"It's nothing more than that." Zhou Tong sneered. If the method was limited to this, he would have to give Lu Xiaotian a good look today. Lu Xiaotian was the one who caused the incident. While Zhou Tong was resisting the Demon Suppression Tower, he had to control the flying sword to go
Attack Lu Xiaotian.
However, the smile on Zhou Tong's face soon became stiff. He saw demon-suppressing towers flying out one after another, the auras on the towers connected together, and the momentum as heavy as a mountain all pressed on him. Zhou Tong's breath suddenly stopped.
, the whole face turned red. The power to resist the suppression of the pagoda was not enough, and there was no remaining power to control the flying sword.
Bang! A loud slap hit Zhou Tong's face. The left side of Zhou Tong's face suddenly swelled up like a pig's face.
Bang! The slap just now wasn’t enough, there was another slap next.
After being slapped continuously, Zhou Tong's face was no longer human-shaped. Mo Xue of Xu Tianmen and several Nascent Soul cultivators present couldn't bear to look directly at him. After all, a Nascent Soul cultivator was beaten like this, where would he put his face in the future?
Peng Yishan was even more shocked. His strength was similar to that of Zhou Tong. Zhou Tong had no power to resist under Lu Xiaotian. Even if he were added to the list, he would probably be humiliating himself.
"Lu Xiaotian, one day, I will repay you double the humiliation today!" Zhou Tong's eyes were splitting, and he looked at Lu Xiaotian with a pair of red eyes. Ever since he entered the avenue of cultivating immortals, no one has ever been so humiliated.
Pass him.
"From the moment you forced me to leave Wangyue through the teleportation array, you will never have this day again."
Lu Xiaotian smiled coldly and kicked Zhou Tong until he vomited blood and flew out. He was extremely happy. When he was in Diyan Mountain, this guy looked down on him from above. After leaving the Moon Watching Platform, he was tortured to death by Zhou Tong.
Once again, now I have recovered some interest.
"Go away!"
Zhou Tong was so ashamed and angry that he didn't care about Peng Yijian and Mo Xue and left alone.
Peng Yijian, with a livid face, followed him and left without saying anything. What's more, they had already had a falling out. Mo Xue apologetically handed over to Lu Xiaotian and followed Peng Yijian away.
"It seems that Brother Lu is still a man with stories." Qiao Lan looked at Lu Xiaotian and smiled.
"It's just an old story. This guy is lucky. We didn't meet him when we returned to the secret realm. If we kill him now, it will be a lot of trouble after all."
Lu Xiaotian shook his head and didn't take Zhou Tong's matter to heart. The two of them were mortal enemies. Even if they hadn't come out like this, they would inevitably fight to the death if they met in private.
After Zhou Tong's twists and turns, the journey back to White Crane City was uneventful. Occasionally he encountered sporadic ghosts of the Ghost Lord level, and Lu Xiaotian didn't bother to deal with them. He just flew past them with extremely frightened eyes.
"See you, Ancestor!" Lu Xiaotian was greeted by the eyes of the monks from Lingxiao Palace in Baihe City who were as adoring and enthusiastic as ever.
"Junior brother Lu, you are back, but you are worried about me." Chen Henian was relieved when he saw Lu Xiaotian coming back. He smiled and came forward.
Xiao Xiangyu was also followed behind.
"Senior Brother Lu, who are these?" Xiao Xiangyu looked at Wu Ziyuan, Qiao Lan and the eight-legged demonic bull beast behind Lu Xiaotian in surprise.
"These are my friends, who are from casual cultivating backgrounds and have come to visit me in Lingxiao Palace." Lu Xiaotian introduced them to each other.
"Haha, friends of Junior Brother Lu, welcome, welcome!"
Chen Henian was overjoyed when he heard this. Naturally, Chen Henian would not believe a casual cultivator without any background, but since Lu Xiaotian said he was a friend, it would not be harmful to Lingxiao Palace. In this situation, Lu Xiaotian suddenly pulled in a few yuan
The help of infant-level experts will have immeasurable benefits in increasing the momentum of Lingxiao Palace.
The few brought by Lu Xiaotian, plus the Yuanying monks from Lingxiao Palace, apart from the Qingdan Palace and the Ancient Sword Sect, which other sect can produce so many Yuanying-level powerhouses at the same time.
The wounds on the eight-legged demonic bull beast had not healed yet. After receiving the healing herbs from Lu Xiaotian, he immediately went into seclusion to recuperate.
Wu Ziyuan and Qiao Lan were not busy practicing. They were used to the Chiyuan Continent and the abundant spiritual energy in the secret realm. There was nothing to cultivate in such a barren land. The two of them were curious about this unfamiliar environment.
Gotta be tight.
After walking around Baihe City for a while, I would occasionally pull one or two monks to ask about the situation in front of me, or about things like the Moon Cultivation World.
Lu Xiaotian pulled Chen Henian aside and briefly explained what happened with Zhou Tong.
"This guy is so vicious! It's a shame that Lingxiao Palace and Xuan Bing Sect have always had a good relationship, but he is so insidious. Junior Brother Lu doesn't have to worry, and he doesn't really do anything to him. Once he's been taught a lesson, he won't have the shame to show it around." Chen Henian.
Upon hearing this, he immediately became furious.
Lu Xiaotian smiled inwardly. Chen Henian's expression was naturally a bit exaggerated. If he hadn't become a Yuanying monk, Chen Henian would most likely have taken over directly. After all, it was impossible to offend the Yuanying monks of Xuanbingmen for him.
This old monster grew up in Lingxiao Palace since he was a child, and his feelings for Lingxiao Palace are beyond his own. Now that his life is running out, he basically still puts the interests of Lingxiao Palace first.
Chen Henian's demands are different from his own, which is understandable. He is always better than those who do everything for their own selfish interests. Lu Xiaotian thinks that he cannot compare with Chen Henian in this regard.
"It's fine if you have nothing to do. Senior brother's qualifications and popularity are much higher than mine. I have to ask my senior brother to help me collect some thunder sand. The more the better. I have some spiritual grass here, which is not old. I can use it to exchange for it.
Thunderbolt sand should be more than enough."
Lu Xiaotian put some spiritual herbs that had been matured for thousands of years in the barrier and were rare even for Yuanying monks in a storage bag and handed them to Chen Henian.
"Junior Brother Lu, don't worry. I will definitely handle this matter for you. We have some in the Moon Cultivation Immortal Realm, as well as in Nanhuang, and Nascent Soul Lei Xiu. It shouldn't be difficult to get this in exchange." Chen Henian is very discerning, "Junior Brother has been busy outside for a while.
, I guess I need some rest, so I’ll take a rest for the time being, and I’ll take care of the matter of Thunder Sand.”
"Thank you so much, senior brother." Lu Xiaotian nodded. He did have a lot of things to do at the moment. He could refine the Thunderbolt Fire and Thunder Beads and wait until the Thunderbolt Thunder Sand was obtained. There was also a more important thing. He could only return to Baihe.
City, Lu Xiaotian will be relieved for the time being. After all, this refining is too important to bear any interruption, and Lu Xiaotian also attaches great importance to it as never before and does not want to stay in the secret realm and take risks.
After telling Chen Henian and Xiao Xiangyu to block everything for him, Lu Xiaotian also entered his residence and set up restrictions around it.
After preventing all auras from leaking, Lu Xiaotian sat cross-legged in the room that was wrapped in several layers of restrictions. There was a cyan crystal the size of a fingernail floating in the palm of his hand, which was the Pan Qingshi.
A look of solemnity flashed across Lu Xiaotian's face, and he stretched out his palms in front of him, with their palms facing each other. The bluestone was restrained by the magic power and suspended in the middle of the palms of his hands.