Chapter 479 Ancient Magical Weapon, Type
"Fellow Daoist Miaoji was a little impatient and said the wrong thing. Fellow Daoist Qinghong, please don't blame me. Please don't hurt the harmony between the two of you."

As the host, True Man Yuxian naturally could not bear to see the two become enemies, so he had to bite the bullet and step forward to act as a peacemaker. However, he cursed in his heart: How come they are all so confused? Their energy-cultivation skills have been wasted. They look like decent human beings on weekdays, but why are they so unbelievable at the critical moment? Taoist Qinghong looks kind, but is actually indifferent. If he is angered, he will hide the information of all the potential dragons, which will waste a lot of time.

Gu Qingyuan snorted coldly: "It seems that I am a little too kind, so I allow these worms to bully me again and again, and they even use the righteous way to suppress me. Don't you see what kind of person you are?"

He pointed at Miao Ji and cursed: "How dare you, how could you, how worthy of it!"

"You keep talking about the common people, but you look down on yourself. Do you really think you are an immortal who lives as long as the heaven and earth? Now, the Jurchen and Mongolian cavalry have entered the Central Plains, and the whole country is scorched. The people are starving and cold. The imperial court can't take care of itself, and allows the foreign races to plunder everywhere. The people are living in misery, but you can't see it."

"The Tibetan Tantric sect often offers blood sacrifices, leaving countless bones and countless resentful souls in the Snow Mountain. Moreover, the Eight Banners of Manchuria are ready to make a move, with their troops heading straight for the Central Plains. In an instant, the barbarians
You can’t see the tragedy of the chaos in China either!”

"Now I have worked so hard and put forth the accumulated efforts of several years, just to help Xuanmen, so that the hidden dragon can come out of the abyss, and make a little money to make up for the deficit. But you have your eyes wide open, and you can see clearly that you are reluctant to let go, and you don't care about the people's suffering. If you don't want to make a move, just stay still. Why use the people as a raft, and why bother to provoke me!"

These words stripped away Miao Ji's glorious appearance. His face turned blue and white. Seeing that Gu Qingyuan's magical powers were powerful, he wanted to give in, but under the watchful eyes of the orthodox Xuanmen masters, he was reluctant to give up this useless face. He was anxious and annoyed, and his hands were shaking.

The faces of the immortals present were not very happy either. It seemed that those words were spoken to Miao Ji, but in fact they were also being criticized. They wanted to say a few vague words, but they were angry that Taoist Qinghong was too disrespectful to them. Did he really think he was a great sage who had brought peace and prosperity to the world for a thousand years?
All of a sudden, thoughts were rolling and surging. Some people who were not good at cultivating their Qi had a dark face. But Gu Qingyuan didn't care. How could he be shaken by a few words? What's more, what he said was the truth. The truth is a sharp knife. The practitioners in this world seem to be free and easy in the world and protect the people, but in fact, how many of them really regard the people as human beings? It's just that the people cannot speak, but the right to speak is stolen by a group of immortals, who always speak for the people.

"That's fine. If I don't use some tricks, I'm afraid people will look down on me. If they can cheat me today, they may try to take my cultivation in the future."

Gu Qingyuan sneered, pointed at Miao Ji, and then looked at Di Lu Weng: "If you just want to take it by force, why do you have to go through all these twists and turns? I'm here. Apart from these two, if there are any others who are interested, I'll take them all. If you win, I won't take a penny from you, my hundreds of potential dragons."

Di Lu was overjoyed when he heard this. His pockets were now completely empty, otherwise he would not have acted this way: "If you win, Di Lu is willing to plead guilty and accept any beating or punishment."

Yu Xian sighed, knowing that this matter could not be resolved peacefully. He apologized to Gu Qingyuan and opened the mountain gate restriction: "As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting. You two can have a fight, but we are all from the same sect, so please don't hurt the harmony and let that demon laugh at us."

He did not even give Di Lu Weng a chance to refute. He waved his hand to open the mountain gate formation, lifted up the cloud platform in mid-air, and pushed him onto the stage. Di Lu Weng was also free and easy. Without saying much, he landed on the stage with a gun in his hand. Miao Ji was reluctant, but he was too embarrassed to do so and went on stage reluctantly.

Fighting is a common thing for practitioners. Practitioners follow their hearts and are free and at ease. To put it bluntly, it is based solely on their own likes and dislikes. Even the so-called justice is the result of their thoughts and is a unique personal justice.

However, since the ideas were different, they could not argue and had disagreements, so naturally they had to fight to see who was superior. So the group of immortals did not feel surprised to see a fight break out in an instant. Instead, they wanted to see Gu Qingyuan's methods, so they all took action to consolidate their position.

Gu Qingyuan didn't want to be watched by the spectators like a monkey, so he stretched out his hand and swept the divine fan, which turned into a flash of light behind his head: "There is no need to be so troublesome. My divine fan has been refined with true fire for a long time. You alone can't block it, and it will lower the level of my magic weapon."

"I've been refining weapons for a long time, so the last thing I need is a lot of gadgets. They are all used for daily refining and playing. I'm not like you, Lu Jieran, who is penniless and has a poor family background. I don't need you to say anything to me, just use whatever means you have."

He moved out of the hall, waved his sleeves, magic power surged out, and left a trail of earth behind him. Gu Qingyuan looked up at the ground in mid-air: "In order not to say that I bully you, use this line as the boundary. If you can make me retreat outside the line, you win!" The trail of earth was located behind Gu Qingyuan, pressing tightly against his feet. It was said that he retreated outside the line, but in fact he only needed to retreat one step. The more the immortals listened, the more they felt something was wrong. His words were sharp and all mocked the ground. They couldn't help but feel that Gu Qingyuan was a little arrogant.

Di Lu Weng was even more furious. Even though he was seriously injured, his Taoism was still there and had not declined much. He was just suffering from a stubborn illness in his soul, but it did not affect his magic and supernatural powers.

"Qing Hong, how dare you underestimate me like this!"

Gu Qingyuan didn't take him seriously at all, let alone the guy Miao Ji. He yawned deliberately and said, "Why are you talking so much? Let's get started quickly so as not to waste your precious time."

Di Lu Weng was raging with rage, but he still retained a trace of clarity. He had practiced for many years and had come through mountains of swords and seas of fire. Once he got into the state, he was not so easily provoked.

"My black gold iron spear is a superior divine spear, equipped with a unique spear technique. I once killed three great demons of the same level in one battle. There are twelve spear techniques, which together amount to thirty-six ways of killing. Fellow Daoist, be careful!"

After saying this, he gripped the gun, and endless murderous energy and blood burst out, and even his aura, which had been low, instantly climbed to its peak.

"I am angry, kill!"

"God is here, kill!"

"Satisfied, kill!"

He shouted three times, and the word "kill" was uttered. With each shout, a phantom appeared behind Lu Weng, practicing his spear skills. After three shouts, his momentum rose again. The blood-colored magic power penetrated the sky and earth, turned into red light, and was infused into the spear. It condensed from extremely large to the size of a spear body. In just a moment, the spear seemed to have released the restriction, as if it had been suppressed for a long time and was freed. The spear became even more ferocious and turned into a black dragon, breaking out of the cage and rushing straight towards Gu Qingyuan.

"Xiao Dao'er."

Gu Qingyuan shook his head and slapped his treasure bag. A weapon made of fine iron flew out. The treasure was refined by true fire and took shape in an instant. Then there was a roar of thunder, which pierced people's ears.

"Gun against gun, the sound of my gun is like thunder, as fast as lightning, and as swift as the autumn wind, killing all things. It moves like spring thunder, shocking the heaven and earth. Its name is..."

"Nine-five style!"

(End of this chapter)