"Xiaoyu, don't talk too much!" Song Yishu, beside Song Xiaoyu, saw his sister stand out for Liang Yi, and quietly pulled her sister's sleeve.

"What did you say? I have the kind of saying it again!" Liang Yi heard Liu Zixi turn black and white and said that he had stole his Purple Thunder Fire Sword, and a fire of ignorance could not help but emerge.

For most immortals, stealing and robbing is commonplace, and there is nothing embarrassing. For them, as long as they can increase their cultivation and strengthen their strength, there is nothing that cannot be done in this world. Of course, these things cannot be noticed after doing them.

The name of stealing is even more insulting in Liang Yi's dictionary than robbery. Although he will steal when necessary, he cannot tolerate people slandering them as thieves in public.

"I said you are a little thief. I stole my flying sword while I was unprepared!" Liu Zixi looked at Liang Yi with a sarcastic look on his face, and then turned to the cultivator watching, and shouted: "Everyone, the man opposite me is Liang Yi, who is an outer disciple of Ling Yifeng. This boy met me three years ago. At that time, I saw that he was quite decent, so I had a heart to make friends. I didn't know that this boy was a hypocrite. He actually used my trust in him to steal my family treasure, Ziji Thunder Fire Sword. Do you think this kind of person is a wolf-hearted person!"

When the monks around him heard this, they all started to whisper, and many people cast contemptuous eyes at Liang Yi.

Liang Yi looked at Liu Zixi coldly until he finished speaking, and then replied indifferently: "Liu Zixi, you attacked me in Jiangyuan County City back then, and I was seriously injured and snatched your Ziji Thunder Fire Sword. You can turn black and white into slander me, but please remember that you will get it back sooner or later!"

When Liu Zixi heard this, he seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world, and his voice suddenly became 80 degrees higher, "Are you seriously hurting me? Have you heard that a small outer disciple dared to say that he seriously injured me. Before I joined Qilin Mountain, I was a core disciple of the Li family. If you are welcome, I can kill you with a spirit stone!"

However, this time he did not attract everyone's applause, because most of the disciples around him were outer disciples, and even if a few inner disciples were present, most of them were born as casual cultivators. His words clearly looked down on casual cultivators and outer disciples. Although there was such a reason in his words, they still attracted a lot of low scolding.

Liang Yi's true fire was completely aroused by Liu Zixi's shamelessness. He sneered: "Is that so? You smashed me to death with a spirit stone? I heard that your identity is more noble than the original aristocratic family. Why don't we go to the decisive battle stage to try it and see if I have the ability to steal your stuff?"

"You won't be stupid in the final battle, right? I am now a core disciple of the inner sect, and the sect does not allow me to duel!" Liu Zixi said proudly: "If you are really poor, there is no need to find such a bad reason to perfunctory me. As long as you admit your mistake to the uncle, the young master of the Purple Thunder Fire Sword will be donated to you. How about it?"

Liang Yi used his right fingernail to snatch his ears and waited for him to finish his words, and then he said slowly: "Since the sect does not allow us to bet privately, then let's change the gameplay. You should also participate in this sect competition? Let's compare who ranks higher. If my ranking is higher, it proves that you are slandering me. So you must kneel down to apologize to me in public, plus 30,000 lower-grade spirit stones. If you win, I will return the Ziji Thunder Fire Sword and kneel down to apologize to you, plus 30,000 spirit stones! Do you dare to bet?"

"This--" Liu Zixi was suddenly at a loss when he heard Liang Yi's invitation to fight. He had fought with Liang Yi, so he naturally knew that Liang Yi's strength was not comparable to that of the ordinary Qi-inducing stage. Although he was not a mediocre player, he could not guarantee that he would win Liang Yi. Although the 30,000 spirit stones and the purple thunder fire sword were precious, it was enough to humiliate Liang Yi in public to avenge the arrow. However, if he failed, he would not have to pay a huge amount of spirit stones, but he would also kneel down to apologize to Liang Yi in public. If this was the case, he would have to put underwear on his head in the future when he went out!

"What? Don't you dare?" Liang Yi looked at Liu Zixi leisurely, as if he really didn't take Liu Zixi seriously. However, at this time, he was also in a conflict, hoping that Liu Zixi would refuse and accept it, because Liang Yi was not sure to win Liu Zixi firmly. The reason for his invitation to fight was that he wanted to fight Liu Zixi, and the other was that he wanted to humiliate him severely.

"Why don't you compare? Our Liu family members have never shrunk their heads!" Just as Liu Zixi was hesitating, a majestic voice came from afar. As soon as the voice fell, a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a blue shirt appeared in front of Liu Zixi. The Confucian scholar's appearance was three-point similar to that of Liu Zixi.

Liang Yi had seen this person. He was the late Jindan deacon who had first included the Song brothers and sisters as his disciples at the last time.

"Fifth Uncle!" Liu Zixi quickly saluted the people who came respectfully.

"Master!" The Song brothers and sisters also said hello to the people who came.

"I have said it many times. Don't call me Uncle Wu in the future, but call me Master!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar glared at Liu Zixi with some dissatisfaction.

"Yes, Master!" Liu Zixi replied in embarrassment when he heard this, and then turned his cannibalism to Liang Yi opposite him.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at Liang Yi, and his eyes gradually became colder, "Did you steal the treasure of my Liu family?"

Liang Yi saw that the Confucian scholar was as shameless as his nephew, so he didn't care about the other party's Jindan stage master. Anyway, this is in the sect, so the other party couldn't attack him for no reason. He replied without hesitation: "It was your nephew who sneaked into me, and I seriously injured him. This purple thunder fire sword is my spoil!" While speaking, he emphasized the three words "your nephew" heavily.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was agitated by Liang Yi, and his face suddenly became gloomy, "Okay, what a spoil! Then I will agree to your bet for my nephew. I want to see if the Purple Thunder Fire Sword is your spoil!"

As he spoke, his small eyes suddenly condensed, and a heated aura suddenly rose from Liang Yi's abdomen. Liang Yi suddenly felt dizzy in his mind, but fortunately, the Wannian Bing Xinyu on his chest felt a cool feeling in time, so that Liang Yi's thinking could almost return to its clarity.

As the person involved, Liang Yi naturally knew what was going on. When he was dizzy, the Confucian scholar's eyes happened to face him. The other party did not use any magic power. Just a simple conscious attack made him almost escape into the abyss that would never be restored.

After Liang Yi came to his senses, the figure of a middle-aged Confucian scholar had been lost to the other side.

"Boy, just wait to kowtow to me and admit your mistake!" Liu Zixi glanced at Liang Yi proudly, waved to the Song brothers and sisters and said, "Let's go!" In Liu Zixi's opinion, with the participation of his fifth uncle, he will definitely win this bet. After all, if his fifth uncle is not sure, he will never agree to such a bet that insults the Liu family style.

Song Yishu, who had been trying hard to get rid of Liang Yi, gave Liang Yi a gloating look when he was leaving. However, Song Xiaoyu looked at Liang Yi with some difficulty, and finally kept up with the steps of the two senior brothers.
Chapter completed!