Zhuge Bu nodded. At this moment, a cold and strange laugh came, and two men walked over from the side.
"Hey, this is the Taoist fellow of the Yaohai sect, the largest sect in Qingzhou. Why do you look so embarrassed?" A young man of eighteen or nineteen years old walked up with a look of ridicule on his face.
"The Yaohai sect claims to be the largest sect in Qingzhou, but I think the name is in vain. A few small monsters have caused such a mess." The other young man was a little older, about twenty-one or two, and he was very impressive.
But he also had a sarcastic look on his face.
Several disciples of the Yaohai sect immediately changed their expressions, and one of them shouted: "What do you mean by these words? Are you belittling our Yaohai sect?"
"Hmph! A mere Yaohai sect is not worthy of our disparagement." The man's face was cold and arrogant, with his hands behind his back and his chin raised proudly.
Several disciples of the Yaohai Sect were immediately furious and jumped up to yell at the two men.
"Who are they?" Zhuge Buliang asked Suyan beside him in a low voice.
Su Yan frowned and said: "They are the largest sect in Lizhou, the Xian Miao Sect. I heard that the Xian Miao Sect ranks eighth in Kyushu, even above our Yaohai Sect."
The young man from the Xian Miao Sect said: "The Yaohai Sect has ceased to exist in name only. Although it still occupies the tenth position in Kyushu, in my opinion, it is just an empty name. I, the Xian Miao Sect, have not taken you seriously yet."
"You have such a strong tone, do you dare to duel with me?" A disciple of the Yaohai Sect stood up and stared angrily at the young man of the Yaohai Sect.
The young man snorted coldly: "Who do you think you are, and you dare to shout at me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge force hit the Yaohai disciple. The disciple grunted, turned pale, and took a few steps back.
"Hmph, is it possible that the Yaohai sect only has this kind of trash?" The young man looked coldly and arrogantly, looking at the other Yaohai sect disciples with ridicule.
Zhuge Buliang's pupils shrank. This young man from the Xian Miao Sect must be at least at the eighth level of the foundation building stage, while the other younger person should also be around the fifth level of the foundation building stage. Among the younger generation, this is
Already considered a leader.
At this time, cultivators from the surrounding major sects were also attracted and gathered here one after another, as if they wanted to watch a good show.
At this moment, the young man from the Xian Miao Sect became more energetic and sneered: "If you Yaohai sect are all like this, I think you should just go back home, so as not to rely on others when fighting the monsters.
Back off!"
"You... your Xian Miao Sect is too arrogant!"
"That's too much!"
The disciples of the Yaohai sect all sneered, with resentment on their faces. Being said like this in front of all the major sects in Lizhou was simply a naked shame.
"I'm here to challenge you!" Another disciple of the Yaohai Sect stood up, and a long sword appeared in a flash of light in his hand. The long sword was raised and pointed directly at the young man of the Xian Miao Sect.
"It's only the third level of the foundation building stage, it's just a grain of rice!" The young man from the Xian Miao Sect waved his robe sleeves extremely proudly. Suddenly, the majestic power came out again, and the Yaohai disciple was knocked out and flew away.
A large mouthful of blood spurted out in mid-air.
"I said before, the Yaohai sect is a bunch of trash!" The young man said with his hands behind his back and a cold and arrogant expression.
"Zheng!"
There was a riot of sword sounds, and a dazzling golden sword light tore through the air and headed straight for the youth of Xian Miao Sect.
The young man from the Xian Miao Sect also showed a trace of solemnity, raised his hand and pointed, a cold air forced out, and instantly formed an ice shield in front of him.
"clang!"
The golden sword light hit the ice shield, and the sound of metal clanking came out.
Zhuge Ming walked out with a silent expression, thrust out the long sword in his hand, and approached the young man of Xian Miao Sect like a phantom. There seemed to be a faint dragon aura lingering on his body.
"boom!"
The young man from the Xian Miao Sect punched and then quickly pushed his body away, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"You're okay. It seems that you Yaohai sect are not all pustules."