My ability pool is superior to others

The two disciples from the Immortal Sect who were originally fighting suddenly stopped in tacit understanding and looked into the distance in shock.

"That is……"

As the Golden Scale Saint released his aura without any concealment, the disciples of the major sects in Ziyun Mountain could clearly feel the tragic evil spirit coming from that direction.

That murderous aura with a taste of destruction was like an ancient beast breaking free from its seal and setting foot on the human world.

The Taishi Sect disciple who was walking alone in the dense forest paused and looked in the direction of the violent aura with a little fear: "It's the Golden Scale Saint Son, is this still the Golden Scale Evil Suppression Skill?"

"Who messed with that guy again?"

The drinking boy muttered to himself, then turned his gaze to the young man walking in front of him.

This generation of sword-wielding disciples in Jiange did not express any opinions on this and remained as silent as a stone.

……

Lu Bai felt the breath and just glanced sideways.

In his opinion, no matter how fiercely these immortal sect disciples fought, it had nothing to do with him.

He maintained a leisurely flying speed and was about to reach his destination.

As the highest peak in the central area of ​​Ziyun Mountain, it actually has no official name and is generally referred to as Unnamed Mountain.

But because of the location of Wuming Mountain, many disciples from the immortal sects gathered in this direction, and more and more people gathered.

Some human figures can be vaguely seen in the dense forest, and from time to time disciples from the immortal sect choose to fly over.

But they were not as smooth as Lu Bai. Most of them were attacked before they even had a chance to land.

Indeed, choosing such a ostentatious way as flying at this time proves that these immortal sect disciples have confidence in themselves and their strength is not weak at all.

However, those who have gathered at Wuming Mountain now are all the heroes of the younger generation of Xuanzhou. Who would think that they are much worse than their peers?
Unless one is a famous genius like the true disciple of a great sect or the son of a holy land, one will inevitably encounter challenges.

Although Lu Bai only came from the Qingwang Sect on the surface, he has no deterrent power.

But after he defeated Xioyan with one move, everyone adjusted his threat level to the second level, just below the Son of God and the True Disciple. No one would dare to attack him rashly for the time being.

Of course, as time went on, more and more powerful auras appeared, and Lu Bai, who had been staying quietly on the periphery, was finally targeted.

"Are you Lu Bai?"

A young man with a cold expression and narrow eyes walked up to Lu Bai and looked down at him.

Lu Bai blinked his eyes: "No, you're wrong."

Ling Yi's face became a little more gloomy: "Do you think this joke is funny?"

"Since you know me, why are you asking?"

There was still a kind smile on Lu Bai's face, giving people a feeling of incomparable sincerity.

"It's just a matter of words."

Ling Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and under the influence of his narrow eyes, he looked even more gloomy: "Xiao Yan is my good friend. Since you want to step on him to become famous, don't blame me for being ruthless."

As a strong man of the younger generation, even if Lu Bai just stood there and did nothing, there would still be many people paying attention to him.

If there is no deep hatred, the initial conference normally will not be as tragic as a life-and-death struggle. If you lose, you lose, and the overall atmosphere is not grim.

The surrounding disciples soon noticed the tense atmosphere between them and looked at the two with inquiring eyes.

"Who is that person? How dare he challenge Lu Bai?" "He doesn't know how powerful he is, right? Rumor has it that Lu Bai from Qingwang Sect has entered the Golden Core Stage."

“Even if the rumors are false, being able to defeat Xio Yan, who is in the late stage of foundation building, with one move can prove that Lu Bai can definitely walk sideways in the foundation building realm.”

The nearby immortal sect disciples were talking about it.

It can be heard from their words that they basically don't think highly of Ling Yi. They just think that this person may have lost his basic rationality in order to become famous.

Ling Yi did not say anything harsh, but just silently practiced his own martial arts, as if waiting for something.

Lu Bai was looking at Ling Yi who was standing in front of him, and his expression gradually became a little strange.

"It seems your master never told you."

The seemingly peaceful situation did not last long. Ling Yi seemed to have finally achieved a certain condition and no longer concealed his pride: "Let me introduce myself. I am a true disciple of the Ten Thousand Insects Valley, Ling Yi."

Lu Bai tilted his head slightly, motioning for him to continue.

Perhaps because he felt that he had a sure win, Ling Yi didn't mind exposing his true identity.

"We, the disciples of Wanchong Valley, are different from the orthodox cultivators who mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to fight. Our main training is the poisonous insects. With the spiritual technique called the natal poisonous insects, we can possess many methods that are unimaginable for orthodox cultivators."

Having said this, Ling Yi paused, and when he was about to continue explaining, he was suddenly interrupted by Lu Bai's laughing voice.

"For example, using a tiny insect like this to enter my body through the air?"

As soon as these words came out, Ling Yi's expression froze, and he felt vaguely uneasy.

He forced himself to calm down: "Did you find out? It's too late."

"Is it too late? Why don't you try to control these poisonous insects?"

As Lu Bai spoke, he raised his right hand.

Ling Yi subconsciously tried what Lu Bai said, and found that he had indeed lost control of the insect, and his face turned pale.

Ninety percent of the means of insect cultivators like them rely on the poisonous insects. If he loses the poisonous insects, he will not have the courage to face Lu Bai at all.

Fortunately, Lu Bai was not so cruel and did not intend to let the other party suffer in fear for too long.

The vast magic power instantly condensed into a spiritual palm print.

It is true to say that one trick is enough to conquer the world. Relying on his cultivation level far exceeding that of the younger generation of the Immortal Sect, Lu Bai has not yet encountered any Immortal Sect disciple who can contend with his attack method.

The huge spiritual palm print seemed to have sucked out all the air in the forward direction, and smashed towards Ling Yi with terrifying power.

It was obvious that Ling Yi had tried everything he could to resist, but unfortunately it only slightly slowed down the speed of the spiritual power palm print, and then his body was blasted into a pool of rotten meat.

Seeing this scene, all the immortal sect disciples around were horrified.

But before they could sigh, they saw a golden figure rushing forward quickly, emitting the same pressure as a humanoid beast.

"Lu Bai!"

Lu Bai turned sideways, took a closer look at the person's appearance, and confirmed that he had no impression of him. It was too late to ask.

With no other options, he turned around and faced the person who was coming.

Bang!
The collision was like a needle against a wheat spike, like a muffled thunder across the sky.

The deafening metallic humming sound caused pain in the eardrums of many disciples present. (End of this chapter)