[Chapter 278 Should I Tell the Truth?]
This old and hoarse voice is hard to hear, but it is precisely because of its uniqueness that many people can remember it.
When Yang Yiyun heard the voice, he knew it was the mermaid Xia Lu. Sure enough, when he looked up, she appeared in the field at some point and walked slowly. She was still wrapped in a white robe, wrapping herself tightly, and her voice was also changed.
And it sounded familiar to Yuan Chenzi. He had dealt with the mysterious owner of Shenlongtan for decades. He dared not touch the power of the second-level innate.
If other brothers from Qingcheng came today, Yuan Chenzi would dare to challenge the owner of Shenlongtan, but today he was alone, and facing the second-level innate powerhouse, he could only stop.
The first level of the innate level is a world of its own, and Yuan Chenzi knew this better than anyone else.
However, he was frightened by the voice of the owner of Shenlongtan. He felt that he still had some face to lose. He looked at her wrapped in white clothes and came over. He said firmly: “Master, what do you mean?”
Xia Lu said in a hoarse voice: “It’s nothing. I just want to tell you that Yang Yiyu is a member of my Shenlongtan.”
As soon as this sentence came out, Yuan Chenzi’s mouth twitched.
He couldn’t help but want to curse in his heart.
But he really didn’t dare.
After a moment of silence, Yuan Chenzi continued: “Even if you are from Shenlongtan, you have to be reasonable, right? Yang Yiyu killed someone from the Ye family, but my Qingcheng is a secular affiliated family, so you have to give an explanation, right?”
“He is just a person representing the family. Kill him. It was the Ye family who provoked Yang Yiyu first. I saw it. You Qingcheng can find another one. There are many ancient martial arts families in Jiuzhou, right?” Xia Lu said in a hoarse voice.
Yuan Chenzi almost felt cheated after hearing this, and finally couldn’t help but roared: “Master Xia Tan, do you think that I Qingcheng is easy to bully?”
“I didn’t say that. I only saw that you, Yuan Chenzi, used the honor of innateness to deal with a person who is not innate. According to the rules of the ancient martial arts world, even if I kill you today, you Qingcheng will have to admit it.” Xia Lu’s tone became tougher in the last sentence.
“You…” Yuan Chenzi’s face was red, and he was about to explode, but he finally held back. He was even the means of this mysterious Shenlongtan Tan. In the past few decades, all the major ancient sects who confronted her seemed to have not gotten a good result. It was rumored that she had a magic weapon in her hand, and she dared to arm wrestle even against the strong men of the third level of innateness.
So Yuan Chenzi could only admit it.
But Yang Yiyu saw another side of Xia Lu, a domineering, generous, and full of aura, or it could be said that it was the embodiment of her strength.
Whether it was the ancient martial arts world or the cultivation world, Yang Yiyu knew that the stronger the strength, the simpler and more direct it was, and the words spoken with a big fist were the truth.
If you are not convinced, I will beat you until you are convinced.
Xia Lu is in this situation at the moment.
Just look at Yuan Chenzi’s livid face.
Just when Yuan Chenzi was embarrassed, a hearty laugh came from the sky.
“Hahaha~ Master Xia Tan, Brother Yuan Chen, calm down, why hurt the harmony.”
Then another voice echoed: “That’s right, you two must not be angry, today is the Ancient Martial Arts Conference, if there is anything, it’s not too late to talk about it at the conference.”
Hearing these two voices, almost everyone looked up, and saw two figures flying in front and behind the top of the stone wall.
Two more innate myths.
Soon two old men appeared in the field, one wearing a purple and gold Taoist robe, and the other a white Taoist robe.
Both were dressed with ancient swords on their backs.
In Yang Yiyu’s perception, the old man in purple and gold Taoist robes seemed to have the same aura as Xia Lu, and should be a strong man in the second level of innate, and the old man in white Taoist robes had the same aura as Yuan Chenzi.
After these two people appeared, Xia Lu and Yuan Chenzi greeted them at the same time.
“Meet Taoist Changling, Taoist Baishan.”
“Master Xia Tan is polite~”
The two greeted Xia Lu.
At this moment, two more wild laughs came from far away: “Master Changling, you are not dead yet, hahaha~”
Two old men in Tang suits came from a distance, about sixty years old.
The one walking in front had a head full of sixties, playing with a string of blood-red bracelet beads in his hand, shining, and it was very expensive at first glance. He had a smile on his face, like Maitreya Buddha, and it was this person who spoke.
Only the other person was holding a black cane, with a blank expression on his face. Every step he took, the cane in his hand would make a ding sound, which made people tremble, as if it could knock on their hearts. The
aura of these two people was no less than that of Yuan Chenzi, and they had a little bit of it, but they were not the second level of innate.
Six innate strongmen gathered in the field.
Yang Yiyu saw that among his grandfather Duanmu Xingtian and his group, a charming old woman and a short and fat old man came forward to greet the two people who had just appeared.
There is no need to think that these two innates are the backers behind the overseas ancient martial arts family.
At this moment, Taoist Chang Ling narrowed his eyes and stared at the old man holding the blood-red bead and said, “Old Demon Ding, you are not dead, so I can’t die either.”
It seemed that the two of them had a feud
. “Hahaha, you should be dead soon~” The old man, who was called Old Demon Ding by Taoist Chang Ling, was still smiling. After saying that, he didn’t give Chang Ling a chance to refute and bowed to Xia Lu and said hello: “Master Xia Tan, long time no see~”
“Ding Yang, you coming to participate in the ancient martial arts conference is a rule set by the ancestors of the ancient martial arts world. I have no objection, but in the heart of Jiuzhou, I hope you don’t mess around.” Xia Lu’s hoarse tone was indifferent, with a bit of warning.
“Haha, don’t worry. I came here only for money, not for my life.” Ding Yang smiled like Maitreya Buddha.
“It’s the best.” Xia Lu said lightly.
At this time, Yuan Chenzi’s eyes flickered. He looked at Yang Yiyu, then at Chang Ling and others, and finally fell on Wudang’s Baishan Taoist. He suddenly said, “Brother Baishan, everyone~ This kid is called Yang Yiyu. He has the recipe of Peiyuan Pill. Whether your Wudang’s Xiao Peiyuan Pill recipe has been stolen, it must be related to this kid.”
Yuan Chenzi hated Yang Yiyu. He knew that most of the people who appeared in the ancient sect this time were actually here for Peiyuan Pill. He said this now just to cause trouble for Yang Yiyu. I believe that Wudang’s Baishan will not sit idly by. Xiao Peiyuan Pill is the recipe of Wudang’s sect.
Yang Yiyu narrowed his eyes and looked at Yuan Chenzi. This old man was still playing dirty?
Okay, I’ll remember this grudge.
Xia Lu turned her head and looked at Yuan Chenzi, with murderous intent. She regarded Yang Yiyu as a friend, so she would naturally side with Yang Yiyu.
She knew what Yuan Chenzi’s words would bring to Yang Yiyu.
Wudang went out to investigate this matter, and was extremely serious. They sent Baishan, a master of the second level of Xiantian.
Yuan Chenzi’s words accelerated the conflict, and the two overseas people were obviously not here for the Peiyuan Dan recipe.
At this moment, she wanted to slap Yuan Chenzi to death.
Sure enough, Wudang’s Baishan Taoist priest instantly set his sights on Yang Yiyu.
And the two overseas Xiantians also looked at Yang Yiyu, their eyes full of fiery.
Only Changling Taoist priest had a calm look, but she didn’t know what he was thinking.
In Xia Lu’s heart, she knew Changling. He was from Kunlun Mountain. Kunlun has always been sensible and has a good relationship with Shenlongtan. This made Xia Lu feel relieved. The main concern was Wudang’s Baishan, but her cultivation was equivalent to the second level of Xiantian.
Then she said, “Let me introduce you to Yang Yiyu, a member of my Shenlongtan.” This sentence once again emphasized the determination of Shenlongtan to protect Yang Yiyu.
Then Xia Lu introduced Yang Yiyu: “Master Changling of Kunlun, Master Baishan of Wudang, Ding Yang of Shenzong, and the Dixin Protector of Anmen~”
She introduced several Xiantians to Yang Yiyu so that Yang Yiyu could get to know them.
Yang Yiyu found that the eyes of several people were different and complicated.
Especially Baishan of Wudang had an urgent look in his eyes. It seemed that he really came for Peiyuan Dan.
At this moment, Yuan Chenzi looked at Yang Yiyu with a gloating look on his face, and then looked at Baishan. He wanted to see a good show, and he didn’t believe that Wudang was not anxious.
Sure enough, after Xia Lu finished speaking, Wudang Taoist Master Baishan stepped forward and stared at Yang Yiyu, saying word by word: “Friend Yang, when I went out of the mountain this time, I did receive secular news and found out that Peiyuan Pill appeared in the world. The sect is undoubtedly paying attention to this matter. Please answer truthfully whether there is such a thing as Peiyuan Pill? If there is, where did it come from?”
Hearing Baishan’s words, which were quite respectful, Yang Yiyu wondered whether he should tell the truth.
After thinking about it, Yang Yiyu decided to tell the truth. Anyway, the recipe of Peiyuan Pill in his hand was not for martial arts. As for whether Baishan believed it after he finished speaking, it was not his business.
If he didn’t believe him after he told the truth and wanted to make trouble, Yang Yiyu thought to himself: “I’m not a pushover, I’ll fight you to death.”
Under Baishan’s urgent eyes, Yang Yiyu slowly said: “To be honest, I did get the recipe of Peiyuan Pill, but it’s definitely not from your Wudang.
A few months ago, I found a skeleton in a deep mountain. It was a legacy left by a man named Sikong Yuan, and the recipe was Peiyuan Pill…”
When he said this, Baishan’s face suddenly turned red and he was very excited. He interrupted Yang Yiyu and asked: “Excuse me, fellow Taoist, besides the recipe of Peiyuan Pill, have you inherited any other recipes?”
(End of this chapter)
