Chapter 457: Asking for forgiveness?
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The vast roar of dragons came from the distant sky, and after a while, a golden dragon over a hundred feet long appeared in the sight of several people.
Feeling the powerful pressure from afar, Yang Tianyou felt solemn in his heart.
It was not at the same level as Long Qi. If he fought with this dragon, Yang Tianyou wouldn't be able to hold on for long and he would be killed on the spot.
The dragon rushed straight down, shrinking rapidly, and finally turned into a figure wearing a golden robe, holding the dragon's head.
"This is the Dragon King of Luochuan!" Master Beigong stepped forward and introduced.
"This is Yang Tianyou. The monks in Luochuan County are accustomed to calling him Taibai Sword Master."
"Hmph, but a monk in the early stage of the Golden Core, dare to call him someone respectful? You don't know the heights of the world." Luochuan Dragon King sneered and looked at Yang Tianyou with murderous intent.
The latter looked back at him neither humble nor arrogant, his eyes as clear as water, making it impossible to figure out Yang Tianyou's thoughts.
"Okay, since you two are here, you both have the intention of reconciliation. Now please talk about it calmly." Beigong Zhenren said calmly with his hands behind his back.
"Let him hand over the bones of the fourth elder of our clan first." Luochuan Dragon King said.
Master Beigong nodded. This was an agreed upon matter. There was nothing to say. "Taibai, take out the body of the fourth elder."
Yang Tianyou nodded, then took out a storage ring and handed it to Beigong Zhenren.
The latter took it, checked it, and looked at him.
So dilapidated, what is the background of the Yang family?
puppet?
Taoist soldiers?
A powerful forbidden weapon?
Or a hidden strongman?
With thoughts flowing in his mind, Beigong Zhenren handed the ring to the Dragon King of Luochuan.
The latter's spiritual thoughts penetrated into it, and when he saw the mangled body of Fourth Elder Long Qi, he suddenly became furious.
"Shu Zi, how dare you bully our Dragon Clan like this?"
When the voice fell, he suddenly took action.
The five fingers were spread out, and there were two forces of gold and water intertwined on them, vaguely emitting a sharp edge that could penetrate the heaven and earth.
Faced with such a blow, Yang Tianyou held his breath and concentrated before unleashing his trump card to deal with it.
At this time, Beigong Zhenren moved.
With a slight wave of the wide sleeve robe, the originally soft sleeves seemed to have become the hardest thing in the world, covered with a layer of gray gas.
With a ding sound, Luochuan Dragon King was knocked back by this sleeve.
With the two people at the center, the entire mountain peak suddenly cracked and split into two halves.
"Dragon King Luochuan, what do you want to do?" Beigong's eyes were menacing.
Rubbing his numb wrist, Luochuan Dragon King said nothing.
Seeing this, Master Beigong snorted coldly, "If there is a next time, you Luochuan Jiaolong Clan will leave Luochuan County and go back to the East China Sea."
Hearing this, the Luochuan Dragon King's expression changed slightly and said, "Senior, don't worry, before I just saw the miserable condition of my fellow tribesmen, I lost my mind for a moment, and that's why I couldn't control myself."
"Well, that's good. Then you two can start discussing. Master Bai Cang and I will be the witnesses."
After Master Beigong finished speaking, Yang Tianyou looked at the Dragon King of Luochuan opposite him and said, "I wonder how much the settlement fee, Senior Dragon King, is going to be?"
"One hundred thousand mid-grade spiritual stones." Luochuan Dragon King said.
"Then senior, let's lead the troops to destroy my Yang family." Yang Tianyou looked sarcastic.
"What do you mean?" Luochuan Dragon King frowned.
Yang Tianyou said: "What do you mean? Senior, are you telling a joke? I, a member of the Yang family's golden elixir force, gave us 100,000 mid-grade spiritual stones, which is more than 10 million low-grade spiritual stones. If you sell us, it's still almost the same!"
"You can come up with the means to kill the Nascent Soul, but you lack this little spiritual stone?" Luochuan Dragon King didn't believe it.
"May I ask Dragon King, how many spiritual stones is a fourth-level low-grade forbidden weapon worth?" Yang Tianyou asked.
"This..." Luochuan Dragon King was speechless.
Generally speaking, the market price of a fourth-level low-grade forbidden weapon is more than 10,000 mid-grade spiritual stones.
If you calculate it this way, one hundred thousand spiritual stones is indeed too much.
However, if he retreats at will in front of the younger generation, it will make him, the Dragon King, very shameless.
While hesitating, Master Beigong handed over the steps, "Dragon King, one hundred thousand spirit stones are indeed too many. This is a big expense for our Luochuan Sect, not to mention the Jindan forces. .”
"Then how much do you say?" Luochuan Dragon King took the step and chose to follow the good path.
"Five thousand middle-grade spiritual stones!" Yang Tianyou quoted a price.
"you……"
Luochuan Dragon King was so angry that he immediately raised his hand and prepared to slap this annoying guy to death.
However, after seeing the cold-faced Beigong Zhenren next to him, Luochuan Dragon King's head felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on his head.
Master Bai Cang on the side had a strange look on his face when he heard Yang Tianyou's words.
Good guy, other people cut the price in half, but you, Taibai Sword Master, just cut it 95%. You are truly worthy of practicing the art of swordsmanship, you are ruthless.
Master Beigong was also helpless. He turned to look at Yang Tianyou and said, "Taibai, five thousand is too little. After all, this is the life of a strong Nascent Soul."
"Then the hundreds of thousands of mortals of my Yang family died in vain? Was the wealth of my Yang family used in vain?" Yang Tianyou asked in return.
Sometimes you can't just be cowardly, you have to show yourself,
One piece is relaxed, the other is soft, and the other is strong, complementing each other. Only in this way can we gallop through the world and be invincible.
Sure enough, after hearing Yang Tianyou's words, Master Beigong nodded. The lives of hundreds of thousands of mortals cannot be ignored.
At this point, he automatically forgot the fact that the Yang family changed 10,000 mortals into hundreds of thousands. Now that he was on the side of the Yang family, he naturally had to be inclined.
He looked at the Dragon King of Luochuan and said calmly, "Five thousand medium-grade spiritual stones, plus the death of hundreds of thousands of Yang family members, is it enough to pay for the life of the fourth elder of your clan?"
"……enough!"
Luochuan Dragon King could only bow his head.
If I had known earlier, I would have agreed to the solution proposed by Master Beigong in the Crystal Palace.
Unexpectedly, I came to Bai Cang Sect. Not only did I not get much benefit, but I also accumulated a lot of anger.
Seeing that Luochuan Dragon King agreed, Master Beigong gave Yang Tianyou a wink.
The latter understood and handed a storage bag containing five thousand middle-grade spiritual stones to Luochuan Dragon King.
Master Bai Cang behind him wanted to laugh when he saw this scene.
Taibai Sword Master is really a wonderful person. He doesn't even bother to use the storage ring and just uses a low-level storage bag to store the middle-grade spiritual stones. Doesn't this look like giving alms to the Dragon King of Luochuan?
Sure enough, when the latter saw this, it was either a matter of accepting it or not.
In the end, I could only take the storage bag with a disgusted look on my face.
Then, after the two parties made a contract, the matter was finally revealed.
The Luochuan Dragon King turned into a dragon body and flew away, not wanting to stay here any longer.
Yang Tianyou saluted Master Beigong with a sincere and solemn expression, "Thank you so much for your protection. The Ziyue Yang family will definitely remember this great kindness and never forget this feeling."
"Well, you are interested!" Master Beigong stroked his beard and said with a smile.
Afterwards, several people chatted for a few more words, and Yang Tianyou said goodbye and left.
Not long after he flew out, his expression suddenly changed and he changed direction slightly.
The next moment, on the top of a mountain, the weeping little Master Yueyang and the guilty-faced Yang Xuanyun came into view.
What made Yang Tianyou's eyes twitch was that Yueyang, for some reason, tied a bunch of thorns behind his back and staged a real-life version of asking for forgiveness.
"Brother Tianyou, I'm sorry for you!" Little Master Yueyang cried loudly and could be heard far away.












