Chapter 158: Lotus-Picking Boat, Have You Ever Known It?

  Two great mysteries followed the sound and looked over, a mysterious person wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, sat on a branch of a withered tree, holding a pipe and playing a melodious tune.

  "Ah, you've finally arrived!" The yellow-shirted ghost-faced man's eyes gleamed brightly as the faint echo reverberated through the land. "Take off your hat and let me see your face!"

  Along with the yellow-shirted ghost-faced man's words, a gust of wind shot out quickly and transformed into a knife wheel in mid-air, slashing towards the neck of the person wearing the raincoat.

  The Reed Cloak Man's flute sound stopped abruptly, he swung his large sleeve, and a gust of wind burst out, identical to the gust of wind cut out by the Yellow Shirt Ghost Face Man. The two knife wheels collided, making a "ding" sound, and both turned into powder.

  With Li Zhongxuan's pride, he naturally wouldn't fight shoulder to shoulder with someone against an enemy of the same level. He put away his fierce bird and retreated two steps back, watching the battle between the two.

  At a glance, Li Zhongxuan was shocked. These two men, the yellow-shirted man's offensive was fierce and powerful, really only seen at the Xuanzong level, with a casual pointing of his hand, batches of ferocious tigers, bears, giant elephants, and wolves, fell one after another, attacking and killing forward.

  The movements of the man in the straw raincoat were even more unbelievable, he stretched out his left palm, as if a formless black hole had emerged, swallowing the Yellow Shirt Sect's Xuanling one by one into it. His right palm slapped down, and suddenly fierce tigers, giant bears, and massive elephants charged towards the Yellow Shirt Sect.

  "Why put on a show, why not reveal your true strength?" The yellow-shirted ghost-faced man roared with anger, slashing out a dark golden mysterious power, transforming into a giant spinning axe that chopped the incoming tiger, bear, and elephant spirits into pieces.

  Li Zhongxuan's heart skipped a beat. The yellow-shirted man had just revealed his true strength, and he was a powerful Earth Extreme Mystic Sect member.

  "It's strange, among the people I know, there doesn't seem to be anyone from the Ti Yu Xuan sect who is this powerful..." Lei Zhongxuan thought to himself, "Could it be... someone I met while studying in Ha Yun Shang Guo?"

  Behind the yellow shirt man, the prosperous world's virtual shadow reappears. He wants to use the momentum of the situation to force out the momentum of the thatched cottage man, thereby guessing the enemy's hand.

  The man in the straw raincoat stood up and walked down from the withered tree. Behind him, a virtual shadow of a prosperous world appeared, exactly the same as the grand momentum of the yellow-shirted man!

  "Damn it, what else can you do besides learning from others!" The yellow-shirted man was furious, and the faint echo turned fierce. "Since you forced me, don't blame me for killing you!"

  Dark golden mysterious power surged, the yellow-shirted man condensed the mysterious power, and was about to transform into his true form of the mysterious spirit, making a desperate last-ditch effort.

  At this moment, the vast array of fog and mist suddenly roared in response, but had already lost its effectiveness. Xu Yang walked out of the formation with a fat ball on his shoulder.

  "Three Names of Xuanzong?"

  As soon as they broke through the formation, Xu Yang couldn't help but be stunned by this rare sight. He first bowed his head to Li Zhongxuan: "Uncle Li."

  Li Zhongxuan said calmly: "The selection in Haicheng is underway, you'd better hurry up. I'll take care of this place."

  Xu Yang glanced at the yellow-shirted ghost-faced man and the raincoat man, and found that both of them were equally unfathomable, almost reaching the extreme of the Xuanzong realm! He couldn't help but feel a little worried, and said to Li Zhongxuan: "Uncle Li, don't be too desperate, I have a way."

  Xu Yang planned to summon Hu Ying, with its powerful strength, to kill the yellow-shirted man.

  The man in the yellow shirt with a ghostly face let out a long sigh, and his voice echoed again: "Forget it! I didn't expect Xu Yang to be able to escape from the maze array, and someone even interfered. This time, I'll just give up." He looked at the person in the raincoat: "Next time, I will definitely uncover your true identity!"

  The man in yellow took one step forward and was already a hundred feet away, disappearing from view in just a few strides.

  The man in the straw rain cape looked deeply at Xu Yang and then turned around and left.

  "Stop right there! You just took a stand for Xun Yang. Who are you, exactly? And who is that man in yellow?"

  The mat-wearing man's flute sounded, a melody that broke one's heart. Accompanied by the flute sound, he disappeared without looking back.

  Li Zhongxuan's eyebrows furrowed, he was well-versed in music, the last piece played by the thatched cottage man was called "Cai Liang Chuan", the song meant fleeting encounter with a fellow traveler, no need to ask more.

  Heaving a deep sigh, Li Zhongxuan said: "Time is pressing, I'll take you back." He summoned the Qingluan Xuanling, and the two of them rode on it together, flying towards the Haoyun Lingshan in the north of Donglai City.

  On the back of the swan, Xu Yang spoke up and said: "Li Shu, that yellow-shirted person seems to have no intention of killing me."

  Li Zhongxuan said: "His target is not you, but that person in the raincoat. However, this attempt has still not revealed the whereabouts of the person in the raincoat."

  "The two of them are incredibly powerful, their realm seems even more profound than Uncle Li's." Xǔ Yáng said.

  "That's right, their combat strength is far superior to mine," said Li Zhongxuan with a proud bone in his body, but not arrogant, answering truthfully. "But when it comes to life and death, you can't just look at the boundary. Any one of them wants to kill me, Li Zhongxuan, will have to pay a painful price."

  Xu Yang thought: "With such strength, they must be among the top on the Zongshi List. Perhaps one of them is even the number one on the Zongshi List, Mo Yun Xiang."

  Li Zhongxuan shook his head and said, "Although the Reed Cloak Man did not reveal his true Xuan Pulse, since he took action to protect you, it is impossible for him to be a person of the Haiyun Miao clan. Mo Yunxiang is the Dark Extreme Sect, and Huangshan Ren is the Earth Extreme Sect, even more impossible."

  The Qing Luan sped extremely fast, and under Li Zhongxuan's full control, the whistling strong winds blew against his face. The scenery of the vast wilderness below flashed by quickly. Before long, the seventy-two peaks of Haiyun Mountain had already appeared in sight.

  At the top of Lianyun Peak, the ring was very spacious. To save time, Haiyun Institute divided it into eight areas for group matches. When the real final battle came, the eight rings would merge into one.

  Groups one through eight have already completed their matches. The remaining groups nine through sixteen are currently competing in the octagon area to determine the winner.

  Yu Xuan held a large halberd, her breathing soft and gentle. Across from her was a young genius from Giant Source City, named Song Dingru, who had just entered the Mystic Master realm.

  The ninth group where Wu Xuan Yu was in, was a relatively lucky one. There were only two or three young masters at the Xuan Shi realm, while the others were stuck at the peak of Xuan Shi and had yet to transform their Primordial Xuan Spirits.

  This group's match has already gone through three rounds. The first three opponents of Yu Xuanyu were all Xuan Shi, relying on the ferocity of Po Tian Bao Wang Halberd to win easily. But the last one, Song Dingru, was much more troublesome.

  Song Dingru held a long sword with a hook in his hand, and sneered: "Little girl, Old Peng entrusted me to take good care of you. I'm showing mercy to you, it's better for you to admit defeat early, otherwise, if I were to scratch that delicate little face of yours, it would be a pity."

  Yu Xuan's voice was like thunder as he shouted, and his body's mysterious energy surged out once more, crackling with electricity.

  She slanted her sword, and a dark light flashed on the blade of the Heaven-Defying Halberd. A bolt of lightning slashed out through the air. Song Ding didn't dare to be slow, and with a horizontal push of his longsword, Wind Xuan's power surged out, transforming into a green shield that neutralized the lightning.

  With a loud clang, the long spear swung down onto Wu's sword, and Song Dingru only felt his arm go numb, involuntarily cursing: What a violent woman!