Chapter 118 The Coveted One After a brief stop in the Immortal City and the unveiling and ribbon-cutting ceremony with the various tribes of Yunmeng, Wu Yong and the others finished the ceremony and began to leave one by one. The Yunmeng Jing family, a dignified second-rank immortal clan, is so divided. First, the governor took the rebellion in Danyang as an opportunity to recruit the nine clans of the three counties to defend the land and take the blame for him. Later, the True Lord Jingxiao was ambitious and colluded with the nine clans to divide the land and divide the Qingyun world. Now, after the expedition, the different ideas of the two branches of the Jing family have become even more obvious. The governor's faction regards the aristocratic families in Dongzhou County as tools, which will be discarded after use, while True Lord Jingxiao has brought in the aristocratic families in the county for assistance, and still retains a trace of kindness. What a repetition! However, Jing's repeated changes gave other clans more opportunities, so no one said anything more. Warlocks of various races gathered together, and the leaders of the aristocratic families led their troops back after the dust settled, heading straight for the outside of the fairy city. Wu Lingxiu and others who were free in the Taoist Palace immediately went to the south gate of the Immortal City, eager to meet with the Wu family cultivators. "It seems that there are many more Penglai cultivators in the Immortal City?" Wu Yong held a staff in his right hand, wore a yellow robe with wide sleeves, and had silver hair dancing. He looked around and asked in surprise. But the men around him were his subordinates who had fought with him for ten years, and they could not answer what had happened in Dongzhou.
The Dongzhou noble families have always been extremely hostile to the independent cultivators from Penglai and the Taoists from the seven sects and eight schools. The cultivation of Penglai Taoism was passed down to the Supreme Being, who forgot about emotions, was free and arrogant, and was difficult to control. Unlike the Nine Provinces, which inherited the Yuxu righteous law and had rules and regulations. Wu Yong also had the same doubts as other noble families. Could it be that in ten years, the Jing family had even lost Dongzhou? The noble families came to the banquet with light luggage, so they did not prepare any carriages or sedan chairs. Flying and escaping were prohibited in the fairy city, but because of this, all the cultivators in Yunmeng Fairy City were able to meet with the various clans in Qingyun. After all, if you want to obtain the Yundao treasures and unique spiritual medicines of the Qingyun Realm in the future, you can start with these eleven aristocratic families! However, just as they arrived at the gate of the fairy city, a group of uninvited guests suddenly appeared. I saw a group of unfamiliar Taoists blocking the way of the noble families. They were wearing long gowns with open sleeves and jade crowns, and their every move showed they were unruly. Is this the lineage of ancient cultivators from Penglai? "Please stay!" A Taoist priest wearing a high hat led the other Taoists, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, he happened to stand in front of Wu Yong. "I wonder if you are the eldest son of the Fuyao Wu family, the Thunder and Fire Master who has attained the position of Huangtian's Protector?" The Taoist priest with a high hat bowed and asked with a smile. "No, you got the wrong person!" Wu Yong kept walking without even looking at the Taoist. He just said something perfunctorily and passed by him directly. All the cultivators behind him glanced at the Taoist with the tall hat, and then hurriedly followed Wu Yong in small steps. This Taoist blocked Wu Yong's way, pretended to ask him questions, and took the initiative to induce him to sign up, but to his surprise, he simply ignored him! But the Taoist with the high hat was even more relentless and shouted: "I thought that the second clan of the expedition, the Fuyao Wu family, would have the demeanor of an old-established family, but I didn't expect that the eldest son of the Wu family would not even dare to admit his own identity." "It looks like he's just another yellow-mouthed brat with nothing but good looks!" Taoist Gao Guan shook his head and sighed. His voice was not loud, but it spread throughout several streets, as if he was mourning Wu Yong's incompetence. Such a provocation immediately stopped Wu Yong in his tracks. He looked back and saw from a distance that the heroic and strong young man, the Taoist in yellow, had the eyes of an eagle and a tiger, and his frown revealed a hint of disdain when he looked back. There's something good to watch! Thousands of monks on both sides of the street who were watching the distribution of monks from various races after the war were immediately intrigued by this farce and looked intently at the South Gate of Yunmeng. But before Wu Yong could say anything, Yin Erlang could no longer hold back his temper and gave a sinister laugh.
"I was wondering who he was. It turned out to be a beggar from the mountains of Penglai Sea." "Alas, it's all my fault for not treating you well. Someone, give this beggar from Penglai Sea two bags of spiritual food." "You must be hungry, you're baring your teeth!" Yin Erlang waved his right hand, and the Five Yin Bag seemed to be about to pour out something. A thick black gas rushed out from it, and as soon as the black gas came out, it rushed straight towards the Taoist with a high crown like an arrow. The next moment it collided with the protective light of the Taoist with a tall hat, but this turbid energy of the five yins was best at polluting all things, and in an instant it polluted the Taoist's protective light. Just when it was about to wrap around the man’s body, it was knocked down by an even stronger white light! Yin Erlang was shocked, and then he took back the Five Yin Turbid Qi. Facing the seemingly ordinary white light, the Five Horses Pagoda Chain on his right arm moved without wind, and the Yin Horse phantoms on it moved, dragging the pagoda chain and slamming into it fiercely. Peng! No one knew what the mysterious white light was, but as soon as it came into contact with Yin Erlang's Five Horse Pagoda, it blew it back without any suspense, and even caused Yin Erlang to stagger. This move of Ruyi spiritual light was ordinary, but it instantly suppressed the two evil weapons of the Heshan Dao. It had a sense of simplicity as the great way, which was in line with the concept of the Tai Shang lineage! Upon seeing this, Blood God Son and Lang Li took a step forward together, and the Blood Transformation Divine Light and the Wolf Barbarian Dharma Image slowly gathered strength. Together with Yin Erlang, the three auras simultaneously locked onto the Taoist with the tall crown. "Haha! Is this Wu? His Kung Fu is not good enough but he only knows how to use numbers to defeat the minority." The Taoist with a tall hat sneered coldly at the young man in the distance. The yellow-robed Dharma Master stood there with his palms in front of him, holding a nine-section bamboo staff. He was tall and slender, wearing a yellow robe with large sleeves. He looked very heroic, with a smile on his face, looking at the Taoist in a playful manner. "To outnumber the few? That's not a bad idea!" Wu Yong twisted the staff and nodded. "Oh? Have you inherited none of your ancestors' character? Are you as violent as that wild cultivator?" The Taoist with a high hat narrowed his eyes and sneered at the young man in yellow. Wu Yong waved his right hand like he was sweeping away a mosquito, and said contemptuously: "Leaving you with an intact body is a kind of grace." Then he lightly raised his footsteps, didn't want to waste any more words, turned around and walked towards the city gate. When he turned around, the three fierce and evil spirits immediately rushed towards him. The Taoist looked around hurriedly, but was disrupted by the Three Evil Spirits in an instant and fell to the ground with a hideous smile. The Scorpion Demon waved his right hand, and a flash of purple light appeared. The Taoist monk with a high hat following him was instantly as if he was pinched off, and the magic weapon he was using to block it was broken into two. "Ah? Wu Yong." However, before the Taoist could finish his words, three Yin Gods took turns to attack him, and the blood-transforming divine light, corpse-qi wolf smoke, and beast-spear evil spirit immediately covered the tall-crowned wizard. Wu Yong was too lazy to show his noble family manners, and to fight alone? Why should he show any manners to a dead person? Those who survived were the ones with integrity. Dead people have no character, only bones! He didn't argue with this tone. The cultivators who were watching were all puzzled. This, this shouldn't be the way it was supposed to unfold. Shouldn't the eldest son of the Wu family be suddenly humiliated, and fight alone with the Penglai cultivator, and then kill him with great difficulty or in just a few moves? Why did he order his men to kill people in the street, and even openly cut those Penglai Taoists in half, leaving blood splattered on the street? In just over ten breaths, the smoke and dust in the field cleared. Looking at the field again, only two thighs of the Penglai wizard were left twisting at the corners of the white wolf's mouth, and blood was gushing out from the corners of the wolf's mouth. After chewing for a few times, the Wolf-Barbarian Dharma Image swallowed the Penglai Master whole into his stomach, and spat out a head and a brocade cloud handkerchief. Yin Erlang kicked the sorcerer's head wildly, holding his magic weapon Yunpa, and ran towards Wu Yong to claim credit. Damn! Is the Wu family so arrogant? Without even giving the other party a chance to debate, he was killed directly? Am I dreaming? Just now a rank 3 mage was besieged and killed, right? The cultivators in the Immortal City were all in disbelief. No, when did a rank 3 mage become so worthless? Just one was gone? "Arrogant brat! Do you know what you have done?" "That was the elder of the Yiqi Sect just now, guarding the disciples to come to Xiancheng to open the sect's shop. Do you know what you did?"
A purple-haired burly man in the crowd roughly pushed away the Taoist who was watching, and strode towards Wu Yong with his hair and beard standing tall. His whole body was filled with stagnant Qi and manifested Dao rhyme. At first glance, he was actually a top-level wizard who was almost about to become an infant. There was a world of difference between this top-level wizard in Jiuzhou and the natives of Yuntu! "If you die, you die. What sect or faction? This is Dongzhou, not your Penglai Sea." "Besides, who are you? Do you dare to tell me your name?" Feeling the huge aura emerging behind him, Wu Yong knew that a corner of the backstage had finally been revealed. Ever since the news of him obtaining the magic treasure was released, he was afraid that many top magicians and even some True Lords would become interested in him. After all, ordinary True Lords only have one spiritual treasure, so it shouldn't be a big problem for you, Wu Yong, to offer one, right? This is a magical treasure bestowed by Xun's ancestor. Others dare not have any thoughts about it, and they dare not use it even if they get it. God knows if there is any backup plan inside. However, the second spiritual treasure that was accidentally obtained in the Qingyun Realm must have attracted many people. Wu Yong had already prepared himself for this in his heart! "I am Ji Chu, and I am honored by all of you Taoist friends to be called the Whale Fisherman of the East China Sea." "Wu family kid, you became famous at a young age, you are ignorant and fearless, but you are so arrogant that you even regard my Penglai Taoist friend as an enemy and kill him without saying a word!" "Today I will not bully you. If you can withstand a hundred of my moves, I will admit that I am inferior to you and cannot redress the injustice done to my friend from the Yiqi Sect. From now on, I will stay away from you." "If you can't accept it, I won't make it difficult for you. You just need to hand over the Earth Fire Palace Lantern obtained in Qingyun Realm, and we will place it in front of the tomb of fellow Taoist of Yiqi Sect and bury it with him." "And you must devote yourself to self-cultivation for sixty years." "Wu family boy, do you dare to accept the challenge?" The purple-haired Taoist's hair and beard fluttered in the wind, and his words were righteous and passionate, so that many of the Taoist onlookers who had no idea what was going on echoed him. It was just that the abacus made a clanking sound, and the Taoist who knew the inside story had contempt in his eyes, but his heart was not moved at all, and there was a slight ripple! "So, this idiot was tricked into being a scapegoat by you?" Wu Yong curled the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his left finger, and with the mighty force of heaven and earth, threw the head of the Yiqi Sect wizard to the feet of the East China Sea whale fisherman, and chuckled. "Whale Fisherman, aren't you afraid of the Yiqi Sect's revenge? You killed one of their elders, which really brought shame to them!" "But I can agree to your request." Wu Yong looked at his shameless and clumsy performance, and his heart was really not moved at all. Wasn't this too clumsy? "You and I are in the Immortal City. In order to avoid casualties, neither of us are allowed to use magic weapons or spiritual treasures, otherwise we will not be able to explain to the Yunmeng clan." The purple-haired Dan Xiu was unmoved, but seemed to have a compassionate heart. After hesitating for a moment, he made another suggestion. "Yes, it's okay. It's rare that Daoist Fellow Ji is so kind!" "It's all up to you." (End of this chapter)