Liu Yanzheng's whole body was suddenly filled with cold aura.
He turned his head and looked at Wen Ruhe.
The fat old man had a consistent smile on his face, his brows were gentle, and there was no hint of hostility.
The atmosphere in the field became subtle at that moment.
No one spoke.
The invisible sense of oppression was silently clashing between the two. The bluestone slabs in the square made a subtle cracking sound, and the runes on the seventy-two coiled dragon stone pillars flashed violently.
The new disciples in the audience did not dare to breathe.
Elder Ning never straightened up from beginning to end, bending over like a cooked shrimp.
His forehead rested against his folded hands, sweat dripped down the tip of his nose onto the bluestone, and he had only one thought in his mind:
It's over, it's over, Outer Sect Peak Master-level people haven't come here in a hundred years, but two of them came today. What evil have I done...
He no longer dared to think about how it would end.
Wen Ruhe didn't speak, and Liu Yanzheng didn't speak either.
The two people just looked at each other like two swords hanging in mid-air, neither of them willing to withdraw their edge first.
The dead silence lasted for a long time.
After all, it was Liu Yanzheng who took the lead in breaking the silence. His voice was a little deeper than before, as if he was deliberately suppressing his anger:
"Peak Master Wen is joking."
He paused for a moment, then slowly moved his gaze away from Zhou Qi, then returned it to Wen Ruhe, word by word:
"I came here today just to seek justice."
"I hope Peak Master Wen will give Liu some thin noodles!"
The last few words were bitten very hard.
The warm smile on the fat old man's face finally faded for the most part.
He pondered for a moment and said in a sincere and sincere tone, "I am deeply saddened by what happened to your son."
As soon as the words changed, his tone suddenly became firm and resounding. "But Liu Peak Master, the rules are the rules."
"I, Primordial Immortal Sect, have been a sect for thousands of years. Every new disciple is killed from this Immortal Path Minor World. Whose hands are not stained with blood? If even the selection is divided into three, six or nine grades, what's the point?"
He paused and his voice rose a little higher.
"Is it true that only powerful people are allowed to kill people? Small powerful people can only be killed?!"
This is a strong statement, but it is indeed the truth that has been passed down for thousands of years.
The mortality rate among the selected disciples of some small forces is extremely high, and it is even difficult for even one to join Immortal Sect alive in hundreds of years.
Liu Yanzheng's face darkened. He stared at Wen Ruhe, and the air pressure around him became lower and lower.
Wen Ruhe met his sharp gaze calmly, his eyes were open and fearless.
After a moment, Liu Yanzheng spoke with a cold tone:
"Peak Master Wen, I, Liu Yanzheng, naturally understand."
"But my son Liu Qian has always respected all your seniors, and I also called you uncle."
He took half a step forward, and the pressure around him increased again, and his aura was overwhelming:
"You and I are both elders. To be fair, if your female apprentice died inside, would you still speak like this?"
Wen Ruhe's smile faltered slightly.
He lowered his head and glanced at Meng Rou beside him.
Meng Rou was looking up at him, with no trace of fear or panic in his clear eyes, only pure trust and calmness.
The fat old man withdrew his gaze and remained silent for a moment. State of Mind was already clear and transparent.
He raised his eyes and looked at Liu Yanzheng, his tone was calm, not like he was replying:
"Since I dare to let her compete, I am already prepared in my heart... for something to happen to her."
This sentence fell into the scene like a stone dropped into a deep pool.
The ripples spread out and linger for a long time.
Liu Yanzheng's brows furrowed. He stared at Wen Ruhe, the coldness in his eyes gradually replaced by doubt.
He was puzzled.
Wen Ruhe Why would you stand up for a small-power monk whom you never knew?
Although Xuanye Peak has a transcendent status, Wen Ruhe has never been a nosy person.
He and Wen Ruhe have known each other for hundreds of years, and he has never seen this fat old man do this for an outsider.
"Peak Master Wen, what do you mean?" Liu Yanzheng suppressed his anger and spoke in a low voice with a hint of probing.
Wen Ruhe sighed.
"It's just that I can't see it."
He looked at Liu Yanzheng, all polite smiles faded from his face, and for the first time he showed a serious expression.
"I, Wen Ruhe, also came from a small power."
"It's not easy to get all the way to where we are today."
"I've been caught in the rain, so..." He paused and his voice was a little softer, but it was exceptionally clear and powerful.
"I want to hold an umbrella for others!"
There was silence.
Liu Yanzheng looked at Wen Ruhe with complicated eyes. He knew the origin of Wen Ruhe.
Great Zhou Dynasty, the ninety-ninth ranked force, is almost at the bottom.
Five hundred years ago, when this fat old man came out of Small World, he had numerous wounds on his body, not a single elixir left, and Spiritual Power was exhausted. Everyone thought he would not survive that night.
But not only did he survive, he also went from a handyman disciple to the Outer Sect, to the Inner Sect, to Peak Master.
No one knows the ups and downs and cruelty of this journey to immortality better than him.
Liu Yanzheng was silent for a long time.
The two of them looked at each other from a distance. They were both senior monks who had lived for hundreds of years. They had lived through thousands of sails and could understand the obsession and past in each other's eyes without saying anything.
In the end, Liu Yanzheng first looked away and shifted his gaze to Meng Rou.
Then he spoke, his tone was a bit gentler than before, but still without warmth:
"Peak Master Wen is here to choose his direct disciple?"
Wen Ruhe nodded, with a smile on his face again, as if those words had never happened before. "Yes, this is my disciple Meng Rou."
He turned sideways and patted Meng Rou on the shoulder.
"Meng Rou, come and meet your Uncle Liu."
Meng Rou understood, took a step forward, and bowed down Yingying, his posture was respectful but not humble. "Meng Rou pays homage to Uncle Liu."
Liu Yanzheng glanced at her and nodded slightly in response.
The next moment, he took off a small cloth bag from his waist and reached into it. When he came out again, there was a palm-sized jade box in his palm.
The jade box is completely white, with complex patterns engraved on the surface, and there is a vague aura flowing through it.
He handed over the jade box.
"This is a Yin-Yang Flower with three hundred years of medicinal content. Let's use it as a greeting gift for Master Nephew Meng."
Meng Rou was startled and subconsciously looked at Wen Ruhe.
The fat old man smiled and nodded, "Take it, this is your Uncle Liu's wish."
Meng Rou then took the jade box with both hands and thanked him again.
Liu Yanzheng waved his hand and looked at Zhou Qi again.
"Since Peak Master Wen chooses the best to recruit disciples, then I, Myriad Dao Peak, choose a good talent from among them, which is naturally in line with the sect's rules."
He paused slightly, and his voice was cold, carrying irresistible pressure. "Zhou Qi, are you willing to join me, Myriad Dao Peak, and become my disciple?"
The square fell into dead silence for a moment.
Zhou Qi frowned slightly, and instantly understood the other party's intentions.
Liu Yanzheng didn't give him any room to think, and his tone became increasingly cold and cold. "You should think it through before you answer!"
"As long as you join my sect and explain clearly the past trials and grievances, I will spare your life and let bygones be bygones."
He stared at Zhou Qi and spoke loudly and resonantly:
"I, Liu Yanzheng, have lived for five hundred years and I have always kept my word."
Wen Ruhe frowned slightly and spoke to dissuade, "Liu Peak Master's move..."
"Peak Master Wen There is no need to say more." Liu Yanzheng interrupted directly, keeping his eyes on Zhou Qi, and asked:
"I choose my disciples according to the rules, and I haven't broken any of the sect's rules, have I?"