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Sikong Xue's cheeks turned a little redder.
On the battlefield, the fluctuations of spiritual power were quite chaotic. Although the spiritual power spells of the three people on the platform were launched first, Yang Yu was faster. Shui Tian Falling was like a bolt from the sky falling to the earth, and it directly hit the three people.
boom! ! !
The platform was completely destroyed, and the three men fell into a deep pit, spitting blood and dying.
Yang Yu fell into a deep pit, gathering his spiritual power, as if preparing to deliver the final blow.
"Brother, is it too cruel to kill him?"
An elegant man holding a fan protected the three people with his spiritual power.
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"none of your business."
Yang Yu looked at him coldly.
A sharp cold blade behind him pierced through the man's spiritual protection, blood splattered three feet away, and three headless corpses were left behind.
The man's face didn't look good. He didn't protect himself seriously because he didn't expect the other party to actually attack him.
Sikong Xue walked over slowly with an ice knife in hand, "These three people have committed the crime of harming their compatriots in the sect, kill them."
"Thirteenth seat, Yang Yu is not a member of our clan. This crime is not enough to warrant his execution on the spot."
The man's eyes were somewhat cold.
Sikong Xue: "Twelve Seats, if you have any dissatisfaction, you can raise your opinions and I will raise them to the Sect Master."
"..."
The man's face was stiff, he snorted coldly and walked away.
"he is?"
Yang Yu restrained his momentum.
"There are thirteen seats in the sect's disciples, and they have full control over the power among the disciples. I am the thirteenth seat, and the man just now is the twelfth seat. Apart from me, they are all in the Dragon Gate Realm."
Sikong Xue hesitated for a second, "An hour ago, I held a meeting, and all thirteen members were present, but because of me, some of them were very dissatisfied with you."
"That's it."
Yang Yu disagreed.
He was only at the Longmen Realm. He had thought that there would be someone in the upper three realms among the thirteen seats. He still overestimated the other party.
"...You don't blame me?"
Sikong Xue lowered her head slightly.
"Sister Xue really looks down on me. If you want to have a senior sister as beautiful and lovely as Sister Xue, you have to go through something like this. Otherwise, I will be the only one looking at your lovely and beautiful face every day. Just thinking about it makes me laugh in my dreams at night."
Yang Yu laughed out loud. It was the first time he saw Sikong Xue behaving in such a aggrieved manner.
"……snort."
Sikong Xue snorted.
The core disciples around saw the battle coming to an end and wanted to leave, but when they saw the conflict between Sikong Xue and the twelfth seat, they immediately realized that a series of events would break out in the sect around the man Yang Yu.
Many people's desire to watch the fun suddenly exploded, and they gathered together to discuss it enthusiastically.
Although they are talented, after practicing for hundreds of years and finally breaking through to the Peiyuan stage, they have exhausted all their talents and it is difficult for them to break through again. The mental state of many cultivators has changed. Instead of pursuing that almost impossible to break through realm, they might as well pursue other things, find excitement, do interesting things, or train their own character and return to the mentality of mortals. Perhaps they can find a chance for a breakthrough.
"Come with me."
Sikong Xue brought Yang Yu into the Monks' Pavilion, which was solemnly decorated with every delicate carving being just right.
The pavilion was empty at this time. The battle just now caused a sensation, causing the monks in the pavilion to run out to watch the excitement. After the battle was over, they were all wondering what would happen next.
In the center of the pavilion stands a three-meter-high bronze bell. It has a strong ancient aura and complex array patterns. Just one glance at it seems to hurt the eyes. Yang Yu could only see that there was a strange teleportation array on it.
Sikong Xueyu placed her hand on it and patted it gently, and her mouth opened slightly.
Suddenly,
A loud bell rang at Tianqian Peak, and the special sound that followed resounded throughout Liuli Sect.
"A monster has appeared in the sect. All core disciples and inner disciples, please come to the monk pavilion immediately."
The sound was loud and dull, reaching everyone's ears.
In an instant, the entire Liuli Sect was in an uproar.
Countless disciples and elders woke up from their retreat, their faces filled with shock and disbelief. A disciple flying in the air with a sword crashed into other disciples flying with a sword, and the spiritual sword fell from the sky.
"Monster?!"
"Are you kidding me?!"
"A monster actually appeared in the sect?"
"Then aren't we in danger?"
The disciples who gathered together argued fiercely, while the disciples who walked alone speculated secretly.
Within the time it takes for a stick of incense to pass, all the core disciples and inner disciples of the Liuli Sect gathered on the platform outside the Monks' Pavilion.
Yang Yu narrowed his eyes and sighed in his heart at the three hundred people in the hall in front of him. The aura on their bodies was undoubtedly Pei Yuan, and there were dozens of people whose aura Yang Yu could not see.
The Qingfeng Sect only has more than ten Peiyuan, and they are all elders, sect masters and supreme elders. The number of disciples alone in the Liuli Sect exceeds that of the Qingfeng Sect.
The 300 people in the hall were divided into factions, forming 12 vague forces. Among them, the force of a man in white was the most powerful, standing in the center of the 300 people.
Yang Yu could feel that this person was unusual. His aura was quite stable, and apart from spiritual energy, there was no other extra aura on his body.
This person must be a cultivator from the Longmen realm.
"To make a long story short, we thirteen seats have already held a meeting regarding the monster. Next, the first, twelfth, eleventh, second, tenth, ninth, third, eighth, seventh, sixth, fourth, fifth, and thirteenth seats will lead their teams to quickly check all places in the sect. Remember, if any disciple finds traces of monsters first, do not handle it alone, but report to the thirteen seats and we will deal with the monster together."
Sikong Xue waved her hand and gave the order cleanly and neatly without any unnecessary words.
Yang Yu looked surprised. He didn't need to explain the reasons for the monsters and the process of discovering the monsters, nor did he need to arrange the team's manpower. He only needed to give orders. Is this execution?
The thirteen seats of disciples in Liuli Sect are not just for show. Only a mature organization can have such execution power.
The people in the hall nodded silently, but everyone's eyes were still on Yang Yu.
"I wonder if the man next to the Thirteenth Seat needs to be investigated? He is from another sect, and it is possible that he brought the monster in."
The people in black robes standing next to the man in white were smiling sinisterly.
"Yang Yu has been examined by the Sect Master. If any of you disagree, I can take you to see the Sect Master."
Sikong Xue's eyes were filled with coldness.
"Not necessarily."
The man in black robes insisted, "Well, I will send someone, Yang Yu, to fight him. If he wins, this matter will be over."
Sikong Xue's face turned even colder.
"Okay, in the late Pei Yuan period, life or death doesn't matter."
Yang Yu stopped Sikong Xue with a smile and stood in front of her calmly.
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79 Secret Realm of Solitude
"Do you think I will agree?"
There was a sharp gleam in the black-robed man's eyes beneath his robe.
He had already started collecting information about Yang Yu during the previous meeting. The three people who attacked Yang Yu just now were also his inner disciples hired by him, so it didn't matter whether they died or not.
Combined with the rumors from the past few days and the information about Zhu Long's sudden death, the man in black robe can be quite certain that Yang Yu is indeed a man of extraordinary talent and has sufficient combat experience. He is not some genius who was stuffed with medicine, but a true prodigy.
Especially the kind of control magic that Yang Yu mastered, called Xuantian's Xuandeng magic, very few people can react to it. Even if someone who can react is in the middle stage of cultivation, if he wants to unlock the limitations of this magic, he must at least master a corresponding Xuandeng magic.
Even if the restrictions are removed, it will take a certain amount of time. In the short contact battle, Yang Yu is invincible below the middle stage of Peiyuan, or even below the late stage of cultivation.
If he randomly picked one to fight, and if he didn't care about life or death as Yang Yu said, he would definitely be killed by Yang Yu.
He really had no place to put his face as the third seat.
"Then please shut your dog mouth."
Yang Yu was not afraid of the man in black robe at all.
The disciples behind the man in black robe had angry expressions on their faces. If it was Sikong Xue who cursed them like that, they really wouldn't dare to do anything. After all, they were all members of the thirteen seats of disciples. But who was Yang Yu? He was just a disciple from an outside sect who hooked up with Sikong Xue. He wasn't even a sect disciple. How could he be so bold?
Do you really think that someone with the strength at the early stage of Pei Yuan can dominate the Liuli Sect?
"Don't be so arrogant. You are just an outsider disciple. How dare you be so arrogant in the sect?"
"If you really dare, let's go to the duel arena and duel now."
"Sign a life and death agreement, or I will chop you to death. The Thirteenth Seat will come after me."
At once, all the disciples behind the man in black robe spoke out, wanting to fight with Yang Yu. Among them were cultivators in the late Pei Yuan stage or even perfect Pei Yuan stage. Their aura was condensed in the air, and their spears were pointed directly at Yang Yu.
There were also some disciples who, although dissatisfied with Yang Yu's arrogant behavior, felt that it was understandable.
Among the cultivators who were able to cultivate to the Peiyuan stage, each of them was once a local prodigy. It’s just that the path of cultivation is so difficult that their talents may be exhausted and they can only be mediocre in the Peiyuan stage. Those who still have talent and outstanding talents will naturally go further. It seems natural that they look down on these cultivators who are trapped in the Peiyuan stage and are ridiculed.
Yang Yu looked at this group of excited monks and raised his middle finger without any hesitation, "Stones hitting dogs will only make them bark."
This group of people always jump up because the little tail behind them that doesn't exist has been stepped on.
Since he came to this sect, he has never been treated politely except by the two people guarding the mountain gate. All the disciples showed the arrogance of a second-level sect on their faces and did not regard him, a member of the third-level sect, as a human being at all.
They really were provoking him again and again. He had never even met these people, and he was being targeted by these so-called thirteen disciples. There was no need for him to be polite.
Yang Yu threw his sleeves, stepped on the jade stone in the hall, and started to curse.
"You don't dare to come up, right? I think you are just a bunch of wimps, useless. You have been practicing for hundreds of years, but you are still in the Pei Yuan stage. I think you will never break through to the next level after your lifespan is exhausted. You are completely useless."