I was just playing around with the juniors."
Xiaoyun snorted coldly and stopped talking. Zhang Haoyue and the disciples in Hengshuo Mountain were overjoyed when they saw Xiaoyun coming suddenly, and they all accused the Qingjian Sect of being wrong. Xiaoyun looked at Wei Xiujie coldly and said in a deep voice: "Wei
Yes, although our Hengshuo Mountain is not a famous sect, we are definitely not a third-rate sect that can be bullied by others. We, Hengshuo Mountain, need an explanation for this matter!"
On the Mu Xiantai of Hengshuo Mountain, Wei Xiujie, who was dressed in red and black, had a bitter look on his face. Faced with Xiaoyun's question, he really had no way to answer, but faced with Xiaoyun's strong questioning.
Wei Xiujie understood that if he was not given a satisfactory answer today, even if Xiaoyun did not dare to do anything to him and others, the leader would definitely punish him and others severely when he returned. After all, the three northwest sects in the Central Continent have always been of the same spirit.
Branches, unanimously open to the outside world.
Just when Wei Xiujie wanted to lower his head and admit his mistake, Wen Bitong on the side suddenly snorted coldly: "Uncle Xiao, you keep saying that our eighth elder of Qingjian Sect is bullying you, the juniors of Hengshuo Mountain, so what you are doing now, I can think of it as
, are you bullying our juniors from the Sword Holding Sect!"
Xiaoyun was slightly startled when he heard this, and Zhang Haoyue beside him sneered: "Junior sister Wen is very eloquent, I've seen it before!"
Xiaoyun narrowed his eyes and asked slowly: "Little girl, who are you?"
Wen Bitong gave Xiaoyun a gentle salute and said with a smile: "My niece is the leader of the Qingjian Sect, Wen Xuefeng's daughter Wen Bitong."
Xiaoyun was startled when he heard this, and said with a smile: "She is indeed a woman who is not inferior to men. I heard that niece Wen has been practicing immortality in seclusion for more than ten years, and now she seems to be successful in her cultivation."
Wen Bitong chuckled and said: "Uncle, you are so ridiculous. My niece can't catch my uncle's eyes for a while, but my niece really wants to learn about the fairy magic that Hengshuo Mountain gave to my fellow apprentices."
After hearing this, Xiaoyun laughed and said to Zhang Haoyue: "Haoyue, look at niece Wen who wants to discuss things with you."
Zhang Haoyue sneered softly and said: "I can't ask for it!"
Wei Xiujie, who was on the opposite side, was shocked and said hurriedly: "Senior Brother Xiao, nephew Zhang Xian, why are you going to such a big fight to avoid hurting the harmony between our two factions? Tong'er, please apologize to Senior Brother Xiao quickly."
Wen Bitong took a step forward and said: "Eighth Grandpa, there is no need to worry too much. I just want to see how powerful Zhang Haoyue, who is known as the genius of cultivation, is!"
After hearing this, Wei Xiujie said anxiously: "Tong'er, don't be so presumptuous!"
Wen Bitong suddenly said in a cold voice: "Eighth Grandpa, do you have so little confidence in me? Don't worry, I will explain it to my father and it will not hurt you!"
After Wei Xiujie was stunned for a moment, he said helplessly: "Well, you have never listened to my words anyway."
Wen Bitong saluted Xiaoyun again and said, "Uncle Xiao, my niece wants to add some glory to this competition. What do you think of Uncle Xiao?"
Xiaoyun looked at Wen Bitong with great interest and said with a smile: "I wonder what niece Wen is planning?" Wen Bitong chuckled and said: "Each of our two factions sent out unknown disciples to fight. We will win three out of five games. If niece wins by luck, then your faction will win.
Hand over the red cat demon spirit, and at the same time ask Senior Brother Xiang from the Ruyi Sect to be my servant for a month."
Zhang Haoyue was furious when he heard this and said, "Don't even think about that person surnamed Wen!"
Wen Bitong smiled slightly at Zhang Haoyue and continued: "Senior Brother Zhang, why are you so anxious? My sister hasn't finished speaking yet. If your sect wins, I will give a nourishing pill from our Sword Sect to Senior Sister Han."
I apologize, and at the same time I will be a maid for Senior Brother Xiang for a month, I wonder what Uncle Xiao would like?"
Before Xiaoyun could say anything, Wei Xiujie on the side shouted loudly: "Tong'er, don't mess around!"
Wen Bitong ignored Wei Xiujie, but kept looking at Xiaoyun quietly, waiting for his reply. Xiaoyun gently stroked his beard and smiled at Zhang Haoyue beside him: "Haoyue, what do you think?"
Zhang Haoyue laughed and said: "Uncle, since Junior Sister Wen has said this, we can't refuse, so I think it's settled like this!"
Xiaoyun laughed and said: "Junior Brother Wei, it seems that you and I can only serve as the judges for this competition. What do you think?"
Wei Xiujie sighed helplessly and said: "What else can I do? Look at how I can't speak here!"
After saying that, he walked aside, and the disciples of Hengshuoshan and Qingjian Sect also retreated to the surrounding area, leaving a large area of field vacant.
On a low mountain peak not far from Mu Xiantai, four figures stood side by side. These four people were the four elders of Hengshuo Mountain who had just left seclusion.
One of them, an old man in purple with a beard on his face, laughed and said: "These juniors are really interesting. How about you? Do you want to go over and have a look?"
One of the five people, a slightly tall and thin old man in purple, chuckled and said: "No need, we old guys should just watch from a distance."
Seeing that the venue was vacated, Wen Bitong jumped out, cupped her fists at the disciples of Hengshuo Mountain and said, "Brothers of Hengshuo Mountain, let me take the lead!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a purple shadow shot out, and he stood opposite Wen Bitong in an instant. He saw a stunning woman in purple standing quietly in the center of the ring. This woman was tall, with fair and supple skin, and a beautiful face.
Qingli, absolutely stunning beauty, the beauty of the country.
From a distance, it looks like a fairy from the Nine Heavens, giving people an otherworldly feeling.
The woman in purple gave a slight salute to Wen Bitong and said: "Junior sister Lan Miaoyu, I would like to learn from senior sister Wen's clever tricks."
Wen Bitong took a careful look at Lan Miaoyu and chuckled: "Who do I think it is? It turns out to be Junior Sister Lan Miaoyu from Hengshuo Mountain Yuxiaomen, Lan Miaoyu, please!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a red ribbon suddenly flew out from Wen Bitong's back and shot directly at Lan Miaoyu. Lan Miaoyu did not dare to neglect, and retreated slightly. A blue light flashed in his hand, and a blue sword instantly appeared in his hand.
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Lan Miaoyu waved his sword and stabbed it directly on the red damask. There was a crisp "clang" sound and a cluster of sparks appeared. The seemingly soft red damask was actually as hard as steel.
Xiaoyun's eyes flashed, and he said to Wei Xiujie on the side: "Peacock Ling is really a good treasure. I didn't expect Mrs. Wen to be so willing to give it up."
Wei Xiujie laughed dryly and said: "Hey, what the couple loves is their unruly daughter."
Xiaoyun was about to speak when he saw a sudden change in the situation. After the two fought for dozens of rounds, Lan Miaoyu jumped up and spun a sword flower in mid-air. Suddenly the sky darkened and bright moonlight suddenly appeared.
Sprinkle.
Immediately afterwards, a cold wind rushed down from the sky. Lan Miaoyu raised his sword to the sky and shouted loudly: "Spread money all over the sky, and thousands of people will descend to the ninth heaven!"
He saw countless white sharp blades suddenly hitting Wen Bitong from the sky. Wen Bitong looked horrified when he saw this, and said softly: "I have long heard that money is scattered all over the sky at Yuxiao Gate in Hengshuo Mountain. Today, senior sister, I have seen it!"
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After saying that, he stopped talking and quickly formed the seal with his hands. The red peacock silk quickly returned to Wen Bitong and kept circling around her, faster and faster. In an instant, it turned into a giant red cocoon surrounding her, and issued a
Bursts of red light.
Countless white sharp blades stabbed into the red giant cocoon like a rain point, and with the sound of "Ding Ding Dang", a strong source of power fluctuated spread, and everyone around
Shocked by the waves of energy, they all took four or five steps back.
Seeing that the giant red cocoon was indestructible, Lan Miaoyu frowned, twirled his sword, and another beautiful sword flower appeared. He saw that the remaining tens of thousands of sharp blades instantly merged into one, transforming into a huge white sword.
The giant sword spun rapidly in mid-air and then stabbed hard at the giant red cocoon wrapped around Wen Bitong. At this time, Wen Bitong in the giant cocoon also felt a powerful wave of source power and did not understand how to respond.
There was a loud "bang" in my ears, and the white giant sword and the red giant cocoon collided together.