"Random...Stop...You can't go in..." Amid the angry shouts, almost all the masters present took action, and squeezed into a ball at the hole split by Xu Zhu. Countless bright and dark energy intertwined, arousing all the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, flying all over the sky, blocking the sights of Xuannan, Xue Muhua and others.

In this moment, I'm afraid that Luo Yuchen and several other parties would not be able to figure out who the attack he sent fell, and who was sending out his true energy frantically...

After a long time, the dust settled. Su Xinghe, Ding Chunqiu, Jiumozhi, Duan Yanqing, and Luo Yuchen, five masters who were almost innate mid-stage cultivation, stood in a loose circle, staring at the other four people with great vigilance, for fear of accidentally being attacked by the enemy...

"Su Xinghe, although you and me are not in harmony, they are all from the same school. Now these people dare to offend this school and peek at the inheritance of this school. Do you still have to be stubborn about the grudges between you and me? Do you rather be cheaper than make things difficult for outsiders?" After a long confrontation, Ding Chunqiu spoke first, and his eyes were about Luo Yuchen and Jiumozhi, with hostility on his face, and it was not concealed at all.

"Hmph, give me some sweet words!" Obviously, Su Xinghe was not willing to buy Ding Chunqiu's account. After a few sneers, his eyes swept Jiumozhi, frowned slightly, and said nothing, and then stared at Luo Yuchen: "Young Master Luo, do you have nothing to explain?"

Luo Yuchen shrugged and suddenly spoke, "The water of Beiming is not born from itself. The saying goes: All rivers converge to the sea, and the water of the sea is obtained by harboring all rivers. The vast ocean is soaked, and it is accumulated... People in the world practice martial arts from Yunmen to at least Shang. My Xiaoyao School goes against the way, from Shaoshang to Yunmen, and his thumb connects with people. The internal force enters my body and stores it in Yunmen and other acupoints... How about it, is it enough?"

"Enough, enough!" Although the two passages that Luo Yuchen recited were incompatible, among the masters present, Duan Yanqing was the only one who was a complete outsider. The remaining three, whether Ding Chunqiu or Jiumozhi, knew that these two passages were the principles of the Xiaoyao Sect’s unique skills of the Beiming Divine Arts and the essence of the mind.

However, the two of them still hoped that Luo Yuchen could recite a few more words, and it would be better to memorize all the specific methods of the Beiming Divine Art. Unfortunately, Su Xinghe did not cooperate at all, and directly waved his hands to stop Luo Yuchen. "Enough, no need to say more, Luo, brother, you have a special identity, but you are qualified to interfere in today's matter."

"Hmph, I don't know where this kid heard a few inexplicable words from, how can he confirm his identity?" Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly, but refused to let Luo Yuchen go: "Besides, even if his identity is really confirmed, it can only be said that this brat is qualified to enter the house. But now, he has sent outsiders into this gate. What is the statement of this?"

"Hey, Old Monster Ding, are you asking knowingly?" Luo Yuchen also sneered: "Not long ago, at the house of Xue Muhua, have you fought with my brother? I don't believe that you didn't flee in panic because you discovered that Junior Brother Meng had practiced the Beiming Divine Arts on him!"

"Ah...Bei Ming Divine Art?!" Hangu Eight Friends, who were listening carefully, exclaimed in surprise, but were stunned by the shocking secret revealed by Luo Yuchen's words. Ding Chunqiu's face was ashen and his eyes were blazing. After holding it in a long time, he spoke hatefully: "If I had known that boy named Meng was bluffing, I should have turned around immediately and just cut off the roots..."

These words were a disguised recognition of Luo Yuchen's statement. After hearing this, the disappointment on Jiumozhi's face flashed, but Su Xinghe breathed a long sigh of relief. He no longer targeted Luo Yuchen, but immediately turned his head and stared at Ding Chunqiu. As for Duan Yanqing, he snorted coldly and withdrew without warning and left for a long distance: "Since it is your Xiaoyao Sect's own business, I'll forgive me for not being with you! Ding Chunqiu, you'd better take care of yourself and wait for me to come to ask for advice in the future!"

"Nonsense! You are a disabled person who knows how to challenge our old immortals in Xingsu? Don't you know how to write the word "death"?"

"Yes, you are a cripple. Don't you know that our master can crush you to death with just one finger? Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistake?"

"Wrong! This guy is obviously completely disabled with both hands and feet. If the master wants to deal with him, he doesn't need a finger. Just blow your breath gently, and I'm afraid you can blow him out a hundred and eight thousand miles..."

As the saying goes, no matter how coincidental it is, just when Duan Yanqing threatened Ding Chunqiu, the "super flattering spirits" of the Xingsu Sect arrived, so naturally, countless numb clamors resounded throughout the valley. Duan Yanqing's eyes were expressionless, Ye Erniang sneered, and did not speak, but the irritable Yue Laosan couldn't help it, and directly cursed without hesitation: "Fart! It's so stinking, you, you, cough cough..."

After a few words of screaming and cursing, the wound on his body was affected. Yue Laosan covered his chest hard and coughed violently. The disciples of the Xingsu Sect who were shocked by his breathless screams and scolding immediately burst into laughter, and even more vicious ridicule words continued to emerge: "Haha, look, this tuberculosis is almost dying, and he is not at home waiting to die. He dares to run out to oppose our Xingsu Sect. It's so overestimated. Brothers, let's be kind and give him a quick trip..."

With loud shouts, a large group of disciples from the Xingsu Sect rushed up in a swarm. Yes, although most of these people's abilities are in their mouths, they are also high-ranking players of the Xingsu Sect. How could they be afraid of the enemy composed of disabled, seriously ill and women in front of them? Unfortunately, the facts proved that they were too wrong...

"Looking for death!" If they didn't rush up, Ye Erniang would not take action easily, whether it was self-respecting or not, he would not do anything. However, when these guys rushed up with dirty words, Ye Erniang couldn't do anything. After a sneer, Ye Erniang's figure shook gently and rushed forward face to face. Several extremely sharp cold lights flashed, and a series of screams sounded among the splashed blood and broken limbs. After she stopped, everyone saw that the weapon in Ye Erniang's hand was two extremely sharp willow leaves...

"Okay, let's go!" Seeing Ye Erniang rushing out on his own initiative, Duan Yanqing's eyes flashed slightly. He gently lifted the steel stick with his right hand, and suddenly lifted Yue Laosan's burly body and landed steadily on his shoulders. Then, he ticked the crutch and walked out first. After Duan Yanqing's greeting, Ye Erniang also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, followed quickly, and soon disappeared into the pine forest...

"Okay, all the annoying people have been exposed, we can let go. Su Xinghe, should we settle the accounts between us?" Without looking at the disciples crying and wailing on the ground, Ding Chunqiu's eyes were always firmly locked in Su Xinghe. Similarly, Su Xinghe's eyes never left Ding Chunqiu's figure for a moment: "Calling accounts? Yes, you and me have been entangled for decades. Now I have completed the master's instructions and can indeed calculate the accounts with you!"

Before he finished speaking, Su Xinghe took the initiative to attack. Ding Chunqiu sneered repeatedly, shook his body, and met him in a tit-for-tat way. Intentionally or unintentionally, the two of them fought and left, and soon avoided Luo Yuchen and Jiumozhi from afar, but they did not want these two masters to suddenly intervene.

"Well? Su Xinghe just said the advice, not the last wish?" Jiumozhi's heart moved slightly, and he grabbed something keenly. Then, a friendly smile appeared on his face and said to Luo Yuchen: "Young Master Luo, there seems to be no big grudge between you and me. In my opinion, we don't have to hurt the harmony, right?"

"Not bad! Not only do you and me have no hatred, but there is also a pleasant cooperation." Luo Yuchen also smiled slightly and put away his attitude as if he was facing a great enemy. "What the national teacher said is exactly what I want. We really don't have to fight to death. National teacher, please!" Before he finished speaking, Luo Yuchen's figure shook violently, and in an instant he grabbed the irregular hole in front of the wooden house and stood firmly.

"You, what do you mean? Why did you block my way?" Jiumozhi paused, and the smile on his face sluggishly. Luo Yuchen still smiled gently, pretending to be surprised: "Hey, that side is the direction of the valley. National Master, you shouldn't get the wrong direction, right?"

"Nonsense!" Jiumozhi's face slightly darkened: "Who said I was leaving? On the contrary, the little monk is about to go into this wooden house to rest for a while. Please give me some convenience!" Luo Yuchen's smile was closed and he shook his head firmly: "No, this wooden house is the forbidden area of ​​our Xiaoyao Sect, and the national master cannot enter!"
Chapter completed!