People in Jiejiao, Plague God Lu Yue

Chapter 57: Agree to fight, Yu Ding is really poor

Raise a glass to the moon.

Three or two people watched Chang'e's dance together, and her dance was so beautiful that it captivated the whole city.

At this time, Jade Ding Zhenren walked up to Lu Yue holding a wine glass, bowed to Lu Yue and said, "Junior Brother Lu Yue, I am honored."

Lu Yue was displeased. When had the people from the Chan sect been so polite when they met him, a disciple from the Jie sect? They usually scolded him in front of them, calling him a wet-born, egg-born, hairy and armored bastard, but today they actually said something to him.

It's obvious at first glance that he's got nothing good to say.

Ever since Jade Ding Zhenren joined the Chan Sect, he felt that he was superior to others and had high aspirations. He wanted to give Lu Yue a warning, but when he looked down, he saw that Lu Yue just glanced at him indifferently. The contempt that was inadvertently revealed made him furious.

How can a mere outer sect disciple of Jiejiao compare with me?

"Lü Yue, you are just firewood. How can you compare with us disciples of the Chan Sect? Be sensible and give your disciple Yang Jian to me. He is the substitute disciple prepared for me by my master Yuanshi Tianzun himself."

Lu Yue glanced at him coldly and found that he was indeed arrogant. This was the so-called disciple of the Chan Sect. The terrifying murderous aura inadvertently revealed in his eyes made Jade Ding Zhenren frightened and his scalp tingled.

What destiny?
Yang Jian took the initiative to become his disciple, and he treated him as a commodity that could be traded at will.

At this time, Jade Ding Zhenren seemed to realize something? When he looked at Lu Yue, there was a hint of fear that was barely noticeable. Lu Yue's nickname was: Plague God. He used plague to infect a demon country, and he gained his fame by stepping on the corpses of many demon beasts and killing them step by step.

His combat power ranks among the top three among tens of thousands of disciples of Jiejiao.

Jade Ding Zhenren was a little nervous and lowered his head, feeling a little annoyed inside. How could he have forgotten this? This guy was an evil god with a strange personality who didn't care about the so-called rules.

What if he was ruthless and killed him!
With his brows furrowed, he noticed from the corner of his eye that Yuanshi Tianzun was shrouded in the celebratory clouds of the heavens above the cloud bed, and he felt relieved.

Lu Yue raised his eyes and glanced at him, then he said in a slow voice without noticing, "Senior Brother Yu Ding, is there something wrong?"

Jade Ding Zhenren's scalp suddenly felt numb, looking at the evil god in front of him, who was staring at him like an ancient ferocious beast, but he could not retreat. Since he took the initiative to stand up, it was to suppress Lu Yue's prestige. He was not a guest of honor in heaven, he was not a genius, he was not notorious, and he wanted to trample Lu Yue under his feet.

Just to prove that the Chan Sect is the greatest sect in the ancient times.

Just to prove that he is not inferior to any disciple of Jiejiao.

Yu Ding drank the immortal wine in the glass cup and threw it into the mist. White clouds floated away, and a flood fell into the human world and turned into huge waves.

Flooded villages.

Karma unknowingly entangled Yu Ding's body.

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned slightly, and lightly tapped the jade ruyi in his hand in the air. The flood flowed back, the village returned to its original state, the mortals lived and worked in peace, and the glass lamp returned to the chopping board of Jade Ding Zhenren again.

Master Tongtian smiled coldly.

"Brother, your disciple's character is worrying."

“Junior Brother Tongtian, don’t say too much. It’s not your turn to comment on my disciples.” Yuanshi Tianzun interrupted coldly.

Jade Ding Zhenren came to the center of the Yaochi, dispelled the dancing fairies, bowed slightly to Haotian and Queen Mother, and said, "The Peach Festival is rare in a thousand years. I am itching to learn a little from Junior Brother Lu Yue to help Haotian God and Queen Mother. What do you think?"

Haotian frowned slightly, how could he not see that Jade Ding Zhenren was deliberately trying to strike a blow to Lu Yue's arrogance, and it was a deliberate trick. The disciples of the three religions had been at odds for a long time, and today it seemed that what he said was true.

The Queen Mother looked Jade Ding Zhenren up and down, wondering where his confidence came from.
Lu Yue has the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Purple Lightning Hammer, in his hand, which is more than enough to challenge opponents of higher levels. Or maybe there are also disagreements among the disciples of the Chan Sect. On that day, Guangchengzi was also in the Lingxiao Palace.

Tongtian, who witnessed it with his own eyes, bestowed upon Lv Yue an innate magical treasure for self-defense.

"The lotus is white, the lotus root is green, the three religions are one family, why does Junior Brother Yu Ding have to be so aggressive and make outsiders laugh at him?" Queen Mother thought again and again, and set her sights on the saints on the cloud bed, especially Yuanshi Tianzun.

The mist was thick, and his cold face could not be seen through.

"Lost?"

"But it's a slap in the face."

Jade Ding Zhenren chuckled. What do you mean the three religions are originally one family? Ever since they split up at Kunlun Mountain, they have not acknowledged the wet-born eggs, the furry and armored beasts of the Jie Religion as their fellow disciples.

Seeing that the two saints Chan and Jie did not respond to this matter, it was obvious that they tacitly approved of the fight between the two men. In order to settle the matter of Qiankun Sect, the other party would be convinced of their defeat.

The Queen Mother would naturally not spoil the fun. Since someone was willing to perform for her, why would she hesitate?

His eyes fell on Lu Yue and he said, "Nephew Lu Yue, what do you think?"

Lu Yue smiled calmly, shaking the glass cup in his hand. A cup of warm wine was brewing, and he drank it all in one gulp, then casually placed it on the table. "Since Senior Brother Yu Ding wants to learn a thing or two, I will naturally satisfy his wish. I'm just afraid that he will lose miserably and offend Senior Uncle Yuanshi."

Yuanshi Tianzun smiled calmly: "Yes!"

immediately!

Lu Yue walked up to the Yao Chi platform, and with a thought, a purple lightning hammer appeared in his hand, flashing with silver arcs of electricity. Lu Yue didn't need to spend much effort at all. With just one strike, he could blast Jade Ding Zhenren out of the Yao Chi holy land.

The corners of Jade Ding Zhenren's mouth twitched and his fingers trembled. He was practicing the Eight-Nine Profound Art, which specialized in the cultivation of the physical body. He had no need for close combat, but he could not withstand the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Purple Lightning Hammer, in Lu Yue's hand.

A single thought was enough to lock him down.

How to fight?

Maybe he doesn't even need to get close to him to be destroyed.

"Junior Brother Lu Yue, we just want to exchange some ideas. Why do we have to use magical treasures? Let's just compete in boxing and kicking." Jade Ding Zhenren clenched his palms tightly, sweat staining his clothes.

All the immortals looked at each other sideways, moved by Jade Ding Zhenren's shamelessness. Magical weapons are a manifestation of the strength of immortals. Taking the enemy's head from thousands of miles away is exactly the means they admire.

If Lu Yue stopped using the magic treasure, it would be like cutting off one of his own arms.

Lu Yue sneered. He was a cultivator of Dharma. Although he had also practiced the Xuanmen's method of protecting the religion - the Eight-Nine Profound Art, he was ultimately born with a weak physique and could not compare with Jade Ding Zhenren who had attained enlightenment through the divine stone.

Slow progress.

Or get twice the result with half the effort.

"Brother, all my spiritual fruits are pinned on the spiritual treasures. You said this on purpose. Are you afraid to compete with me in Taoism, or are you so poor that you don't even have a spiritual treasure?"

Tsk tsk~
Jade Ding Zhenren looked a little embarrassed. He was poor, but he couldn't say it in front of so many powerful people and immortals in the prehistoric world. Didn't he want it?

Alas, innate spiritual treasure!
No matter how many quasi-saints there are, they can't produce two of them.

"You are so sharp-tongued, Junior Brother Tongtian. You are becoming more and more presumptuous. Magical weapons are external objects after all. Everything depends on your own cultivation, magic power, blessings, and merits."

Master Tongtian sneered and turned his head away.

"Nine-dragon chariot, auspicious clouds from the heavens, jade ruyi. Instead of hanging them on your body as decoration, how about giving them to my disciples?"

(End of this chapter)