The disciple wanted to say, "You lot, Senior Brother Lang could kill you all with One Sword."
But he ultimately failed to say it.
Lang Ping reached out and grabbed his arm, gently shaking her head.
Lang Ping raised her eyes and looked at the person opposite her.
Yun Zhi...
Since he was expelled from Longevity Star Peak, he has had no connection with these people.
The Lang Ping of yesteryear is gone.
Lang Ping is now a disciple of Ximu Peak, and also Direct Disciple disciple of the deputy Peak Master Ximu Peak.
His master taught him the Sword Dao, not so that he could fight and be violent with his fellow disciples.
It's meaningless.
Waste of time.
There's no need for that.
Let's go.
Lang Ping's gaze swept lightly over Yun Zhi opposite her, and she spoke softly.
Although the other disciples were indignant, they naturally wouldn't disobey Lang Ping's wishes since Lang Ping had already spoken. They simply glared at the person opposite them and followed closely behind Cao Chun.
" Senior Brother Stone is truly Senior Brother Stone; he never fights back when hit, never talks back when insulted, a stubborn and unyielding Stone, hehe..."
The disciple from Longevity Star Peak tried to provoke Lang Ping's anger, saying things he didn't understand.
But nobody paid any attention to him.
He's just asking for trouble.
Cao Chun, on the other hand, turned around impatiently and said coldly, " Yun Zhi, can't you control your people? They're so noisy, like insects and flies buzzing around."
"I've witnessed firsthand the skill level of Longevity Star Peak."
Putting everything else aside, his verbal skills are truly impressive.
"Let's go."
Yun Zhi's expression turned ugly for a moment. He suddenly turned around and looked at the disciple who was still chattering. The coldness in his eyes made the other party shut up instantly, and a rare hint of fear appeared on his face.
There was also a sense of awkwardness.
Lang Ping ignored them, making them look like clowns...
Although the two groups were traveling side by side, they were some distance apart, and the atmosphere was silent as they both moved at their fastest possible speed.
In just half a day, we arrived at the designated location.
Upon arrival, one could see that many disciples from the Purple Firmament Palace and Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect were also on their way.
They moved towards the center.
When they arrived, they discovered that besides the disciples, there were also elders on both sides, whose powerful auras could be felt from afar.
There's also an atmosphere of confrontation...
"Cough cough..."
Beside the makeshift arena, Cao Zhengyang sat cross-legged on a lotus-shaped clay platform, his breath weak, his Qi and Blood and energy depleted, and his face extremely pale.
His body tilted slightly, and the lotus-shaped mud platform beneath him slowly channeled Spiritual Qi and rich earth energy, which helped to alleviate his injuries and allow him to catch his breath.
With just one glance, Cao Zhengyang saw the girl in red rushing towards him not far away. His brows relaxed slightly, then quickly furrowed again.
Chun'er...
Chun'er seems to be alright, but this child is also nearby, getting involved in this mess.
Tsk...
"Father!"
Cao Chun spotted Cao Zhengyang at a glance, his eyes widened, and he lunged forward without hesitation, his eyes filled with panic.
"Dad, are you alright?"
"How come even this is..."
She looked at Cao Zhengyang with concern, and at the lotus-shaped mud platform beneath him.
This thing...
It can be considered Cao Zhengyang's natal magic Law Treasure, a Saint Weapon of a very high grade, but it can only be considered that way.
Because Cao Zhengyang was unable to fully refine it!
In other words, one wrong move could backfire.
Cao Zhengyang shook his head slightly at Cao Chun.
"Nothing happened, so it can be considered a blessing in disguise..."
He was indeed injured, but it was precisely because of this that he accidentally refined this clay platform. Although it was not a magical Law Artifact for attack, it possessed extremely strong defensive capabilities and the ability to nourish the body.
but...
He twitched his brow, Divine Sense pushed away Cao Chun who was about to step forward, and shook his head at her.
Cao Chun was stunned, not understanding.
However, although she was spoiled, she also had her merits. She would never throw a tantrum when she needed to be obedient. Knowing that her father did not want her to go forward, she hesitated for a moment before leading her disciples to stand next to the disciples of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect.
Cao Zhengyang breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the opposite side.
Opposite them were several elders from the Purple Firmament Palace.
All three were at Half-Step Great Saint.
On his side, besides himself, there was only one elder from Chunhuo Peak left, putting him at a disadvantage with two against three.
The elder, named Gan Cu, had a fairly good relationship with Cao Zhengyang. Now, the two stood close together, and Gan Cu's brows were slightly furrowed. He remained silent, but his expression showed worry.
Cao Chun stood far away, and looking into the distance, he was suddenly startled for a moment.
Her talent in Sword Dao is actually only average.
However, his talent in Dao of Alchemy and alchemy far surpasses his Sword Dao.
Cao Zhengyang always indulged her, which allowed her to learn far too many formations and Pill Formula.
Now, her expression suddenly changed. She took a few steps back, ignoring the strange looks from those around her, and paced back and forth until she finally stopped behind Cao Zhengyang, her face drastically changed.
"This is..."
Cao Chun managed to utter only two words before swallowing the rest.
She found out...
She finally understood why such a ridiculous arena had been set up in the secret realm.
Logically speaking, a fight shouldn't take place here, no matter where it is. Since the arena exists, it means there must be a reason for its existence.
Heavenly Net Scarlet Pattern Formation!
A selection formation that has been lost since High Antiquity times.
Her father, Elder Gan, and the three cultivators from the Purple Firmament Palace opposite them were standing at the very core of the formation!
Each disciple was sent to the center of the five people's positions to undergo trials and challenges—this was a selection process!
As for what to screen...
Cao Chun clenched his teeth and looked at the girl who had fallen into a coma and was lying in the arms of a senior brother from the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect not far away.
It is about inheritance.
It is highly likely to be the legacy of Great Saint Sage who specializes in formations!
At that moment, in the center of the makeshift arena—the formation—a figure flew out and landed outside the five people. It was none other than a disciple of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect, blood gushing from his mouth, his face filled with resentment but also helplessness.
The disciple of the Purple Firmament Palace, standing straight in the middle, casually smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes and gave a cold smile.
"Is this all the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect is capable of?"
"As expected of a trash sect, you should have given up your position as one of the four major sects long ago."
" The fortuitous opportunity here are rightfully ours, Purple Firmament Palace."
"Waste!"
"Heh... who else? Show me what you've got, don't let me look down on you!"
One of the Elder Gong at the center of the battle chuckled, stroked his beard, and looked at Cao Zhengyang with a knowing smile in his eyes.
" Cao Zhengyang, I think the outcome is already decided..."
"Is there any need to compete anymore?"