[Chapter 1255 Are the people from the Holy Land so great?]
Cheng Weikang’s body began to tremble in an instant. It was not because of fear, but because he watched the seven-star sword slaves who had followed him since childhood being crippled one by one.
As the son of the Holy Mother of All Spirits, although he guessed that Yang Yiyu was a hidden monster, he was not afraid to the point of trembling.
Cheng Weikang was trembling all over because of his anger and because of his inner shock. The seven-star sword slaves and he were nominally master and servant, but in fact they had feelings. Now watching the seven-star sword slaves being poisoned to death one by one, Cheng Weikang really couldn’t calm himself down.
“You… who are you?” Cheng Weikang gritted his teeth and looked at Yang Yiyu and asked again. As long as Yang Yiyu was not a hidden monster, he would go all out to kill him today and avenge the seven-star sword slaves.
So far, Cheng Weikang couldn’t actually determine Yang Yiyu’s identity. Because of this, he didn’t dare to act rashly and could only hold his breath and test.
Yang Yiyun sneered when he heard it, “What? Are you scared now?”
“Scared? What a joke. I am Cheng Weikang, the son of the Holy Mother of Wanling in Wanling Holy Land. How can the disciples of Wanling Palace be afraid of you? Who are you? If you kill my Seven-Star Sword Slave today, you will die. Now kneel down and accept death. Cheng will give you a whole body.” Cheng Weikang revealed his identity without hesitation. Yang Yiyun was
stunned when he heard it, but he was not too surprised. He had already guessed that the person who claimed to be Cheng Weikang was a disciple of a holy land in the cultivation world, because Qingniu had said before that the Heavenly Demon Palace would be opened every thousand years, and every time the disciples of the nine holy lands in the cultivation world would come here for adventure.
In addition, Cheng Weikang’s powerful means and the Seven-Star Sword Slave and Red Tiger around him were all owned by ordinary people, and only people from the holy land could have this capital. It was not strange that Cheng Weikang was a disciple of the holy land.
Listening to Cheng Weikang’s words at this moment, he understood his identity, which made Yang Yiyun a little afraid. He had heard about the nine holy lands in the cultivation world from Lu Yanzhi.
The Wanling Holy Land is the only holy land in the world of cultivation that controls beasts and everything. It can be said that its strength and means cannot be underestimated. Now we finally know why Cheng Weikang has the courage to attack Qingniu, a king-level monster.
The people of Wanling Holy Land have enough means to control monsters.
Yang Yiyu was surprised, but he was just surprised. Now he is also a person with some strength. Of course, this strength includes Lu Yanzhi and the Five Elements Beast, Daxianshi, and Diao’er around him.
He also thought that this place is too desolate to isolate the outside world, and he is not afraid of offending anyone from the holy land.
Besides, it was Cheng Weikang who attacked Qingniu first. Qingniu is now his younger brother. Cheng Weikang attacked Qingniu. He provoked him, Yang Yiyu, and it was a counterattack to save the cow. He did not think he was wrong.
Thinking of this, Yang Yiyun snorted coldly and said bluntly: “Are people from the Holy Land so great? Can they hunt other people’s spirit beasts at will? I, Yang Yiyun, have learned a lot today. If you don’t give me an explanation today, even if you are from the Holy Land, I will kill you without hesitation.”
“Are you Yang Yiyun?”
After Yang Yiyun finished speaking, Cheng Weikang’s face became strange. He was very impressed by the name “Yang Yiyun”.
Before entering the Taihuang Star Sea, he received a solemn instruction from his mother, the Holy Mother of All Spirits, saying that there was a person named Yang Yiyun who directly caused the test monument of the Galaxy Star Border to break when he was tested on the test monument. Therefore, the Holy Mother of All Spirits speculated that Yang Yiyun’s talent was comparable to that of the Ancient Saint Lord, so she must win Yang Yiyun over to enter the Holy Land of All Spirits.
Even the other eight holy places have similar information. Now it is equivalent to that the nine holy places want to win Yang Yiyun into their respective holy places.
What Cheng Weikang saw now was that the magical skills Yang Yiyun displayed had traces of the Changsheng Palace, and he guessed in his heart that Yang Yiyun was a hidden disciple of the Changsheng Palace.
Of course, he was just guessing, and it remains to be verified whether it is true or not.
But now Cheng Weikang can be sure of one thing, Yang Yiyun will not be a hidden monster.
Because of the news conveyed by the foundation test monument, Yang Yiyun is the first time to appear in Taihuang or accept the test of the test monument. If he is a hidden disciple, the test monument will have a record.
Moreover, if Yang Yiyun is really a hidden disciple, he would have killed him by now, and he would not have waited for it. The hidden freaks are extremely powerful and have no scruples at all. However, Cheng Weikang saw a trace of scruples in Yang Yiyun
‘s eyes at this moment. Although it was only a flash, Cheng Weikang saw it clearly. If he was really a hidden freak, Yang Yiyun would not have scruples in his eyes.
The test monument will not lie. This is Yang Yiyun’s first time in Taihuang, and it is also the first time to accept the test of talent.
The key issue now is whether Cheng Weikang can or should he try to win over Yang Yiyu to join their Wanling Holy Land?
Cheng Weikang’s eyes were filled with murderous intent as he thought about it, and he made a decision.
He decided not to win over Yang Yiyu, but to kill Yang Yiyu completely.
Because first, the two sides have become enemies.
Yang Yiyu’s people killed Cheng Weikang’s Seven-Star Sword Slave, which is unforgivable. It seems that Yang Yiyu will not reconcile with him.
Second, the magical skills Yang Yiyu displayed are related to the Changsheng Palace. Even if Yang Yiyu is not a disciple of the Changsheng Palace,
he must have a relationship with Yang Yiyu. In this way, the nine holy places will compete for Yang Yiyu, who is comparable to the ancient saint master. There is no doubt that the people of the Changsheng Palace will have the advantage. Even if there is no Changsheng Palace, Cheng Weikang and Yang Yiyu have a grudge and cannot get Yang Yiyu to join the Wanling Holy Land.
After analyzing these factors in his mind, Cheng Weikang knew that he and Yang Yiyu could only be enemies.
And the death of the Seven-Star Sword Slave made Cheng Weikang unacceptable.
In addition, Cheng Weikang was now certain that Yang Yiyu was not a hidden freak, and he felt more confident. As long as Yang Yiyu was not a hidden freak, even if he was a person with talent comparable to the Ancient Saint Lord, so what? In his hands, Cheng Weikang would not be a piece of cake. The
talent comparable to the Ancient Saint Lord was only talent, not strength.
Now that he has a grudge with Yang Yiyu, Cheng Weikang thinks that he should just kill Yang Yiyu today. Otherwise, if he escapes today, other holy places will be threatened in the future. With Yang Yiyu’s talent comparable to that of the ancient saint master, he will be the biggest threat to Cheng Weikang.
It is the best choice to nip this danger in the bud.
When thinking of this, Cheng Weikang smiled.
…
But Yang Yiyu didn’t know that the fact that he broke the postgraduate entrance examination monument when he was testing the monument had actually attracted the attention of the people in the nine holy places. Now he is the hot cake that the nine holy places are fighting for, and they are all looking for him.
He didn’t know these things at all.
But he didn’t know that Cheng Weikang already knew everything and made the decision to kill him.
Hearing Cheng Weikang asking his name back, Yang Yiyu was a little surprised. It seemed that Cheng Weikang knew him?
But he had never seen this person before. He was stunned for a moment and said, “I am Yang Yiyu, so what? You want to use the name of the Holy Land to suppress me?”
Yang Yiyu thought that Cheng Weikang, a genuine second-generation cultivator, wanted to use his power to suppress him.
He sneered in his heart, “You have found the wrong person.”
Who knew that Cheng Weikang would laugh sinisterly and say, “That’s good. Since you are Yang Yiyu… then… you should die even more.”
After he finished speaking, Cheng Weikang suddenly took action. The Wanling Magic Array in his hand shone brightly, and began to make a humming sound.
After the nine bells on Cheng Weikang’s Wanling Magic Array rang, they burst into a dark green light that instantly illuminated the entire hall.
Yang Yiyu suddenly changed color. He found that the dark green light burst out from the bell of Cheng Weikang’s staff shone behind him. I actually lost my senses. I couldn’t hear or see. There was only the sound of dingdingding bells in my ears, and my consciousness instantly fell into a blur.
This unexpected change shocked him greatly, and he realized that he had underestimated Cheng Weikang, who was indeed a disciple of the Holy Land.
At this moment, Yang Yiyun’s heart was trembling, but he also forced himself to suppress the restlessness in his heart, thinking about the countermeasures, and his mind was racing to activate the two stars in the Liangyi Purple Mansion, the Taiyin and the Sun.
The Donghuang Bell instantly appeared around Yang Yiyun, forming a phantom state, and emitting a vicissitudes of life bell sound.
“Dong…”
The moment the bell sounded, it was as if Cheng Weikang’s magic was broken, and Yang Yiyun’s senses returned, and he saw and heard it.
However, at this moment, Cheng Weikang’s magic staff had already landed one meter above his head. Seeing that the attack was about to succeed, Yang Yiyun had no time to make any counterattacks, and his head tilted.
“Bang…”
“Hiss…”
The solid attack of the magic staff landed on Yang Yiyun’s shoulder, causing Yang Yiyun to gasp.
The whole shoulder made a cracking sound, but it was Cheng Weikang who broke his left shoulder with a blow.
(End of this chapter)
