Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 457: The Battle on the Black Robe Island Begins

"Tick tick tick..."

When the rain curtain and fog formed, a ray of light finally appeared on the horizon.

Li Cang, who was smiling, froze for a moment. His eyes flashed with brilliance as he turned around and looked: "Here he comes."

Everyone was cheered up and looked up one after another. They saw a spiritual light coming from the southwest direction. It was as fast as a flying star. In the blink of an eye, it passed through the sky and came close to them.

The escaping light flows like water. Although it does not feel sharp and fierce, it is endless and unfathomable.

"It's Brother Chen..."

The disciple with a keen vision had not yet expressed his feelings when he was brought back to his senses by the noise. When he looked again, he saw a young Taoist in a black robe coming towards him with his hands behind his back.

This man had an elegant face, a tall figure, and eyebrows that flew into his temples. As he came over, his sleeves fluttered, and it seemed that even thousands of people in front of him could not stop him.

All the disciples present, whether they had seen Chen Mu before or not, were unconsciously overwhelmed by his aura. For a moment, no one made a sound.

"What a spirit!"

Mingyuan Zhenren, the eldest disciple under Patriarch Tianxing, was the first to speak. He said in a very friendly voice, "This must be Junior Brother Chen, right? He is handsome and must be one of the young talents of the sect!"

Chen Mu looked over, smiled slightly, and returned the greeting, saying, "My master often tells me about Uncle Mingyuan. Please forgive me for not being able to talk much while I'm busy fighting. I'll see you again after this battle."

Master Mingyuan nodded and sat down.

He spoke at this time in order to gather momentum for Chen Mu. Although Zhuang Yan was not a disciple of Tianxing, he was also a real person of the Tianxing lineage.

His own disciples joined the battle, so he would definitely lend a hand...

Chen Mu looked around, waved his sleeves and walked towards the center of the island. Along the way, people often stood up and greeted him, including some old friends.

Master Su, Lu Ziyu, Xu Jingyang and so on.

After Chen Mu returned the gifts one by one, he finally arrived at the Fengli Dojo and met up with several people who were preparing to participate in the fight.

There are nearly twenty water-walking masters in Fushan River, but only five of them have the courage to fight against Li Cang.

Including Chen Mu and Hu Yilan, there were a total of eight people participating in this fight. When they gathered together at this time, their hostility was hidden very well, and they greeted Chen Mu with laughter and chat.

"Junior Brother Chen, I heard that you have comprehended the Lingshu Qingyuan True Water. Is this true?"

"A few of us are also practicing the 'True Record of the Water Palace of Heaven', but we don't have the good luck of our nephew..."

Although they laughed, they placed great emphasis on the word "disciple-master", obviously reminding Chen Mu of his identity.

Chen Mu smiled slightly and didn't respond much. He just said, "Whether the rumor is true or not, we'll know later."

Hearing this, the few people who had spoken just now curled their lips inwardly, feeling quite unhappy.

They were Chen Mu's uncles, but Chen Mu ignored them and acted arrogantly.

"This young man is really rude..."

Chen Mu naturally didn't know what they were thinking, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care too much.

In the world of cultivating immortals, strength is what matters after all.

If you want to act like a senior, show your strength first!

When several people spoke, Li Cang's face was gloomy, but he felt that in the last few miles, Chen Mu stopped from time to time to ask greetings, and did not take him seriously at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the Dharmabodies of the two ancestors, Lihuo and Tianxing, hadn't arrived yet, he would have been tempted to step forward and attack...

A moment later, under the hazy rain curtain, the Dharma bodies of the two ancestors Lihuo and Tianxing came one after another and landed beside the cloud couch of the two ancestors Yunxi.

"Greetings to the ancestor..."

Everyone saluted. Patriarch Tianxing waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that no formalities were necessary. However, Taoist Lihuo, in contrast, politely accepted the salute and nodded to the Sect Leader. Immortal Tianguang immediately stood up and spoke loudly, "The Long River of Heavy Heavens is the sect's spiritual object. It should have been bestowed upon the disciples for cultivation, but due to the foundation of the formation, it has been unable to be granted, and has been delayed until now..."

With the order from my two uncles, we will have a duel on Fengli Island today to choose one person to inherit the Long River of Heaven.

There are no complicated rules for the fight. You are all water-walking masters. No matter who wants to cross the long river, you can enter the island and fight!
The person who stands to the end will be the winner..."

"Melee?" Chen Mu's mind moved, and he was quite surprised by the rules of the fight.

A few of the other seven people also frowned, and it seemed that they also did not expect to win in a melee.

Li Cang and Hu Yilan, on the other hand, remained calm, with a hint of confidence in their expressions.

After forming the Water-Moving Golden Core, they had never feared a prolonged melee, not to mention that they had already been prepared...

Tian Guang Zhenren spoke in a clear voice, and finally reminded: "You must remember, this is a battle between fellow disciples, you must not kill rashly..."

"Yes."

Chen Mu and the other eight bowed in agreement.

Tianguang Zhenren nodded, looked up at the three ancestors, and announced: "Since that's the case, the battle for the long river of heavy heavens will begin now!"

As soon as these words fell, all the cultivators fell silent, and they all looked at the eight people on the island curiously, wondering who would be the first to break the deadlock.

On Fengli Island, several people who were smiling just now now looked solemn. They looked at the people around them and did not dare to act rashly, for fear that they would be attacked by everyone.

The Water-Moving Golden Core was good at sustained melee combat, but if it attracted the combined efforts of seven people to attack it, it would be difficult to hold out for long...

Li Cang's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at Chen Mu with eager eyes.

Speaking of which, he had already been waiting impatiently for a long time. After all, Chen Mu's arrival on a cloud had attracted many greetings and stolen his limelight...

Thinking of this, he could no longer endure it. After a casual salute, he shouted without any courtesy: "Nephew Chen, I have heard that you have great magical powers. I am taking advantage of you and making the first move!"

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Chen Mu's answer, he shouted loudly, and his body shook slightly. Without any movement, rays of light like meteors flew out from behind him.

Looking closely, the light was formed by water mist, which turned into a shuttle and flew towards Chen Mu like a nimble fish.

There was a ferocity on his face, which showed that he was extremely confident in his own skills. Even if he couldn't hurt him, he could still make Chen Mu rush to attack him.

Chen Mu's eyes were determined. He wanted to try out Li Cang's magic, so he didn't do much protection. He only summoned a few dark light crane pattern walls in front of him.

"Boom bang bang..."

Although the shuttle was condensed from water mist, it was as hard as black iron. It made a bang as it hit the wall with the black light crane pattern. It penetrated through it in a breath, breaking Chen Mu's magic.

The disciples watching could not figure out what was going on and thought that Chen Mu was no match for Li Cang, so they exclaimed in surprise.

"Master Li is indeed worthy of being the sect's number one water-walking master. He can easily wield such powerful water magic. I'm afraid Senior Brother Chen is going to be defeated..."

Some disciples spoke with considerable confidence, in order to demonstrate their own vision and to attract the admiration of their fellow disciples.

But instead of receiving admiring looks from his fellow disciples, he received a scolding from his own master.

"Shut up! You're so short-sighted! How dare you show off your limited vision? You're really embarrassing me..."

Chen Mu didn't have the time to listen to what others were saying. He nodded quietly and cast spells to test Li Cang.

The two of them were fighting fiercely, while the other six were silent. Under the gossip of those who were curious, they could only fight each other in pairs.

Hu Yilan was not in a hurry. He dealt with his opponent's magic casually, but his mind was always paying attention to the battle situation between Chen Mu and the other person.

Li Cang was confident that he could handle everyone, and he was happy to see it happen. When the conflict between the snipe and the clam reached its peak, that would be the time for him, the fisherman, to profit...

(End of this chapter)