You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

Nalan Yumo slowly lowered his open hands, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, turned around and made a naughty face, and said with a smile: "I learned this from you. You must learn to think twice before doing anything~~, and leave a way out for yourself!"

Then she walked towards Liu Yuntian with light steps, with a cunning light in her eyes.

"Didn't we cooperate well before? We could make a lot of money every time! But you insisted on giving up this big piece of fat meat, so of course I had to think of some way to deal with it!"

Liu Yuntian frowned, stretched out his hand and pushed Nalan Yumo away, and responded in a cold tone: "Salt and sugar are originally mine, so it is naturally up to me to decide how to deal with them. What I give you is yours, and you can't take what I don't want to give you!"

After he finished speaking, he took a step forward without hesitation and strode towards the courtyard.

Nalan Yumo opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw that Liu Yuntian had already walked out of the hall, he stopped what he was about to say.

When Liu Yuntian came to the courtyard, he stopped and stood there quietly, forming an opposition with Wang Yuan.

"You won't give up without a fight, right?"

Liu Yuntian fixed his cold eyes on Wang Yuan and asked without a trace of emotion.

Wang Yuan did not flinch. His sword intent instantly condensed throughout his body, and the long sword in his hand made a buzzing sound. "That's right!"

After saying this, Wang Yuan was about to take action, but he found that Liu Yuntian had disappeared on the other side without him noticing.

Just when he was confused, an anxious reminder suddenly came from the side: "Wang Shengzi, behind you!!!"

Wang Yuan was startled and turned back quickly, but it was too late...

Liu Yuntian appeared behind Wang Yuan like a ghost, raised his foot and kicked sideways, as fast as lightning.

This kick, with endless power, hit Wang Yuan directly in the waist.

At this moment, Wang Yuan's head had just turned halfway, and before he could see Liu Yuntian's figure clearly, he was hit by a huge force.

The force was as powerful as a tidal wave, knocking him away in an instant.

In an instant, Wang Yuan felt that the whole world was spinning madly. The next moment, his eyes went dark, and then he lost consciousness.

"boom--"

Accompanied by a loud bang, Wang Yuan's body flew out uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string.

Along the way, he smashed through countless walls, splashing up clouds of dust.

The people around were watching this scene and exclaimed in amazement. They subconsciously covered their waists, shook their heads and sighed.

It would be fine if a saint didn't pretend to be a saint, but he had to make trouble. Now he has been kicked into a folding screen!

Liu Yuntian looked in Wang Yuan's direction, then turned to look at everyone, "Whose saint is this? Leave someone behind to compensate for the damage caused by crashing into the wall."

"..."

At this time.

"Hmm~"

The dust machine on the ground in the hall was awakened by the loud noise. He pulled his face out of the ground and asked in a daze, "What happened? .... Eh? Who is standing on my back?!"

"what!!!"

Nalan Yumo felt movement under her feet, and quickly grabbed the hem of her skirt, tiptoed down from Chen Ji's body, and screamed, "Why is there someone on the ground?!"

At this time, Chen Ji's apprentice also woke up. He immediately looked at his master and asked in surprise, "Master! You... have so many footprints on your body!"

"Ah? Disciple, you too, who is so bold as to step on us?"

"Ah?!!!" The next moment, Chen Ji looked up and saw Nalan Yumo's face. He was immediately shocked, "Oh, it's Saint Nalan, then it's okay..."

......

After the farce ended, Liu Yuntian walked back to the central hall, sat on a chair, clapped his hands, pulled everyone back to their thoughts, and said in a deep voice, "Now that everyone is here, let me make one thing clear before we begin."

"I am very angry about what the Four Sects and Liguo did. Since they have declared war on me, if someone from any sect heard the news after this meeting and quietly escaped..."

Liu Yuntian crossed his fingers and placed them on his chin, and said word by word, "Then he should stop thinking about this salt and sugar."

At this point, everyone quickly looked at the three people present. At this moment, the three people were noticed by everyone's eyes, and they immediately put their hands behind their backs in panic.

Pretend nothing happened and pretend you didn't do anything.

At this time, one of them squeezed out from the crowd, looked at Liu Yuntian and said, "Tianya Sect is my subordinate sect. No matter what, from the sect master to the disciples, I have cultivated them with all my efforts."

"You can say that they are all my dearest friends, brothers and sisters..."

Liu Yuntian directly raised his finger to interrupt the other party and said, "The top sects of these three sects can get more."

"That's okay."

Seeing that the man retreated again, everyone made disdainful noises.

"Cut~"

"Huh~"

The man's face flushed red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he pointed at everyone and shouted angrily: "What do you mean by this? A subordinate sect of a subordinate sect, just a third-rate sect! If it were you, wouldn't you make such a decision?!"

His voice was filled with anger and reluctance, as if he had suffered great injustice.

"Brother Qian is right. They can use their lives to create value for the sect. It is their honor and a worthy death. We should remember their dedication." Another monk echoed.

"That's right! If it were us, we would make the same choice without hesitation. It's just a third-rate sect. As long as we send out a Nascent Soul disciple, we can rebuild it at any time. Compared with salt and sugar, their lives are nothing." The third cultivator also expressed his opinion.

Liu Yuntian sat at the table, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and he shook his head gently, "You guys really...know the current situation..."

Sure enough, no matter where they are, cattle and horses can always define value. Value can be squeezed out when they are alive, and they can still create value after they die.

Such is the fate of cattle and horses, a herd controlled by sheepdogs.

The saddest thing is that they believed until their death that Shangzong was on their side, completely unaware that Shangzong had sold out their lives and property while chatting and laughing.