Others are still struggling, but I am just slacking off.

Chapter 218 "Ni Zuye"

The "immortal" narrowed his eyes, looked at Yang Hui carefully, and said mockingly: "Lowly immortal slave? There is only an immortal, and you are just an ant in the Mahayana period. It is my honor to work for the Murong family."

"What? Are you happy that Murong Bo asked you to flatter him? As expected, 'dirty' never misses a target, and every 'dirty' hits the mark." Yang Hui continued to attract hatred.

Qian Yushui saw Yang Hui's intention and did not stop him. They were destined to be enemies, and they would be happy if the other party was unhappy.

What's more, it would be good to get some information, or even better to delay the time.

"Xiao 8, have you copied all the immortal weapons suitable for us from this person?"

[Don't worry, everything is fine]

Qian Yushui put the immortal weapon into the storage ring that had been prepared long ago, and quietly handed it to a few people, ignoring the gaze of the "immortal".

"Xiao 8, give these space rings to them, I'm afraid it will be too late."

[good]

Qian Yushui made all the arrangements and continued to watch the show.

The Immortal's eyes flashed with shock, and he blurted out: "How do you know the Immortal Lord?"

Yang Hui had a mysterious look on his face and said with disdain: "I know more than you think. For example, you are only at the Human Immortal stage, and your strength is suppressed by that of the Mahayana stage. For example, your magical weapon that can travel through various realms, and your Immortal Lord is just one of many Immortal Lords."

"You! You! You!" The shock in the "immortal's" eyes could no longer be hidden.

"What do you mean! You don't think we know nothing and dare to do this to us? As you are sure to die today, I will be kind enough to answer your doubts." Yang Hui's eyes were full of excitement.

It has to be Junior Sister Qian. He likes this bad idea too much.

He promised to complete the task.

Perhaps the sudden news was too shocking, and the thoughts in my mind kept following Yang Hui.

"You don't think that only you, the Immortal Lord, have the ability to control the lower world, do you? You don't think that without a backer, we dare to fight you head-on? We just want to fight for a future, not really want to die."

Yang Hui looked at the "immortal" and shook his head helplessly: "No way! Don't you think about it? We are not tired of living. We can't go to the fairyland now, but we will always ascend in the future. When we face the behemoth of the Murong family, will we still have a way to survive? Unless... hehe"

When the "immortal" heard this, he thought it made a lot of sense. So, should he still kill them?

"Are you thinking about whether to kill us or not? Don't worry, if you don't kill us, we will kill you too. We will never let you go back alive and leak the secrets."

Yang Hui spoke earnestly, as if he said these words only because the "immortal" was really going to die.

"It's still uncertain who will live and who will die. Although my cultivation has been suppressed to the Mahayana stage, today I will let you see the difference between the Mahayana stage and the Mahayana stage." The "Immortal" snorted coldly.

Yang Hui's mouth twitched slightly, and his tone was helpless: "Okay! I won't kill nameless people. Tell me your name."

This expression seemed like the last bit of mercy for the dying person.

Who would have thought that the person who seemed calm and composed on the surface was now so panicked that his heartbeat could no longer be rhythmic.

"I am Murong Ao, boy, tell me your name."

Yang Hui raised his chin slightly and shouted: "I will not change my name, so listen carefully, my surname is Ni and my given name is Zuye."

Murong Ao didn't think much about Yang Hui's sudden roar. He took out his sword and prepared to fight.

When Qian Yushui heard Yang Hui showing off, her eyes were full of smiles.

Everyone on their side was able to hide their emotions, as if they didn't notice anything strange about Yang Hui's name, and they were only preparing for their opponent.

Yang Hui took out the immortal sword that Qian Yushui had just given him and sneered, "Look, if we have the support, can everyone have an immortal sword?"

Murong Ao's eyes changed again and again when he looked at Yang Hui.

That’s right, the person on the other side is holding a fifth-grade magic sword, and he must send the message back.

He just made hand gestures, which was the Murong family's unique way of conveying signals.

The smile on Yang Hui's lips grew wider and wider.

It worked!

The gestures became faster and faster, and the message sent changed from weak to strong, and then from strong to weak.

Qian Yushui and the others looked at each other.

Yang Hui shouted loudly: "Don't even think about passing on the message, brothers, kill him!"

He hurriedly made gestures to stop it, and others also made gestures to prepare to attack.

Seeing this situation, Murong Ao was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. It was just a little bit short!

Faster! Faster! Faster!

He's getting faster and faster.

Qian Yushui and others slowed down their actions when they saw that his message had not been completely sent.

This cooperation is a bit tiring.

Can't the other side do it in one go?

It's not finished yet, their moves can't be any slower, if they are any slower someone will notice something is wrong.

Seeing that Yang Hui and the others were about to complete their moves, Murong Ao sped up his movements and became so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.

The peak showdown was turned into a theatre performance by this group of people.

There are no tense scenes at all.

Although the duel was short, it felt like they had been chatting for a day and a night.

Qian Yushui felt a little tired of Murong Ao.

[What's going on? Why haven't you started fighting yet?]

[What do you know? The moves of the Mahayana ancestor are not so easy to complete]

[You must be blind, the above has clearly started to talk nonsense]

[Does it mean to overwhelm the other party with words and momentum first, and put pressure on the other party?]

[That must be the case. The ancestors are really smart.]

The several Mahayana ancestors who heard clearly what was said above were speechless in the face of the discussions in the crowd.

Forget it, let’s just continue watching the show and let the onlookers have a better impression.

Xiao 8 was happily shuttling around Hualing Sect, delivering the rings to the corresponding people one by one.

Without saying much, she returned to her sea of ​​consciousness.

“Have they all been delivered?”

[Well, don't worry, I didn't say much, they will understand later]

"Okay, from now on you just stay in my sea of ​​consciousness."

[What's wrong with this Murong Ao? He seems a bit stupid]

"He's not stupid, it's just that his inherent arrogance and contempt in his mind made him never think that we would have the guts to lie to him."

[This is good. Although it is just a small plot to sow discord, it would be better if it succeeds. If it doesn’t, we won’t lose anything.]

"Well, it's time to start."

Qian Yushui winked at the others, and the spiritual skills in everyone's hands finally completed the final step and all attacked Murong Ao.

"Ice and Snow"

"Thunder"

"Ice Dragon Breaks"

"Thunderbolt"

"Buddha's light shines everywhere"

"Burning Heaven Technique"

Murong Ao cast his last spell and the message was transmitted.

He did not take the oncoming attack seriously, and casually performed a few magic spells to form a barrier in front of him.