Although it is also called Purple Cloud Mountain, the Purple Cloud Mountain where Lu Bai is at the moment does not have any maple leaf forest as red as fire.
The area is also quite large. Instead of saying it is Purple Cloud Mountain, it is better to be called Purple Cloud Mountain pulse.
Walking in the mountains, almost everything you see is green peaks.
Strange rocks stand tall and ancient pines are vigorous, so there is no problem in using it as a scenic spot.
Lu Bai has no intention of joining the Qingwang Sect disciples. Anyway, with the cultivation of those Qingwang Sect disciples, it is impossible to provide him with any help. It is better to let them play by themselves.
After making the decision, he flew at a low altitude and headed straight for the highest peak in the mountains.
If nothing else, the young heroes will eventually go to the highest peak in the center of Purple Cloud Mountain.
It is obvious that thousands of Immortal Sect disciples scattered into purple clouds are definitely not as exaggerated as a glass of water poured into the sea.
In terms of the monk's mobility, at most he can pour a glass of water into the fish tank.
Just for a while, Lu Bai felt a lot of Mana fluctuations, and it was obvious that many Xianmen disciples had already taken over.
Lu Bai flies in such a flamboyant way, so he will naturally be noticed by many immortal disciples along the way, but no one has taken action against him yet.
After all, it is rumored that he defeated Xi Ao Yan in the late Foundation Establishment stage with one move. He seems to have entered the Golden Core stage. If he has no confidence in himself, he really does not dare to challenge a strong player like Lu Bai.
However, just because no one provoked him, it didn't mean that no one asked him for help.
Just as Lu Bai was about to fly over a stone forest, an urgent female voice sounded from below.
"This person is Qingwang Sect's senior brother Lu Bai?"
The voice contained the surprise of being saved from a desperate situation, which made Lu Bai glance down subconsciously.
Then he saw that the young woman who was shouting was punched away, blood spurted out, and her black hair like a waterfall was stained with blood and became scattered.
Seeing this, Lu Bai also stopped and stood in mid-air.
After a cursory glance around, the situation below is quite simple.
There were two groups of people, one was three muscular men, the other was five female monks with different looks.
Although the female monks had the numerical advantage, they were clearly being suppressed and had to ask for help.
Seeing that his senior sister was beaten and critically injured, one of the younger junior sisters quickly shouted to Lu Bai.
"I, Fongong Academy, have been friends with the Qingwang Sect for generations. Now that we are in trouble, I hope that senior brother Lu Bai will help me!"
Lu Bai Before he could understand, the three muscle brothers on the other side spoke again.
The leader stood up and bowed his hands to him, saying, "Friend Lu, this matter has nothing to do with you. If you can leave like this, I, Golden Scale Holy Land, will bear your kindness."
Lu Bai can easily sense that the three disciples of Golden Scale Holy Land are all in the Foundation Establishment stage, while among the five disciples of the Fongong Academy, there are only two Foundation Establishment, and they are all in the early stage of Foundation Establishment.
In this situation, let alone a Golden Core monk, even a Foundation Establishment monk is a force that can affect the balance.
Both groups of people were staring at Lu Bai, waiting for him to make a decision.
In comparison, Golden Scale Holy Land looks more relaxed.
In their view, with their Golden Scale Holy Land's reputation, normal people would definitely not want to offend him easily. What's more, they didn't ask Lu Bai for help, they just asked him to pretend they didn't see him and just leave.
"Are you Golden Scale Holy Land so unreasonable?" Fongong Academy's junior sister was so angry that she almost cried.
The leading muscular man curled his lips in disdain. "I blame you Young Academy Master for being ignorant and dare to refuse to become a Daoist companion with Holy Son."
Listening to the conversation between the two parties, Lu Bai suddenly felt a toothache.
I originally thought that the two groups of people were fighting over some treasure, but it was just a matter of co-writing.
This made him feel a little bored, so he activated his spiritual power and prepared to continue flying to the center of Purple Cloud Mountain.
At this moment, the leading muscular man saw Lu Bai replying with action, and smiled with satisfaction, "You have made a wise choice, Lu Daoyou, I will tell Holy Son about this. Even if Holy Son does not allow you to follow, I will definitely give you a reward."
Lu Bai had already flown a short distance away, and when he heard these words, he turned back.
The smile on his face became brighter, "You seem to have misunderstood something."
"What do you mean?"
The leading muscular man was slightly startled.
Lu Bai didn't even explain. He raised his hand to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, condensed a huge spiritual energy palm print, and took a photo in an instant.
The palm prints composed purely of spiritual energy were like towering mountains, with a majestic feeling, covering the three disciples of Golden Scale Holy Land within the attack range.
The gap between Foundation Establishment and Golden Core is not huge, but it is not something that ordinary people can make up for.
Even under the threat of death, the three disciples of Golden Scale Holy Land tried every means but were still unable to do anything.
The palm print was like a mountain pressing down, causing the proud and tough bodies of the Golden Scale Holy Land disciples to be shattered on the spot, and all of them died.
The situation changed so fast that several female disciples of the Fongong Academy didn't even react. By the time they realized that they and others had survived the desperate situation, Lu Bai had already flown far away.
On the high platform of Ziyun City.
The middle-aged man, whose skin shone with golden light, snorted coldly, stood up and looked at Elder Wang.
"Wang the Gambler, you disciples of the Qingwang Sect are quite capable."
Naturally, there is no shortage of secret techniques for recording images in the Immortal Sect.
In order to prevent anyone from cheating, the entire situation in Purple Cloud Mountain is live broadcast.
Therefore, after seeing three of his talented disciples being killed by Lu Bai with one slap, this Golden Scale Holy Land elder did not get violent and hurt anyone, which can be regarded as a good self-control.
Elder Wang felt a little headache in his heart, but since everything had already happened, he couldn't just give in and went back. "What? You can't afford to lose? Don't play if you can't afford it."
"Okay, okay."
Golden Scale Holy Land's elder laughed angrily, didn't say anything more, and sat back in his seat.
An old woman with wrinkles on her face had a complicated expression.
She was the leader of the Brahma Palace this time. She just gave Elder Wang a grateful look and did not speak, mainly because she did not dare to offend the Golden Scale Holy Land.
Golden Scale Saint Son is sitting cross-legged in the air, with golden light shining all over his body, and his whole body exudes a heavy and ominous power.
He soon received the message from his Holy Land disciple before his death, and undisguised murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Lu Bai, right?"
He changed from sitting cross-legged to standing. In the process, his body crackled like thunder, and even the air vibrated.
Noticing his actions, disciple Golden Scale Holy Land, who had just seriously injured an opponent, turned around and asked cautiously, "Holy Son, who are you?"
Golden Scale Saint Son is boiling with murderous intent.
"There is a guy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, and he needs to be given despair."