True Immortal Fate

But the speed of the golden light shooting towards the young man surnamed Liu did not slow down at all. Sister Zhang actually looked like she was determined to kill the disciple surnamed Liu. I really don’t know how the disciple surnamed Liu offended this female evil star.

Seeing that the disciple surnamed Liu was about to be pierced through the back, the golden light suddenly trembled and then stopped in the air without moving. It turned out to be a golden lightsaber with golden light.

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?" Only an old voice sounded in the air, with a hint of power without anger in the voice.

The disciple surnamed Liu turned around and saw that the talisman stayed there, and his face turned pale.

"Who!? Controlled my treasure talisman?" Sister Zhang shouted angrily, tapping her fingers several times, but the golden light did not move, but she was extremely shocked in her heart. The person who can control his own talisman must be a cultivator with a skill three levels higher than hers. Could it be a cultivator in the Condensation Pill Stage?

"Don't leave!" The old voice ignored him, but suddenly said. It turned out that the disciple surnamed Liu saw that the situation was not good, tapped his body several times to stop the bleeding, and took the opportunity to fly away. Suddenly, his body stiffened, and the flying spear under his feet moved, and actually shot back. Looking at his flustered appearance, it was clear that he did not control the flying spear to fly back, as if an invisible big hand pulled him back. After flying back a few times, he slowly landed in the fighting field.

"You are too murderous, girl! I will keep this thing first, and let your master come to me to take it back!" The old voice sounded again in the air.

The small sword that stopped in the air flew into the crowd with a whoosh. The monks around looked at it one after another. No matter how Sister Zhang cast a spell to summon the flying sword, it did not change its direction. In their hearts, they were completely sure that the one coming was a monk above the Condensation Pill Stage.

The golden light flashed, and the golden flying sword was caught by a big hand. A monk in a gray robe with white hair stayed at the back of the crowd without controlling any magic weapon.

"Senior in the Golden Core Stage?" Everyone was shocked. Although cultivators can fly with magic tools when they reach the middle stage of cultivation, only cultivators above the Golden Core Stage can fly without any magic tools. How could this old man not surprise many low-level disciples by staying in the air without any magic tools?

Seeing this, Senior Sister Zhang and the disciple surnamed Liu turned pale. The two of them were fighting here without telling their seniors. Although it was common for fellow disciples to compete and fight, it was still not allowed to hurt people's lives and fight to the death. Those who were found out would be fined some spirit stones for minor punishments, and those who were found out would be abolished and expelled from the sect for serious ones.

However, there were still many disciples who fought and fought in private. Generally speaking, the sect didn't care, but under the watchful eyes of the public, the two of them couldn't deny it. Especially Senior Sister Zhang, she just ignored the shouts of the cultivators and insisted on killing the disciple surnamed Liu, but everyone saw it. Thinking of this, her beautiful face became even paler and more uneasy. Her weak appearance made the cultivators present feel pity.

The gray-clothed old man slowly flew to the fighting field and landed, saying lightly: "Why are you two fighting privately here? Don't you know the rules of the sect?" He didn't intend to care about the trivial matter of private fighting between juniors, but seeing that the little girl was too cruel and wanted to kill the disciple of the sect, it would be better if they didn't meet, but if they met, they couldn't ignore it. Besides, this disciple surnamed Liu seemed to have a good talent for refining talismans, and it would be a pity if such a person died. So just show up.

"This!!" Senior Sister Zhang blushed, wanting to say something but couldn't.

"Senior, this is my fault, I offended Senior Sister Zhang! We are just joking, just sparring!" The disciple surnamed Liu laughed and said. But his pale face and sweat clearly showed that things were not that simple.

"Oh? Are you kidding? Then I will return the sword talisman to this girl and let you continue playing!" The gray-clothed old man glanced at him, as if he was very dissatisfied with his slick appearance, and said lightly.

The disciple surnamed Liu was glanced at by that glance, and his heart was chilled, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he could not say a word.

Sister Zhang bit her almond lips, as if she remembered something, her mouth moved slightly, and suddenly sent a message to the gray-clothed old man.

The old man looked indifferent at first, but then his face became a little solemn.

"Hmph! You two follow me!" The gray-clothed old man listened for a while, and suddenly snorted coldly, with an unquestionable command in his tone, and then slowly flew up.

Sister Zhang released a fiery red fan without saying a word and followed with the fan. Although the disciple surnamed Liu hesitated for a moment, he still followed with the flying go.

Seeing that a Jindan-stage cultivator had emerged from the battle, other cultivators naturally did not dare to follow and watch the excitement, and they all dispersed in twos and threes. They talked about the previous battle of magic and the magical powers of the Jindan-stage cultivator.

Li Xiaoya naturally saw that there was nothing exciting to watch, so he prepared to go back. But when he glanced, he saw a familiar figure. He paused and walked towards the direction of the man.

"Haha! Senior Brother Yang, you are here too?" Li Xiaoya shouted from a distance to a cultivator who looked about 17 or 18 years old, wearing green clothes and had an ordinary face. In Tiandu Peak, Li Xiaoya didn't know many people. In addition to Lin Xuandao, he only knew Yang Sanfan.

"Oh! It's Junior Brother Li!" Yang Sanfan suddenly heard someone calling him. He turned around and saw that it was Li Xiaoya, the plague god. His face did not change, and he grinned. When he took Li Xiaoya to familiarize himself with Tiandu Peak some time ago, Li Xiaoya left a deep impression on him. In those three days, he offended many cultivators, spent a lot of saliva and energy to take him around, and cheated himself of several spiritual stones. Although Liu Hang gave him a lot of rewards later, he still had lingering fears about Li Xiaoya. Although he usually didn't hide when he saw him, he wouldn't be very intimate.

"Haha, Senior Brother Yang is also here to watch the fun. We are really destined to meet!" Li Xiaoya approached him with a familiar look.

"Haha! Yes! Junior Brother, you have to practice, why do you have time to come here?" Yang Sanfan laughed and said.

"I just finished my meal and came here for a casual stroll!" Li Xiaoya said with a smile.

"Really? Although my cultivation is not high, it will be good for future cultivation to watch more monks fighting." Yang Sanfan said absent-mindedly.

"Brother Yang, you also know that my cultivation is low, so I can't see anything!" Li Xiaoya said indifferently, paused, and asked again: "By the way, Brother Yang, do you know why these two people are fighting here? Who is that old man?"

(I can't sleep!)

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