"Xiang Wantang, did you discover this Yin-Yang tree?"
The Supreme Elder of the Wuji Sect, Bai Mei, did not directly respond to Xiang Wantang's words, but instead asked a question.
“I wrote it clearly outside the formation: I was the first to discover the Yin-Yang Tree. Anyone who trespasses into my formation will be killed without mercy. Can’t you, old man with white eyebrows, and little girl Chen Tingxue, read?”
Xiang Wantang looked at the White-browed Supreme Elder and sneered.
Chen Tingxue is the sect leader of the Wuji Sect, but she is much younger than him, so it makes sense for him to call her "little girl".
"Then why is this kid controlling your formation? Who is he to you? Is he your newly accepted disciple?"
The Supreme Elder of the Wuji Sect, with his white eyebrows, swung his sword to repel the dozen or so flying swords within the formation, and breathed slightly out of breath.
At this moment, his breathing was already somewhat disordered.
"Bai Mei, listen to me carefully. This man is not my disciple, but my brother."
Xiang Wantang's tone carried a hint of pride, "Last time he came to break the formation, he broke it with ease. Since then, we have become sworn brothers, and this Yin-Yang Tree and Yin-Yang Fruit can only belong to the two of us."
Xiang Wantang was overjoyed when Fang Han was mentioned.
The cultivation technique that Fang Han taught him was far more refined than that of the Dragon Origin Sword Sect. After practicing it, his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds. Now he felt that as long as he cultivated for another two months, and took the Yin-Yang Fruit at the end of the year, he would be able to break through to the Spirit Embryo Realm in no time.
By then, we will surely be able to leave Elder Bai Mei far behind.
"This kid is only about twenty years old, right?"
The White-Browed Elder was filled with surprise, his eyes wide with disbelief. "He's only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, still a bit short of the middle stage. How could you possibly consider him your brother?"
"What's it to you!"
Xiang Wantang snorted coldly, her aura suddenly becoming sharp. "It's an honor for me to acknowledge Fang Han as my brother. You old man, if you keep babbling, believe me, I'll beat you up?"
“Xiang Wantang, your formation is indeed strange and powerful. Even if Fang Han is in charge of the formation, my apprentice Chen Tingxue and I cannot break it. But if it really comes down to a fight, two against two, you are definitely no match for us.”
The Supreme Elder of the Wuji Sect, with white eyebrows, said.
This guy couldn't hold on any longer inside the formation, so he wanted to escape.
"White Eyebrows, my brother Fang Han is in charge of this formation, which is enough to kill both of you powerful figures. Now you're in a hurry and resorting to such a low-level provocation to provoke me?"
Xiang Wantang sneered.
He could not hide from the plans of the Supreme Elder Bai Mei of the Wuji Sect.
The two have been fighting for over a century and have come to understand each other's personalities very well.
Elder Bai Mei and Sect Master Chen Tingxue felt a chill in their hearts.
Although the Dragon Origin Sword Sect and the Wuji Sect have always kept to themselves, Xiang Wantang and Elder Bai Mei have indeed been vying for the title of the number one expert in Tianyuan County for many years.
Now that the Wuji Sect wants to seize the Yin-Yang Tree, Xiang Wantang might very well have murderous thoughts.
Then both of them are doomed.
"Xiang Wantang, if I were to die in this formation, you would surely have regrets, wouldn't you? After all, you didn't defeat me with your own strength."
The Supreme Elder of the Wuji Sect sighed.
"That's right. We've fought many times before, and it's always ended in a draw. Today, I'm going to defeat you completely."
Xiang Wantang sneered and said, "All you've said is that you want me to avoid using the formation against you and your master. Well then, I'll grant your wish and have my brother Fang Han release you from the formation. We'll fight two against two. You and I will fight, while your brother Fang Han will fight your disciple Chen Tingxue. If you both lose, you're not allowed to touch the Yin-Yang Tree in the future. Otherwise, I'll really have to start a killing spree."
"You've got quite the nerve, Xiang Wantang!"
The white-browed Supreme Elder's pupils contracted slightly, his gaze sharp as he said, "I'd like to see if you've truly improved these past few years!"
He appeared stern on the surface, but inwardly he was secretly delighted.
In his view, as long as he escaped this strange formation, he would be in his element and invincible.
After all, over the decades, every time he sparred with Xiang Wantang, they were evenly matched and it was hard to tell who was better.
His gaze shifted, glancing at Fang Han standing to the side.
Although the young man exuded a certain mystery, he was ultimately too inexperienced.
In Bai Mei's mind, if Fang Hanruo were to leave the protection of the formation, he would be like a tiger cub without its claws, and would be no match for Chen Tingxue.
As the sect leader of the Wuji Sect, Chen Tingxue had been navigating the ever-changing world of cultivation for many years. Both her practical experience and her own cultivation had reached a terrifying level, so dealing with a mere youth was naturally a piece of cake for her.
He knew his apprentice Chen Tingxue very well and trusted him a lot.
However, the White-Browed Supreme Elder was completely unaware that Fang Han's strength far exceeded his expectations.
Even without relying on the formation, Fang Han's combat strength far surpasses Chen Tingxue's, and even poses a subtle threat to him.
Otherwise, why would Xiang Wantang have become sworn brothers with Fang Han without reservation and confidently proposed this bet?
"White Eyebrows, Sect Leader Chen, I hope you will keep your word."
Fang Han's gaze was sharp as lightning, and his voice was firm and powerful, "Otherwise, Brother Xiang and I will definitely not let the Wuji Sect go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he swiftly formed hand seals, manipulating the spiritual energy of the formation to slowly dissipate. The boulders that had been floating in the air and colliding with each other were now steadily pulled back to their original positions as if guided by an invisible hand.
The flying swords, which had been darting about like lightning, returned to the grooves in the boulder, making a crisp sound.
The shimmering runes on the boulder gradually dimmed until they disappeared completely.
At the same time, the rolling thunderclouds in the sky quickly dissipated, and the visibility on the summit of Yin-Yang Mountain, shrouded in twilight, improved significantly, with a refreshing breeze blowing in.
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