Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

Chapter 232 Yu Hua VS Ning Sheng

Ning Sheng heard the sound, looked up at the city wall opposite, and saw a figure jumping down from the city wall.

He stared at the figure in front of him without blinking, his heart trembled, and he muttered to himself:

"Sishui Pass is indeed one of the important passes of the Shang Dynasty. It is really a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are hidden."

"Among the generals defending the city, there is actually a cultivator at the Xuanxian realm."

When this figure landed in front of Ning Sheng, it turned out to be the vanguard officer of Sishui Pass - Yu Hua.

Yu Hua has a tall and straight figure, a stern face, and a Fang Tian Huaji in his hand. His silver armor sparkles in the sun, revealing an extraordinary aura.

After a while, Ning Sheng fixed his eyes on Yu Hua, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he asked softly:

"Who is coming?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Hua sneered, his eyes revealed disdain, and his tone was a bit contemptuous:

"You are a disciple of the Chan Sect, you are so ignorant that you can't even recognize the pure aura surrounding me. How ridiculous."

After saying this, Yu Hua deliberately circulated the magic power in his body, making the Shangqing immortal energy surrounding his body even more intense, like a layer of light mist, wrapping him up in it, adding a bit of mystery and transcendence.

Ning Sheng's gaze became extremely solemn at this moment. He realized that his previous judgment might have been too hasty.

He indeed did not notice the immortal aura lingering around the other party, because in his eyes, Yu Hua was just an ordinary city defending general. He never thought that he was a disciple of Jiejiao.

Ning Sheng thought of the grudge between the orthodox sect and the unorthodox sect, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"So you are a disciple of Jiejiao,"

Ning Sheng snorted coldly, with a hint of disdain and coldness in his voice, "No wonder your words and actions reveal a sense of vulgarity and lack of etiquette."

"Although Jiejiao has recruited many disciples, it seems to have forgotten to teach its disciples what humility and respect are."

Yu Hua's face darkened when he heard this, but he didn't get angry immediately.

He knew very well that the feud between the two religions had not happened overnight, and he did not want to engage in verbal disputes at this moment.

However, Ning Sheng's next words made it impossible for him to remain silent any longer.

"I will not argue with you,"

Ning Sheng's tone changed, becoming steady and powerful, "But you have the right to know who your opponent is."

"Listen carefully, I am Ning Sheng, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and a disciple of Manjusri Bodhisattva."

"This time I came down the mountain to help the Zhou Dynasty on the orders of my master, to follow the will of heaven and complete the great cause of conquering the Shang Dynasty."

Having said that, Ning Sheng paused slightly, looking straight into Yu Hua's eyes with a sharp gaze.

"If you know what's good for you,"

He continued, with a barely perceptible sympathy in his tone, "Since we are both disciples of Xuanmen and it is not easy to practice, I may let you go."

"But if you insist on being my enemy, then don't blame me for being merciless with the sword in my hand."

Upon hearing this, Yu Hua curled up his lips into a sneer. He was not intimidated by Ning Sheng's words.

On the contrary, he felt the arrogance and contempt hidden in the other party's words, which further stimulated his fighting spirit.

"Humph, I don't agree with the upbringing of the disciples of the Chan Sect."

Yu Hua's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an indescribable sarcasm and disdain.

His eyes met Ning Sheng's, as if two powerful electric currents met in the air, colliding to create intense sparks.

"Ning Sheng, right?"

Yu Hua spoke slowly, with a bit of contempt and provocation in his tone, "Listen carefully, your opponent is the best of the fourth generation of disciples of Jiejiao - Yu Hua."

When he said his own name, his voice involuntarily rose a few notches, which was a kind of pride and honor in his own identity.

"Yu Hua, the fourth generation disciple of Jiejiao."

Ning Sheng gently repeated the other person's name, without any emotion in his tone.

When Yu Hua heard Ning Sheng say his name, a sneer appeared on his lips, with a hint of provocation and disdain in his tone:

"Yes, it is General Ben!"

"Ning Sheng, you said that you are a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect and are at the same level as me. I have reason to question your Chan Sect and believe that you are not teaching well."

When Ning Sheng heard Yu Hua questioning his master, his eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, and anger burned in his eyes, as if he wanted to turn all doubts and disdain into ashes.

He gripped the sword tightly, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and a series of low sword sounds were emitted, which was his oath that the dignity of his master's sect must not be violated.

"A madman!"

Ning Sheng snorted coldly, his voice full of majesty and anger, exploding like thunder over the battlefield:

"How dare you question the teachings of my Chan Sect? How ignorant! Today, let me discipline you on behalf of your master."

Yu Hua was slightly shocked by this sudden roar, but soon returned to normal.

A playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which contained both contempt for Ning Sheng's anger and confidence in his own strength.

Yu Hua slowly stepped forward, his eyes meeting Ning Sheng's, the provocation evident in his words.

"Discipline me? You? Are you qualified?"

Although Yu Hua's voice was soft, every word was clear, like a sharp blade piercing Ning Sheng's heart.

His words were full of disdain and ridicule for Ning Sheng, as if in his eyes, Ning Sheng was nothing more than a clown who overestimated his own abilities.

When Ning Sheng heard this, his anger was like a ignited fire, instantly burning in his chest.

His eyes were wide open, as if flames were dancing in his pupils. He stared at Yu Hua, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with uncontrollable anger and determination.

"Yu Hua, how dare you challenge me like this!"

Ning Sheng's voice was deep and powerful, and every syllable was like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts, shaking the air around them. "If I don't take you down today, I will be ashamed of my master's teachings!"

Seeing this, Yu Hua curled up the corner of his mouth into a more playful smile. He obviously enjoyed the pleasure of being regarded as a thorn in the side of his opponent.

"Oh? You want to take me down? Ning Sheng, you are only at the middle stage of Xuanxian. You are a little too confident."

There was a hint of contempt and ridicule in his words, as if he had seen through Ning Sheng's true colors. "However, since you insist so much, I will play with you."

"I just hope you don't regret it."

Ning Sheng snorted coldly. He said no more. With the spiritual power surging in his body, he attacked Yu Hua with a sharp sword in hand.

Seeing this, Yu Hua was not willing to be outdone and used the Shangqing Immortal Technique, wielding the Fang Tian Huaji to meet Ning Sheng's attack.

"Qiang——!!!"

The sound of metal collision resounded throughout the battlefield, and the sharp sword and the Fang Tian Huaji collided violently in the air, like the collision of stars, sparks flying.

The powerful shock wave generated by the collision swept around like a violent storm, forcing the surrounding soldiers to retreat one after another to avoid being hurt by this invisible force.

Ning Sheng and Yu Hua each stood firmly, staring at each other with sharp eyes.

"Hmph, not bad. It seems I underestimated you."

Yu Hua spoke first, his voice was full of praise, but more of anticipation for the next battle, "But this is just the beginning, don't let me down."

Ning Sheng snorted coldly and said in a deep voice:

"You're not bad, but do you think this is my strength? What a joke! The real competition has just begun!"

As Ning Sheng finished his words, the two figures moved quickly on the battlefield again.

They were like two flashes of lightning, shuttling back and forth on the battlefield, leaving behind a trail of afterimages that were a feast for the eyes.

"Come on, let me see your true strength!"

Yu Hua shouted loudly, and swung the Fang Tian Huaji violently, bringing up a fierce gust of wind and heading straight for Ning Sheng.

Ning Sheng stretched his body and nimbly dodged Yu Hua's attack. At the same time, he drew his sword, which turned into a cold light and counterattacked Yu Hua.

The battle between the two entered a fierce stage again.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, and every collision was accompanied by a deafening sound.