Chapter 17: Little Prince "Why are you chasing me?"



Chapter 17: Little Prince "Why are you chasing me?"

Xie Tingyu's voice spread throughout the room, filled with warmth and laughter.

Lu Binbin's pupils trembled slightly. The ghost that suddenly crawled out from the ground was several times stronger than the ghosts under his command.

Still making strange roars.

Gradually broke down Lu Binbin's psychology.

"My dear little king, you finally agreed to see us!"

"It's obviously your Highness, but you're so rude!"

"Who hit the young prince? Let me, an old woman, go and see who is so bold."

"Look, Granny Hua calls you Little Prince, you..."

"Stop!" Xie Tingyu interrupted the ghosts and stood in the middle of a group of ghosts. His white clothes fluttered, tinged with a hint of eerie color.

Xie Tingyu had a blank expression on his face. A slightly plump middle-aged woman passed by and touched Xie Tingyu's head.

With heartache, he spoke in ghost language, "Your Highness has lost weight since coming to the cultivation world. How could the ghost master seal your cultivation? That would be so dangerous. What if you accidentally lose your life?"

"Is it possible that I was not a living person?" Although she felt it was strange to say this, she could not bear to see Granny Hua "ravaging" her hair that she had worked so hard to comb.

Xie Tingyu seemed to be communicating with ghosts.

Although the spells used by ghosts and spirits are extremely bizarre, it still seems strange and unusual to see them with one's own eyes.

A group of disciples didn't understand why Xie Tingyu ignored Lu Binbin and chatted happily with a group of ghosts at such a critical moment of the battle.

But how could this be a real ghost?

The world of cultivation and the ghost palace have been at odds for a long time. How could the ghost palace allow the cultivators of the world of cultivation to summon ghosts?

Those ghost spells can only imitate shapes at best, how can they summon real ghosts?

Suddenly, a disciple stood up from his seat in the audience excitedly, stammering, "This, this, this, she, she..."

The disciple's fellow disciple held his forehead and reached out to pull at the corner of his clothes, trying to get him to sit down.

However, the disciple blurted out the next moment, "The person next to her is my grandmother who died many years ago!"

"I will never make a mistake. In the end, I was the one who sent her to the grave. This is how my grandmother looked when she passed away! Thank you for summoning my grandmother!"

The others initially thought that this disciple was fooling around, but gradually, more disciples began to speak up after carefully identifying the item, and even took out the items of proof.

A female disciple grabbed a pink hairband and looked at the phantom ghost in front of Xie Tingyu, a little girl wearing a pink skirt and with her hair dishevelled. Tears fell in the blink of an eye, "She is my sister."

A sturdy-looking man suddenly burst into tears, holding a worn-out sword in his hand, "This is something my father left for me. I never thought I would see him again."

Thousands of ghosts emerged, and in the eyes of these disciples, they were filled with shock and disbelief.

Xie Tingyu didn't care what they felt.

Surrounded by a group of ghosts, he sighed, "I asked you to come out to fight, not to greet you."

"Fight, who do you want to fight, Your Highness?" The middle-aged man holding a worn-out sword had a sparkling look in his eyes, and was eager to try, as if he was ready to fight at any time.

Lu Binbin did not launch a surprise attack during this time because he was afraid that Xie Tingyu was playing some tricks.

Want him to let his guard down.

So during this time, he strengthened the ghost spirit and put all the remaining spiritual power into blessing the ghost spirit spell.

At Xie Tingyu's command, countless ghosts suddenly appeared, surging with cold ghost energy, completely destroying the flowers, plants and trees in the rainforest illusion.

Level after level, shadows of various weapons appeared, some holding knives, some holding swords, some holding axes.

The younger ghosts and the old and weak soldiers were protected by Xie Tingyu behind him, while the remaining powerful ghosts were suppressed by the formation.

Only the young man has reached the fourth level of cultivation.

But the power that emanated from his body was felt by everyone inside and outside the arena, a power that was extremely vigorous and about to explode.

To the side and behind Xie Tingyu, on the destroyed tree trunks, on the bare mountain tops, and even above the clouds, there were phantom figures looking down.

Lu Binbin did not dare to hope for the best and went forward bravely. Under the gaze of thousands of ghosts, he called upon the ghosts behind him to rush forward.

It seems like a last-ditch effort.

On that ray of hope.

Under this shock, many people forgot that Xie Tingyu was only a young man at the fourth level of the sky, while Lu Binbin was at the peak of the eighth level of the sky.

The positions of strength and weakness were reversed in an instant, and the monks who originally had no hope for Xie Tingyu now felt some sympathy for Lu Binbin.

It's his bad luck to meet Xie Tingyu who pretends to be a pig to eat the tiger.

There was almost no hesitation. Even though the ghosts under Xie Tingyu were suppressed, they had been guarding Jiuyuan for a long time, so they were naturally not afraid of these "fake" ghosts.

After breaking through Lu Binbin's attack with overwhelming force, Xie Tingyu's dress fluttered, and Tianxing Chixiao penetrated through the clouds.

The huge red sword broke through the sky and chopped down, shocking the world and causing dust to fly.

The air wave rushed out, breaking the barrier on the fighting platform. Wen Zhiyu slapped down with one hand, blocking the sword that was attacking Lu Binbin.

The sword light shattered, revealing Lu Binbin's dull face.

He looked frightened, his fingers kept shaking, his sword dropped to the ground, his pupils flushed, "I lost, I actually lost."

Although the outcome of the fight has not yet been announced, judging from the moves, he would definitely not be able to withstand this sword.

He failed to live up to Master's expectations.

Lu Binbin looked extremely lonely. Xie Tingyu stood behind Wen Zhiyu, and the ghosts around him slowly disappeared.

"Thank you for winning this fight." Wen Zhiyu looked around. The silence on the fighting platform explained everything. He chuckled, "It seems that no one has any objections. In that case, I will give in."

Yunheng sat on the high platform, holding a bunch of grapes in his hand, "You are worthy of being my teacher's good Ah Yu, you are really proud of me." He handed the grapes to her, "These grapes are very sweet, try them."

"Master's reputation is already loud enough."

"It's even louder with the three of you."

The three of them walked down the fighting platform together. Wen Zhiyu walked to the table where the betting board was placed. When he heard Yun Heng's words, he came over and asked, "Master, you still remember to play with Senior Brother?"

"He, even after becoming the head of the sect, didn't even come to see me. What an unfilial disciple."

Xie Tingyu smiled happily, and just as she smiled, she saw a shadow rushing towards her out of the corner of her eye.

She turned aside and asked coldly, "What's wrong with you?"

"Did you use some shady means to attract those real ghosts?" Lu Binbin's eyes were red, and his voice was full of strong questioning.

"Really? Is it a real ghost? Isn't ghost spell just about summoning ghosts? You didn't learn the skill well enough to summon a wandering ghost, so you can't defeat it."

Xie Tingyu chuckled, "Besides, you were the one who cast the ghost spell in the beginning. Who knew that your confidence would become your downfall?"

"You couldn't even catch my last blow."

Lu Binbin choked and spoke incoherently, "You won, but you can't mock me!"

Wen Zhiyu patted Xie Tingyu's shoulder, pulled her back, and stared at Lu Binbin, "My fellow apprentice, you are not as skilled as others, why are you involved in these things?"

"Binbin still has the mentality of a child. Senior Brother Wen's words are too harsh." After Wang Ji bowed to Yun Heng, he nodded to Wen Zhiyu.

There was disgust in Wen Zhiyu's eyes, but he smiled on the surface, "So what? Waste is waste."

"No matter how you dress up the words, they can't change the nature of the garbage."

Lu Binbin's face suddenly turned red at this moment, and Wang Ji felt a little embarrassed, his face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out.

This was too direct. Seeing Lu Binbin's unconvinced face, Xie Tingyu couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Wen Zhiyu in his heart.

'Brother, what you said is very good and wonderful. I suggest you talk more about it.'

"But please don't talk too much about me."

Wen Zhiyu Ting laughed and pulled Yun Heng's sleeve, "Master, please stop watching. I still need to count the spiritual stones I won. This time I really made a fortune." He glanced at Xie Tingyu, "Thank you, Junior Sister. I have sorted out your share for you."

There was joy in Wen Zhiyu's voice. Xie Tingyu couldn't help but frown and thought, I can't believe Wen Zhiyu is a person who really loves money.

Isn't he very rich?

Xie Tingyu didn't think about these things. He walked beside Yunheng and received a lot of attention.

This time it was not only because the master was Yunheng Sword Master, and not only because the sword in her hand was the Xuanyun Tianzhen Sect’s divine sword Tianxing Chixiao.

It's because of the strength she showed.

It's jaw-dropping.

Xie Tingyu was led to the platform by Yun Heng. The fight was over, but almost none of the disciples in the audience had any intention of leaving.

Everyone is waiting to see what's going to happen next.

Maybe something else is going to happen? It is human nature to watch the excitement.

Moreover, this is Xuan Yuntian's usual lazy atmosphere.

Xie Tingyu did not understand Yun Heng's behavior. He just felt that several eyes were falling on him, which was different from the gazes from the disciples in the past.

Rushing in with a terrifying aura.

She was not afraid, but her mortal body was very weak and the opponent could kill her with just one blow.

Xie Tingyu raised her feet and hid behind Yunheng.

Yun Heng waved his sleeves and crushed the pressure back, "Elder Qiu Huan, this is not very polite. What would you do if I attacked a disciple in your Beiming Yun Palace?"

"Please don't blame me, Sword Master. I just sensed that there was some evil spirit in my junior brother. I was afraid that he couldn't control it and it leaked out, so I overstepped the limit." Qiu Huan had a respectful look on his face and bent down to apologize to Yun Heng.

On the other hand, Yun Heng stood straight and sneered, "My disciple, why bother the elder to take action?"

When Xie Tingyu saw Qiu Huan, many fragments flashed through his mind, and the images flashed intermittently, and his head felt a tearing pain.

It was like a stick was stirring in her sea of ​​consciousness, tearing her awareness apart.

Destroy her sanity.

Subconsciously, a wave of sadness surged into my heart, along with overwhelming hatred and murderous intent.

Intertwined in my mind.

Xie Tingyu seemed to suddenly understand that this was the residual consciousness in her soul, and her soul was subconsciously rejecting the other party.

She had no expression on her face and looked up at Qiu Huan. She found a trace of sanity in her chaotic mind and asked calmly.

"Why is this elder chasing me?"


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