[Chapter 495 Either a Madman or a Fool]
“Are you surprised?” Yang Yiyu took a step forward and slapped Mu Feichou with his palm.
As the saying goes, a person’s reputation is like the shadow of a tree. Yang Yiyu’s reputation as Yang Fengmo still has a lot of weight in the ancient martial arts world, especially for the three sects that have a grudge against Yang Yiyu. For example, the people of Qingcheng have a psychological shadow.
Nearly twenty people in Qingcheng have died at the hands of Yang Yiyu. With the background of various versions of rumors, Mu Feichou is still very afraid.
Facing Yang Yiyu’s palm slap, Mu Feichou felt a pressure like a tidal wave. His face changed drastically. He did not dare to be careless at all. He tried his best to resist and shouted to the people behind him: “Go and ask the ancestor~”
Qingcheng has an ancestor at the peak of the ninth level of the innate realm coming out this time. He is now meeting old monsters from other sects. Mu Feichou thought of the ancestor of the great perfection of the ninth level of the innate realm at the first time. Yang Yiyu’s powerful cultivation aura, in Mu Feichou’s eyes, can only ask the ancestor to kill Yang Yiyu. He himself is not sure.
“Boom~”
Both sides collided fiercely.
“Cough cough~Puff~”
Mu Feichou vomited blood immediately.
Yang Yiyu looked at Mu Feichou who flew backwards and fell to the ground vomiting blood, with a smile on his lips, and walked towards him step by step, his voice full of coldness: “If you bully my Yunmen, I will peel off your skin if I say so.”
Feng Tianya and others behind Yang Yiyu were shocked when they heard Yang Yiyu’s words, and their eyes turned red instantly. They have always been independent cultivators, without any sect, school or background. Wherever they go in the ancient martial arts world, they are bullied and looked down upon. When have they ever thought of Yang Yiyu helping them vent their anger and protect their children like this?
It would be a lie to say that they were not moved.
Feng Tianya looked at Yang Yiyu’s back with red eyes and said to the people around him: “We are so lucky to meet such a wise leader as the Sect Master. It will be worth it even if we die in the future. Everyone remember what I said. From now on, we are Yunmen people in life and Yunmen ghosts in death.”
“Don’t worry, Elder Feng. Just because the Sect Master stood up for us today, we are willing to die even if it means death.”
“That’s right, we are Yunmen people in life and Yunmen ghosts in death.”
Several casual cultivators were truly reassured at this time and were moved by Yang Yiyu’s protective love.
…
Mu Feichou, a dignified ninth-level intermediate cultivator, was not defeated by Yang Yiyu’s attack. He finally felt fear and knew how powerful Yang Yiyu was.
Facing Yang Yiyu’s smiling approach, Mu Feichou’s eyes were simply the King of Hell who wanted his life. He sat on the ground and quickly retreated, saying with a look of horror: “You…you, you, don’t come over~”
“Are you scared?” Yang Yiyu grinned and continued to approach Mu Feichou step by step, scaring him to death.
“Yang Yiyu… you… you don’t come over here, I… I… I will give you the station~” Mu Feichou finally backed down, and his previous arrogance disappeared, replaced by a panicked face.
“Haha, it’s over, prepare to die~” Yang Yiyu narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and a huge hand formed under the gathering of true energy, and went towards Mu Feichou. He wanted to peel off Mu Feichou’s skin and establish his prestige at the Xiantian Discussion Conference, so that everyone knows that he is a disciple of Yunmen, and others can’t provoke him. If he
doesn’t establish his prestige in the future, all kinds of cats and dogs can come and bully Yunmen disciples.
Just as Yang Yiyu was about to take action, two roars sounded in the sky.
“Stop~”
“How dare you~”
Yang Yiyu saw two figures flying from dozens of meters away, and he sensed that they were the existence of the ninth level of Xiantian Great Perfection.
Needless to say, he should be the ancestor of Qingcheng. He naturally heard Mu Feichou’s words “Go and invite the ancestor” just now, but he ignored the person who left. Since he dared to take action, he was not afraid of revenge. Today, he is no longer the Yang Yiyun who is afraid of the consequences.
Instead, he has a solid foundation of the ninth level, comparable to the ninth level of the ancient martial arts. He can also be called a strong man in the ancient martial arts world.
As long as he does not encounter the golden elixir, he is not really afraid of the ancient martial arts who have reached the ninth level of the innate perfection.
With the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand, the strong true qi in his body, and the magic in his mind, what is there to fear?
Ignoring these two warning voices, Yang Yiyun sneered, grabbed Mu Feichou in his hand, and rubbed him from head to toe. Mu Feichou screamed immediately.
“Ah…”
Then Yang Yiyun had an extra skin in his hand, and Mu Feichou was also crushed to death by him.
“How dare you, little thief~”
“Why are you doing this, fellow Taoist~”
Two figures came in an instant.
At this time someone exclaimed in surprise, “Oh my goodness, it’s the ancestor Mu Daoran from Qingcheng and Chen Yunfeng from Tiangang Mountain. It is rumored that these two people are both in the ninth level of the innate great perfection~”
“Now Yang Yiyu is in trouble. As the host, Senior Chen Yunfeng from Tiangang Mountain may not take action. Mu Daoran from Qingcheng alone is enough to deal with Yang Yiyu.”
“Yang Yiyu is called Yang Fengmo in the ancient martial arts world. It is indeed worthy of his reputation today. He said he would skin Mu Feichou, and he really dared to do it. He is really… brave and knowledgeable~”
“The key is that he clearly saw the arrival of the two masters, but he still killed Mu Feichou. This courage shows that he is either a madman or a fool.”
“That’s not necessarily the case. Since Yang Yiyu knew that the two masters were coming, he still dared to kill Mu Feichou. I think he is confident and capable.”
“Forget it. No matter how strong he is, Yang Fengmo is only at the advanced ninth level of innate cultivation. Although there is a half-level difference between him and the great perfection of the ninth level of innate cultivation, for people who have cultivated to this level, half a level means a world of difference in strength. If the Qingcheng Patriarch gets angry, Yang Yiyu will be skinned alive even if he doesn’t die~”
“Just wait and see. We don’t know what will happen…”
After hearing the discussion in the field, Yang Yiyun understood some information. He squinted his eyes and saw two white-haired old men, one wearing a green robe and the other wearing a white robe, falling in front of him at the same time.
Judging from the clothes, the old man in green was Mu Daoran from Qingcheng, and the old man in white was naturally Chen Yunfeng from Tiangang Mountain. It
was Mu Daoran from Qingcheng who called him a bold thief.
Mu Daoran watched helplessly as Yang Yiyu skinned and tore his own disciple to pieces. His old face turned purple. After falling from mid-air, he stared at Yang Yiyu with eyes as sharp as a knife and said, “Okay, okay, you little thief Yang Yiyu, you have killed my Qingcheng disciples and attacked twenty-eight people. I was going to settle the score with you this time, but I didn’t expect you to be so rampant. You have
killed people like crazy and used cruel means. You have wiped out families in the financial city. All signs indicate that you are better than thousands of demons. Recently, I will eliminate this harm to the people and kill this demon.”
“Hahaha~” Yang Yiyu laughed wildly when he heard Mu Daoran’s words.
Then he stared at Mu Daoran and said, “You old immortal, why don’t you ask yourself whether the people from Qingcheng deserve to die? You come up with a hat of a demon, which is really heavy.
However, I tell you, you people from Qingcheng deserve to die. Do you think I will kill you, an old immortal, to get rid of this evil for the people? Well, today I want to see how capable you, an old man, are. How dare you be so shameless?
You even dare to call yourself an ancient sect shamelessly. It’s a joke. You can beat people at will under the skin of a sect and tear down the tents that others have worked hard to build without asking any questions. In comparison, who is the demon? After
Yang Yiyu finished speaking, it immediately caused a roar among many people in the field.
“That’s right. These ancient sects usually bully people by taking advantage of their power. They are used to bullying people. ”
“Keep your voice down~”
“I’m not afraid~”
“…”
Some people were muttering in the crowd, and some people who had been suppressed by Qingcheng were hiding in the crowd and feeling indignant, which was also considered as supporting Yang Yiyu, but no one dared to come out when they were asked.
“Humph, if it’s useful for you to incite people’s hearts, it won’t be the ancient martial arts world where the strong prey on the weak and the strong are respected. Today, I will see whether you have the strength to back up your words.” Mu Daoran snorted coldly and was about to take action.
At this time, Chen Yunfeng of Tiangang Mountain hurriedly said, “Brother Daoran, please calm down and give me some face. This session is the Taoist Conference hosted by our Tiangang Mountain. Let’s not fight today, okay?”
“Humph, Chen Yunfeng, don’t say any more. That little thief Yang Yiyu killed my Qingcheng disciples under my nose. If it were you, Chen Yunfeng, could you bear this breath? Don’t stop me, or I will turn against you~”
Mu Daoran was even more domineering than Mu Feichou, and he didn’t give the host Tiangang Mountain any face.
“You~” Chen Yunfeng was so angry that his beard curled up.
At this time, Mu Daoran had turned into a residual shadow and rushed towards Yang Yiyu.
“Little thief, come and die~” Mu Daoran roared and punched Yang Yiyu, forming a huge fist condensed with true energy.
Yang Yiyu’s eyes condensed, silver light flashed in his hand, and he raised the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand and rushed forward.
Today he knew that if he didn’t deal with a ninth-level innate great perfection, more people would come to trouble him.
(End of this chapter)
