Zhuang Fan's eyes were sharp. He immediately spotted Lin Yang amid the crowd, "Lin Yang! You still dare to come? Senior Brother Song, Lin Yang colluded with outsiders, murdered his fellow disciples, and even looked down on you. Eldest Senior Brother, please clean up this mess!"
He pointed at Lin Yang and shouted in fear and hatred.
"Lin Yang!" As Song Qian spoke, he looked over at Zhuang Fan's finger. Lin Yang was curiously sizing up the crowd with Chu Yanran. Most of his eyes were focused on the masked Mo Qingkuang. It seemed that he did not take Zhuang Fan and him to heart.
He then looked at Chu Yanran, who was standing next to Lin Yang with a garland on her head. His already angry mood became even worse.
Why did these beauties look down on him? Every time he fancied a beauty, someone would come and ruin his plans.
"Senior Brother Song, what can I do for you?" Lin Yang cupped his fists and treated it as a perfunctory gesture.
"Zhuang Fan said that you colluded with outsiders to murder your fellow disciples. Is that true?" Song Qian's eyes were like knives. The man in black was protected by the Imperial Clan and his strength was not inferior to his. This was not a good way to face him.
Lin Yang's strength was said to be at the peak of the Martial Warrior realm, so there should be a huge gap between him and Lin Yang. Furthermore, he had a hundred followers in the Origin Sword Sect.
He had to pick the soft persimmon. Lin Yang was undoubtedly the easiest way out for Song Qian.
"Senior Brother Song misunderstood. It was someone who blocked the door and didn't let Yanran and I go out. They even deliberately smeared your name and said that it was your idea. I, Lin Yang, will not let off anyone who makes things difficult for a fellow disciple and tarnishes your reputation!" Lin Yang thought that since Zhuang Fan started this mess, he should return the blame back to him.
"Besides, do I need to team up with others to deal with someone like Zhuang Fan?"
Song Qian's eyes narrowed. Lin Yang was quite eloquent.
Although he was used to being arrogant and despotic, he did not feel that it was shameful to send people to block the door. However, he was now the nominal leader of the disciples of the sect, so he still had to consider the sect's reputation.
Since Lin Yang had already said this, he didn't want to continue pestering him, lest the Imperial Clan see him as a joke.
Song Qian glared fiercely at Zhuang Fan, "A fellow who can't do anything but spoil things."
Then, he looked at Lin Yang, "Lin Yang, since you're back, help me get this Bottle-Breaking Pill. You go and stall the man in black. I'll deal with the ninth princess. After this is done, I'll ask the sect for credit for you."
'You picked the weak ones to fight while ordering me to fight the skilled ones? How can you be the eldest senior apprentice-brother?' Lin Yang cursed.
On the surface, he still pretended to be in a difficult position. "Brother Kuang Qing's strength isn't ordinary. I saw from afar how he had managed to save someone under Senior Brother Song's hands. I'm afraid I'm not his match."
"If Lin Yang isn't willing, who else would dare to step up?" Hearing Lin Yang's rejection, Song Qian asked the people from the Origin Sword Sect unhappily.
There were still one or two disciples who had broken through to the Martial Master Realm in the Origin Sword Sect. However, Mo Qingkuang was someone who could fight Song Qian without losing. Who had the confidence to defeat him?
They all shook their heads. Lin Yang had just arrived. He had to conserve his strength and prepare to face the enemy. He had to make him fight
"Lin Yang, everyone is looking forward to it. This matter belongs to you." Song Qian nodded in satisfaction.
He had never thought of picking out another person from the Origin Sword Sect disciples. Most of them were his people. Naturally, Lin Yang would be the one to die.
"What are you arguing about? It's not like we don't have anyone who can fight. Is it your Origin Sword Sect's turn to be picky?" At this moment, a person jumped out from the Imperial Clan crowd.
The man was thin, had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and had a full beard despite his young age. The most noticeable feature was his unusually big nose, occupying almost one-fifth of his face.
He was the son of the Imperial Army Commander, Tang Yu. He was also the other martial master in the Imperial Clan besides the Ninth Princess.
"Song, you were rude to the Ninth Princess. I'm going to pull out your tongue," Tang Yu held his sword and pointed at Song Qian.
His father was a veteran general in the army, and he had been in the army since he was young, so his temper was a little fiery. When they heard that the Origin Sword Sect had allocated their disciples like ordinary goods and was even picky, their hearts were already burning with rage.
His mission currently was to protect the Ninth Princess. The Ninth Princess was almost captured and her reputation was lost. How could he not be angry?
"Do you think you're worthy of fighting Senior Brother Song? Senior Brother Song, I'll go catch this guy and apologize to you!" Lin Yang was overjoyed when he heard that. Someone really sent him a pillow when he was sleepy. He hurriedly pretended to be angry and roared, then pounced at Tang Yu.
Seeing that the two of them had already exchanged blows, everyone could not care too much. The scene once again fell into chaos. Only Mo Qingkuang was left protecting Han Yan'er and confronting Song Qian.
"How are you? I'll go deal with Song Qian, and you take the opportunity to take the BottleBreaking Pill." Mo Qingkuang whispered to Han Yan'er while taking a glance at the Bottle-Breaking Pill in the stone box.
The Bottle-Breaking Pill was quietly placed on the stone table. The seals had been broken. The Ninth Princess and Song Qian were fighting here a few moments ago, so no one dared to touch them.
"Why did you help me… Eh?" Before Han Yan'er could finish her words, a black shadow flashed, and Mo Qingkuang had already rushed out.
Mo Fan had just told him that among all the items in the room, the Bottle-Breaking Pill was the most precious. Only when someone took the pill would the Flower-Picking Treasure Mirror, the real treasure of the Flower King, appear.
"Do you really think you can beat me?" Song Qian's expression was as dark as water. The Origin Sword Sect and the Imperial Clan were already embroiled in a chaotic battle. The situation was no longer under his control.
Seeing Mo Qingkuang approaching, he accepted the challenge angrily.
A green glow surged from Mo Qingkuang's feet. He was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Song Qian.
A kick landed on Song Qian's waist, causing him to stagger. What surprised him was that Mo Qingkuang did not use any martial skills in this attack. It was just an ordinary kick. Relying on the powerful defense of the Earth Vein Mantra, he did not suffer any substantial damage.
The reason Mo Qingkuang did not use his martial technique was because he didn't want to expose his true identity.
Although Lin Yang's opponent was also a first-grade martial master, Lin Yang could easily deal with him. Most of the attention was still on him.
It was all his fault for not being able to learn a new attack technique due to the lack of time. Otherwise, Song Qian would have been in deep trouble with this attack.
Han Yan'er sighed when she saw this. She hated Mo Qingkuang for not unleashing a powerful martial technique with his kick and taking half of Song Qian's life.
Song Qian was at a disadvantage and flew into a rage. He turned around and threw a punch. The fist that was wrapped in a yellow glow carried heavy pressure as it flew toward Mo Qingkuang.
This punch was his most powerful attack. If an ordinary person were to be hit, they would either die or be severely injured!
The corner of Mo Qingkuang's mouth pulled out a cold smile. The force was not small, but unfortunately, it was too slow. It would be strange if it could hit him.
His figure flashed, lightly dodging Song Qian's powerful attack, and suddenly appeared behind him. He even flicked Song Qian's head.
Lin Yang was currently engaged in a battle with Tang Yu. On the surface, the two of them looked evenly matched, but in reality, Lin Yang had only used 30% of his strength.
He was observing Mo Qingkuang's strength from the corner of his eye. There was a sense of familiarity with that guy's moves.
As a genius who could contend with Song Qian, it was impossible for him not to have practiced martial arts. However, it was odd for someone like him to not have used his power. He must be hiding something.