Yu Luomian was about to turn around and leave while carrying Xiao Wu, when the voice of Ning Fengzhi came from behind.
"What's going on? Why didn't the person behind Tang San come out?"
Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, with a hint of real confusion in his tone, "Just watching this Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast being taken away?"
Yu Xiaogang stood on the edge of the ruins, staring in the direction where Tang San was buried, and said to himself, "Why didn't Clear Sky Douluo come out? Isn't he with Xiao San? No matter how slow Titled Douluo is, it's impossible to catch up, unless he's not here at all, or he can't come."
Yu Luomian carried the unconscious Xiao Wu towards the outside of the station. Ning Fengzhi looked at the figure walking farther and farther away. The calmness in his eyes finally disappeared completely. Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone are brought to your lips. People on the entire continent will be jealous of these treasures. They must not be swallowed up by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan family so easily.
"Uncle Bones." Ning Fengzhi's voice was filled with anger.
The figure of Gu Rong disappeared on the spot, and the next moment appeared directly ten steps in front of Yu Luomian, with his hands behind his back, and his figure was as unshakable as a mountain.
"Elder Yu, wait, you can't take her away yet."
Yu Luomian stopped and a coldness flashed in his eyes. "Bone Douluo Why did you say this? This is the trophy I won with my own hands, why can't I take her away?"
Ning Fengzhi walked up slowly from behind, with that gentle smile on his face again, "Elder Yu, we Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect also contributed a lot. We did all the peripheral clearing, isolation and exploration. It's not good for you to just take people away without a word of discussion, isn't it?"
Yu Luomian sneered in his heart. When he was arrested, you stood by and watched the show. When Flender and Zhao Wuji blocked the road, you stood by and watched. Now that he is caught, you come to talk to him about his merits, but he is not so good-looking. He said, but replied in a cold tone, "For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's contribution, I, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, will come to the door and give a thank you gift. But for this Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast, I advise Sect Master Ning not to take any chances with her."
The smile on Ning Fengzhi's face faded a bit. He did not speak to Yu Luomian anymore, but turned his head slightly and glanced at Gu Rong. Gu Rong nodded, and the pressure of level ninety-five Titled Douluo was released without reservation.
The pressure of the space attribute Martial Soul caused the air to twist and deform around Gu Rong. The gravel on the ground was crushed into powder by the invisible force of space, and the stone slab under Yu Luomian's feet was cracked inch by inch.
Yu Luomian reacted extremely quickly. He threw the unconscious Xiao Wu back dozens of steps. At the same time, the blue lightning around him suddenly surged. All nine circles of Soul Ring lit up, and the Soul Power of level 91 Titled Douluo burst out without reservation.
On one side is the Soul Power carrying thunder, and on the other side is the silver-gray Soul Power mixed with space fluctuations. The two Titled Douluo-level forces collided in mid-air. The shock wave blew away all the surrounding rubble. The two Soul Power squeezed together and made a harsh buzzing sound.
Yu Luomian's feet began to retreat slowly. The gap between level 91 and level 95 Soul Power left no room for trickery in a head-to-head encounter. Although Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul was domineering, he could only hold on in the face of absolute level suppression.
Gu Rong stood there with his hands behind his hands and said calmly, "Titled Douluo, who is only at level ninety-one, do you want to resist?"
Soul Power's body around Yu Luomian began to crack. Bone Douluo Gu Rong's power of space was like a millstone, crushing his protective thunder layer by layer. The stone slab under his feet could not withstand the pressure of the power of space, and a shallow pit with a diameter of several steps collapsed centered on Yu Luomian's feet.
He gritted his teeth and used Soul Power to the extreme, trying to use the power of thunder to force open the squeeze of space, but the gap between level ninety-one and level ninety-five, four levels, was an insurmountable gap at Titled Douluo's level.
Gu Rong stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, and with a gentle wave of his right hand, Soul Power condensed into an invisible giant hammer and hit Yu Luomian's protective lightning head-on. Soul Power, which was wrapped in thunder, was completely shattered by this blow, and countless thunder lights scattered in all directions.
Yu Luomian was knocked back seven or eight steps by this blow, each step leaving a deep hole in the ground. He held his chest to steady himself, and a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Ning Fengzhi shook his head and said, "Elder Yu, why bother? If you give that Hundred-Thousand-Year Transformed Soul Beast to me Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, we will definitely provide you with a generous resource. This resource is enough for you Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to train another Soul Saint, or even more. What do you think of this proposal? We Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect are very sincere."
Yu Luomian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up straight, and looked at Ning Fengzhi coldly. "Sect Master Ning doesn't know that the value of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone is higher, or the value of one Soul Saint. It's impossible for you to want me to hand her over."
The smile on Ning Fengzhi's face faded a bit. He sighed softly, turned to Gu Rong and said two words: "Do it."
The figure of Gu Rong disappeared from the place, and the next moment it appeared in front of Yu Luomian. Gu Rong's hands condensed into countless bone spurs, and they attacked Yu Luomian overwhelmingly.
Yu Luomian urged Soul Power to attack with all its strength. The dragon claws and bone spurs collided in mid-air, and a dense metal collision sound erupted.
But in less than twenty rounds, Yu Luomian was hit in the chest by Gu Rong with a Soul Skill. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. Martial Soul collapsed. There were tears torn by bone spurs everywhere on his robe, and blood seeped out from dozens of wounds. He struggled to stand up, but he fell back as soon as he was halfway up.
Gu Rong didn't look at him, but walked straight towards Xiao Wu who was unconscious next to the ruins, and lifted her up with one hand.
Yu Luomian supported the ground, his voice hoarse and cold. "Aren't you afraid that my elder brother Yu Yuanzhen will come to trouble you after he finds out about this?"
Ning Fengzhi stopped and looked back at him. "We are both at level ninety-six, but Uncle Sword hasn't met an opponent for a long time." After saying that, he and Gu Rong turned around and left, and their figures quickly disappeared into the night.
Looking at the mess on the ground, Yu Luomian stood up slowly with his hands on the ground, blood dripping from his sleeves. He stood there and adjusted his breath for a moment, and then walked out of the station.
When passing by Yu Xiaogang, he paused. Yu Xiaogang stood on the edge of the ruins with his hands down, his face gray and his lips moving, as if he wanted to say something.
But Yu Luomian didn't give him a chance to speak, and his voice was cold. "You have been a waste since you were a child, and you are still still now. Your students are working hard in front, and you stand and watch from behind. It is really a shame to the sect."
After saying this, he strode away with a cold face. Yu Xiaogang stood there like a dead wood pile dried by the wind, with no light left in his usually calm eyes.