Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 147 Junior Brother, You Don’t Want Your Master to Be Disappointed, Do You?
"Brother, you may think so." Russell neither admitted nor denied it, because in his eyes there was no difference between Shangqing and Yuqing.

On the contrary, Tian Buyi was worthy of the title of the third person in the older generation of Qingyun Sect, second only to Daoxuan and Wan Jianyi. It was obviously just a tiny fluctuation of magic power, but he was able to see the clue.

Seeing Russell's expression, Tian Buyi felt that God was blind.

They are all from Cao Miao Village, but why are Russell from Chaoyang Peak and Lin Jingyu from Longshou Peak both top cultivation geniuses, but his seventh brother is a complete loser.

He is not good at practicing cultivation, and he doesn't know how to be a human being. He has been playing with his daughter since they were young, and he can't even get rid of such a deep friendship.

If it were just this, it would be fine. He didn't think that the seventh brother was worthy of Tian Ling'er, but Qi Hao was the one who took the cake. If Qi Hao was a disciple from another lineage, it would be fine, but he was the favorite disciple of old man Cangsong.

This really made Fatty Tian so angry that he couldn't sleep all night. Cangsong has always looked down on Tian Buyi, and Tian Buyi has always been at odds with Cangsong.

For Tian Buyi, Tian Ling'er being captured by Qi Hao was like Cangsong slapping him in the face in front of all his fellow disciples in the ancestral temple.

"It seems that Chaoyang Peak is destined to win the championship in this Seven Clans Martial Competition." Although it was congratulations, Tian Buyi's tone always made people hear the sarcasm.

Russell also laughed rudely and said, "Brother Tian, ​​don't joke. I'm not interested in playing house with them."

Playing house... Tian Buyi was so angry, but he couldn't refute anything. The distance between the ninth level of Yuqing and the sixth level of Yuqing was like a chasm.

If Russell participated in the martial arts competition, wouldn't he be just playing house with the other disciples? He was suddenly furious and glared at the disciples behind him who were all stretching their heads to watch the fun.

Song Daren, Du Bishu, Tian Ling'er and other disciples all shrank their heads at the same time. It is said that when Fatty Tian gets angry, Dazhu Peak will tremble. When Du Bishu saw this situation, he knew that they, the group of brothers, would be doomed in the next few days.

But they couldn't blame Russell.

Even if we don't mention that Russell and Xiaofan are from the same hometown, he himself has done nothing wrong. You can't blame others for being too outstanding. There is no such reason in the world.

"Senior Brother Tian, ​​I have brought Xiaofan back safely. We will say goodbye now." Russell said as he gestured to Zhang Xiaofan, who immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Tian Buyi saw it all, but didn't react immediately. He waited until Luo Su flew away, then turned around and looked at Zhang Xiaofan. In his usual serious tone, he asked, "Seventh Brother, what were you saying in code to that Luo kid just now?"

But this time he was destined to get no results. Zhang Xiaofan mumbled for a while, then knelt on the ground with a very determined look: "Disciple cannot say."

"You!" Tian Buyi's eyebrows shot up, and he was furious. He raised his hand to scold him, but his wife beside him pulled his sleeve. Su Ru said gently, "It's normal for children to have some secrets when they grow up. Why do you have to dig into their secrets?"

Zhang Xiaofan nodded in agreement.

This only added fuel to the fire. Tian Buyi practically gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Very good! If you don't want to tell me, I don't even bother asking."

After saying that, Tian Buyi flicked his sleeves heavily, turned around and left without looking back.

Su Ru couldn't help but shook her head when she saw this. After helping Zhang Xiaofan up, she told Song Daren to look after the disciples' studies and then set off to chase her husband.

Du Bishu was watching from the side and applauded in his heart. Zhang Xiaofan did what he had always wanted to do but had not dared to do.

"Xiaofan, talk to your senior sister, is there any big secret between you and that uncle Russell?" As soon as Tian Buyi and Su Ru left, Tian Ling'er pestered Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Tian Ling'er's big watery eyes and two shallow dimples, and was panicked for a moment, but he just muttered, "Secrets are secrets, they can't be told." After many unsuccessful attempts, Tian Ling'er ran away in anger, leaving Zhang Xiaofan scratching his head in confusion.

……

"Junior Master, Master asked you to go find him."

On the other side, as soon as Russell returned to Chaoyang Peak, Chu Yuhong, the direct disciple of the first monk Shang Zhengliang, was already waiting for him in his courtyard.

"Calling me?" Russell tilted his head. His senior brother usually liked to stay in his yard and tinker with the flowers and plants. Why did he care about him today when he had nothing to do? "Let's go."

The two of them immediately took off on their swords, flew through the deep sea of ​​clouds, and reached the first residence at the highest point.

"First Brother, what do you want to call me for?" Shang Zhengliang was making tea when they arrived at the lobby. Russell informed him, bowed, and then sat down next to Shang Zhengliang.

Russell's master, Xian Yun Zhenren, is an elder of the previous generation on Chaoyang Peak. In terms of inheritance, he is of the same generation as the current seven chiefs and elders. If it weren't for his insufficient cultivation, he should be one of the elders now.

"What is your current cultivation level?" Shang Zhengliang asked directly without keeping the question in suspense.

"The peak of Shangqing allowed me to enter Huanyue Cave and immediately become Taiqing." Russell said frankly.

“…” Shang Zhengliang glanced at Russell and sighed.

I'm telling the truth, Russell shrugged. These days, no one believes the truth.

"Do you have any ideas about this Seven Clans Martial Competition?" Shang Zhengliang continued.

"What can I think?" Russell asked curiously, "Hasn't the candidates for the martial arts competition already been decided?"

"This martial arts competition is different." Shang Zhengliang said with a displeased expression, "I don't know what Cangsong said to the headmaster, so that the number of participants in this competition can be increased from 29 to 64. This means that we don't have enough disciples to participate this time."

"Don't we have hundreds of disciples?" Russell said that no matter how long it took, it would not be his turn.

"There's not a single capable fighter." Shang Zhengliang and Russell discussed, "The Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition has already been held for twenty years, and Chaoyang Peak has only won the championship twice, which is only one more than the neighboring Luoxia Peak. If this continues, we might end up like Dazhu Peak in the future."

"So?" Russell tried to evade.

"So you have to take action, Junior Brother!" Shang Zhengliang said excitedly. "Don't think I don't know. When Senior Brother Xian Yun brought you to Chaoyang Peak, he told us that you have excellent comprehension and innate talent. I accepted your keeping a low profile and ignoring worldly affairs for these years, but this time is different. The future of Chaoyang Peak is in your hands."

Seeing that Russell remained unmoved, Shang Zhengliang immediately used his trump card and said leisurely, "Junior Brother, you don't want Senior Uncle Xian Yun to be disappointed in you, do you?"

Russell: "..."

……

In the middle of the night, the cold moon hangs high in the sky, and mist hangs over Dazhu Peak.

Deep in "Bamboo Waves", one of the six scenic spots in Qingyun, next to the Bitan Lake, Zhang Xiaofan tightly grasped the "fire stick" in his hand, looking around, as if waiting for something.

"Xiao Fan." Russell slowly descended from the sea of ​​fog.

"Uncle Luo," Zhang Xiaofan said excitedly. This was the secret code between Luo Su and Zhang Xiaofan, agreeing to meet in the Purple Bamboo Forest tonight.

"Uncle Master, can this really be solved?" Zhang Xiaofan was a little nervous.

"How could I lie to you?" Russell took the Soul-Devouring Stick, which was famous in later generations, from Zhang Xiaofan's hand, and a clear light flashed in his palm.

In an instant, there were gusts of cold wind in the Bibotan Lake, ghosts wailed and gods howled, and an extremely strong blood and yin energy burst out from the soul-eater in his palm, roaring and trying to devour Russell.

"Don't scream." Russell spoke calmly. His voice was not loud, but it really made the strange phenomenon caused by the Soul-Devouring Stick disappear without a trace, which made Zhang Xiaofan astonished.

Not long after, Russell's inscriptions on the Soul-Devouring Stick added many mysterious runes.

These runes have their own magical uses. The three most important ones are: first, they can suppress the erosion of Zhang Xiaofan by the vicious blood energy in them; second, they can enhance the Soul Devourer's reaction to Zhang Xiaofan's magic power; and third, they can cover up the fact that it is a blood-refined magic weapon.

To be honest, in the world view of Zhu Xian, Russell really doesn't understand why blood refining is defined as a magical method.

If you don't refine the magic weapon into your own life-saving magic weapon, then on the battlefield, if your side suffers casualties, won't the opponent or enemy be able to use the equipment by just picking it up?
Isn't this just pure brain trouble?
When He Chenguang saw him, he called him an amateur.

"Is that all?" Zhang Xiaofan took back the Soul Devourer and tried to control it. His Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao cultivation had already reached the fourth level of Yuqing, so he immediately swung the Soul Devourer Stick with a whooshing force. He said happily, "Thank you, Uncle Luo."

"We're all family, there's no need to thank me." Russell ruffled Zhang Xiaofan's hair, and the two chatted for a while. Fearing that his master would discover him, Zhang Xiaofan said goodbye early and returned to the dormitory. Not long after Zhang Xiaofan left, Russell said calmly to the depths of the bamboo forest, "Senior Brother Tian, ​​since you're here, why don't you show up?"

What responded to him was a scarlet fairy sword.

The sword is called Red Flame, and it is a magic sword that Tian Buyi has nurtured for more than three hundred years. In Tian Buyi's hands, its power is no less than that of the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon.

Facing the immortal sword surrounded by red flames, Russell didn't even move his feet. He thrust his two fingers straight out, tearing through the unmatched sword energy, clamped the sword tip, and flipped his wrist again, and the red flame sword fell into Russell's hands.

"Senior Brother Tian, ​​is this the way Dazhu Peak treats guests?" Russell flicked the sword with his fingers, and the Red Flame Sword immediately made a sharp trembling sound. The control and transformation of objects were completed in an instant. After Russell let go, it took the initiative to float behind Russell, like a docile cat.

This sword only has the strength of the peak of Yuqing. Even if Russell is really only at the ninth level of Yuqing, he will only suffer some minor injuries.

"..." Tian Buyi felt the connection between himself and the Scarlet Flame Sword being severed, and his brows furrowed. He said coldly, "I have never heard of such an inheritance on Chaoyang Peak."

"Forget it." Russell stared at Tian Buyi for a second and decisively gave up the idea of ​​continuing to reason with the fat man. If he wanted him to listen to what he had to say, he would have to beat him until he couldn't speak.

"Fatty Tian, ​​I've really tolerated you for a long time." Russell threw the Red Flame Sword back to Tian Buyi, and then disappeared in Tian Buyi's astonished eyes.

So fast! This is definitely not a level that Yuqing can reach. He has entered the Shangqing realm!
In an instant, Tian Buyi made a decision, and the red flame and red light in his hand became stronger.

Clang clang clang!

With the sound of crisp sword chants, the red sword energy rushed straight into the sky.

One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight...

In an instant, the sky was filled with cold light, and densely packed ancient swords swooped down like the sky pressing down!

The sound of tearing air instantly detonated the void, completely covering the area around Bibotan in an instant.

Under this dense rain of sword energy, Russell indeed showed up. Tian Buyi snorted coldly, and immediately pulled up the sword energy of nearly a hundred feet, whistling it towards Russell.

The red flame burned like a raging fire, wrapping Tian Buyi's body in flames. It was extremely dazzling, almost like a phoenix in fire howling to the sky. The sword energy roared within a radius of hundreds of feet, cutting the countless black bamboos in the purple bamboo forest that were as hard as iron and stone in half. The shattered stone powder and endless dust were raised high up, blocking the view.

hum~
The sonic boom of the sword energy disappeared. Tian Buyi frowned and looked up. Russell's figure disappeared from his sight again. Before he could sense anything, the sound of breaking air from behind him made his pupils shrink.

Without waiting for his brain to issue an order, his subconscious reaction made him turn around to block. Before the punch arrived, he heard the sound of blood flowing in Russell's body like a river bursting its banks, and the sound of muscles and bones rubbing against each other like the roar of a dragon or a tiger!
Bang!
Tian Buyi held his sword across his chest and used the Red Flame Sword to block the powerful punch. His short and fat body was blasted out like a cannonball, and only stopped after smashing countless rocks.

"It's not easy!"

"Master!"

Cries of surprise came from outside the purple bamboo forest. It was Su Ru and her fellow disciples from Dazhu Peak who came to investigate, startled by the noise.

At this moment, Su Ru was no longer gentle. Her face was as frosty and her eyes were cold.

Song Daren, Du Bishu, Tian Ling'er and other disciples also looked anxious.

Zhang Xiaofan was even more anxious, and his heart was filled with self-blame. He believed that it was because of him that Uncle Luo and his master started fighting.

"Don't come over here!" The arrival of the people from Dazhu Peak stopped Russell from pursuing. Tian Buyi, who had just recovered from the blow, shouted immediately. He stood up with the Red Flame Sword and stared at Russell intently: "This is between him and me."

Hearing her husband say this, Su Ru's expression finally relaxed.

Her mind raced, and she, who was already intelligent, almost guessed the conflict between the two - Russell came to Dazhu Peak to meet Xiaofan in the middle of the night, and was discovered by her husband who was always keeping an eye on Xiaofan. Afterwards, her husband's temper angered Russell, and the two had a fight.

"Junior Brother Luo, please show mercy." Su Ru called out softly.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister." Luo Su was about to agree when he heard Tian Buyi say stubbornly, "Junior Sister, why are you begging him? Just wait and see how I teach him a lesson."

Russell looked at Su Ru pointing at Tian Buyi and showed the same smile as Donnie Yen, then he shot over like a cannonball, raised his body high, and punched Tian Buyi.

The violent air seemed to be suddenly stirred into a huge spiral drill visible to the naked eye, accompanied by a rumbling sonic boom, like a huge meteor or meteorite pressing forward.

Tian Buyi narrowly avoided it, but before he could stand firmly, he turned around and saw Russell's Adam's apple rolling. The air in front of him suddenly exploded. With a bang, a huge air wave and sound resounded, and Tian Buyi was blown away.

"I'll make your mouth stink! I'll make your mouth stink! I'll make your mouth stink!" Russell sat astride Tian Buyi, his movements faster than his words, his fists raining down on him.

He did not use any magic power, but relied entirely on his blood, energy, and tendons to propel his attack. Each punch was a display of the purest aesthetics of violence.

The five disciples Ren Yi Li Zhi Xin stood aside and couldn't bear to watch. Su Ru and Tian Ling'er were full of heartache, while Du Bishu was purely gloating.

Only Zhang Xiaofan, who was hiding in a corner where no one cared, watched Russell's actions with his eyes shining!

(End of this chapter)