The fairy father

Although Mu Ningning shouted anxiously, Li Ping'an's expression did not change much.

There wasn't even a trace of waves in Dao's heart.

There is a saying that Li Ping'an was slightly disappointed by the Wanyun Sect spell performed by this young disciple.

This disciple is already at the second or third level of the God Gathering Realm, and the power of his spells is so ordinary, without the aura of shattering doors and breaking stones.

This is not the God-gathering realm that Li Ping'an longs for.

Li Ping'an tapped his feet lightly, stepped back, and dodged the air swords steadily.

As the clothes flew, Li Pingan had a small crossbow in his right hand. A wisp of mana was injected into it, and the sound of the internal spring exploded. Several rusty sleeve arrows were fired at the young disciples of Yaochen Peak.

The young disciple hurriedly backed down, and his left shoulder was pierced by a sleeve arrow. His face was so painful that his face was distorted.

The disciple was furious, knocked away the arrows in his sleeves, sealed the wound, and used the talisman to activate the cloud-driving spell.

On the side, Mu Ningning arrived with a sword, and the sword edge swept across.

The young disciple had no choice but to retreat, staring intently at Li Ping'an.

Li Ping'an remained calm and continued to observe Mu Ningning's fight with his opponent, sighing secretly in his heart.

Facing the God-Gathering Qi Practitioner, the mechanical crossbow he had carefully improved in the ordinary world could only cause some skin injuries. The sleeve arrows were originally quenched with some complex toxins, which could make mortals fall asleep quickly, but this young disciple felt nothing at all. .

All in all, it's not painful or itchy.

Mu Ningning fought with the young disciple to the ground with his sword, while Li Ping'an used the entry-level talisman to attack in the treetops.

Soon, at the edge of Li Ping'an's sight, a group of patrolling disciples flying towards the mountain appeared.

Most of the disciples who patrol the mountain are outer sect disciples who have cultivated in the realm of refining the void and uniting the true state. Occasionally, there are outer sect deacons who lead the team.

Li Ping'an's mind was spinning rapidly.

Yaochen Peak, the third largest peak in the sect, is mainly responsible for the supply of elixirs in Wanyun Sect. There are many immortals who are good at refining elixirs.

The young disciple who had a conflict with him and Mu Ningning was an official disciple of Yaochen Peak. Even if this disciple was at the bottom of Yaochen Peak and was responsible for taking care of the precious medicine spirit beasts, his background was not comparable to that of the young disciples of Liuyunguan. of.

He can call "Father Li Dazhi", what should Mu Ningning do?

Then, Li Pingan thought of his old father again.

My father has not yet been able to gain a stable foothold in the Wanyun Sect. Although he has a high seniority, his cultivation level is low.

Moreover, the status of Yaochen Peak within the sect is slightly different from other peaks...

Li Ping'an kept thinking about all aspects, his figure was dancing back and forth, elegant yet free and easy, and the yellow paper talisman in his hand summoned the thunder and fire technique, which greatly disturbed the young disciple.

When the group of patrolling disciples appeared in the air a little further away, Mu Ningning was temporarily repelled by the mana burst out by the young disciple.

Li Pingan saw the right moment and shouted:

"Can the disciples of Liuyunguan be bullied at will?"

The young disciple from Yaochen Peak said angrily: "If you don't come with me to receive your punishment, I will drag you back!"

Thunder exploded from the palm of the disciple's hand, he opened his mouth and spit out a puff of thick mist, and dozens of Qi swords condensed from it!

Half of the qi swords were fired at Li Pingan on the treetop, and they aimed at Li Pingan's vital points for the second time, which made Li Pingan's eyes flash with a cold light.

Half of the air swords fired at Mu Ningning, forcing Mu Ningning to dodge and block.

Mu Ningning has a sword to protect himself, and he is safe between advancement and retreat;

But when she turned her head and glanced at Li Ping'an, her beauty instantly turned pale.

Li Ping'an moved slightly on the treetop and was hit by more than a dozen air swords at the same time. More than a dozen tiny blood arrows shot out from his shoulders, arms, and legs!

Li Ping'an let out a groan of pain and fell to the ground.

The young disciple rushed straight towards Li Ping'an like a tiger pouncing on food!

Mu Ningning threw out several blasts of sword energy from the long sword in her hand, trying to force the young disciple back. She grabbed Li Ping'an's arm with her left hand, but there was no time to support him...

Li Ping'an's fallen figure has overlapped with the young disciple's open hand!

"Brother!"

At this time!

Li Ping'an suddenly opened his eyes, three black lights flew out of his left sleeve, and shot at the young disciple's face!

The young disciple originally came to capture Li Ping'an, but at this moment he really didn't expect it. His expression changed drastically, but he had no time to dodge!

boom!

Three black lights exploded in unison!

A black light burst out with dazzling fire, and the fire was mixed with many powders;

A black light exploded like a lotus, and countless small needles of cow hair flew out from it;

A black light roared rapidly, and two thin leaf-shaped darts popped out from the left and right!

The young disciple only had time to protect his eyes with his arms and let out a miserable howl.

Why half a tone?

The moment the three hidden weapons exploded, Li Ping'an's right hand was already pressed into the young disciple's throat!

He didn't hold back any strength, and pushed forward with a palm, and the magic power all over his body condensed in a square inch!

Hearing another snap, the young disciple hit a tree trunk ten feet away and rolled down to the ground.

The man's whole body twitched, and he kicked his legs hard to stand up. His bloody face turned red... After struggling for two breaths, he simply passed out.

Look at Li Pingan again.

After delivering that palm, Li Ping'an fell straight to the grass. Slowly and elegantly, he turned his head and spat out a small mouthful of blood, causing the small wounds on his body to continue to spit out tiny blood arrows.

But Li Pingan felt that he was not miserable enough. Before Mu Ningning rushed to his side, he vibrated his meridians and created some fake internal injuries that would not leave roots.

"Brother!"

Mu Ningning half-knelt beside Li Pingan, her sword pointed at the young disciple, lowering her head to help Li Pingan up.

Suddenly she heard a whisper as thin as a mosquito's sound penetrated into her ears:

"Yaochen Peak is so powerful that Liuyun Temple is unfounded.

"Leave everything to me from now on, just cry."

cry?

Mu Ningning bit her lip lightly and said anxiously: "But, I can't cry. I haven't cried since I was three or five years old!"

"You can't prick yourself with needles..."

After Li Ping'an finished speaking, he opened the skin on his throat, turned his head and spit out blood, and lay in Mu Ningning's arms, making a look like he was breathing out more and taking in less air.

In the air, several figures fell quickly.

"No fighting inside the door!"

"Oops! Help people! Why are we starting a fight with so little cultivation!"

"Go and notify the deacon!"

Mu Ningning was slightly panicked. She gritted her teeth, pinched the thin skin and tender flesh of her forearm, and pinched it hard with her magic power. She was about to cry with tears in her eyes.

…

Elder Yan Sheng has been the rotating master of Fanshi Hall and Yangyun Hall of Wanyun Sect for the past ten years.

There are six halls on the main peak of Wanyun Sect, namely Wanyun Hall, Chuangong Hall, Daozang Hall, Miaoyun Hall, Yangyun Hall and Fanshi Hall, which can be regarded as the power structure of Wanyun Sect.

The Hall of All Things governs all affairs in the outer sect;

Yangyun Hall is responsible for regularly distributing monastic resources to the thirty-six peaks within the gate.

According to the rules within the sect, the rotating masters of these two halls should have been the elders of the inner sect or the masters of each peak.

But the peak master and the inner sect elders are already in the realm of immortals;

When a living being reaches this state, it is only one step away from immortality. Everyone is focused on the slim chance of immortality. No one wants to waste time on these tedious internal affairs.

Over time, the rotating hall masters of these two halls became like Elder Yan Sheng, an outer sect elder whose cultivation realm was trapped in the True Immortal Realm, with deeper qualifications and higher seniority.

——The levels of immortals from low to high are Yuan Immortal, True Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, Golden Immortal, Taiyi Golden Immortal, and Daluo Golden Immortal.

According to the rules of Wan Yun Sect, heavenly immortals can be the elders of the inner sect, and true immortals can be the elders of the outer sect.

Elder Yan Sheng has long been accustomed to the leisure days during duty shifts.

He has been stuck in the bottleneck of the True Immortal for thousands of years. His desire to practice diligently has long since faded away, and his Taoist heart has gradually become silent. Now his only pleasures are sleeping, drinking tea, pondering formations, and refining elixirs.

In the corner of Fanshi Hall, Elder Yan Sheng, who had just woken up from his sleep in the rocking chair, listened to the noise coming from behind the screen, grabbed the dry tobacco bag on the side, and slowly took a puff of the smoldering withered root.

His powerful immortal consciousness at the peak of his True Immortality did not spread, he just listened with his ears, and his wrinkled and thin face became a little more energetic. ——The immortal is called Immortal Consciousness, and the un-immortal is called Spiritual Consciousness.

It sounds like there was a conflict between a few young disciples?

This is a rare thing in the door.

Most of the disciples are practicing diligently on their respective hills. The sect has always advocated mutual help and love among fellow disciples, and killing each other is the first-class sin.

At this moment, an outer deacon was telling the senior deacon of Fanshi Palace the whole story of this conflict.

Two young Qi-training disciples from Liuyun Temple came to the main peak to look for the Five Grain Pills together because they had run out of the Five Grain Pills and Wei Yanzi, the deacon of Liuyun Temple, temporarily retreated. Unable to control the air, the two could only rush along the river valley, and encountered a ferocious beast halfway. The strange beast bit the two of them, and the two retaliated and injured the strange beast. The Yaochen Peak disciples who were supposed to be guarding the strange beast came and beat them up over a disagreement.

The disciple who worshiped the Immortal Master on Yaochen Peak took action against two young monks in Liuyun Temple who could only be regarded as registered disciples of Wanyun Sect?

Elder Yan Sheng took a puff of dry tobacco.

This matter is not difficult to decide.

If everything is true, these two young Qi-training realm disciples are not at fault. The disciple Yao Chenfeng is guilty of failing to supervise the strange beasts and is suspected of bullying the weak. He should be severely punished.

Elder Yan Sheng remained silent and waited quietly behind the screen;

He wanted to see what decision the senior deacon who handled the matter would make.

This high-ranking deacon is named Wang Xinhui. He comes from the lineage of the sect leader. He has now reached the peak of Yuanxian Realm. He has served in the Fanshi Palace for more than two thousand years. He is steady and well-known. He is the successor immortal trained by Elder Yan Sheng.

I heard Deacon Wang Xinhui mutter a few times and said slowly:

"Now that the matter has been clarified, right and wrong can be understood freely. Yaochen Peak disciples have neglected their duties..."

"Hey! Senior Brother Wang!"

A middle-aged male cultivator beside him said in a low voice:

"The Yaochen Peak lineage has always protected the weak. Although this disciple is only in the realm of gathering gods and working as a handyman at Yaochen Peak, he should be handled with caution. What's more, he is injured like this..."

Wang Xinhui's big face with Chinese characters is a little serious.

He said: "Even if the uncles and uncles from Yaochen Peak come over, they should talk some sense into it."

The middle-aged male cultivator added: "It can be said that these two young disciples were the first to hurt the rare ancient beast."

Deacon Wang Xinhui remained silent, seeming to be thinking.

Elder Yan Sheng in the corner took a puff of cigarette and smiled with narrowed eyes.

One of the main responsibilities of Yangyun Hall is to maintain the harmony of the thirty-six peaks within the gate;

The total number of Wanyun Sect's inner sect, outer sect, and foreign quasi-disciples is ten to twenty thousand, so those in charge need to be as considerate as possible.

Then Deacon Wang Xinhui said again:

"If these two young disciples injured the spiritual beast first, they should be held accountable and asked to recover from their injuries and then shut up and reflect on their mistakes.

"But Yao Chen Peak's disciples bully two Qi Training Realm disciples with their cultivation in the God Condensation Realm. It would be too embarrassing for Yao Chen Peak. He is also the first one to strike in this disciple fight, so he should be severely punished.

"There hasn't been any fight between disciples in the sect for decades. It's better to invite his master to come over and discuss how to deal with it."

Elder Yan Sheng nodded slightly.

This treatment is quite appropriate.

only……

Elder Yan Sheng felt a little pity for these two young disciples.

‘I’m afraid it won’t be easy for them to become apprentices in the future. ’

The young disciples who have been practicing in Liuyun Temple for a long time are all leftovers selected by the immortals in the sect, and they are not real immortal seedlings;

Now these two young disciples have offended Yao Chenfeng again. Even if they finally manage to enter the outer gate, their lives will not be easy.

Elder Yan Sheng took a puff of dry smoke, and then released his immortal consciousness to check the specific injuries of the three young disciples;

The face of the disciple with the Yaochen Peak logo on the Taoist robe was covered with small scars, and his neck was almost bent inward. Such injuries were serious injuries for a Qi Master in the God-Gathering Realm.

‘Is this really being beaten by a Qi-training realm disciple? ’

Elder Yan Sheng looked to the other side.

On the other side, a young man was lying on the floor, covered in bloodstains, and the mana in his body was shaking, but Elder Yan Sheng could tell at a glance that he was not seriously injured;

Another girl was sitting on her knees, her eyes swollen and pitiful.

Um?

Elder Yan Sheng frowned slightly at first, then suddenly opened his eyes and stood up suddenly.

This young man is not, he is not that...

The son of great ambition!

this!

Isn't this the son of Uncle Dazhi?

Elder Yan Sheng turned out of the screen in a flash, and rushed into the middle of the three disciples regardless of the gazes of everyone in the hall.

It’s really that Li Pingan!

Elder Yan Sheng thought for a moment, took out a gourd from his arms, poured out two precious elixirs, flicked them with his fingers, and sent them into the mouths of Li Pingan and Yaochen Peak disciples.

The elixir melted in the mouth, and the two of them were quickly enveloped by the aroma of the medicine emanating from their bodies. Their injuries were rapidly recovering, and their mana even increased slightly.

Only then did the deacons, disciples, and disciples react and saluted Elder Yan Sheng.

The senior deacon Wang Xinhui asked hurriedly: "Elder, what is this?"

Elder Yan Sheng glanced at Li Ping'an with a rather complicated look, and said in a deep voice: "Deacon Xin Hui?"

"Elder, your order."

"Go to the back mountain quickly and ask Uncle Li Dazhi to come to the Fanshi Hall."

Elder Yan Sheng warned again:

"You must explain to him that your son is not seriously injured, but the disciple he injured is seriously injured... you must say so!"

"Don't worry, elder, I'll go right away."