Supreme Immortal Demon

Volume 1: Baiyujing of the Tang Dynasty Chapter 1,250: Second on the Heavenly Ranking

"What are you doing! Are you bullying the few with your numbers?"

"Hahaha, what a shitty disciple of Tianshu Sect, you have no ability to fight and lose, so you just take it out on others?"

"Bah! I still have one arm, if you dare, chop it off!"

The three monks whose arms were cut off were not cowards. They picked up the broken arms and looked at the disciples of Li's Feixiong Division without showing any weakness, laughing loudly and making sarcastic remarks. △

Their tough performance immediately aroused cheers from the monks watching on the high slope.

"Good, good, good! The three Taoist friends are really tough, hahaha, we should be like this!"

"Well said. Who can come to Tianping Guangzhen without some background power... He is so domineering, do you really think you can win?"

"Haha, you know, Tianshu Sect claims to be the second largest sect in Tianchen Continent, but it is just because of the large number of people and the base of hundreds of thousands of cultivators. Perhaps they have long been accustomed to bullying the minority."

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The sarcastic laughter became more and more, and the hundreds of disciples of Li's Feixiong Division all looked ugly. A short man from the disciples of Wu's Qinghu Division not far away came out. The thin monk looked around at the monks who were laughing and whispering, and said lightly: "I am Wu Yuan, a disciple of the Qinghu Division of Tianshu Sect. I am honored to meet you fellow Taoists. Just now, it was indeed several junior brothers from the Feixiong Division who were impulsive. However, it is fine for you to watch the fun and place bets among the disciples of our Tianshu Sect, but you actually hurt others with words. Is that reasonable?"

"Then it is reasonable to hurt others with your hands? This is the first time I have heard that hurting others with your hands is more reasonable than hurting others with words."

A monk watching not far away said in a sarcastic tone, and the voice fell, and there was another round of laughter.

Wu Yuan had a faint smile on his face. Before he could continue, a disciple of the Feixiong Division next to him finally couldn't help it.

"Yes, the fist of the Taoist master is more reasonable than your mouth!"

A disciple of the Feixiong Division had red eyes. A burrowing technique appeared behind the monk and punched out.

"Sure enough, they only know how to sneak attack." The monk sneered, and did not hesitate. He put his hands behind his back and formed a seal. A shield of water and fire appeared behind him, blocking the punch of the Feixiong disciple.

The other Feixiong disciples could not sit still. They all stepped forward, and there were many monks on the high slope who were not satisfied. In a blink of an eye, more than ten figures rushed out.

Boom!

The Feixiong disciples and the onlookers fought fiercely. The number of participants increased. More and more Feixiong disciples came to join the fight after hearing the news, and the onlookers on the slope were also afraid that the world would not be in chaos, either secretly attacking or directly killing into the battle circle.

Until then. Wu Yuan, a disciple of the Qinghu tribe, just showed a smile of success, retreated to the Qinghu tribe, exchanged glances with his fellow apprentices, smiled and whispered, gloating. The Wu family Qinghu and Li family Feixiong did not get along well. One was good at planning, and the other was brave. Most of the time, the Qinghu tribe could easily defeat the Feixiong tribe. In addition, a great leader of the Young Fox Tribe has risen in recent years, and they are acting more and more arrogantly. For example, they were the first to provoke the conflict with the Flying Bear Tribe.

But they never expected that they only wanted to suppress the Flying Bear Tribe, but it quickly developed to an uncontrollable level after half an incense stick.

In just half an incense stick, more than 500 cultivators from all parties were involved in the conflict. Nearly 30% of the cultivators gathered on the high slope beside the Void Chaos Sea participated in the fight. The remaining cultivators were also ready to move, and from time to time, some cultivators could not control themselves and rushed into the battle circle.

Since the news of the Daozu clone falling into Taipingguang Town came out, within a few days, large and medium-sized forces in the Tianchen Continent heard the news and sent strong men with disciples. All went to Taipingguang Town. The strong men from all parties naturally stayed put, but the disciples who came with them could not suppress their inner restlessness. Thinking of the strong men around them, the emperor, the emperor, and even the ancestor's clone, they were excited. But they also knew that even though they were elite disciples of various sects, they were useless. They came here for only one purpose - to broaden their horizons.

Contradictory emotions had been buried in their hearts since the first day they arrived in Taipingguang Town. The Li Feixiong Division of Tianshu Sect was just a fuse.

Human cultivators, demon cultivators, monster cultivators and some beast-transformed cultivators from more than 30 large and medium-sized forces turned into a flood beside the sea of ​​chaos in the void and violently collided with each other. After a short chaos, nearly a thousand cultivators involved in the conflict finally remembered the source of the conflict. Gradually, everyone gathered together, twisted into a group, and rushed to the disciples of Tianshu Sect - not only the disciples of the Li Feixiong Division, but also the disciples of the Wu Qinghu Division.

The disciples of these two divisions added up to only more than 200 people. How could they withstand opponents that were five times their own? In a blink of an eye, the defensive formation was broken.

Wu Yuan, the chief disciple of the Green Fox Division, turned pale, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "Go!"

But at this moment, the disciples of the Tianshu Sect were surrounded, and there was no way out. The formation was shrinking, and people were crowded shoulder to shoulder, let alone escape.

From time to time, disciples of the Tianshu Sect were knocked to the ground, covered in blood, and their lives and deaths were unknown. The atmosphere of panic lingered among the disciples of the Tianshu Sect. The elite disciples of the two divisions who usually looked down on others were pale, including Wu Yuan, and they were at a loss and regretted it.

Just when everything was about to be completely out of control, a figure appeared in the void and chaotic sea outside the battle circle.

The man stepped on a splashing wave of the chaotic sea, motionless, and under the reflection of countless lights and shadows in the depths of the distant void, it was like a long-standing relief carving, stagnant, still, until eternity.

Finally, one of the Tianshu Sect disciples on the high slope by the sea saw him, and his face suddenly showed ecstasy and excitement. However, just a moment later, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and the joy in his eyes suddenly dimmed, and his eyes were full of panic and fear.

Soon, the cultivators of Feixiong and Qinghu saw the man, and their reactions were exactly the same as the first disciple. After a brief surprise, they all showed panic, especially Wu Yuan, whose eyes were full of bitterness and regret.

Although they were panic, with the appearance of that person, the fighting spirit of the Tianshu Sect disciples was reactivated and awakened. Everyone was desperate and sacrificed their lives, and actually blocked an opponent that was five times their own.

"Haha, Brother Lan is indeed the spiritual leader of the Tianshu Sect disciples. As soon as Brother Lan appeared, he did nothing, and didn't even say a word, but he made the disciples of the eighteen surnames invigorated and doubled their fighting power."

A tall and thin cultivator in a brown cloak appeared behind the man on the virtual sea and said with a smile.

Three more figures flew from the depths of the Void Sea and landed behind "Brother Lan". They were three men and one woman, all less than a hundred years old, and their cultivation had all broken through the realm of the heavens. Not only was their cultivation astonishingly high, but their spirit and aura were not comparable to the elite disciples of more than 30 forces on the high slope. They were suspended in the void sea, like a high-flying dragon eagle, looking down at the thousands of cultivators on the hillside who were gathered together like ants.

If Luo Chuan was here, he would definitely recognize them. He had seen two of the four people before. They were the new talents at the bottom of the Heavenly Ranking, Song Xuan and He Luoluo, who he met at Canghai Academy.

"I'm not a spiritual leader. I'm not, never have been."

The young cultivator standing in front of the four raised his eyebrows and laughed. His smile was a bit innocent and a bit disappointing: "It's just that every time I return to Tianshu Sect, I will call out the elite disciples of the Nine Veins and spar with them... After a few times, they seem to be particularly excited every time they see me."

The four people behind him looked at each other and could see the surprise in each other's eyes.

He Luoluo smiled, brushed away the messy bangs, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Lan Dao means...select the strong from the elite disciples of the Nine Veins to spar with them one by one?"

"This is too troublesome. Of course, we will go together." The cultivator said.

"Elite disciples of the Nine Veins...With the number of disciples in Tianshu Sect, even the elite disciples, I'm afraid there are nearly 10,000, right?" Song Xuan asked with a smile.

"Twelve thousand three hundred and twenty-one." Lan Xiaosheng finished speaking and shook his head: "These are not the main points. The main point is that the number of elite disciples of Tianshu Sect has been increasing less and less in recent years. Every time I return to the sect, I rarely meet one or two interesting new elite disciples."

"Buddha Tathagata... The way that Patron Lan motivates his fellow disciples is interesting." The round-faced monk among the four people chanted the Buddha's name and said with a smile, but his eyes twitched involuntarily.

The four people looked at each other subconsciously, feeling helpless. It was no wonder that the number of new elite disciples of Tianshu Sect was decreasing. Becoming an elite disciple meant being beaten up by Lan Xiaosheng, who was ranked second on the Heavenly Ranking, and being beaten up among tens of thousands of people. Who would be willing to accept such humiliation, even if the other party was the best of the best geniuses in the world?

One against ten thousand, and an elite disciple of Tianshu Sect with a high level of cultivation... This true legend in the Heavenly Ranking is a true enemy of ten thousand people.

The four of them were all geniuses on the Heavenly Ranking, the best among the top geniuses. They were usually arrogant and conceited, but they dared not show any disrespect to Lan Xiaosheng, who was ranked second on the Heavenly Ranking, and they dared not step over the line.

"Haha, they've been beaten up. Those smart guys from the Green Fox Tribe must have learned their lesson. Fellow Taoists, wait for me here. I'll be back soon."

Lan Xiaosheng smiled and stepped forward.

As he took this step, the originally static relief painting was broken, spreading out with him as the center. The sea tide in the void was surging, rushing and rushing, making a thunderous roar.

It was not until this time that the monks fighting on the hillside discovered the cloth-robed monk who flew out of the void sea. In an instant, more than half of the monks recognized who the person was, their faces changed slightly, and they dared not move again.

When Lan Xiaosheng came to the top of the hillside, more than a thousand monks on the hillside were already silent, as if they were afraid to move, and looked at Lan Xiaosheng nervously.

Only one person shocked thousands of elite monks from more than 30 forces. Lan Xiaosheng was wearing a dark green cloth robe, nine feet tall, not very strong, with a faint smile on his face, and at first glance there was nothing surprising.

At this moment, Lan Xiaosheng's eyes were suddenly attracted by a person not far away.

"Huh... a hybrid beast-demon monk? What a white bear with wings. I am in need of a first-generation step mount in Tianping Guang Town." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!

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