Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 734 Aggressive
There was silence above the quiet lake.

The nine Xuan Ji people were surrounded by a thin mist. They were motionless, as if even their breathing had stopped. Only their eyes flickered and their thoughts raced in their minds.

If we leave aside those who are at the Nascent Soul stage, even if we add the three people from Mu Country, they will only have to face six Golden Core True Immortals.

Even if the male cultivator named Wu was the only one who had reached the perfect state in the field, they would still fight bravely and never compromise.

But the problem was, as Qing Mian had said, that Nascent Soul would be back soon. Even if they managed to break through, they would still be held accountable, and the price they would pay would be even higher...

As the apparent leader of the six sects of Zhao State, Xuan Ji had to consider the cost carefully. That was why he tried to dissuade Niu Dali and others from making a desperate attempt.

"A small country like ours is simply unable to contend against a Nascent Soul cultivator..."

He sighed deeply and shook his head at the people behind him.

"Ugh!"

Niu Dali clenched his fists, but could only disperse the fluctuations and had no choice but to suppress the anger in his heart.

The anger is hard to calm down, but it has to be calmed down...

Seeing this, True Man Qingmian breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to the male cultivator named Wu.

"Ha ha……"

The male cultivator named Wu sneered a few times, jumped up and took the inheritance token hanging in the air in his hand.

Afterwards, he did not rush to check the inherited Taoist tradition, but turned his gaze to an isolated boat on the periphery.

With his level of cultivation, he naturally would not ignore Xiao Qi, a Jindan demon cultivator.

The reason why he didn't attack immediately was that he saw that Xiao Qi had no intention of taking action for the time being, so he focused his energy on dealing with the Zhao State.

Now that the overall situation has been decided, he doesn't want any outsiders to gain a foothold here...

The male cultivator surnamed Wu pondered for a moment, and just as he was about to open his mouth to expel them, he heard a loud voice from his own formation below: "Senior Brother Wu!"

He lowered his eyes and found that the person who said this was a young Foundation Establishment cultivator with a tall hat and a wide belt, and with an arrogant look in his eyes.

His expression immediately relaxed, and he chuckled softly, "Junior Brother Qian, do you have any ideas?"

Although Junior Brother Qian is only at the Foundation Establishment stage, he is the biological son of his master. Naturally, his status is different from that of others, and he deserves special treatment.

The monk surnamed Qian laughed and said, "I don't have any ideas, it's just that they..."

As he spoke, he pointed at Zong Bing and his group.

The male cultivator surnamed Wu suddenly realized something, secretly shook his head, nodded and smiled, "It was my negligence. I was just about to ask Junior Brother Qian to supervise..."

Hearing this, cultivator Qian's face lit up with joy. After casually bowing to Senior Brother Wu, he called out, "Brothers and nephews, follow me and take care of them!"

They say they are keeping an eye on things, but in fact they just want to take advantage of others.

Perhaps it's because the Canglan lineage hasn't yet become a traditional sect, and only has a master-disciple relationship. Strictly speaking, they are still independent cultivators, so they love to criticize the sect's disciples...

"Grandmaster Sister, we..."

Looking at the Canglan disciples rushing over, Zheng Hua frowned, and faint sparks appeared at his fingertips.

Zong Bing cast a glance towards Xuan Ji and the others, then shook his head and sighed, stopping Zheng Hua's magic and saying, "Don't cause trouble, and just adapt to the situation..."

The cultivator named Qian landed on the moving boat and walked around Zong Bing and the others, marveling at the sight.

Someone cleverly stepped forward and said, "Brother Qian, what's going on? Why haven't you gathered them together yet?"

"Eh!"

The cultivator surnamed Qian was satisfied, but a look of condemnation flashed in his eyes. He waved his hand and shouted, "How dare you offend such a beautiful lady?"

After saying that, he coughed lightly, stretched out his hand to straighten his Taoist robe, took out a peach blossom fan from his sleeve, bowed his head and said, "I am honored to meet you." Zong Bing and others looked at each other indifferently, but no one responded.

The cultivator surnamed Qian was used to being flattered, and he felt a little annoyed when he saw this. However, he knew that he was in the presence of a beautiful woman, so he pretended to be unrestrained and continued, "She has an ethereal appearance, with graceful hair and fragrant clothes. In this remote and small country, a fairy has appeared in the world..."

As he spoke, he looked at Zong Bing, She Yingtan, Ye Ning and others.

Just as he said, Zong Bing and the other two were all as beautiful as Liu Yao and Tao Yan, each with her own charm. They were usually not noticeable when they were separated, but now that they were gathered together, one could not help but sigh at the outstanding people and beautiful scenery of Zhao State.

He continued talking, his eyes flickering as he said, "What a pity, being born in such a small sect, how can one achieve immortality? Fortunately, my Canglan lineage is about to establish its own sect. If the three fairies are interested, why not follow me..."

After saying this, he chuckled, causing his fellow disciples behind him to burst into laughter as well.

"shut up!"

Suddenly, Zheng Hua shouted angrily, and his magical power rose to the peak, as if he was about to take action at the next moment.

Seeing this, the monk surnamed Qian's smile gradually cooled. He snorted contemptuously, stopped playing around, and said coldly, "Shut up, who the hell do you think you are?!"

He waved his sleeves and shouted, "Hand over all your storage bags!"

"you-"

Zheng Hua could no longer bear it, and his body suddenly jumped up, and the sky was full of burning sparks, smashing forward like a storm.

The monk surnamed Qian sneered, "What a trifle!"

I saw a wisp of mist rising up, and with a roar, it extinguished all the sparks in the sky...

At the same time, many foundation-building cultivators from the Mu Kingdom also surrounded them.

"This……"

Instantly, dozens of Zhao State's foundation-building cultivators were all shocked on the spot...

The cultivator surnamed Qian became increasingly aggressive and suddenly turned to She Yingtan and said, "I heard that this fellow Daoist has an alien spirit beast under his command. Please hand it over today as well!"

After these words were spoken, She Yingtan had not yet reacted, but Xiaoqi in the distance was secretly moved, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

In fact, according to his intention, he had wanted to help the situation long before the cultivator surnamed Qian spoke, but Chen Mu had already followed the Nascent Soul at that time, so he did not dare to act rashly, so as not to ruin his master's decision.

But if a crisis really came, he believed that his master would make the same judgment as him...

Above the clouds, Chen Mu followed Taoist Taiheng from a distance. Based on the fluctuations of his profound skills and Taoism, he became more and more certain that this person had no Taoist tradition and was a casual cultivator. There was a high possibility that he was not even a cultivator from Beiyuan.

"A cultivator from outside dares to plot against the Northern Plains Daoist lineage. How audacious!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he turned back in an instant.

Originally, he had thought that if the Northern Yuan Dao Sect supported the Mu Kingdom, or if a free cultivator wanted to leave a legacy, he would still show some favor to them, but now seeing what he saw, there was no need to do so...

……

"Do you want to make friends with me, fellow Daoist?!"

The monk surnamed Qian pressed the issue again, and his casual and polite demeanor disappeared without a trace.

She Yingtan gritted her teeth and frowned slightly. She was a naturally lively person and even ran away from home when she was young. Although she had restrained herself somewhat after building her foundation, how could she withstand such pressure?

Looking at the aggressive cultivator named Qian, she stretched out her hand and slapped the spirit beast bag, and the Cold Crystal Snow Sun Toad jumped out and spewed out a breath of extremely cold air towards the front.

"court death!"

The monk named Qian was furious. He stretched out his hand and drew out a long emerald green sword. All his magic power burst out and he drove it forward to chop.

(End of this chapter)