Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

But they were the ones who set up the Cangsheng Alliance. Looking at the cracks on the ground, Lu Wensheng's eyelids twitched uncontrollably and he felt pain in his flesh - he could be tolerant, but he should just go outside and fight.

"How is it?" Gu Jinzhi and others looked at Lu Wensheng - Wei Xun and Ji Yanli also came back from thousands of miles away to support the five major sects. They hurriedly arrived when everyone was about to enter the door. At this time, they looked at those geniuses with sharp eyes, and it was obvious that they were very eager to fight.

"Let me do it." Instead of waiting for these geniuses to come one by one, it is better to take this opportunity.

Sighing, Lu Wensheng tapped the scabbard at his waist with his fingertips. The Fuguang sword sensed the master's thoughts and emitted a clear dragon roar from within the scabbard.

Gilded dark patterns flowed in the depths of his eyes. The system had broken down the trajectories of the seven people's skills in the field into 3,600 star tracks. The research these days was not in vain. The corresponding cracking formula unfolded in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Lu Wensheng tapped lightly with his fingertips on the hilt of the Fuguang sword at his waist, and the morning glow patterns flowing on the scabbard suddenly became brighter.

He looked at the chaotic meeting hall and suddenly laughed out loud - this laughter was wrapped in the fresh air of Kunlun Mountain's snow-capped peaks, and it seemed to cause the aftermath of the magic in the sky to stagnate for a moment.

"Well, it's time for my sword to get some sun."

The clear sound of metal hitting stone spread out like ripples. A green phoenix suddenly swooped down from the eaves and caught the ice crystal that was about to shatter. As Lu Wensheng's wide sleeves fluttered, the twelve-que cloud patterns suddenly came alive and wrapped around everyone's clothes.

"Everyone——"

The sound of swords drowned out all the noise. The twelve phoenix tree leaves suddenly hovered in the air. The Fuguang sword had not yet been unsheathed, but the sword's intent had already condensed into substantial morning light, cutting the entire council hall into a chessboard of alternating light and dark.

The sword energy meandered up from the white jade steps and formed a frosty star map on the glazed dome. Lu Wensheng put two fingers together and drew them across the scabbard. The glow of the Fuguang sword instantly melted the red flames, ice crystals and lightning patterns into mist.

The sword rang like broken jade falling into an icy pond. The moment the sword was unsheathed, the Twelve-Qua glazed dome suddenly dimmed by three points. It was not because the sword light was too bright, but because the morning light brought by the Fuguang Sword was completely gathered between the seven-inch green blade, and the golden light on the sword spine was leaping.

Cang Lige's coral beads were still hanging on the ice edge, Tan Heng's snake pattern retreated to three inches behind the ear, Yan Zhaoming's Lingyang bow was just stuck in the frost flowers, and everyone was shocked to find that the green jade bricks under their feet actually gave rise to thousands of sword intentions, like spring ivy wrapped around their ankles.

"The first commandment of the Common People Alliance." Lu Wensheng smiled and brushed away the fallen flowers on his temples, holding the lightsaber humming as it hung above everyone's heads. "If anyone in the alliance fights privately, even if the punishment is light, they will have to sweep the Three Thousand Cloud Steps for a month."

Cang Lige's silk gauze suddenly showed unnatural wrinkles, and the tide that had just been sucked into her sleeves actually flowed back along her meridians. The girl was shocked to find that every ripple on her water was echoing the vibration of Fu Guang's sword, as if surging in the boy's scabbard.

When the frosty sword energy brushed past his temples, Lu Wensheng's wide sleeves had already rolled up the morning dew on the eaves of the twelve pavilions, and his shark gauze robe was rippling with dark blue ripples, which actually sucked the huge waves raised by Cangli Ge, along with the coral beads, into his sleeves.

She looked stunned.

"Princess Cang, when you reach the seventh turn of the Chao Sheng Jue, remember to close the Tianchi acupoint." As Lu Wensheng spoke, he spun around on the wind from the fierce axe, and the scabbard accurately hit the waist of the heavy black iron armor.

The young master of the Beast Valley suddenly froze, and everyone then discovered that three paulownia leaves had fallen on his horns at some point, sealing the three vital points where the demonic power circulated.

"Pretending!"

Yan Zhaoming snorted coldly, and the Lingyang arrow had reached Lu Wensheng's face. Lu Wensheng then crossed the scabbard with his fingers.

The Fuguang Sword led the morning sun out of its sheath half an inch, and the red-gold sword light melted all the flames in the sky into gold powder. As the young sword cultivator fluttered his wide sleeves, the gold powder condensed into the shadow of a phoenix, which suddenly turned into a gentle fire butterfly when it flew back towards Yan Zhaoming, and gently stopped on his flamboyant red clothes.

"Young Master Yan's Burning Heaven Art is still a little lacking." Lu Wensheng tapped the ground with his sword sheath, and the fire butterflies suddenly exploded into a drizzle, extinguishing the restless flames around the young man. "You can have a discussion with Princess Cang."

With just two simple sentences, all of Yan Zhaoming's Lingyang arrows were nailed to the Panlong Pillar.

The Saint of Southern Xinjiang swayed the silver bells on her toes, and the blue phoenix suddenly landed on her shoulder with an ice crystal in its mouth.

Lu Wensheng leaped into the air on the Sky-Splitting Axe that Li Zeng was chopping at him. The snow-colored sword energy poured out from his sleeves like the Milky Way rolling back. Tan Heng's green pupils shrank slightly, and he saw that his own Silver Bell Gu Mist was like spring snow meeting the sun, and it instantly melted in the morning light falling from the glazed dome.

Yun Wujiu's lightning peach blossoms had formed a formation, but the moment the Fuguang sword was unsheathed, the twelve Panlong pillars in the council hall lit up with Taoist patterns at the same time, and the modified trajectories of the thunder magic suddenly changed direction, and the purple electric peach blossoms actually bloomed into real spring peaches on the tip of the young man's sword.

He lightly hooked his fingertips, and the peach wood sword that Yun Wujiu used as the center of the formation suddenly changed direction, but accidentally cut off Yan Zhaoming's red hairband.

Fortunately, Yan Zhaoming dodged quickly, otherwise it would be his belt that would be scratched, and he would have to cover it up, which would have been extremely embarrassing.

"Fellow Daoist Yun's thunder method is indeed more suitable for promoting the growth of plants." Lu Wensheng smiled and threw the peach branch to the stunned little Taoist priest. When he turned around, the tip of his sword had already touched the node of the Jiang sisters' formation.

Jiang Jinyue was about to laugh secretly, but he saw that in the cold light of the intersection of Xueyinci and Yuexianci, the Fuguang Sword was like a dragon flying through the clouds, revealing the flaws of the twin skills of Lingbo City that were mutually reinforcing and counteracting each other.

Lu Wensheng swept his wide sleeves across the chessboard, and automatically put the black and white pieces scattered on the ground into the chess basket.

Compared to her stunned sister, Jiang Caixue was also surprised, but she stopped early to avoid embarrassment.

When Lu Wensheng turned around, the golden pattern on his headband reflected the morning sun. He turned around and stepped onto the Panlong Pillar, holding the scabbard of his sword and pointing it over the twelve eaves. At this moment, the morning sun jumped onto the sea of ​​clouds.

Sword energy spread over the twelve pavilions like moonlight. Fine snow fell from the glazed dome, covering all traces of the fight just now. The young man stood on the "snow" with a sword in hand. When his dark gown and red belt were lifted by the morning breeze, it seemed as if the ink-splashed painting was re-dyed into a detailed brushwork.

"Wen Sheng accepts the gifts from the geniuses on behalf of the Cangsheng Alliance." He smiled and snapped his fingers, and the coral beads, red hairbands, and thunder-patterned peach petals that he had grabbed fell back into the palms of their respective owners.

It was a great shame and humiliation to have weapons and magic tools taken away by the opponent. When the geniuses got their things back, their faces turned red with embarrassment.

In the silence of the whole courtyard, Yun Wujiu suddenly chuckled: "I've heard of 'spring breeze turning into rain' before, but today I know this is how it works."

Lu Wensheng nodded: "I always believe in ruling people with virtue, not force."

The "overwhelmed" geniuses: "???" Listen, is this human language? !

After taking the leaf away, Li Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "What's going on? Didn't Shelu Daojun ask us to come? How come we haven't seen anyone yet, but have been dealt with by her apprentice first?"

It didn't really matter whether Li Zhe was speaking softly or not, but the faces of the few Tianjiao who were frustrated were flickering - that's right! Why didn't the female devil come? !

All the geniuses in the room looked at Lu Wensheng's smiling eyes and suddenly realized that the melee just now was clearly a conspiracy between master and disciple.

And all of them, as early as when they stepped into the Twelve Palaces of Yuntai, had become...living chess pieces on the chessboard of this scheming master and disciple.

Tsk, the devil girl's disciples are indeed the same as her!

Lu Wensheng, who was unaware of the situation, said: I don’t know, this is really unfair to me!