"It seems that the situation is not very good!"

In the Hehuan Sect, the man in gray robe looked at the horizon with bright eyes.

Even though the battlefield is still hundreds of miles apart from them, with the cultivation of these people, they can still grasp the situation of the battle clearly.

Yang Shizhong said with some concern: "Although the Moon Treasure Book is not strong in attacking, the barriers placed in the Yaochi cannot be broken out in a short time!"

He was the previous sect leader of the Wangyue Sect, and his understanding of this magic is naturally far beyond anyone. He is bound to suffer from the formation at the moment, and he is inevitably worried.

At this time, the man in the gray robe said to himself: "Xiao Shun asked us to try our best to hide our identities, but now it seems that we don't have that opportunity!"

When Yang Shizhong heard this, he was stunned: "Are you going to take action?"

To be honest, if you show your identity at this time, you will inevitably usher in a big change.

First of all, the Gu Po Poison Sect will definitely give up everything in hand and will solve the problem of the gray robe as soon as possible.

Secondly, the Taoist sect will not allow the organization where the Demon Lord is located to grow stronger, and will definitely win over the other sects to launch a fierce attack on their people.

If things really go to this point, it will be a bit difficult to deal with.

Xiao Shun had analyzed these things before.

However, due to the current situation, if he doesn't take action, Jiang Ruliu's situation will definitely be very bad.

In order to show his sincerity, the Demon Lord volunteered to join the battle, but he was in trouble now. If he and others were sitting around, wouldn’t it be unreasonable?

"If this battle can solve two sects, then there will be only six major sects left in front of us. According to the strength of our few people, we are not afraid of them. What's more, the Taoist Lord may not be able to convince all the other sects and attack us!"

Speaking of this, the man in gray robe left the house on his own.

The next moment, his figure slowly appeared on the battlefield.

After a big battle, Jiang Ruliu also seemed a little embarrassed, and his incarnation was even more dim to the point where he was about to dissipate.

When Jiang Ruliu saw the arrival of the man in gray robe, he seemed a little surprised.

Seeing this, the man in gray robe smiled faintly: "Senior, I'm late!"

Jiang Ruliu frowned and said, "You didn't say..."

Before he could finish his words, the man in gray waved his hand: "One time and another time, if I can't come here, I'm afraid things will get worse!"

The Sword Saint and the Master Wangyue looked at the man in the gray robe motionless.

Although it was their first time meeting, they could intuitively feel the strength of each other.

At that time, there were only eight sect leader-level strong men in the cultivation world, but did the man in gray robe jump out from there?

In an instant, the sword saint's face was filled with solemnity: "Who are you?"

The man in gray robe shook his head and chuckled, "Haha, it doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that none of you can leave today!"

Good guy, this is the first time someone dares to say such arrogant words to a sect leader-level strongman.

For a moment, the Sword Saints and the others couldn't react!

Seeing this, Jiang Ruliu couldn't help but laugh; "Haha, boy, you look arrogant, quite like your father's demeanor!"

Nangong Wudi has an extremely hot temper and has a kind of aura that looks down on the world. Back then, no one can give him any face, and he can even point at the Taoist lord and curse him all over the world!

Now the man in gray robe has perfectly inherited the fine traditions of his father, and his arrogant appearance is exactly the same as Nangong Wudi back then!

At this moment, the Sword Saint suddenly frowned and looked at the face of the man in the gray robe with concentration.

Gradually, the face of the man in the gray robe was perfectly integrated with someone in his memory, and his eyes widened in an instant.

"Who is Nangong Wudi you?"

Hearing this, the man in gray robe slowly carried his hands behind his back and smiled proudly: "Hehe, it's my father!"

These four words were like a thunderclap on the ground, and exploded violently in the ears of the Master Wangyue and the Sword Saint.

He turned out to be Nangong Wudi's son?

How is this possible?

In an instant, two big question marks appeared in the minds of the two of them.

Back then, the Antarctic Palace was destroyed and the Kunlun Ruins were recognized by the cultivation world.

However, in Kunlun Ruins, a guy who claimed to be the son of Nangong Indigo appeared!

The Sword Saint was shocked at the words of the man in gray just now, but he had no doubt at all. After all, there was no need to tell some lies to deceive himself.

Suddenly, the Master Wangyue and the Sword Saint looked at each other and explained that they could see a look of shock from each other's eyes.

It was not too late. With the appearance of another person, their minds were in full swing.

Yang Shizhong had an unpredictable smile on his face and slowly walked to the man in gray robe and stood still. Then he raised his eyes and looked at the leader of Wangyue, not far away.

"Xiao Yun, do you still remember me?"

Xiao Yun is the name of the Master Wangyue. There are not many people in the world of cultivation that dare to call the master the name directly, but Yang Shizhong is undoubtedly an exception.

After all, he is the other party’s master!

The moment she saw Yang Shizhong, Xiao Yun couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

"Master, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Shizhong sneered and cut off: "Haha, do you still have the face to call me Master?"

When he said this, his face looked extremely angry.

Once upon a time, he devoted a lot of effort to Xiao Yun, trained him into a talent, and gave him an extremely glorious identity in the sect.

But the result is really heartbreaking for some people.

Whenever he thinks of this, Yang Shizhong feels so heartbroken that he can't control himself, and even regrets that he actually raised an ungrateful wolf back then.

The only thing he could understand the idea of ​​his apprentice taking over was that the other party was so cruel and ruthless that he almost killed the Yang clan quickly, and in the end he was left with only him and Yang Tiancai Grand Historian, who suffered the destruction of hatred and anger!

The Sword Saint looked at the three people standing opposite him calmly, feeling a little upset.

The joint efforts of four sect master-level powerful men, let alone him, even if the Taoist master comes, he will not dare to compete with him!

Immediately, he gave Xiao Yun a look in secret and signaled to leave here quickly!

Xiao Yun naturally agreed with this suggestion, and then a shadow suddenly emerged from his feet and quickly flew behind him.

Yang Shizhong had long expected that he would choose to escape, and he couldn't help laughing to the sky.

"Haha, do you have no courage to face it now?"

After saying that, his figure disappeared instantly, and he caught up with Xiao Yun who was fleeing with great momentum.

"I just fought with each other and now I'm one-on-one. I hope the Sword Saint can let me enjoy it!"
Chapter completed!