Please, I Really Didn't Want To Fall in Love With My Master! C367

Chapter 367: Three Swords per Person, Fair and Reasonable

Master Mingyuan sat on the ground, his eyes somewhat lifeless.

All of this had exceeded his knowledge.

Leng Wuyan was very powerful. The entire world knew.

Back then, the Demon Peak stained with blood. Sword slashed through the Flying Cloud Mountain, and she alone crushed the Righteous Path. No one in this world could catch her off guard.

However, in the impression of the various sect leaders, they had always been stronger than ordinary Imperial Emperors. However, compared to the other seven Great Emperors, she should only be slightly stronger.

Many of the Righteous Path's members even felt that with Yi Qinglan and Chen Yundao, the Righteous Path's strength had always been stronger than the Devil Dao.

It was only today that Mingyuan finally recognized reality.

Leng Wuyan's strength far exceeded everyone's understanding!

Although they were both Emperor-levels, they had reached this level of cultivation.

But to Leng Wuyan, it was because her highest cultivation was only at the Emperor Rank!

In terms of true strength, she probably wasn't on the same level as them.

Even if he and Chen Yundao combined, they still could not withstand those three strikes!

Righteous and Devil balance, what a joke. With Leng Wuyan in the Devil Dao, how could there be any balance?

Mingyuan's heart trembled.

If it wasn't for the fact that she wasn't interested in this world, she would have long since changed lands and defeated the Righteous path!

At this moment, Leng Wuyan's voice woke him up.

“One man, three swords?”

Instantly, Master Mingyuan was flustered and scrambled to his feet, “No, not ready! Sect Master Leng's sword left behind a person!”

Leng Wuyan frowned and said, “Chen Yundao has already received three strikes, so how can I favor one over the other? Don't worry. Since he didn't die, you still have a chance.”

What a chance!

Master Mingyuan was drenched in sweat.

Chen Yundao's strength was even higher than his. Even he had been hacked to that state.

Emperor body collapsed, blood essence burning, and even his right leg cut off. If it was him, wouldn't he be hacked to death?

“Amitabha.” Mingyuan rubbed his hands and said with an embarrassed smile, “Actually, this matter has nothing to do with this poor monk. It was Sect Master Chen who said that he would come to seek justice. This poor monk was also worried that there would be a conflict, so he took a look.

“Furthermore, this poor monk had said that this matter had absolutely nothing to do with Sheng Zi Li. He even advised Sect Master Chen to leave quickly.”

Leng Wuyan rubbed her chin, “Oh? Was it like this?”

“Of course!” Mingyuan nodded as if his head was beating garlic.

As he spoke, he took out the white egg and said, “Sect Leader Leng, look, this is what Chen Yundao gave to this poor monk. He wants this poor monk to support the situation.”

“However, this poor monk is a righteous man. He has always been helping Sheng Zi Li.”

When he spoke up to her, he rolled his eyes and handed the egg to Leng Wuyan.

Leng Wuyan was puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Master Mingyuan awkwardly, “This poor monk might have offended you today. Even if this is an apology to Sheng Zi Li, I will have to trouble Sect Leader Leng to accept it.”

His posture had already been lowered to the level of dust.

Leng Wuyan reached out to receive it, “This is…”

As her mind sank into it, she suddenly realized, “So it's this thing. Who would have thought that you guys would still have the intentions of the ancient race?”

Looking at the egg, Mingyuan was a little reluctant. “This thing comes from the Reincarnation Realm,” he said. “It's an extremely precious mutated creature. This poor monk is just apologizing. Sect Leader Leng must not refuse.”

“Reincarnation Realm?”

Leng Wuyan was slightly interested. She didn't intend to refuse and directly put it into her ring.

“Master Mingyuan is indeed full of sincerity. This matter arose because of Chen Yundao, and it can not be completely blamed on you. Three swords are indeed unfair to you.”

When Mingyuan heard this, he was overjoyed. With a brilliant smile, he said, “Sect Leader Leng has truly seen through everything. This poor monk is indeed a victim and has nothing to do with this matter…”

Before he could finish speaking, he heard Leng Wuyan say, “So you only need to receive one sword strike.”

Mingyuan: “Ah?”

Leng Wuyan drew her black sword. “Are you ready?”

Corners of Master Mingyuan's mouth twitched.

Not only did he come here for nothing, he even offended three Emperor level experts. Now, he had to receive Leng Wuyan's sword.

What kind of thing was this?

Leng Wuyan reminded him with concern, “Master, be careful.”

“Wait, wait!”

Before Master Mingyuan could react, the pitch-black sword had already slashed down!

He simply had no time to think and threw the kasaya into the air.

Red gold thread's kasaya spun rapidly and instantly transformed into a red barrier, emitting a pure and dazzling Buddhist light.

Boom!

Black sword slashed forward, and the barrier instantly collapsed!

Kasaya was like a piece of paper that had been cut in half!

Buddha's light was destroyed, his clothes shattered, and he fell to the ground like a rag.

Pu!

Master Mingyuan spat a mouthful of blood as if he was heavily injured!

This robe was a saint artifact that he had cultivated with his life, and it was also the supreme saint treasure of the Shaolin Temple. Yet, Leng Wuyan had destroyed it with a single strike!

Black sword hovered above his head, killing intent cutting through his skin. Blood rolled down his forehead.

Leng Wuyan said indifferently, “Remember, Li Ran isn't someone you can provoke. Don't force me to destroy your Heaven world!”

“This poor monk… Knows.”

Still looking for trouble with Li Ran?

Now when he saw this man, he had to walk around!

Fear and frustration filled Mingyuan's eyes.

He had originally thought that this was a business that was guaranteed to be profitable, but now he had lost both his wife and his army!

Without a hundred year old incense offerings, this Buddhist robe would probably not be able to return to its original state!

“Chen! Yundao!”

He gritted his teeth, clearly remembering this enmity with Chen Yundao.

Leng Wuyan put away her black sword and said indifferently, “Take care, Master.”

“Thank you for your mercy, Sect Master Leng!”

Master Mingyuan seemed to have been pardoned. He even forgot to say “Amitabha”. He picked up two pieces of tattered kasaya and left through the void.

Leng Wuyan shook her head and sighed, “How boring…”

Air became quiet.

Only desolation remained, proving what had happened here.

Leng Wuyan stood on the mountain peak that had been cut in half. She stood with her hands behind her back and looked towards the east.

“Li Ran actually bowed to another master? And it was another female master!”

“No wonder I haven't returned to the sect for such a long time. I've been thinking about him the entire time. So it turns out that he's become a disciple of the Myriad Sword Pavilion!”

“This annoying traitorous disciple, having two masters is not enough…”

Leng Wuyan bit her lip, and her expression was filled with resentment as if she was completely different from before.

When she thought about the fact that her rebellious disciple's filial piety had been split into three parts, her heart filled with jealousy.

What's with Li Tiezhu? What nonsense!

Leng Wuyan didn't know what she had in mind, but the corners of her mouth curled up. “I'm sure he's the only one who can do this, right?

But then again, I've never seen him in a female outfit, so I don't know what he looks like.

It was unknown what she had thought of, but her pretty face turned slightly red.

“Pei, this is ridiculous!”

Chapter end