The invisible Dao was condensed in the air, and as long as Ye Ziyu waved his hand, the Dao could crush Yang Mingxuan's incarnation in an instant.

Even if it is an incarnation comparable to an ordinary Yuan Infant Cultivator, it is still as fragile as tissue paper in front of the power of the Dao Rules, and it can be completely destroyed with just a light pick.

At the moment when his hand was about to be waved, "Ye Ziyu" suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, and looked at the white-clothed young man who appeared beside him at some point with some disappointment.

The hosta on the young man's head was simple in style, and it was emitting a faint blue light at this time.

Surprisingly, the black-eyed Ye Ziyu didn't get angry after the attack was blocked, just smiled faintly, glanced at Yang Mingxuan, who was a little surprised, and gently put down the snow rabbit he was holding in his hand.

The black eyes gradually returned to their original color, and when the last bit of black light dissipated, he glanced at the white-clothed young man beside him, and the hosta on his head.

There is both resentment and jealousy in the eyes, which is complex and difficult to understand.

After the black eyes completely dissipated, Ye Ziyu's body fell to the ground with a bang, and Xiao Ning jumped into Ye Ziyu's arms, her ruby-like eyes full of worry.

After Yang Mingxuan saw the appearance of the person who came, he immediately gasped, and when he saw the black-eyed Ye Ziyu, he really panicked in his heart.

No matter how strong the strength of that mysterious existence was, it was only an incarnation that could destroy him, and it would not have the slightest impact on his ontological cultivation.

But in the eyes of Yang Mingxuan, the man in white in front of him was far more terrifying than the black-eyed young man.

It's not about strength cultivation, but the identity of this young man in white is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, he is a genuine Confucian protégé, and he is also one of the disciples of Tianjiao who has attracted much attention from Confucianism.

It is expected that he will be able to inherit the mantle of a Confucian saint in the future, and his status is unimaginably high for the entire Han Dynasty and even for the entire Confucianism.

Yang Mingxuan didn't know the cause and effect of Liang Guo's incident, and Yang Qinghua didn't reveal any news to him in advance.

So Yang Mingxuan doesn't know why such a figure suddenly appeared in a small Liang country.

Just as Ye Ziyu guessed, Yang Mingxuan who appeared in front of him was not the real Lord of the Qingyun Sect himself, but just one of his outer bodies.

"Xuantian Qingyunlu" has a long heritage, and the secret methods contained in it are far more than attack techniques such as the Xianglong Seal and the Wind and Thunder Channel, and there are also a lot of auxiliary methods such as incarnations outside the body.

It's just that if you want to be as free as Yang Mingxuan, in addition to hard training, you also need your own strength to reach a certain level.

No matter how powerful an exercise is, the key to being able to defeat the opponent lies in the strength of the practitioner himself.

Just like Ye Ziyu, the Qiantian Haoqi he practiced is a first-class world-class exercise in the cultivation world, which can be called an infinite mystery that conquers heaven and earth.

However, with his cultivation strength, at most he can only fight with Yu Yang and others who are at the base level.

In the face of the national fortune dragon summoned by Yu Yang later, which was comparable to the terrifying power of Brother Jindan, Ye Ziyu could only resist the dragon's attack hard, and there was no room for fighting back.

This is the fundamental impact of the difference in strength, when the opponent is replaced by Yang Mingxuan's out-of-body incarnation, he even loses the ability to resist.

The white-clothed young man glanced at Yang Mingxuan lightly, and with his vision, he could naturally see that what was in front of him was just an external incarnation, and it was not Yang Mingxuan himself of the Qingyun Sect at all.

Yang Mingxuan saw that his gaze swept over, but he did not live up to the arrogance of Fang Cai, and bowed slightly to the young man in white, and his expression was unconsciously respectful.

This is the treatment brought about by the difference in strength, in the face of Ye Ziyu and others, Yang Mingxuan has always been a high-minded attitude.

As he said, in his eyes, Ye Ziyu and the others were just a group of ants at best.

Monks despise mortals as ants, and monks with higher realms will despise lower-level monks just as monks despise mortals

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On the path of cultivation, the difference between one realm is the difference between clouds and mud, and it is even more difficult to cross than the gap between the worldly and the world.

The first hints of this were already evident during the Qi refining period, and the further down the practice, the more obvious this situation became.

Because as long as the other party is one realm higher, even if it is only a small realm, the difference in strength between the two sides is already very obvious.

Cultivation is not a smooth road, and even Confucianism, which has always emphasized that "a gentleman has nothing to fight", has to admit the objective existence of "must also shoot".

Although the young man in white seemed a little indifferent in his attitude, after seeing Yang Mingxuan saluting, he still bowed to him without thinking.

The two sides salute, and there is no fault and no inferiority, which can match the identity and status of the two and even the cultivation realm.

The young man in white was a little curious about the black-eyed young man he had just seen, and the hosta that he had inherited from that saint would glow on his own at that moment.

And it seems that it was the hosta that frightened the owner of the black eyes away.

Yang Ming bowed, got up and asked tentatively, "Mr. Li is not teaching in the academy, how can he have the leisure and elegance to appear in this small country."

The young man known as Mr. Li smiled slightly, but instead of answering Yang Mingxuan's tentative question, he asked, "Sect Master Yang is not cultivating in the sect, so what is the matter here?"

Yang Mingxuan looked at Yang Qinghua in the distance, and after a little thought in his heart, he simply explained the matter directly.

Then he pointed to Ye Ziyu, who was unconscious on the ground, and said, "Mr. Li, the snow rabbit in this young man's arms blew up the demon pill not long ago, I am afraid that there is some trouble between the two, since the demon clan is involved, my Qingyun Sect has a lower door here, and I know more about this matter than ordinary people, how about handing this matter over to my Qingyun Sect to deal with?" I will give a satisfactory report to the College afterwards."

Up to now, Yang Mingxuan still hasn't given up on the mysterious exercises on Ye Ziyu's body, as for the identity of the Xiaoning Demon Clan, he didn't say so because he knew his precious son's plan.

It's a normal Terran monk, an instinctive reaction after seeing the demon race, he just uses this person's normal feelings.

The young man glanced at the snow rabbit curled up in Ye Ziyu's arms, and with his vision, he naturally knew that what Yang Mingxuan said about the demon clan was not half false, this snow rabbit was indeed a demon clan that had cultivated the demon pill.

Even if the demon pill is lost now, the identity of the demon clan cannot be concealed.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to reply to Yang Mingxuan, two lights and shadows in the distance, one black and one red, rushed towards this place, and he withdrew the words he was about to say, and looked at the two figures in the distance calmly,