novelaction Chapter 380 A Contest with Kong Xuan
Chapter 380 A Contest with Kong Xuan
Sanshan Pass.
Kong Xuan's face was exquisite, like a painting, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge like a mountain, and soft facial features that made him look even more handsome and refined, like an immortal descended to earth.
Even Yang Jiao, who was high above the clouds, couldn't help but be struck by his tall and well-proportioned figure as she looked down through layers of white clouds.
Although he was wearing the same armor and clothing as many generals of the Shang Dynasty, his broad shoulders, slender waist, and upright and elegant posture gave him a noble air that set him apart from others.
He stood to the left.
Looking up at Yang Jiao.
Even in such a low position, the powerful aura emanating from him remained undiminished, giving Yang Jiao the illusion that she was the one looking up at him.
She composed herself slightly and continued to ask:
Have you ever heard of sworn brotherhood?
Kong Xuan calmly observed Yang Jiao's attire. Although the style was unique and novel, the colors were too plain and pale. He then said coldly:
"I've never heard of it, and there's no need for it."
Yang Jiao felt a tightness in his chest from the cold voice. If it weren't for the thought that it would be a pity for him to become a mount in the Western Sect in the future, and that he himself needed his Five-Colored Divine Light to balance the power of the Five Elements, he would have almost been scared away by the cold voice.
He then had no choice but to say:
"There are too many people here. Would you mind having a private conversation?"
Kong Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, glancing casually at the plain-colored garment before quickly looking away, as if even a second glance would offend his eyes. He thought to himself with displeasure:
Such a pale and bland-colored object is truly unappealing.
Kong Xuan said without any interest:
"not good."
This was the first time Yang Jiao had ever met someone so stubborn and unyielding.
If you say he lacks manners, then he responds to every single one of his remarks.
He's a decent person, but his refusal was far too swift and decisive.
She couldn't make a deal with Kong Xuan in public, which frustrated Yang Jiao to no end.
Scratching his head and cheeks, he frowned and asked:
"When will the General be available? How can we talk for even a short while?"
Kong Xuan glanced at Yang Jiao, thinking to himself that she was terribly bruised and battered, but his expression remained calm as he said:
"I have no connection with the Heavenly Court, and I have no desire to befriend the gods."
Yang Jiao was very easygoing and said, "We can do business even if we don't become friends."
Kong Xuan seemed somewhat taken aback. Aren't immortals supposed to be high above and look down on all living beings? This guy certainly has a thick skin!
He slowly removed the helmet from his head and methodically took off the heavy armor on his body, revealing a brightly colored and incomparably gorgeous brocade robe underneath.
Then, Kong Xuan calmly began to speak:
"If you can defeat this general, then this deal can naturally be discussed."
These words first provoked Mosquito Taoist, who pursed her lips and looked at Yang Jiao urgently:
"We can't compete, we can't compete."
Whenever Yang Jiao gets into a fight, it's always mosquitoes that get on her.
The scene of the Grand Master Xuandu slapping a mosquito unconscious is still vivid in my mind, and Kong Xuan's momentum is no less.
She gripped Yang Jiao's sleeve and repeated:
"We really can't beat them."
“This time, I’ll give it a try,” Yang Jiao said with a serious expression.
Mosquito Taoist looked at her in shock:
"You're so brave."
Golden Immortal, do you dare to test your skills against Quasi-Saint?
Kong Xuan raised an eyebrow, then gracefully swayed his robes, a movement both elegant and dignified.
Yang Jiao took out the Thousand Machine Staff and directly used the most powerful Tai Chi Banner. With a flourish of the staff, she swung it towards Kong Xuan with a burst of staff energy mixed with Tai Chi power!
Kong Xuan: ...You made a mistake.
He is a peacock!
What kind of martial arts competition?
The energy from the staff formed a crescent-shaped blade in mid-air, heading straight for Kong Xuan.
Kong Xuan remained motionless, not even blinking. Behind him, his tail feathers unfurled like a magnificent fan, each feather seemingly bearing a deep, azure eye. The blue and green hues intertwined, creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Swaying gently.
As Kong Xuan's tail feathers swayed, the originally menacing aura of the staff instantly dissipated into nothingness.
Not only that, even the Thousand Machine Staff that Yang Jiao was holding tightly was forcibly brushed out of her hand by an incredibly powerful force and plummeted downwards.
This scene,
Yang Jiao and Kong Xuan were both stunned.
Yang Jiao snapped out of her daze and hurriedly waved her hand to grip the Thousand Machine Staff tightly again.
Kong Xuan muttered to himself:
"Tai Chi Yin Yang? It didn't even brush away the Five-Colored Divine Light directly."
His innate five-colored divine light can sweep away everything, suppress all things within the five elements, and diminish the effects of magical treasures.
But the stick in the little fairy's hand simply fell to the ground.
She's just a Golden Immortal!
If their cultivation level were the same as his, he would probably be a notch above him.
Yang Jiao lost as soon as she made a move. She stared at Kong Xuan for a few seconds before turning her head away.
"Wait and see, I'm sure I can make a deal with you."
Yang Jiao thought of Bai Ze, who knew all the preferences of demon beasts, and with a snort, headed towards the Western Sect.
Kong Xuan, sitting to the left, watched her leave, then looked away with disdain.
"It's not aesthetically pleasing at all."
Then he smiled, his expression softening, a blend of resolve and gentleness, as he thought to himself:
"Even the gods in Heaven are nothing special; they can't compare to me."
Since she lost, she must pay the price for her loss.
His face darkened, and an innate nobility emanated from every gesture. He spoke in a deep voice:
"Send Ma Shan and the others to assist His Highness."
We traveled at a brisk pace.
Mosquito Taoist glanced sideways at Yang Jiao, whose face was solemn, and asked:
"Yang Jiao, are you really not afraid of death?"
Even a quasi-saint would dare to touch it, and even a mosquito would be afraid of the light emanating from that person.
At this moment, Yang Jiao managed to force a slight smile:
"Just trying it out."
The five-colored divine light on Kong Xuan's body can really stabilize the space and prevent it from dissipating!
The five-colored divine light corresponds to the power of the five elements, maintaining the operation of space. She already has a way to break through the laws of space, and she must use this five-colored divine light to escape unscathed.
Yang Jiao was determined to win him over, and even the Quasi-Saint wanted to find a way to win him over.
Upon arriving at the Netherworld Blood Sea, her serious expression vanished. Before she even landed, she saw only the backs of several figures squatting on the ground below, digging in the dirt.
Before she even arrived, her voice preceded her arrival; she opened her mouth and immediately sounded aggrieved:
"Fellow Daoists, I've come to complain."
……
Commercial operation.
Yin Hong stormed in, his face contorted with rage, and went straight into the commander's tent.
He flung open the curtain and stepped inside with heavy steps.
Yin Jiao was about to shout angrily when he saw that the person who came was his own younger brother. A flash of excitement crossed his face, and he got up from his seat to greet him.
"Hong'er, you've come down the mountain too? Sit down quickly, you must be tired."
Seeing Yin Jiao's outstretched hand, Yin Hong slapped it away and said in a deep voice:
"Brother! What are you doing here? Have you forgotten how he treated us and Mother back then?"
Yin Jiao's expression changed.
He turned away, refusing to look at Yin Hong, and said excitedly:
"This Shang Dynasty should have been inherited by me. Once I have the reins of power, what grudges can't I avenge?"
Looking at his elder brother, Yin Hong suddenly felt a sense of estrangement and murmured:
"Brother, we have received great kindness from the Chan Sect. Now that you are leading troops to attack Zhou, have you ever thought about how our senior brother will conduct himself in the Chan Sect?"
"Have you ever considered how we, as members of the Chan Sect, should conduct ourselves?"
"Master and senior brothers have never mistreated you or me!"
"Yin Hong!" Yin Jiao shouted sternly, "What is our surname? Doesn't the whole world belong to us? As long as my father abdicates, everything will be under my control, and the world will be at peace. It is a blessing for the Chan Sect to have an emperor among mortals!"
Yin Hong looked at him in disbelief, stepped forward, grasped Yin Jiao's hand, and earnestly said:
"Brother, don't listen to these people's slander. He sent troops to hunt us down back then, severing our father-son relationship. How can you guarantee that the world will be in your hands?"
Yin Jiao hummed, his face grave.
Yin Hong continued to advise:
"Big brother, can you please wake up?"
As he spoke, he felt he couldn't delay any longer, so he grabbed the arm and tried to drag it out:
“No, you’re coming back to the Chan Sect with me, back to our cave. We’ll pretend we never came down the mountain. Come with me.”
Yin Hong exerted force, but Yin Jiao used even more force, shoving him aside until his face turned ashen.
"Guards! Tie Yin Hong up! He'll be locked up every day he spouts nonsense!"