northernbook Chapter 317 Common ground
Chapter 317 Common ground
Chapter 317 Common ground
An elder of Kunji Sect who asked about the late stage flew down from the high mountain. He saw He Dong imprisoned by Wang Long at a glance.
With a wave of his hand, he broke Wang Long's spell and saved He Dong.
"Is it because you are discussing the Dao that you will cause trouble?" The elder asked later and looked at Wang Long.
His name was He Tong, and he seemed to be in his thirties or forties.
"I said it wasn't me, do you believe me?" Wang Long said calmly.
"Why isn't it you?! Everyone here saw you hurt those two cultivators, and you still want to quibble? Do you think us and the people of Kunji Sect are all fools?"
Murong Li immediately jumped out to accuse Wang Long, he must let Wang Long die today.
"Noisy!" He Tong was displeased, Murongli dared to interrupt when he was asking a question here.
He glared at Murongli, and Murongli was frightened immediately, took a few big steps back and fell to the ground.
"You dare to challenge grandpa with your cowardice? Are you scared to pee?"
With such a good opportunity, Xianren immediately taunted him, and Murong Li's face turned green and pale and hurriedly got up from the ground.
He Tong glared at Murongli and ignored him, looked at Wang Long and continued:
"It is true that you injured one of my disciples, but our Kunji Cult will never unjustly accuse you. Please come with me. We will let you go after we find out the truth of the matter."
"Don't be so troublesome, just check here." Wang Long would not be so stupid.
Going to the Kunji Sect is tantamount to being manipulated by them, regardless of the truth of the matter, they have the final say.
"Since you won't cooperate, there's nothing I can do about it." Before He Tong could finish speaking, he slapped him with a condescending palm.
"Wow!"
Xianren screamed and jumped away in a hurry, he didn't want to be slapped to death by He Tong.
The crowd of onlookers quickly dispersed, leaving the place empty.
Wang Long greeted him with raised palms, he was not afraid of He Tong, he thought he could compete with him.
"boom"!
The collision of their moves caused a big explosion, and He Tong changed color. He didn't expect Wang Long to be able to take his palm.
"You still have some ability."
He Tong struck again, more powerful than before.
Wang Long still took it, and it was not too difficult.
His relaxed appearance made He Tong narrow his eyes, and he felt a killing intent in his heart.
There are so many people watching here, including practitioners from other sects.
The dignified elder of the Kunji Sect asked that his cultivation in the later period could not beat Wang Long, a cultivator in the world. Isn't this a shame for the Kunji Sect to make people laugh?
The more important thing is that Wang Long is still a level lower than him, which really makes people laugh out loud.
"Why are there so many people here? Is there anything interesting?"
A voice came from afar, and everyone turned their heads to see a huge cloud.
On the clouds stood a group of men and women, all handsome and beautiful.
"It's the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter!"
Everyone was shocked, they didn't expect the sons and daughters of various religions to come.
"Elder He, what's going on here?"
The young man standing in the front asked that he was Zhang Xinglan, the holy son of Kunji Sect.
The venue of this seminar is Kunji Sect. As the host, of course he will bring all the saints and sons and daughters to have fun.
He happened to pass by here when he returned from the trip, so he asked about the situation here.
"He injured the disciples I sent to inspect and disturbed the order of the Daoism Conference. I was about to take him back to the church for interrogation." He Tong pointed at Wang Long.
"Oh?"
Zhang Xinglan said suspiciously: "Isn't this Wang Long of the Martial Alliance?"
Another holy son interjected: "I remember him, the last time we joined forces to deal with the Blood Righteous Sect, a few old guys came from their Wumeng."
"Those people are too weak. Together, they are not as strong as my fellow cultivators. They will not be of any use in dealing with the Blood Righteous Sect."
Soon another person echoed:
"That's right! We deal with the Xueyi Sect for the sake of the mortals in the world, and protecting mortals is the mission of their Wumeng!"
"We have lost so many disciples, but the Martial League is good, and only sent five old things."
"It's fine to sit back and enjoy the victory for nothing, but he actually came here to make trouble, what a bunch of shameless trash!"
This holy son was quite aggressive, looking at Wang Long with disgust in his eyes, and even... a hint of killing intent.
"Brother Wu Tong, you are serious," a holy woman said with a smile: "Their Martial League is not our orthodox cultivator after all."
"We feel that the way of heaven and the way of cultivating immortals, they are weak, it is normal to be greedy for life and fear of death, there is no need to be angry for people like them."
I thought the saint was trying to say something fair, but it turned out that Wang Long had misunderstood.
From the beginning to the end, these sects have one thing in mind, which is to look down on the Martial Alliance and anyone else outside of them.
Wang Long smiled lightly: "It turns out that we still have something in common."
"What do you mean by that?" said Wu Tong, the holy son who hated and looked down on Wang Long extremely:
"Who has anything in common with you trash?!"
"Don't worry, you'll know after listening to me." Wang Long said softly:
"You see me as trash, why don't I see you as ants and scum?"
"You said, do we have something in common?"
Wang Long squinted at the group of saints and saints in the sky, his eyes were contemptuous, and he didn't take these people into his heart at all.
"court death!"
Wu Tong was immediately enraged by his words and attitude, jumped down from the clouds, and rushed towards Wang Long.
"The Holy Son has made a move!"
The onlookers were extremely excited, and they didn't expect to see the Son of God make a move before the seminar started.
At the same time, they felt sorry for Wang Long. The Holy Son was trained by various sects as the next leader, and his talents and strengths were excellent.
Ordinary cultivators like them, even if their cultivation base is one realm higher than the Son, are no match for the Son.
Wang Long, who was born in the Martial League, is even worse than their skills, let alone.
"Hehehe..."
Murong Li sneered with his mouth twisted, as if he had seen the scene where Wang Long was torn apart by Wu Tong.
"Be gentle on brother Wu Tong, brother Xinglan will be killed before the Dao Discussion has even started."
There is even more yin and yang in the Holy Son, who advises Wu Tong to act "lightly".
"Humph."
Wu Tong smiled, but the shot was even heavier.
He jumped down from the air, and grabbed Wang Long with his right hand, like a tiger descending the mountain.
And a strong wind swept down with him, and the powerful momentum shocked everyone present.
They had to lament the gap between themselves and Wu Tong, they were so much weaker than the other party in terms of momentum alone, they didn't even have the courage to fight Wu Tong.
So what about Wang Long who faces Wu Tong?They watched Wu Tong get closer and closer to Wang Long, and they all wondered whether Wang Long would be broken into eight pieces, or exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
However, Wang Lung is the protagonist...
Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, Wang Long moved.
He was faster than Wu Tong, and kicked Wu Tong sideways.
"boom"!
They didn't see clearly the appearance of Wu Tong flying out, because it was flying too fast.
By the time they saw Wu Tong's figure clearly, he was already a hundred meters away.
At this moment, the whole audience was silent, and everyone looked dumbfounded. They extremely suspected that they were dreaming.
The holy son of the dignified faction was kicked away by someone, where else would this scene appear besides in a dream?
"You still don't believe me if you say you're trash."
Wang Long's voice made everyone realize that this was not a dream, Wu Tong was really blown away by Wang Long's kick.
"how can that be?"
They still didn't believe it, because how could Wang Long, a cultivator from a mortal organization, beat them?
Not to mention beating the Holy Son.
(End of this chapter)