Chapter 337 Brother Yuanshan, something seems to be missing here...
"okay!"
The young Taoist priest began to roll up his sleeves and prepared to work: "I specially brought a Xumi ring from the sect, which is big enough to hold this gate."
"One ring is not enough. You should bring more."
Long Aotian cursed: "What if I want to take away a lot of things?"
Young Taoist priest: "Brother Long, I was thinking that the Wuwang Sect doesn't look very poor, they should also have the Xumi Ring, right? Why don't we just take it and use it?"
Long Aotian smiled: "That makes sense."
As they chatted and laughed, they began to gather their spiritual energy and prepare to work.
Guitian and his fellow apprentices were watching in amazement.
Master had only been chatting with Senior Yuanying for a few words when he already started to set his sights on the other person's sect's mountain gate?
Gui Tian was anxious: "Master, this is not a good idea. After all, this is someone else's sect. If we do this..."
Long Aotian: "What's good or not? I think it's pretty good. I like this door, so I'll take it."
Guitian: "Master, we are not in the right if we do this."
"If Master had not been so lucky, he would have been killed by the people of Wuwang Sect. Where would I go to seek justice?"
Long Aotian sneered: "In the world of cultivation, the one with the bigger fist is the one who rules!"
Gui Tian was stunned. What the master said made so much sense.
The viewers in the Taoist priest’s live broadcast room also agreed.
"The higher the level, the better! The bigger the fist, the better!"
"Brother Long is a sensible man, but...why did he rob someone else's door?"
"Maybe this is the unique taste of the rich, which ordinary people can't understand."
…
"go !"
The young Taoist priest fluttered his long sleeves and pointed at the jade archway. Spiritual energy flew out of his hand and enveloped the entire archway.
"rise!"
The young Taoist priest shouted loudly, and the entire archway rumbled up from the ground, raising a large amount of dust and debris. The long ladder on the mountain also cracked into several sections, and a large number of mortals who were preparing to go up the mountain fled in panic.
Some cultivators have attacked the Wuwang Sect, and even the main gate has been pulled down!
The jade arch was wrapped in spiritual energy and floated in the air, which was very shocking. Countless pieces of gravel and dust fell from the bottom of the arch.
"receive!"
The young Taoist took out the Sumeru Ring, and a dazzling spiritual light burst out. The large jade archway turned into a spiritual light and was collected into the Sumeru Ring.
After finishing all this, the young Taoist wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Long Aotian: "Brother Long, this is not an easy job. Such a big thing fills up the ring, and it also consumes a lot of my spiritual energy."
Generally speaking, a normal cultivator, even a master in the Nascent Soul stage, would not do such a thankless task.
After all, the sect's mountain gate is not a treasure. At most, it is just a bulky decoration .
Although non-living things can be placed in the Xumi Ring, the larger the area and the higher the mass of the object, the more spiritual energy it consumes. The spiritual energy of a cultivator is hard to come by, and even a cultivator with this ability would not do such a thing.
At least, up to now, there have been cases of revenge and extermination of families, smashing mountain gates in anger, etc. in the Daohai world, but there has never been an example of directly moving away the mountain gate of another sect.
This is the first such case in history.
"this……"
Guitian and other disciples opened their mouths wide, looking at the scene in disbelief.
The mortals nearby did not dare to approach and fled away one after another, shouting in fear as they fled: "Something happened! Something big happened to Wuwang Sect!"
The noise outside the mountain gate was so loud that the monks from the Wuwang Sect naturally sensed it.
Just when the young Taoist priest had just put away the big archway, two streams of light shot out from the mountainside, and two middle-aged men in green clothes came on swords and flew over.
This is at least the Jindan stage of cultivation.
"Who are you, and why are you disturbing my Wuwang Gate?"
One of them asked loudly, his eyes naturally fell on the leader, Long Aotian.
He suddenly sneered: "Who was I at that time? It turns out that I am the head of Guiyuan Sword Sect. May I ask what brings you here, Brother Yuanjian?"
Yuanjian was the Taoist name of the character Long Aotian before.
The green-robed monk was polite in words, but his attitude clearly showed disdain and contempt. The leader of Guiyuan Sword Sect was only in the Foundation Establishment Stage, so naturally everyone did not take him seriously.
Long Aotian lowered his head and said nothing, not knowing what he was thinking about.
No one paid any attention to the green-robed monk, which made him a little angry: "Brother Yuan Jian, you..."
"Brother Yuanshan!"
Another green-robed monk suddenly spoke up, looking at the location of his sect's mountain gate in doubt: "Why do I feel like something is wrong?"
"What's wrong?"
Yuanshan glanced at his junior fellow apprentice and looked around following his gaze.
The green-robed monk murmured, "Brother Yuanshan, something seems to be missing here..."
There was nothing around, and Yuanshan just felt that something was wrong. He instinctively felt that something seemed to be missing here, but he couldn't remember what it was.
Some of the steps on the mountain path were cracked, and there was turned up dirt everywhere, as if something had been forcibly pulled up.
Yuanshan and his junior brother both felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't remember what it was.
It took a long time.
Yuanshan just realized it.
"Where is my mountain gate?"
"Where is the mountain gate of my Wuwang Sect?"
The shouts containing anger, suspicion, and disbelief echoed throughout the mountain, as if a child was lost and couldn't find his way home.
The viewers in the little Taoist's live broadcast room couldn't help it.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"This guy is so miserable! From the look of his face, he was about to question me, Long Ge, why I came to cause trouble, but when he turned around, he found that his front door was suddenly gone."
"Brother, you've been robbed! There have been thieves in your house! Even the front door has been stolen!"
"Is this stealing? This is robbery!"
"Call the police! Go to the Cultivation Joint Committee! Tell them that the gate of your sect was stolen!"
The barrage was filled with a cheerful atmosphere, and there were a few tips floating around from time to time, which made the little Taoist smile with joy. He couldn't help but whisper, "Oh, thank you, old friend! Great work!"
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“Follow the anchor so you don’t get lost, it will be more convenient to come and watch next time!”
The young Taoist's mumbling was heard by Guitian and other disciples. Guidi couldn't help but whispered, "Brother, what is this senior talking about? I can't understand it."
"Don't ask, don't look, don't talk."
Gui Tian looked straight ahead and said in a voice transmission: "The actions of the masters have their own deep meanings. Don't ask too much. We, the younger generation, cannot be disrespectful to the elders."
"It's you!"
Yuanshan reacted and glared at Long Aotian: "It was you who stole the mountain gate of our sect!"
The green-clothed junior brother couldn't help but want to tell his senior brother not to let his anger cloud his reason. How could he steal in such a big mountain gate?
As a result, Long Aotian nodded decisively: "Yes, I took the mountain gate, but I didn't steal it!"
Long Aotian stretched out a finger, shaking it, and said seriously: "Yuanshan, watch your words! I am taking back the interest, not stealing."
Can what I, Long Aotian, do be called stealing?
Am I, Long Aotian, the kind of man who steals things?
Junior Brother Green was shocked. Was it really him who stole the mountain gate?
At this time, Junior Brother Green also discovered that the strength of the leader of Guiyuan Sword Sect had improved and it seemed that he had broken through to the Golden Core Stage.
Yuanshan was furious: "You thief Yuanjian! You insulted my Wuwang Sect! You deserve to die!"
Cultivators attach great importance to their sects. Long Aotian took away the gate of someone else's sect. This is tantamount to slapping someone in the face and spitting on him. It is too much.
"I changed my name to Long Aotian."
The power of this sentence is almost equivalent to spitting and then asking you if you want a tissue to wipe it off?
"There is no point in talking any more! Draw your sword! I will use your life to avenge my sect!"
Yuanshan's eyes turned bloodshot and he drew his sword, ready to fight to the death.
At this time, Long Aotian coughed lightly: "Ahem."
The young Taoist priest, who was still communicating closely with his fans, received the signal, put away his smile, restored his mature and experienced temperament, and stepped out.
"Fighting and killing, what a disgrace."
The young Taoist priest spoke calmly, twisting his white beard with one hand, with an immortal demeanor: "You younger cultivators, all you know is to fight and kill all day long. How could you know that the path of cultivation is unpredictable? Heaven has its own calamities, so why bother with the cause and effect?"
"Who are you?"
Yuanshan shouted: "This villain insulted my sect, I will kill him today! If you try to stop me, I will kill you too!"
If you can't even maintain the dignity of your sect, what's the point of being a cultivator?
"oh?"
The young Taoist priest laughed: "You want to kill me too?"
"Young man, you have a lot of temper."
After saying this, the young Taoist priest dispersed his protective spiritual energy, releasing the aura of a Yuanying-stage master without reservation.
The green-clothed junior brother couldn't help but gasp: "Nascent Soul Stage!"
Yuanshan's rage seemed to be extinguished by a bowl of cold water. He stood there in a daze, sword in hand, looking around, feeling a little confused.
