Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 328 The Third Lu Wensheng

"It's a pity that the communication jade pendant is useless, otherwise I would have contacted Senior Brother Lu."

After Wu Feipeng finished speaking, he noticed that everyone looked worried, so he pursed his lips, suppressed his thoughts, and smiled gently.

"But no matter how similar the phantom demon's disguise is, it is still different from the real Senior Brother Lu. There will always be flaws. Don't worry too much."

He is now the backbone of the disciples of the Discipline Hall, and he cannot lose his composure - those phantom demons are disguising themselves more and more like the real thing, but they cannot attack everyone. If he gets really confused, that would be a bad thing.

"Yes! We are the ones who know Senior Brother Lu best!"

"Kill those fakes one by one!"

Seeing Wu Feipeng's expression, everyone felt that the situation was not very bad. They felt a little relieved, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders, and regained their confidence.

Looking at the disciples whose faces had become relaxed again, Wu Feipeng was a little dazed and inexplicably thought of the time in Puppet City.

At that time, many disciples of the Discipline Hall were killed in a trap. Senior Brother Lu suppressed his grief and comforted everyone, fearing that everyone would be impulsive and fall into the enemy's trap. At that time, Senior Brother Lu, did you also think so...

Even though they had been prepared, everyone's faces still changed drastically when they saw Lu Wensheng who came with Ye Yingzhou, Xun Ruo and the others.

This phantom demon just wanted to take advantage of Lu Wensheng, right? !

Ye Yingzhou and Xun Ruo looked solemn.

Xun Ruo: "We were on the same road with Yangming before, and then we met another..."

Ye Yingzhou glanced around and didn't see the "Lu Wensheng": "It seems that he is fake - we don't get along with Yangming as well as the disciples of the Discipline Hall. We are even suspicious, so we didn't join the team without permission."

Lu Wensheng nodded: "This is a special situation, you can ask me."

Everyone in the Discipline Hall looked at each other and asked the previous questions again. The other party was able to answer them all. They asked about some matters indirectly and they knew them all.

Yu Shuoyang, who was always carefree, also became nervous and asked Zhang Miao in a low voice: "Is this true?"

But Zhang Miao was staring at Lu Wensheng's waist. Yu Shuoyang followed his gaze and saw a beautiful jade pendant there.

"What's wrong?" Is there something wrong with the jade pendant?

Zhang Miao said nothing, but just kept attacking.

Zhang Miao's sword flashed like lightning, pointing directly at Lu Wensheng's vitals. However, before his sword could touch the opponent, another sharp sword light suddenly attacked, faster and more powerful, heading straight for Lu Wensheng's throat.

Wu Feipeng subconsciously wanted to take action, but when he saw clearly, he paused and saw that the owner of the sword light was Lu Wensheng again.

Gu Jinzhi was dumbfounded: "Are you trying to provoke the lair of the phantom demons? You are trying to provoke Lu Wensheng's lair, right?!"

Lu Wensheng rushed out from the darkness, his face stern and eyes filled with suppressed anger. His sword shone like frost and his moves were fierce. Every strike was filled with murderous intent, as if he wanted to completely crush the person in front of him.

"I don't know what you phantom demons see in me that you disguise yourself as me again and again." The later Lu Wensheng spoke in a cold voice, and the sword in his hand poured down like a storm, forcing the previous Lu Wensheng to retreat step by step.

Seeing this, Zhang Miao retracted the sword in his hand, stepped aside, and watched the battle with a grim gaze.

Upon seeing this, all the disciples in the Discipline Hall stepped back, their eyes moving back and forth between the two "Lu Wenshengs", feeling confused and uncertain.

"What is going on?!" everyone exclaimed.

Wang Yanzhi was dazzled and had to ask Zhang Miao, who was the first to take action.

"Captain, which one is fake?"

Zhang Miao looked at Lu Wensheng's waist and said, "I don't know about the brother Lu who came later, but the one in front must be fake."

Wu Feipeng listened carefully, and after noticing where Zhang Miao's gaze was fixed, he suddenly realized.

"The jade pendant is different. Senior Brother Lu seems to be wearing a sunflower-shaped jade pendant on his back."

"It's a green jade sunflower pendant." Zhang Miao corrected.

Wang Yanzhi patted Zhang Miao on the shoulder and said, "As expected of the captain, you have a good memory."

Zhang Miao snorted: "When I was still in the outer sect, I gave it to Senior Brother Lu together with my fellow outer sect members. How could I not remember it?"

He had already noticed something was wrong. The jade pendant hanging around the counterfeit's waist was not the one that the outer disciple had given to Lu Wensheng.

The real Lu Wensheng treasured the jade pendant very much and never took it off. Although the counterfeit in front of him was disguised very realistically, there were flaws in the details.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief: Great, it’s the details that are to blame, we are saved!

Yu Shuoyang's mouth twitched: No way, he remembers everything he wears so clearly? No wonder... People in the Discipline Hall are so careful, and they will succeed in everything they do.

Fu Xiangxing: "As expected of the Discipline Hall! His observation and memory are outstanding!"

Yan Zhou glanced at Fu Xiangxing: This is the music from the Discipline Hall.

Someone else got it differently - you mean that the thing you gave to Senior Lu is worn by him all the time?! Wang Yanzhi couldn't laugh anymore, and felt sour inside.

Later, Lu Wensheng's moves were fierce, and Wu Feipeng and others also paid attention to distinguish them. They saw a sword light breaking through the air from the rear, carrying the force of thunder, and striking directly on the crown of "Lu Wensheng". The sword light was as cold as frost and snow, and everyone was very familiar with it.

The moment the sword energy exploded, the skin of "Lu Wensheng" cracked like porcelain, revealing the rolling black mist underneath.

Lu Wensheng's wide sleeves fluttered, his sword power poured down like a rainstorm, and every sword was filled with tremendous anger.

"Lu Wensheng" fled in panic, and countless tentacles stretched out from the black fog to try to resist, but were chopped into pieces by the sword energy.

Lu Wensheng did not give the monster a chance to wail. His last sword pierced into the core of the black fog, and the black fog exploded into powder.

Qin Xiao and others were in no hurry to strike up a conversation: they didn't know whether it was true or false, so they should just talk less.

But...are these disciples paying too much attention to their senior brother? Qin Xiao put himself in his shoes. If the disciples of the Regulation Department had to memorize and observe his clothing and movements... ugh!

Qin Xiao didn't quite understand the enthusiasm of the fans, but there was no doubt that his interest in Lu Wensheng had reached its peak.

After dealing with the impostor, Lu Wensheng did not approach the others: "These phantom demons have the means to communicate silently. It is not safe for you to ask me some questions. It is better for me to lead the way. It will not be too late to sort it out after we get out of the Misty Mountain."

Lu Wensheng was wearing a blue stone robe with fluttering sleeves, and he seemed to be carrying the breeze as he walked.

He has a slender figure, his posture is as straight as a pine tree, with a light green silk belt tied around his waist, and a jade pendant hanging on the silk belt. The texture is warm, the color is elegant, and the carving is delicate. The blooming sunflower is lifelike. It is the green jade sunflower pendant, which emits a soft light in the sunlight, just like the gentle aura emanating from his body.

He has a handsome face, with gentleness between his eyebrows and eyes. His eyes are bright and clear, just like the warm spring sun, with a reassuring temperature. Under his high nose bridge, his thin lips are slightly raised, with a smile as warm as the spring breeze, which makes people feel friendly when they see him. His black hair is tied on top of his head, and a few strands of hair hang down on his temples, adding a bit of casualness and unrestrainedness.

After these words were spoken, he looked even more righteous.