Chapter 678: Bland

saw Yun Hao's unwavering confidence.Mobbing!However.After Lin Jiao spoke, the ten or so people behind her didn't make a move.Let's get our hands dirty!Lin Jiao shouted angrily."Master...Senior Sister...Loyi appeared here, which was a bit of a surprise for Yun Hao. He thought she wouldn't come along, but she didn't stay at Wanjianmen as the head of Feijian Hall. Instead, she reverted to her youthful appearance and came to Tongtian City ahead of schedule.

The stray cat stealthily hid behind Yun Hao.

This woman is comfortable to hold, but the stray cat has psychological trauma from being surrounded by a bunch of mice with all sorts of bloodlines.

"Little Meow!"

Loi immediately squatted down, grabbed the collar of the wild cat's neck, and held it close to her chest. "Don't worry," she said, "Sister won't catch mice for you anymore, I'll give you dried fish from now on!"

Saying that, he directly took out some dried fish from his storage ring.

The stray cat's eyes immediately lit up with happiness: "Meow meow meow, this cat likes you! You're such a smart, beautiful, and kind woman!"

"Master Jinghong: 'Jian Hongchen, Luo Yiyi is now a disciple of the Wanjianmen. Our Wanjianmen has two spots to enter the Divine God Tree, one for you and one for her.'"

Yun Hao: "..."

"Luo Yi: 'My identity is that of the ancestor of Jinghong, the ancestor of Youguang, and the ancestor of Tianque. I am a super genius cultivated simultaneously by all three. My status is not inferior to yours, the Saint Son.'"

Yun Hao was speechless in response.

He has a father who is the world's number one kendo master, and he can play however he wants.

He could be the master of Fei Jian Tang, Wanjianmen's flying sword hall, one moment, and the closed-door disciple of three ancestors of Wanjianmen the next.

"Sword Red Dust, next what will you do I want to earnestly ask you for advice and learn sword formations from you. You can't refuse me! Now that we are fellow disciples, we should help each other."

Pengguang: "It's more appropriate for brothers and sisters to be together, like a brother-teacher relationship."

Loyi : ......

At that moment.

"Having heard that the stunning beauty, Hong Chen, wielding the Saint Son's Sword, has arrived from Wan Jian Men, Tian Jian Zong is here to pay a visit!"

A tremendous sound came from outside.

The Patriarch of the Ghostly Gaze's face immediately darkened, like a fly had flown into his throat, his whole face contorted in disgust.

Luo Yi knew Yun Hao didn't understand these things, so he said: "Judging by the sound, it should be Taishang Elder Zhao Kong from Tianjianzong."

This old geezer is the only Saint Realm expert in Tianjian Sect. Before, Wanjianmen had no Saint Realm experts, and he was always secretly making trouble for Wanjianmen on the surface.

The ancestor of the Profound Mirage, with a cold snort, said: "Before there were no saints, now our Wanjianmen has three saints. No matter what he plays, cunning or insidious, this old man will not be polite to him!"

Having said that, the ancestor Jinghong flicked his sleeves and immediately walked out.

Luo Yi looked at Yun Hao: "Zhao Kong knows that our Wanjianmen has three Saints. He doesn't have the guts to take action himself, and he just mentioned you in his words. I guess he's coming for you. You just arrived in Tongtian City, and you don't know anyone here. Let's not engage with them for now."

"Whether it's fortune or misfortune, if it's a disaster, it can't be avoided. Let's go and see for ourselves."

………

"A flash of brilliance! Unexpectedly, you've also ascended to the level of a saint. It seems like you've really gotten lucky, striking gold by pure chance." An old man with small eyes spoke in a sneering and ambiguous tone, giving off a feeling of wretchedness.

The stray cat felt offended...

The Patriarch Jinghong stared at Zhao Kong and said, "Old man, if you want to have a competition, I'll accompany you. If you're just here to annoy me, then get lost! I don't have time to waste on you!"

Zhao Kong still smiled, saying: "We're old now, our bones are creaking. What's the point of fighting and killing anymore Qing Hong,

"

I'm not saying you're wrong, but you're one of the ancestors of Wujianmen after all. How can you be so reckless and impulsive like a young fool

"Whoosh!"

The Patriarch of the Ghostly Glance was so enraged that he directly drew his sword and said, "If you utter another word of nonsense, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Zhao Kong looked like he was about to vomit, shaking his head and sighing. Then, he turned to the girl beside him and said, "Chunfang, didn't you say you wanted to experience the skills of the Holy Son of Wujianmen What are you waiting for Just say it!"

Zhao Chunfang immediately stood up, her eyes fixed on Yun Hao, and said: "Jian Hongchen, do you dare accept my challenge"

Zhao Kong: "Chun Fang, don't push him too hard. If he's afraid, that's fine. Just give him a chance to be a turtle, and at the same time, remember to save Wanjianmen some face. Don't go around spreading rumors everywhere, or else people will say that Wanjianmen's holy son is a coward! Be sensible, understand"

Zhao Chunfang nodded and said, "Grandpa, I understand."

Zhao Kong smiled with relief and said, "This is my obedient granddaughter. Our Zhao family people don't bully the weak."

"This old geezer is such a jerk!" the stray cat couldn't bear it any longer.

Zhao Kong was not bothered at all, but smiled and looked at the ancestor Jinghong. "Jinghong, don't mind it. Young people just like to compare themselves with others and fight each other. They hone themselves in battle."

Of course, I also know that it's really hard for your Wanjianmen. After so many years without a Saint Son, you finally chose one. It's not a big deal to refuse a challenge, after all, such a weak Saint Son, if he accepts any challenge at random and ends up losing face, it would be embarrassing.

Jing Hong's Ancestor's teeth were almost gritted to pieces, wishing he could cleave Zhao Kong's mouth open with a single sword!

Zhao Chunfang looked at Yun Hao and said, "The duel between the two swords was because our Tianjian Sect underestimated Wanjianmen. That's why we sent someone like Xiao Hong, who got lucky and benefited from you. But Xiao Hong doesn't represent the true strength of the younger generation of Tianjian Sect. Jian Hongchen, if you are a man, accept my challenge!"

Yun Hao's lips curled into a cold arc as he said, "What are you"

Zhao Chunfang roared angrily: "Jian Hongchen, you're afraid to fight, aren't you Speak to me with some respect!"

Yun Hao let out a cold snort and said, “I am the Holy Son of Wan Jian Men. Are you the Holy Daughter of Tian Jian Zong”

" … I am not!"

“Then what qualifications do you have to challenge me Just because some random, insignificant clown wants to challenge me, I have to fight If you want to challenge me, fine. Send your Heaven Sword Sect’s Saint Son or Saint Daughter. As for you, fighting you would be a humiliation for me!”

Zhao Chunfang was furious.

Even Zhao Kong, a cunning old fox, was speechless for a moment.

They had thought that Jian Hongchen, the Holy Son of Wanjianmen, would avoid the battle, but they didn't expect that the Holy Son of Wanjianmen would refuse for such a reason.

...and this is the reason.

It does sound reasonable.

It was this very fairness that made Zhao Chunfang extremely uncomfortable. She hadn't even qualified to challenge Jian Hongchen...

"Master, for a character like this, it's truly beneath you to make a move. Let me handle it instead." Pengguang spoke, his tone brimming with eagerness.

Yun Hao nodded.

Peng Guang suddenly excitedly stared at Zhao Chunfang, and said: "Monster, dare you fight me!"

Zhao Chunfang was so angry that smoke came out of her nostrils, she said, "I came to challenge Jian Hongchen, you are just a bird, you don't have the qualifications for me to make a move!"

Cowering in Luo Yi's embrace, the wildcat hissed: "You want to challenge Jian Hongchen, but you are not qualified. Peng Guang is just a little bird of Jian Hongchen. If you don't even dare to accept the challenge from a little bird of Jian Hongchen, who gave you the courage to challenge Jian Hongchen"

Pengguang tapped his head and said, "That's right! I am the master's little bird! I represent the master to blow you up, you ugly monster!"

Zhao Chunfang was furious, roaring, "Good, good, good! Jian Hongchen is a coward, you are just a little bird of Jian Hongchen, so I'll beat you, this little bird, first!"

"Here it comes!" Peng Guang, brimming with excitement, roared in a flash, his form transforming into a golden sword light that shot out instantly.

Since the beginning, Pengguang has either cultivated on his own or sparred with others, showing extreme diligence. His bloodline is powerful, and his cultivation realm naturally surged rapidly.

But…

Pengguang lacks practical experience!

No chance to make a move!

Now, I'm finally ready for battle!

Pengguang's speed was truly astonishing. The golden sword light it transformed into reached Zhao Chunfang's face in an instant.

Zhao Chunfang didn't even have time to react.

Golden sword qi pierced through Zhao Chunfang's chest, sending a streak of blood flying!

Zhao Chunfang screamed and flew backwards, crashing out dozens of meters. A gaping hole in her chest remained, the domineering power still wreaking havoc within her. She struggled but couldn't get up.

Pengguang's voice was filled with disappointment: "I didn't want to hurt you so badly... But I really didn't expect you to be so weak. This battle was utterly flavorless!"

Zhao Chunfang was feeling extremely suffocated at this moment, filled with endless humiliation.

I... I actually got poked by Jian Hongchen's little bird and that's it!

But the little bird of Jian Hongchen, after piercing her, still scorned her, finding her bland and tasteless... through to the eighth level of the Transcending Mortal Realm. But now, I have fallen back to the seventh level.But... I feel an unprecedented sense of ease, as if before this, my body was bound by co...