Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

At this moment, Yang Qing was also talking to the three people around him, but after just a moment, they ended their conversation.

At this time, Yang Qing's expression returned to normal, and he looked over with a sneer.

"Why, Fellow Daoist Yang doesn't dare to compete with Nan?"

Nan Lichen met his gaze, his voice was indifferent, but very powerful.

Obviously, he also wanted to force Yang Qing to prevent him from coming to power. As long as Yang Qing accepted the challenge out of face, the matter would be solved.

But Yang Qing is a cunning person, so how could he be easily fooled? After turning his eyes, he chuckled without changing his expression:

"Haha, I'm sorry, I have already made an agreement with fellow Taoist Yun Fuzi. If fellow Taoist Ruonan wants to find someone to discuss with, it's better to just wait. My senior brother will come over in a while."

It has to be said that Yang Qing is indeed very scheming. He solved this problem in just a few words. Not only did he save face, but he also gave Nan Lichen a chance.

It is not difficult to see that his senior brother should not be a simple person, and should be at the same level as Nan Lichen at the very least.

Of course, Yang Qing himself is not afraid of Nan Lichen, but his purpose is to kill Yun Fuzi, so naturally he will not accept the challenge easily, otherwise this plan will be meaningless.

When Nan Lichen heard this, he frowned and immediately wanted to say something.

But Yang Qing didn't give him a chance to speak. He turned to look at Yun Fuzi and sneered:

"Your Excellency, what are you waiting for? Since we have already agreed before, let's go to the duel field!"

As soon as he said these words, Qingyu, Wu Jiangchen and others' expressions darkened, and they secretly cursed the old fox.

Yun Fuzi's face turned red, with a look of hesitation in his eyes. He raised his legs, but in the end he did not take a step.

"My junior brother has been ill recently, so let's forget about sparring. If fellow Taoist Yang really wants to find someone to spar with, Nan will accompany him to the end. Of course, if your senior brother wants to compete with me, I will also take up the challenge."

But at this moment, Nan Lichen took a step, blocked Yun Fuzi behind him, looked at Yang Qing and said in a cold voice.

At the same time, Qingyu, Military General Chen, Xiang Tianlong, and Yin Xiang also took a step forward, their spiritual pressure stirring!

"Haha, what, are you trying to use your power to overwhelm others and have more people than my Xuan Shuang Sect?"

Yang Qing saw this but was not afraid. He glanced at a few people indifferently and asked with a sneer.

As soon as he said this, the three Golden Core Stage monks beside him and a group of Xuanshuang Sect disciples took out their respective magic weapons with a "swish" and looked at the Qingfeng Sect members with eager eyes.

This scene actually made thousands of onlookers' eyes light up, waiting for the situation to become tense.

"Fellow Taoist Yang was joking. Nan didn't mean that, but if fellow Taoist keeps forcing me, Nan probably won't agree."

Nan Lichen narrowed his eyes. Although his words were polite, they were full of threats.

"Haha...! What a joke. Now that my sect disciple was injured by you, he poured it into your mouth instead, but we are forced to fight against each other. What's the point of this?"

Yang Qing curled his lips and couldn't help but sneered.

"Hmph! You know better than anyone else why your disciple was injured. I advise you not to bully others too much. Although our Qingfeng Sect is a small sect, we are not someone who can be manipulated!"

Nan Lichen's face darkened when he heard this, and he said coldly without showing any signs of weakness.

"What, then my Xuan Shuang Sect is easy to bully? Could it be that my nephew Bai deserves to be...!"

Yang Qing raised his eyebrows and looked disapproving. He was about to argue with the other party, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he raised his head to the sky. Look.

At this time, everyone nearby and the thousands of onlookers also looked high into the sky.

At the same time, a group of monks were flying towards us in the distance. There were hundreds of them in number, and the five at the front were all Golden Core monks.

But before these people could get closer, a cold snort came from the crowd.

"Hmph! You're such a good person that you can't be manipulated by others. It seems that your Qingfeng Sect has expanded a lot over the years! Today I want to see what you have to rely on, how dare you hurt our disciples at will!"

As soon as these words were said, Yun Fuzi, Qingyu and others frowned slightly, with fear in their eyes. Even Nan Lichen's face turned gloomy.

But on the other hand, everyone in the Xuanshuang Sect relaxed and looked at the people from the Qingfeng Sect, sneering evilly.

The group that had just arrived also fell into the Xuanshuang Sect camp.

Immediately, a person walked out from inside and stared at Nan Lichen opposite, with a serious look in his eyes. It was obvious that he was the one who said the words just now.

This is a tall, thin old man with a sinister appearance, and his aura is extremely amazing. He is actually a peak powerhouse in the late Golden Core stage.

As for the four people following him, they were two early-stage monks and two mid-stage monks.

This time, the strength of Xuan Shuang Sect instantly surpassed that of the Qingfeng Sect members.

This scene excited the thousands of nearby onlookers. For a while, everyone was pointing and talking and laughing!

"Hehe, senior brother came just in time. This disciple of our sect was bullied just now. You have to make the decision for him!"

At this time, Yang Qing came to the tall and thin old man in a few steps, looked in the direction of the people in Qingfeng Sect, and smiled strangely.

"Hmph! It's ridiculous. I, a disciple of Xuan Shuang Sect, can be bullied by others. Whoever did it, please arrest him."

The tall and thin old man snorted coldly, looked away from Nan Lichen, glanced at the people in Qingfeng Sect, and said in an extremely arrogant manner.

As soon as these words fell, a man at the early stage of the Golden Core beside him immediately stepped to the opposite side without saying anything.

"Let's see who dares!"

However, at this moment, Nan Lichen glared, shouted angrily, and then dodged in front of the burly man named Zhang, and then cast his cold eyes on the tall and thin old man.

"Why, do you want to fight with me?"

The tall and thin old man narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, and at the same time waved his hand to stop the man who was arresting people.

"Nan Mou is not talented, but I do have this intention!"

Nan Lichen also said coldly with full momentum.

"Okay, then you and I will go to the duel arena to compete, but now, I must first capture the murderer who injured my sect disciple!"

The tall and thin old man nodded first, and then sneered.

"It's okay to compete, but what if I don't let you catch my nephew?"

Nan Lichen's spiritual energy was agitated, his clothes fluttered, and he looked like he was ready to fight at any time.

"Hmph! That's easy. I'll just report this to the law enforcement team. Do you agree?"

The tall and thin old man didn't care and said coldly again.

"This...!"

Hearing this, Nan Lichen's momentum disappeared and his eyes shook.

At this moment, Yun Fuzi, Qingyu and others also looked gloomy.

"Since you don't want to make a big deal, then I'll arrest you. Just relying on your small Qingfeng Sect, you dare to injure my sect disciples. You really overestimate your own abilities!"

The tall and thin old man couldn't help but smile grimly when he saw the other people's appearance. His words were extremely arrogant. After he finished speaking, he winked at the man next to him.