This sentence is equivalent to picking out the Jingtai terrace, so as not to embarrass the sect; by the way, Chen Yu also reminded Chen Yu that the above sect suppresses his opponent and lower sect, and he will not be able to gain a good reputation even if he wins. Instead, he will be confirmed that Yunshui Jiantan is strong and bullying the weak.

When the monks onlookers heard this, they understood why these three disciples on the Jingtai were so bad.

Chen Yu also frowned slightly and turned his head to look at his fellow brothers:

"There is such a sect in Jingtao, Qihuang Valley?"

The casual cultivators who were watching, from the south said:

"It seems that the lower sect of Jingtutai has been opened this year. In the mountains of the southern desert, I heard that the sect leader is the second level of Ling Valley. These three are probably the quota given by Jingtutai."

"No wonder……"

Chen Yu showed a sudden look.

The Nine Sect Alliance is an occasion for the sect to secretly compete. Provoking the disciples of other sects to fight each other is a matter of tacit approval from the division commander. If you win, you can still get praise from the division commander.

But the weak chicken sect, whose strength is not matched, obviously cannot give the sect a good face.

After Chen Yu glanced at the three of them, he didn't have the time to continue to entangle, but taught like an elder:

"I am from Liuyun Mountain and a descendant of the lower sect. However, I am indeed more orthodox than the orthodox sects like Qihuang Valley that emerged from somewhere. I will let you do it once today. However, I still have to remind you that if you don't have that ability, don't hang out with the sign of Jingtao Terrace. If you meet someone like me, you will be courteous to the small sects; if you meet those who are so arrogant in the Tie Ling Mansion, you will be beaten in vain."

Xu Zhining gritted his teeth secretly, but it was a fact that the sect was not as good as the other party. As long as the shocked terrace was not embarrassed and the matter could pass, the three of them could only bear the anger.

After Chen Yu finished speaking, he really lost interest in provoking. He threw the "blood hibiscus" in his hand to the ground, turned around and left.

Xu Zhining originally reached out to take it, but when he saw this scene, his movements were slightly stiff, and his forehead instantly burst into veins.

She Yulong and Yao Heyu's eyes also became cold.

Chen Yu had turned around and found murderous aura behind him. He turned his head and looked unexpectedly:

"I have a very bad temper and have given it to you. What else do you want?"

Xu Zhining is a senior brother who everyone admires in Qihuang Valley. He has a gentle and kind personality, but it does not mean he has no temper. He looked at Chen Yu coldly and did not speak.

When many monks watching saw this scene, they quickly retreated a long circle and left a place for both sides.

When a few casual cultivators saw that the momentum was wrong, they even spoke:

"Forget it, it's not easy to practice. It's not easy to get here with a small portal. There's no need to cause trouble in one go."

Yao Heyu had a very nasty personality. When he saw the eldest brother about to take action, he touched the hilt of the sword.

She Yulong was calm at this time. She took a light breath, held down the elder brother's hand, and leaned over to pick up the spiritual herbs on the ground.

With She Yulong's cold-blooded and tolerant personality, this time of humble concession is probably the price of destroying Yunfu Mountain in the future.

Chen Yulong seemed to feel the difference between She Yulong and the other two. He raised his foot and stepped on Xue Furong directly, staring at She Yulong's face:

"I asked you what else you want, not to let you pick up something."

The monks who watched the monks frowned when they saw this, but the nine sects were too powerful to allow them to be peacemakers.

Xu Zhining's face turned red. Seeing that his junior brother was so embarrassed, he immediately wanted to draw his sword.

But what surprised everyone was that She Yulong raised his hand slightly and signaled his senior brother not to be impulsive. His tone was very calm and he said:

"I offended you, please forgive me."

After saying that, in full view of everyone, he continued to lean over to pick up the stepped spirit grass.

This forbearance, which is far beyond the reach of ordinary people, made the onlookers frightened.

Chen Yu also frowned secretly. He just wanted to find someone to fight, but now he felt that this son should not be kept, at least he would be disabled, otherwise he would have big trouble in the future.

Thinking of this, Chen Yu said angrily:

"I asked you something, but I didn't ask you to pick up something."

As he said that, he wanted to kick She Yulong's heart.

But before Chen Yu could raise his foot, he found a black sword sheath that blocked She Yulong who was picking up things.

She Yulong turned his head and looked at him. There was someone next to him. He was wearing a black robe, with a cold face as frost, and a waist sign from Qihuang Valley was hung around his waist.

"Junior Brother Zuo?"

Xu Zhining was about to draw his sword when he saw someone intervening. He thought it was the commander who was shocked to the terrace. In a blink of an eye, he found that it was the prince-in-law who had not seen for half a year.

She Yulong and Zuo Lingquan were familiar with each other and knew Zuo Lingquan's strength a little. They stood up, didn't say anything, and retreated back to the rear.

Chen Yu stopped and frowned and looked at the young man who suddenly walked out of the crowd. He looked at the most eighteen or nineteen, which was much younger than the other three. He was wearing the waist tag of the unknown pheasant sect, which didn't look like a tough guy, but his eyes were very sharp.

It was as sharp as two swords.

Chen Yu stood up straight with his eyes and said coldly:

"You were with them?"

Zuo Lingquan stood in front of Chen Zhuo with a long sword and said calmly:

"Pick up the thing."

As soon as Zuo Lingquan appeared, the monks on the street quieted down because they noticed that the new young man in black was quite imposing.

Chen Yu also felt something, but in the Iron River Valley, no matter how big the background is, there are only nine sects. Behind him is Yunshui Sword Pond, no matter how strong the other party is, he has no reason to be afraid. He raised his hand and held the hilt of the sword at his waist:

"What did you say?"

Knock

A cold light flashed on the long street, bringing a shrill sound of swords.

Several Youhuang monks watching were too late to stop them when they noticed something was wrong.

Chen Yu's hair stood upside down, and he didn't see clearly how the other party made his hand. He wanted to draw the sword, but found that the sword he had practiced for decades could not be drawn.

Looking sideways, I found that blood was pouring in my right shoulder, and my whole arm had already flew out and landed on the bluestone street.

"ah"

"How dare you..."

The sound of exclamation and the sound of cooling air spread around in an instant.

Several disciples from Yunshui Sword Pond did not expect the other party to take action so quickly, and they all took two steps back and stood there on the spot.

Chen Yu exclaimed in pain, covered his right shoulder with his expression twisted, and said angrily:

"you……"

"I'll ask you to pick up the thing."

Zuo Lingquan held a long sword in his hand and pointed to the ground diagonally. Blood beads rolled off the sword's edge, and there was no concealment of murderous intent in his eyes.

Just as Chen Yu was about to say something, he was frightened by the look of his eyes. The blue veins on his forehead swelled up, but he looked at each other for a moment, so he took the lead in surrendering and used his only left hand to pick up the spiritual herb on the ground.

Snap

But as soon as his hand reached out, the sword edge passed by again, and a bloody arm fell to the ground again.

This move was not only Chen Yu and the onlookers, but also Xu Zhining and others were stunned and hurried forward to pull Zuo Lingquan.

"ah"

There was only a scream on the street. Chen Yu lost his balance and fell to the ground. He stared at Zuo Lingquan with anger in horror, his face distorted, and he could hardly see his original appearance.

Zuo Lingquan raised his hand and signaled the three senior brothers to retreat and pointed their swords at Chen Zhuo:

"Did you pick it up with your hands? I'll give you another last chance."

Chen Yu's shoulders were bleeding, and he sat on the ground and glared at Zuo Lingquan. Several of his companions held the hilt of the sword and rushed toward the crown, but they did not dare to speak.

The onlookers saw Zuo Lingquan so aggressively, and obviously felt that he had done too much, but when the disciples of the nine sects fought, they were not qualified to be peacemakers.

Chen Yu lost his arms and wanted to pick up the spiritual herbs on the ground and could only bite them with his mouth. How could he bear such a great humiliation? He roared:

"If you have the guts today, kill me!"

Zuo Lingquan raised his hand and slashed at Chen Yu's neck without any hesitation.

"stop!"

“Let’s wait…”

The crowd was furious.

If the arm is cut off, it can be taken back, but if the head is cut off, it will be hard for the gods to save them.

It is common for disciples in the Iron River Valley to fight, but killing people will cross the boundary. Several monks of Youhuang quickly raised their hands to stop them. Even a few streams of light floated out of the inn far away from the street, locking Zuo Lingquan's sword edge.

Zuo Lingquan's sword tip was suddenly paused, unable to make an inch. He raised his hand and slapped Chen Yu in the face.

Chen Yu was originally relying on his anger to support his momentum, but he felt that the other party would not dare to kill, so he shouted that the sword was slashed, and he woke up a little on the spot and said anxiously:

"stop!"

Zuo Lingquan's palm was locked by the master, but his eyes were still staring at Chen Zhuo.

Chen Zhuo walked through life and death, and was already scared. He hurriedly lay on the ground, bit the broken spirit grass in his mouth, then stood up and looked at Zuo Lingquan, but did not dare to show a provocative look.

The murderous intent in Zuo Lingquan's eyes then calmed down, stood up straight, took the spirit grass, and threw it to Xu Zhining and others behind him.
To be continued...