Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapters 129, 138, 139, and 140: A dragon must coil up, a tiger must lie low (Seeking monthly votes)

"Seventh Senior Sister."

Ouyang Lan's eyes immediately reddened, and she rushed over to help Lin Wenjing up.

"Don't touch her yet. Her internal organs are trembling, and the sword energy is clashing. Let me handle this..."

Lu Wubing didn't bother to observe the others in the Seven Star Hall. He rushed over, reached into his sleeve, unfolded the needle cloth, and took out six silver needles.

Protect the heart first, then treat the severed tendon.

The character "形" (form) symbolizes vitality, concealed by the "Six Yang Divine Needles," transforming into a trickle that flows into Lin Wenjing's body, creating ripples that spread throughout her entire being.

Using this vitality as a starting point, the blood in the seventh senior sister's dantian is stimulated, and then transformed into a torrent of qi and blood, impacting her limbs and bones.

“There is pent-up frustration here.”

Lu Wubing wielded the needles with lightning speed.

Sensing a hidden injury or stagnation, a needle is inserted to break up the blockage of qi and blood, allowing life force to surge forth.

After dispelling the seven hidden wounds, he saw that Lin Wenjing's face immediately regained its rosy color. He breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at her wrist.

This is a knife wound.

The tendons in the hand holding the sword were dragged and cut horizontally by the sharp weapon, severing tendons and cutting bones, which just happened to break the major tendons in the Seventh Senior Sister's sword-wielding power, without damaging her muscle texture.

The precision and ruthlessness of the knife striker demonstrates that it is a very powerful skill.

Same old routine.

One needle stops bleeding and relieves pain; six needles can save lives and promote tissue regeneration.

According to Lu Wubing's perception, tiny buds of flesh sprouted from the muscles of Lin Wenjing's wrist, and the tendons began to reconnect.

After applying the ointment, Lu Wubing tore off the hem of his clothes and used it to bandage his senior sister's wrist, then helped her sit down on a chair.

Then I heard a shy, suppressed voice: "It's so... itchy..."

Turning her head, she saw that her seventh senior sister's face was flushed, her eyes were darting around, she wanted to look at her but dared not, just like a panicked little rabbit in the forest, her whole body was twitching slightly.

Lu Wubing smiled gently and said, "Bear with it, it will be fine soon. Your injury is not as serious as Junior Sister Su's back then, it's nothing serious."

He knew why Lin Wenjing felt itchy.

With life surging, flesh and blood growing, and cells dividing, it would be strange if it didn't itch.

Moreover, just now, Lu Wubing used his boundless vitality to penetrate the tiny blood vessels throughout Lin Wenjing's entire body, reaching even the most minute parts...

It was like giving her a full-body sauna. It was a deep, penetrating sauna of her meridians, tendons, muscles, and bone marrow, clearing away hidden injuries and strengthening her foundation.

This subtle healing and repair is invisible to the naked eye... even Lu Wubing himself doesn't know how it works.

He only knows how to do things in the most effective way.

[Form] Visualization of the character seal enhances one's vitality, refines form and spirit, and grows stronger day by day; this is about one's own evolution.

My grandfather somehow developed the "Six Yang Divine Needle Method," which uses needles as a bridge to connect his own life force with that of the patient, temporarily granting the other person a portion of extraordinary power.

It can be said that this method is truly miraculous.

The Lu family of Jiangzhou is not without extraordinary skills passed down through generations.

Unfortunately, Lu Changfeng simply couldn't learn it.

He only relied on a little bit of superficial knowledge to gain the reputation of a miracle doctor, which is a disgrace to the name of this acupuncture technique.

In Lu Wubing's hands, the Six Yang Divine Needle Technique began to shine with dazzling brilliance, truly daring to claim it could snatch lives from the King of Hell.

Lin Wenjing suffered internal injuries and wrist damage. In the eyes of others, her martial arts skills were ruined, and it would be good if she could save her life.

In Lu Wubing's view, it was only slightly troublesome.

"All guests are welcome..." Even though Lin Wenjing was injured like this, she still cared about the sect competition, fearing that such a commotion would delay the sect's grand plan.

"What guest? What guest would dare to injure someone in the Heavenly Star Sect? Senior Sister, you don't need to worry about it, just leave this to me."

Lu Wubing raised his eyebrows slightly, a flash of killing intent appearing in his eyes.

He had already seen that his master and the others had arrived not far away, but they were looking at him with concern and did not come over to observe.

The master's wife looked extremely unpleasant, but she was persuaded by several seniors to temporarily suppress her temper.

Lu Wubing felt that they must have been relieved to see him treating his injuries and hadn't reacted on the spot.

Meanwhile, the eldest senior brother, the third senior brother, and the second senior brother whom they had never seen before were arguing with someone.

The noise is driving me crazy.

As the eldest disciple, he was in charge of welcoming guests and handling unexpected events, which was also his duty.

Therefore, he was the first to appear.

This is precisely why Lu Wubing prioritized saving lives and treating injuries, ignoring matters at the front lines.

He believed that his senior brother could handle such a small matter and wouldn't let his seventh senior sister and the cat get hurt for nothing.

"Meow..."

The cat pitifully rubbed its head against Lu Wubing's trouser leg, looking utterly aggrieved.

While grumbling, he kept turning his head towards the crowd and blowing his beard, his big, round eyes filled with anger.

It seems to be saying, "There's a bad guy, human, go and beat him up!"

"Don't worry, they won't get away."

Lu Wubing examined the cat's hind leg and discovered that a thin, black wooden awl was stuck in it, piercing through the skin and bone.

No wonder the kitten was so uncomfortable; it could barely walk.

He immediately reached out and flicked the black wooden cone away, then held the kitten in his arms and placed his palm over its wound.

Soon, the cat started humming contentedly.

Obviously, it's nothing serious.

Only then did Lu Wubing have the mind to pay attention to what his senior brother was saying.

"Whether it's the young prince of the Tuyun tribe or the Xiaoyu tribe, this is not the Golden Horde of the grasslands, nor is it the residence of the Thirteen Tribes. If someone is injured, can you just dismiss it as a mere exchange of blows?"

Yue Lingfeng was filled with rage and pointed down the mountain, saying, "You uncivilized grassland barbarians are not welcome here. Get down the mountain!"

"She's just a female disciple. What's the big deal? If she hadn't stopped my young master from capturing the sacred beast Yin-Yang Fox, she wouldn't have been injured. In our land, a woman who doesn't know her place would have been beaten into a slave long ago..."

The speaker was a boy of about sixteen or seventeen, with narrow eyes and a shrewd face. He was dressed as a servant in a gray robe, with numerous small braids tied in his hair, and his eyes darted around.

The man held a thin net in his hand, which hung limply down. A row of black wooden awls were stuck into the leather pouch at his waist.

“Hey… Xiao Gui, you don’t have to say that. That female disciple from before had an excellent figure and a beautiful face; even in the vast royal court, she would be extremely rare to find.”

Although she may have offended this prince somewhat, it doesn't warrant being reduced to a slave. I overestimated her abilities and struck too hard, actually injuring her. I still feel a pang of remorse."

Beside him, a robust young man in a brocade robe, carrying a curved sword, smiled wryly, clearly not considering this a big deal.

“Young Master is showing mercy to a beautiful woman again. We’ll compensate her with some treasures and pay for her medical treatment. If we can’t find a good doctor, Old Man Ruoxi from our Tuyun tribe is very skilled at treating injuries. Perhaps we should let that woman go back with Young Master.”

The two of them, working together, managed to put Yue Lingfeng on a pedestal.

They've already offered to apologize and even help with medical treatment.

He wanted to lash out, but with so many eyes watching, he didn't know how to vent his anger.

Yue Lingfeng's expression softened slightly. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and said coldly, "No matter what, it is too much for you to act so recklessly on the mountain and injure my junior sister."

"I am not talented, but I cannot stand idly by. Come out and let me experience your Mad Sand Blade Technique."

"Let it go, don't hurt our friendship. Brother Tuoba Yun only made a mistake on the spot and meant no harm. After the Three Sects Competition, you two can have a few more drinks and spar a bit, and that will be the end of it."

Brother Yue, don't let people think that we heroes of the Central Plains are narrow-minded and petty about trivial matters.

The speaker was a young man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, dressed in a light robe with wide sleeves. He held a jade-shaped fan and had a long jade flute hanging at his waist. His voice was clear, gentle, and particularly captivating.

As soon as these words were spoken, several people nearby cheered, "Young Master Murong is right. We have long heard that Senior Brother Yue of Tianxing Peak loves to make friends and is broad-minded. Let's just let this little unpleasantness pass."

After all, today is a great day for the Heavenly Star Sect; it's better to resolve conflicts than to create them.

"Later, we'll have the young prince of the Tuyun tribe apologize to that junior sister."

"An apology is not out of the question... I wonder where you got that Yin-Yang fox from before? In our tribe, this fox is called the 'Longevity Master.' I was delighted with it at first sight and really can't bear to part with it. I wonder if you would be willing to give it to me?"
If we could obtain the treasure fox and present it to Master Nalan, I wonder how much he would like it…

Tuoba Yunyou looked around, not worried at all about Yue Lingfeng's challenge.

In his view, he was just a senior disciple of the Heavenly Star Sect, who had only just broken through to the fourth rank, yet was still a rank lower than himself. What was there to worry about?

“Master Nalan? Is it the supreme master of the grasslands, Nalan Chui? I heard that this Prince Tuyun is the last disciple of that grandmaster, and he has already entered the upper three ranks at the young age of twenty-five.”

"His cultivation level is not bad, but this man has made a name for himself in the Western Desert, known as the 'Western Desert Mad Blade,' and very few of his victims survive."

Today, I only slashed the female disciple's wrist; I didn't kill her. That was already showing mercy.

"Who told him to still be eyeing that other person's cat? No, it's called something like Yin Yang Tanuki. Isn't it just an ordinary black and white cat? Is it that special?"

"More than that, in my opinion, he not only has his eye on the black and white cat, but also on that female disciple. That figure, that face, tsk tsk..."

A murmur arose around him, leaving Yue Lingfeng in a dilemma. The disciples around him also wore angry expressions, but they were not in a position to retaliate.

Several renowned figures from the martial arts world stood beside Ouyang Zheng in the distance. A hint of disappointment flashed in their eyes as they gently shook their heads.

Qin Huaiying frowned and was about to step forward when she was stopped by a beautiful woman in her thirties or forties dressed in a silk skirt. "It's just a dispute between the younger generation. Why should Sister Qin care?"

"Don't worry, with my nephew Tiangang here, nothing serious will happen. That barbarian may be arrogant, but once he's in the Central Plains, he still knows his place."

……

Lu Wubing gently stroked the kitten, walked over, and listened to the surrounding discussions to roughly figure out what was going on.

Yue Lingfeng came up to demand justice.

The people on the other side were all egging them on, pretending to be rational and objective, and outwardly apologizing but inwardly arrogant.

As a result, Yue Lingfeng was silenced by a few words from the other party. Although he was angry, he couldn't find a reason to make a move.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he has some reservations.

They were worried that if they fought today and got injured, they would lose the Three Sects Grand Competition even if they didn't participate.

Lu Wubing was greatly disappointed.

I thought to myself that my senior brother was ultimately unreliable...

This is the Heavenly Star Sect. Even though its reputation has weakened, not just anyone can come up the mountain and bully the disciples. What are you worried about?
He bent down and gently stroked the kitten.

"Kitty, so you had the title of 'Lord of Immortality' over on the grasslands, you were a sacred beast! That's amazing. Tell me, how about I send you to become a sacred beast?"

"Meow...meow!"

The cat puffed out its whiskers and glared, as if to say the joke wasn't funny.

"Fine, if you don't want to go, then don't go. Which bad guy hit you? Point him out, so your master doesn't hit the wrong person."

Lu Wubing walked out of the crowd alone with his cat, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him. He talked to the cat, a smile on his face, leaving the people around him completely bewildered.

"Meow……"

Upon hearing this, the kitten immediately perked up, stretching out its snow-white paw and pointing at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with thin braids.

"Okay, he injured one of your legs, so I'll take both of his legs. How about that..."

Amidst the cats' joyful meows.

Lu Wubing took a step and covered four or five zhang in one stride, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake.

In the blink of an eye, they were in front of Xiao Manzi.

"laugh!"

The sword flashed like a mirror, slicing across the ground.

Before the little barbarian Tuoba Gui could react, his body had already slid down at an angle.

It was split in two from the groin.

Only then did everyone hear the thunderous clang of a sword.

"what!"

Pain surged into his mind, and Tuoba Gui, who had been so carefree and lively before, let out a scream of disbelief.

He couldn't believe that in front of the young master and so many martial arts masters, someone would dare to directly attack and cut off his legs.

Not only his legs, but also the flesh around his crotch was probably cut off right at the base.

He was in so much pain that his face was contorted, and tears, snot, and blood streamed down his face...

Not only did Tuoba Gui not react in time, but Tuoba Yun did not react in time either.

He was chatting and laughing with the young master of the Murong family, completely unaware of the young man who came out petting a cat, when suddenly something happened beside him.

Seeing his opponent draw his sword, faster than the line of sight could stop, he was startled, but his speed in intercepting with his own blade was a step too slow. He was known as the "Western Desert Mad Blade," but that only applied to his madness, not his speed.

He only approached when his own beast servant's legs were broken and he slid to the ground.

With a furious slash, the blade light transformed into a raging sandstorm, roaring and sweeping across the land.

"die!"

Lu Wubing's lips curled into a beautiful smile. He flicked his wrist and dragged the Vast Ocean Sword in his hand, as if dragging a vast expanse of blue waves, and brought it to his front.

wow...

The sword light overlapped endlessly, drawing out a long river in front of him.

Tuoba Yun's blade flashed like a sandstorm, darting left and right, but before it could advance an inch further, it struck the sword's edge.

The blade energy didn't even penetrate half a foot, let alone reach two or three zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

It was as if he had rushed into a vast river, and all his energy had vanished without a trace.

"You're the one who injured my seventh senior sister, aren't you?"

Lu Wubing simply stared at the young man in brocade robes opposite him, noticing the veins bulging on the other man's face. He smiled coldly, and the long sword that had been held across his chest suddenly disappeared.

When it reappeared, it had already transformed into a stream of light and pierced into Tuoba Yun's throat.

Tuoba Yun's movements all froze, his body limp and hanging on the longsword.

His body twitched slightly, blood spurted from his throat, and a soft hissing sound filled the air.

There was silence.

"I'm a very fair person. If you stab her, I'll stab you back."

Lu Wubing's clear voice carried a hint of mockery: "Well, I overestimated you. I was a bit too heavy-handed. You won't blame me, will you?"

"You, you actually dared to kill the young master! Do you know who he was? He..."

Even as tears streamed down his face, the beast slave Tuoba Gui, whose legs had been severed, still managed to scream and struggle desperately on the ground, pointing his halberd at Lu Wubing.

"Crack!"

Lu Wubing flicked his finger.

The black wooden awl that had been taken from the kitten's leg transformed into a thin stream of light, and with a whoosh, it pierced Tuoba Gui's forehead. It went straight through the back of his head, leaving a trail of blood.

Tuoba Gui tilted his head back, his eyes lost their luster, and fell heavily to the ground, following his young master.

Lu Wubing drew his sword, watched as the lifeless little prince of the Tuyun tribe collapsed limply, and praised him softly, "A fine sword."

The sword's surface was as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of blood, and its cold light shone all around, truly deserving the title of an immaculate divine sword.

"Lu Wubing, don't you think you've gone too far?"

Murong Tiangang's expression changed, and he took a step forward, saying with obvious displeasure.

"It was just a small misunderstanding, yet you killed the prince of the Tuyun tribe. Do you know what the consequences will be?"

Lu Wubing chuckled, glancing sideways at the handsome young man before him, and asked curiously, "Which tribe are you from? Why are you speaking up for these barbarians of the grasslands? Could you be a descendant of those who escaped from the Central Plains to the grasslands?"

"How dare you! I am Murong Tiangang."

Murong Tiangang was so angry that his face turned red, and he could no longer maintain his elegant demeanor. He immediately started cursing.

Beside them stood a middle-aged scholar and a burly man, who were also enraged at the same time.

“My young master is the head of the four great young masters of Jiangnan, known as the Jade Flute Young Master. You are too ignorant.”

"The Murong family is one of the twelve great families. The reason why you spoke up for justice, young master, is because the old patriarch has a relationship with Nalan Chui, the master of Prince Tuyun, and that's why you said a few more words. Lu Wubing, how dare you be so disrespectful? Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

Lu Wubing suddenly realized, cupped his hands in greeting, and laughed, "So it's Young Master Yuxiao. My apologies for not recognizing you. Your skill in playing the flute must be extremely high."

A burst of laughter erupted from all around.

There's really nothing special about just playing the flute.

However, Lu Wubing's tone was so strange that it inevitably made people think of some indecent scenes.

Murong Tiangang was incredibly arrogant.

As the leader of the Four Young Masters of Jiangnan, he was respected wherever he went, and even renowned figures in the martial arts world dared not be arrogant in front of him.

If any troubles arise in the martial arts world, they can be quelled with just a few words.

Firstly, because of his family background, which is truly astonishing.

All twelve families are wealthy and powerful; if the times were to come together, they could stir up boundless storms.

The Ji family was one of the thirteen aristocratic families. When the opportunity arose, they immediately ascended to the throne and commanded the four directions.

This demonstrates just how powerful these aristocratic families are, both openly and covertly.

The second reason, of course, is that Young Master Murong enjoys immense fame among the younger generation. Some well-meaning people in the martial arts world have even paired him with Yuwen Ba, the heir apparent of the Northern Zhou's King of Jinyang, as the "Northern Overlord and Southern Heavenly Ruler."

His Qiankun Fan and Yin-Yang Mill are truly wondrous and extraordinary.

Among the younger generation under thirty, they rarely encounter rivals.

Let alone those under thirty, even the weaker sect leaders wouldn't gain the slightest advantage in front of him.

As the leader of the Four Young Masters, he even surpassed the titles of Yue Lingfeng, the eldest disciple of the Tianxing Sect, and Chu Hongying, the eldest disciple of the Ziyang Sect.

His older age is one reason, but the most crucial factor is that he is indeed very capable.

"Such a vicious child at such a young age, slap him in the face."

Enraged, Murong Tiangang, amidst the laughter of the crowd, moved like a drifting cloud, his folding fan whistling through the air as it slashed towards Lu Wubing's chest.

The fan has two sides, yin and yang. Although it is clearly a diagonal slash, the air around it turns into black and white and spins wildly.

It seemed as if they wanted to suck Lu Wubing so hard that he would crash into the fan and commit suicide.

[The Yin and Yang grind, the universe is reversed]

It turned out to be a control technique.

Lu Wubing's eyes lit up.

I've witnessed another extraordinary skill and secret technique...

Feeling the immense energy, which enveloped him in a peculiar way and propelled him upwards, he was overjoyed and drew his longsword.

With a flash of sword light, the seas and rivers churned.

wow...

The ground seemed to transform into undulating waves, with white sword shadows surging upwards.

Amidst the thunderous roar, Murong Tiangang's approaching figure was like a small sampan in the ocean waves, caught by a sword and forced to flip over.

He had no control over his body at all.

He felt as if the opponent's sword was piercing through a vast expanse of blue waves, its momentum unstoppable.

boom……

Murong Tiangang arrived quickly and retreated just as quickly.

With a fan in his right hand and a palm in his left, he crossed them slightly, narrowly deflecting the immense force from both sides.

clap clap...

Two muffled thuds were followed by two screams.

However, Lu Wubing did not forcefully resist this rotational force; instead, he lightly flicked his wrist and slapped it left and right.

The middle-aged scholar and the burly man who rushed up to Murong Tiangang were swatted away seven or eight zhang away like two flies.

Before he even landed, his bones cracked and popped.

Seeing that their young master's attack had failed and that he had fallen into danger in a single exchange, the two men rushed forward.

However, he was struck by the aftershock of Lu Wubing sheathing his sword, which broke his bones and sent him flying.

"Why are you running away? Young Master Murong, let's avoid a couple more misunderstandings..."

After knocking the two away, Lu Wubing continued walking, his sword transforming into a streak of light, moving with the sword, and had already pierced three inches between Murong Tiangang's eyebrows.

It was so fast that the human eye couldn't react, as if a section of vision had been lost. In the blink of an eye, the sword was already upon them.

In a moment of urgency, Murong Tiangang roared, his crown shattered, and a two-zhang-long burst of energy rose from his body. As he retreated rapidly, black and white light flowed, and he had already managed to deflect Lu Wubing's longsword slightly.

chi...

A sword scar appeared on his cheek.

As cold sweat poured down his back, he swiped his left hand, and the jade flute at his waist pierced through the air with a series of flashes of light and shadow.

The flute emitted a sharp, piercing sound that made one's heart tremble and one's spirit sway.

Just as he was preparing to unleash a combined attack with his flute and fan, and to fully activate the Yin-Yang Grinding Technique, he discovered that the figure in front of him had vanished without a trace.

The sword-wielding youth had already retreated seven zhang away, looking on with a cold smile.

Two figures came rushing in.

A stunningly beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure landed beside him and said with concern, "Tian Gang, let's not argue over a single day's advantage. Let's not steal the limelight from the Tianxing Sect today."

"Yes, aunt."

On the other side, Qin Huaiying leaped over to Lu Wubing's side and laughed upon hearing this, "Murong Qing, you make it sound so easy. If you don't want to steal the spotlight, you'd better be able to."

"What 'Northern Hegemon of the South'? Bah! Anyone who didn't know better would think the Northern Zhou dynasty had completely taken over the entire southern region! What a pathetic title!"

"Qin Huaiying, your disciple is so ruthless, his swordsmanship is sinister and doesn't seem like that of a righteous person. Keep a close eye on him, don't let him stray onto the demonic path."

Murong Qinghua's voice was gentle and charming, but her words were sharp as knives.

Lu Wubing laughed upon hearing this. This person was clearly a master of tea ceremony, and his master's wife would likely not get the better of her if she tried to talk to her.

The best approach when faced with this kind of green tea is actually to treat it like any other tea.

Just don't give her any face.

"Hey, grandma, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

"My Subduing Dragon Sword comes from the Heavenly Star Ancestor's Cave. It's a Void-Breaking Sword created by the Vast Ocean Ancestor. It's perfectly legitimate. What's with this talk of demonic arts? Can't you handle losing?"

"You brat, how dare you! Do you wish to be an enemy of the Murong family?"

"I didn't mean to be an enemy of your Murong family. I was just sparring with Young Master Murong. It was just a slip-up that injured two of the Murong family's guards. Let's clear up the misunderstanding."

"There's no need to call a physician later. I, in my humble opinion, am a master healer. Look at my seventh senior sister; I've treated her, and her injuries are almost completely healed."

Lu Wubing pointed to his seventh senior sister, Lin Wenjing, who was beaming with joy.

The young woman was no longer aggrieved; she hugged the kitten that had run back home and was practically jumping for joy.

"Yes, yes, the wound doesn't hurt anymore. My internal energy hasn't been affected either."

The people around could no longer hold back their laughter, and a few of them couldn't help but let out a "poof" sound like farting.

This caused Murong Qing and Murong Tiangang to lose face.

It has to be Murong Qing, with his high level of skill, who doesn't get angry but laughs instead.
"Is this how the Heavenly Star Sect treats its guests? I've certainly seen it for myself."

Lu Wubing also laughed: "Senior, you know this is the Tianxing Sect? I thought this was the Murong family."

He changed the subject and said in a deep voice, "The madman from the Western Desert injured my senior sister in my Tianxing Sect, and Young Master Murong actually said something about a misunderstanding or a friendly spar, which is incomprehensible to me."

If that's the case, next time I go to Murong Manor, can I also have a few more misunderstandings and exchange a few pointers with the disciples of your various halls?"

Lu Wubing's voice suddenly rose to a high pitch as he said this, "On Tianxing Peak, you are a guest who values ​​etiquette, so I will naturally treat you with courtesy and regard you as an honored guest."

But if someone comes to bully you, then touch your head and see if the sword in Lu's hand is sharp enough.
Although my Heavenly Star Sect has declined for many years, it is not a place where you can run wild. Once you arrive on this mountain, even dragons must coil up; even tigers must lie down!

"it is good!"

The disciples of the Tianxing Sect shouted in unison.

Ouyang Lan was so excited that her voice almost cracked.

The more than one hundred disciples of Jingxin Hall all felt a sense of pride and triumph at this moment.

All the frustration he had felt earlier vanished.

"Senior Brother Lu, you are mighty!"

Everyone, young and old, had practiced internal energy cultivation. When they shouted at the top of their lungs, even though there were only 120 or 130 people, their shouts created a powerful and awe-inspiring sound.

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