Legend of the Great Sage Chapter 235 - Another Year of Heavy Snow

Li Qingshan sighed gently. He pushed off his knees and stood up, like a boxer who had been forced into another match before he had even recovered from the previous one.

However, there was no fear in his eyes!

This should be it!

At a certain time, great flakes of snow began to fall from the sky once again. Numerous figures flickered through the snow as their magnificent, silken robes fluttered gently. They did not leave behind a single mark on the snowy ground as if they were ghosts in the snow.

The ghosts looked at Li Qingshan like hunters who had found their prey. They were relaxed and satisfied with themselves. If there was still a reason for them to be slightly cautious, that was because they were worried that their prey might escape.

The “first senior brother” pointed at Li Qingshan and asked, “Junior brother Song, is this the person you were searching for?”

Song Ming said with hatred, “That’s him, first senior brother!”

“A fourth layer Qi Practitioner?” The first senior brother curled his lip in great disdain.

“Song Ming, you’re far too useless. You’re a sixth layer Qi Practitioner, yet you were defeated by someone weaker than you. And I had thought you had met someone powerful.”

The disciples of the Pheasant’s Grace mountain all mocked him. They became even more relaxed and cheerful. They did not take Li Qingshan seriously at all.

Song Ming’s face reddened. “First senior brother, his cultivation as a Qi Practitioner isn’t particularly great, but he’s a Body Practitioner too. He was completely unscathed when I hit him with a palm strike. We can’t be careless.”

Li Qingshan closed his eyes and sensed his surroundings. A ninth layer Qi Practitioner, two eighth layer Qi Practitioners, five seventh layer Qi Practitioners, and ten sixth layer Qi Practitioners. Was this the strength of a sect?

He could only match them in battle if he transformed, but fighting here would probably attract the attention of their seniors.

“Look, he has closed his eyes. Has he accepted his fate?” A disciple of the Pheasant’s Grace mountai

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