Peerless little Shennong

Chapter 1018 You are just an ant in my eyes

Elder Qinglong?
Yue Lishan also saw the blue badge.

After the healing just now, Yue Lishan recovered his ability to do things. He called the three disciples who were fighting fiercely with Xiang Bei's men and quickly ran to Lin Qiong's side.

"Protector Lin, the people in the Yin-Yang Tomb don't seem to be easy to mess with. I've heard of this sect when I was wandering outside!" Yue Lishan is still well-informed, and he clearly knows that the people in the Yin-Yang Tomb are not easy to mess with.

"You know the Yin-Yang Tomb?" Lin Qiong wondered.

"I don't know the details. You must have heard of this elder Qinglong. He is one of the five elders of the Yinyang Tomb. His cultivation level is definitely higher than that of you and me. I am afraid that you and I will not be able to shake him, let alone the other party. A helper!" The helper Yue Lishan was talking about was that beautiful, outrageous woman in red on the wall.

"Don't spoil your prestige with other people's aspirations!" Lin Qiong scolded, and then said: "I know Elder Qinglong, but I haven't heard that he is from Yinyang Tomb!"

"Don't love to fight!" Yue Li said.

But Lin Qiong didn't listen to Yue Lishan's opinion. In the Shushan Sword Sect, Lin Qiong was the left protector, and his position was higher than Yue Lishan's. He didn't need to listen to a subordinate's opinion.

"Lu Xiaobei hurt the young master of our sect, and killed my elder Leng of the Jianzong, this matter can't be settled like this!" Lin Qiong didn't want to let it go, and was about to kill Lu Xiaobei, but she appeared A Qinglong elder who called himself Yinyang Tomb.

Leaving aside whether this Elder Qinglong is real or not, his enmity with Lu Xiaobei has something to do with his Yin Yang Tomb.

So Lin Qiong decided not to give an inch.

"Guardian Lin means that he won't let Lu Xiaobei go?" the old man in Tsing Yi asked with a smile.

"Why did you entrust this person to you? Do you want to make your Yinyang Tomb an enemy of my Shushan Sword Sect?" Lin Qiong moved out of Shushan Sword Sect to suppress the old man in Tsing Yi.

"Hehe, Sect Master Lin of your Shushan Sword Sect doesn't dare to talk to me like that. It seems that the old man's name has already declined among this martial sect!" The old man in Tsing Yi laughed at himself.

"Old man, I'm not invincible with you, so give Lu Xiaobei to me, otherwise you will be an enemy of my Shushan Sword Sect!" Lin Qiong pressed on step by step.

"Protector Lin, the old man just said that Lu Xiaobei is a foreigner from my Yin-Yang Tomb, that is, a disciple of my Yin-Yang Tomb. If you move out of the sect, then I will accompany you to the Yin-Yang Tomb!" The old man in blue put away his badge , standing with hands behind his back, said calmly.

"Protector Lin, let's take a step back! The Yin-Yang Tomb is really not easy to mess with!" Yue Lishan persuaded.

"Shut up!" Lin Qiong glared fiercely at the timid Yue Lishan.

Yue Lishan lowered his head silently, he didn't have the guts to compete with the protector.

"Master, don't talk nonsense with him, I'll take care of him!" The woman in red fell from the wall. Although she hugged Lu Xiaobei, her body was quite light.

Lu Xiaobei took advantage of this time to quietly recover some of his purple energy. Being hugged by a woman like this made him very embarrassed, and he raised his hand and said, "Beauty, put me down!"

"Can you stand still?" The woman in red asked in surprise.

Seriously injured by Lin Qiong, the sword master at the peak of Shushan Sword Sect is not easy to deal with, she doubts Lu Xiaobei's self-healing ability very much.

"I can!"

Lu Xiaobei jumped out of the arms of the woman in red.

Seeing that Lu Xiaobei was able to jump off, and even stood upright, the woman in red had an intriguing smile on her lips, and thought to herself: This kid's recovery ability is quite strong, but it's a pity that his cultivation base is too low, so he can It is the primary level of the realm of nothingness in yin and yang art.

Lu Xiaobei cupped his hands at the old man in Tsing Yi and said, "Thank you, old man, for your kindness. I will resolve the grievances between me and Shushan Sword Sect myself!"

"Don't be brave, your current cultivation level is no match for the three Lu Xiaobei Juggernauts at their peak!" The old man in Tsing Yi said bluntly.

three?

Lu Xiaobei was stunned on the spot, this was the first time he was said to be unsightly.

From Lu Xiaobei's point of view, the Qimen Jujutsu he practiced is already quite powerful, but this time he met a sword master at his peak and was beaten like this. To be honest, he was extremely unwilling.

He has Wu Na Dao, has a strong purple energy, and even learned the supreme martial arts moves of Shushan Sword Sect, why can't he beat this arrogant Lin Qiong?
Not being reconciled made Lu Xiaobei strong, he stretched out his arm and took Wu Nadao back.

Una knife recognizes the master, but it is a divine weapon.

He decisively flew to Lu Xiaobei's side.

However, Lin Qiong didn't budge an inch, and twisted his hands to hold the handle of the knife.

"Knife stays, life stays!" Lin Qiong still said that endlessly.

"Then see if you have the ability to take away my life!" Lu Xiaobei suddenly injected the purple energy in his body into the Wu Na knife.

The beeping Wu Na Knife instantly splashed cold air, and several ice edges sprang out, painting the whole body of Wu Na Knife with a whitish color.

"Still struggling, bring it!" Lin Qiong twitched violently, and the power of the golden sword soul spread with it, and quickly rushed into Wu Na Dao, shattering all the ice edges in turn.

Cracking, cracking, the ice edge shattered.

The purple energy in Lu Xiaobei's body didn't fully recover, facing Lin Qiong's domineering sword soul power, he could only be deflated.

Wu Nadao was taken away by Lin Qiong.

"This knife belongs to me, and it's up to you to die!" Lin Qiong pointed at Lu Xiaobei.

"Too much deceit!" The woman in red couldn't stand it anymore, she stretched out her hand and pulled Lu Xiaobei behind her, and immediately hung a red whip on her waist.

"Master, take Lu Xiaobei away, I'll deal with this arrogant guy!" said the woman in red.

"Don't kill me, just teach me a lesson!" the old man in Tsing Yi said calmly.

"I know Master!"

These words stunned Lin Qiong for ten seconds, and then he laughed out loud.

"Teach me? You deserve it too!" Lin Qiong, a sword master at his peak, was going to be called a lesson by others. He seemed to have misheard.

"The sword master at the peak stage? Hehe, in the eyes of my Hong Ling, he is just an ant!" Hong Ling flicked the long whip, and a strong red breath filled his whole body in an instant.

"It only takes one move to defeat you!"

After saying that, Hong Ling swept away with a whip.

The red aura of this whip is like a tornado that hits quickly, and the strong pressure seems to cover the entire yard with a layer of tropical depression.

Lu Xiaobei instantly felt tightness in his chest, and the blood in his throat seemed to gush out again, so he patted his chest forcibly to press back the blood.

The old man in green twitched his ears and noticed Lu Xiaobei's strangeness. He turned around and stretched out his right hand to attach to the pulse of Lu Xiaobei's left hand.

After contemplating the closing ceremony, the old man in Tsing Yi took out a blue bottle from his arms and poured out a purple pill, handed it to Lu Xiaobei and said, "Take it!"

Lu Xiaobei's lips turned pale, but he shook his head and said, "The old man has helped me a lot, I won't take this pill!"

Lu Xiaobei is not that hypocritical, he doesn't like to owe favors to others, the other party's saving himself from Lin Qiong's sword has already saved his life, and he is accepting favors from others, he can't afford to repay the debt.

"You child!" The old man in Tsing Yi seemed very angry, but the shock in his heart was extreme.

He didn't expect Lu Xiaobei to be so strong. A disciple from a foreign race who had the chance to acquire the inheritance of Yin-Yang Art, actually relied on his own perseverance to refine Yin-Yang Art to the second level. This was already quite admirable to the old man in Tsing Yi.

To be so strong, one must have a strong mind.

The old man in Tsing Yi did not allow Lu Xiaobei to refuse this pill, he slapped it heavily in Lu Xiaobei's hand, and said in an orderly tone: "Take it!"

(End of this chapter)