Chapter 116 My Name Is Guang Lingui

The Black Dragon Bell would only ring when outsiders barged into the mountain gate. It rang three times in a row. It was obvious that the matter was extremely urgent.

At that time, the disciples on the Chongju Peak began to move. No matter what they were doing before, the Black Dragon Bell rang. They could not temporarily put down the things in their hands and rush to the mountain gate with their weapons.

Xu Han and the others were naturally the same.

However, Xu Han couldn't help but secretly wonder who it was that dared to break into the Exquisite Pavilion?

…

Meng Liang, who had already reached the prosperous town at the foot of Linglong Pavilion Mountain, sat beside the small teahouse in the town. Looking at the towering mountain in the distance, his eyes lit up with battle intent.

We'll see him soon.

He thought in his heart that he couldn't hold back any longer and wished he could lift the sword in his hand and fight that person for three hundred rounds.

"Chen Xuanji is not Yue Chengpeng. With your current cultivation, it would be most appropriate for you to deal with him and rest for a day before going there." A man dressed in black beside him said calmly.

Hearing this, Meng Liang turned his head and a charming smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Senior is right." He repeatedly nodded and echoed. Finally, he asked, "In Senior's opinion, which is stronger, Chen Xuanji or I?"

The man picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. He glanced at the smiling youth in front of him and said, "If I say you can't beat him, are you willing to take me to Mount Li now?"

Meng Liang's expression froze at that moment.

The man in front of him and the girl beside him were initially in conflict with Meng Liang's heart, but he had no choice but to do so because of the opponent's obscene might.

However, by chance, when the man saw Meng Liang practicing his sword, he casually said a few words, which greatly benefited Meng Liang.

How exquisite was Meng Liang's mind?

Very quickly, he realized that not only were the two of them not troublesome, they were also very likely to be his great fortune.

After that, he carefully served the two of them. Whenever he found an opportunity, he would ask the man for advice on the path of the sword, and the man would explain everything to them.

Meng Liang didn't necessarily believe the man's advice, but he could always directly poke at the vital points. In the past half a month, Meng Liang's advancement in the path of the sword was extremely remarkable.

Meng Liang did not think that this man's sword dao cultivation was much stronger than his master's. He only thought that the man's understanding of the sword dao seemed to be more suitable for him.

Therefore, when he said that Meng Liang was not Chen Xuanji's opponent, Meng Liang had that realization just now.

"Of course not." After a brief peculiarity, Meng Liang returned to his sloppy appearance. "Even if I can't call, I've already come. Naturally, I have to give it a try."

Although he looked playful and smiling, how could he hide the unwillingness in his words from the man and the girl who accompanied him?

"Since you want to beat him so badly, then I'll go up and expend both of his arms. You go with him again. After the fight is over, you can take us to Mount Li!" At this moment, the girl with a pair of purple pupils on the side slapped the table and stood up with killing intent.

Hearing this, Meng Liang's undead suddenly appeared.

He didn't think that this young lady was joking. Because he couldn't control his eyes, he was treated by this seemingly harmless young lady along the way. Later, he discovered that although this girl looked like she was fourteen or fifteen years old, she was on par with men and had an extremely close relationship with them. Meng Liang roughly came to the conclusion that this girl was also a powerful person. She had only cultivated some techniques, which was why she looked so young.

"Senior, no." He said hurriedly.

"Why?" The girl raised her eyebrows and asked.

"This … this competition is about fairness. If you break his arms, then what's the point of fighting?"

"Humph! You guys are all stinking sick." The girl muttered discontentedly, but her gaze was fixed on the man beside her.

The man sensed the girl's gaze and smiled, but he did not say anything.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

At this moment, a heavy bell rang from the distant mountain peak.

At that moment, the surrounding people stopped their work and looked up at the mountain peak. It was obvious that they were somewhat puzzled.

"This is?" Meng Liang was also stunned, unable to figure out exactly what had happened.

"Black Dragon Bell." However, the man stood up at that moment with a serious expression on his face, "Let's go take a look."

Without Liang's consent, he led the girl towards the Exquisite Pavilion.

Seeing this, Meng Liang secretly cursed. He didn't know who said that he would go tomorrow, but this thought naturally only existed in his heart. His body still took very honest steps to catch up with the two of them.

…

When Xu Han and the others arrived at the mountain gate, the gate was already filled with disciples from the three main peaks.

The faint smell of blood drifted through the mountain gates. Occasionally, angry roars could be heard in front of them, indicating that a fight or even a massacre was taking place.

Clang!

With a light sound, the sword in Fang Ziyu's hand was unsheathed. As the Second Senior Sister on the Chongju Peak , she was naturally responsible for the assault.

Seeing this, Xu Han and Song Yueming hurriedly followed suit.

Since the enemy dared to attack so openly, they probably wouldn't be ordinary characters. Xu Han was afraid that Fang Ziyu would be injured by the enemy for a moment.

However, when they arrived at the front of the battlefield, the scene in front of them truly stunned them.

More than a dozen direct disciples who could or could not name Xu Han took turns to fight, and the target of their siege was indeed a child who appeared to be only eleven or twelve years old. To be exact, it should be a small monk.

The little monk was dressed in a white patchwork robe with a jade face and red lips. His starry eyes and bright teeth were extremely cute.

He didn't make a move at all. Instead, he erected a golden barrier around his body. The direct disciples of Chongju Peak struggled to break through it with all their strength. Instead, they were all shocked by the backlash of the barrier and suffered considerable internal injuries.

However, the little monk treated this as nothing. He looked at the people around him with great interest and took small steps towards the direction of the mountain.

Perhaps it was because the strength displayed by this little monk was too strange. Seeing this, those ordinary disciples did not dare to step forward to stop him, so they could only let him slowly walk away.

Xu Han frowned. He could tell that this little monk was unusual, but Fang Ziyu had a bad temper. Seeing that this little monk was so presumptuous, she was about to step forward. Xu Hanxin was shocked. Although Fang Ziyu's strength was formidable, he could not gain any benefits from the siege of more than ten direct disciples. How could Fang Ziyu be his opponent?

He thought about this and was about to stop Fang Ziyu, but when he reached out his hand, a sharp pain suddenly came from his right arm.

The pain came without warning, and it tore his heart apart. Xu Han was caught off guard. His head became unconscious under the stimulation of the pain, and his body almost fell. Fortunately, Song Yueming quickly helped him up, which saved him from falling to the ground.

However, because of this abnormal situation, before he could stop Fang Ziyu, the Second Senior Sister naturally walked in front of the crowd.

"Brother Xu, what's wrong with you?" Song Yueming also noticed that something was wrong with Xu Han and asked with concern.

"Stop" Xu Han was about to urge Song Yueming to stop Ziyu below when the pain in his right arm intensified. Dense sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. At that time, he was unable to utter what he had said when he reached the edge of his mouth.

He let out a cold snort and involuntarily knelt on the ground. His left hand tightly covered his right arm, and the expression on his face was endless pain.

The source of the pain.

At this moment, Xu Han finally came to his senses. The boundless demonic energy in his right arm seemed to have been pulled by something and became restless. The medicinal power of the Great Desolate Pill seemed to be so weak under the pull of that unknown thing. The demon arm that had been suppressed had actually shown signs of eroding Xu Han's body at this moment.

Xu Han raised his head, his eyes bloodshot. He looked at the little monk who was slowly walking forward.

For some reason, he actually had this kind of intuition in his heart.

He was the one who pulled the demonic energy out of his body.

…

At this time, Fang Ziyu finally arrived in front of the little monk. When the surrounding disciples saw Fang Ziyu arrive, they pushed him away like they saw a savior.

"What kind of monster is this, pretending to be a ghost? How can this Exquisite Pavilion be a place where you can act wildly?" At that time, Second Senior Sister raised her eyebrows, pointed out her sword, and shouted.

Seeing this, the little monk actually stopped in his tracks.

"I'm not a demon, I'm a monk." He looked at Fang Ziyu seriously and corrected his mistake.

Hearing this, Fang Ziyu was stunned. She did not expect that her angry reprimand would be exchanged for such a set of words.

"I don't care if you're a human or a demon. This is the Exquisite Pavilion, not a place you can barge into!" But in the end, she did not want to fall in front of a small monk and drink it again.

"I didn't barge in randomly. I've already told the doorkeepers, but they won't let me in. I can only walk on my own." The little monk replied with a rightful expression. His attitude was still incomparably serious. Even his brows furrowed slightly at that time, as if he was very dissatisfied with Fang Ziyu's slander.

However, no matter how much the little monk swore, this reasoning was still distorted.

Fang Ziyu naturally knew this as well, but the expression on the little monk's face clearly showed that he did not notice his rudeness at all. This made Fang Ziyu very angry, but she also understood that reasoning with the little monk was not a wise thing to do.

"Humph! You shameless and forceful person, my Exquisite Pavilion is not a place you can come as you wish."

After saying that, Fang Ziyu lost interest in talking to him. She pointed her toes and the sword in her hand lit up. At that moment, her body turned into a rainbow and shot straight towards the little monk.

However, the little monk didn't care about Fang Ziyu's killing intent.

He just stamped his feet in anger and said loudly in his still somewhat childish voice.

"I am not a shameless person!"

"My name is Guang Lingui!"

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