Chapter 226: See You at Qiushuiting in Three Days.

Jin Chong Building.

Old Man Zhuan Yu was in the lobby on the first floor, holding a cup full of scarlet liquid.

He was smiling at a figure below.

A disciple knelt on one knee, his face full of pain and confusion, and his body seemed to be shaking violently uncontrollably.

On the body of this disciple, a giant black bird was lying tightly.

The giant bird was tightly attached to him, and its long neck wrapped around the neck of the disciple.

The two heads that were close together seemed to be stuck together, with flesh and feathers blending together. He tried desperately to pull them apart, but they were constantly stretched like drawing wires, and he could never get rid of the entanglement.

Half of the disciple's face was quickly assimilated by the black bird, and his face had already been distorted.

He begged and looked at the smiling old man Zhuan Yu above.

"Master... Master, save me!"

Old Man Zhuan Yu calmly put the cup down from his mouth and licked the blood stains on the corner of his mouth.

"With an unsteady mind, he can be possessed so easily. His aptitude is not even as good as his body. Do you need to ask me for help?

You should know the rules. Whoever wins will be my disciple."

"No! Master! I don't want to be a body! Save me... Save me..."

The disciple below was still screaming heartbreakingly, hoping that old man Zhuan Yu could help him, but he stopped talking and remained indifferent.

As the disciple's flesh and body continued to entangle, countless black substances rushed into his body crazily, and a large amount of black air bloomed in his eyes.

After a while, the disciple's body stopped trembling and gradually quieted down.

The black giant bird lying on him wanted to struggle, but it quickly turned into a large amount of black air and dissipated, and finally retracted into his body.

There was a thick layer of black light in his eyes, and the disciple's expression quickly recovered and looked at old man Zhuan Yu above.

"Thank you, Master!"

He seemed to be still adapting to this body, and his movements were a little uncoordinated, but they were also quite decent.

Old Man Zhuan Yu smiled, but he lost interest after just a few glances, and waved to the disciples below, signaling him to leave.

The disciples quickly retreated respectfully, and only Old Man Zhuan Yu was left in the hall, which became extremely quiet.

After a while, Old Man Zhuan Yu looked outside the Jinshun Building and spoke slowly.

"Since you are here, why don't you come in?"

"Haha, aren't I waiting for you to invite me in, Zhuan Yu!"

The voice came before the person arrived, and then a figure in a white Taoist robe appeared in the hall of the Jinshun Building, facing Old Man Zhuan Yu face to face.

The man was a middle-aged man who looked like he was in his forties or fifties, with sharp eyes.

He wore a white Taoist robe, but his beard and hair were green, and his body was emitting a faint green aura all the time.

The man was not on the ground, but floating in the air one foot above the ground.

But despite this, when the green gas emanating from his body touched the ground, the ground was like boiling water, bubbling continuously and being strongly corroded.

"Plague, why don't you stay in your dojo and come to me?"

Old Man Zhuan Yu's face was very calm, and he picked up the cup and filled it with a full cup from the blood hole in his chest and put it to his mouth.

"Is it delicious? Give me one too."

Plague did not answer his question, but looked at the cup in Old Man Zhuan Yu's hand with some intention and said.

"You can't drink this thing, so forget it."

"Stingy! You talk as if no one has it."

Plague smiled coldly, and the green gas emanating from his body suddenly gathered into a stream, condensing into the shape of a cup in his hand.

There were bubbles in the cup, and a full cup of dark green thick slurry was drunk by him.

"Burp~"

The cup in his hand dissipated into green gas, and he burped immediately. A strong green gas suddenly escaped from his seven orifices. His face immediately became a little comfortable, and then he looked at the old man Zhuan Yu again.

"I came to you to tell you something good. Do you still remember Yin Zhou, the five-star disciple of Tieshan Tower? He is my disciple now, hehe."

"He is not strong-willed, jealous and impatient. Although he has good talent, he is not up to great use."

Old man Zhuan Yu laughed.

How could he not remember Yin Zhou? After all, the kid came to him several times in a row and wanted to worship him as a teacher, but he refused.

Hearing what old man Zhuan Yu said, Wen Zhao smiled and snorted coldly.

"So what? Talent and strength are the most important! You have also accepted a new disciple, but that guy is only at the middle stage of the flesh, far inferior to Yin Zhou. Your vision is getting more and more problematic.

Look at these disciples under your seat, how can they compare with my disciples? No wonder you can no longer compare with us in the Jinluo Pavilion. You have fallen!"

Wen Zhao sneered and did not give in at all.

"If you just come to talk about this matter, then you can leave now. I will not keep you."

Old Man Zhuan Yu did not change his expression. If just one sentence made him uneasy, he would still be called Old Man Zhuan Yu.

"Of course not this matter."

Wen Zhao smiled.

"In fact, I came here just to stop you for a moment."

"Stop me?"

Old Man Zhuan Yu showed a trace of doubt on his face.

The next moment, his expression suddenly changed slightly, his eyes suddenly looked south, and then his eyes froze.

"Is this what you mean?"

He slowly put down the cup in his hand and looked at the plague with a hint of evil in his eyes.

"No, no, no, how could this be what I meant? It's just that my new disciple wanted to prove himself. He begged me, so I came."

"Actually, I also want to see, will you regret it? You just pushed a disciple with excellent talents and qualifications to me. You really made a mistake this time."

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill him?"

Zhuan Yu's face became very cold, and his tone was full of solemnity.

"Then kill him. Anyway, it's fair for our two disciples to exchange each other.

But now that I'm here, you can't kill him yet, at least you have to wait until he's done. "

Wen Zhao continued to smile and did not take the old man's words to heart.

"As for now, you can only accompany me here to drink tea."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless green energy gathered in his hand to form a cup again.

"I'm not as stingy as you. Do you want a drink?"

"..."

…

Small loft.

Looking at the guy named Yin Zhou in front of him, he started to declare a battle to determine the outcome.

Yang Yu went through all the memories about him in his mind and was convinced that he had no contact with this person at all and did not know him at all.

Is this guy mentally ill?

Oh yes! I almost forgot that these cultivators, whether they are monks or demons, have brain problems.

"Senior Brother Yang, there is no need to worry. Junior Brother just wants to compete with you to decide whether you will live or die. Let Elder Zhuanyu see who is worthy of being his disciple."

A wanton smile appeared on Yin Zhou's handsome face. He clearly called himself his junior brother, but when facing Yang Yu, his tone had a condescending tone, as if Yang Yu was his junior brother.

"If you want to become a disciple, you go to my master. What does that have to do with me?"

"It has nothing to do with senior brother, but junior brother just wants to show Elder Zhuanyu that the disciples he accepts will be trampled under my feet. I will prove to him that his vision is nothing more than this!"

"..."

Yang Yu was speechless. He said how could a complete stranger suddenly declare a challenge. Now he understood that the target of this guy was not him, but the old man Zhuan Yu.

He just wanted to use him to attract the attention of the foolish old man.

Thinking of this, Yang Yu couldn't help but smile.

"So, junior brother has convinced me?"

"You can come to Qiushuiting in three days to keep your appointment. However, if you choose to admit defeat now, I won't make it difficult for you."

Yin Zhou also said with a smile, looking very confident.

There was a small difference between him and Yang Yu, but he was more than capable of showing off his late-stage strength.

Cultivation is only the appearance of strength, not all of it.

He is more than that.

"In that case..."

Yang Yu thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, see you in Qiushuiting in three days."

"Haha, senior brother is really happy. Then junior brother, I will say goodbye and see you in three days!"

Yin Zhou received a satisfactory answer, turned around and left with a smile on his face.

Watching Yin Zhou's back gradually leaving the small attic, getting further and further away.

A question couldn't help but pop up in Yang Yu's mind.

Qiushuiting... where is it?

Forget it, it's not important, anyway, he never thought about going to Qiushuiting.

Buzz——

A glimmer of light emerges, and the light shines brightly.

Yang Yu stood up from his seat, and behind him, a halo of light emitting solemn and holy light suddenly appeared.

The next moment, the whole person disappeared on the spot.