In an instant, a three-foot-three-inch horizontal knife flew out from the lake and headed straight for the sky.

I saw it fly out more than a hundred feet and shoot straight out of the mountain.

The man in the Wu Temple shouted: "Why did you give it to outsiders again!"

Amid the sound of shouting, more than a hundred people rushed out of the thatched cottage, looking up at the place where Hengdao went, while running down the mountain.

After chasing to the mountain gate, everyone watched the sword fall into Zhu Yunxi's hand and immediately started to curse: "Who is your damn..."

The voice came to an abrupt end.

A middle-aged man in a common man said in surprise: "Mr. Yao?"

Old Man Yao looked up at him: "Xiao Wu."

The middle-aged man known as Xiao Wu bowed respectfully and said, "Mr. Yao is fine."

Seeing that everyone else was stunned, he quickly reminded him: "Do you want to be beaten? Say your salute!"

Everyone in the Wu Temple saluted one after another.

Xiao Wu stood up and hesitated: "Why is Mr. Yao here?"

Old man Yao asked casually: "Where are you mountain chiefs?"

Xiao Wu said in a difficult situation: "Mr. Yao came unfortunately and my mountain went down the mountain this morning."

Old Man Yao was stunned for a moment: "Have you gone down the mountain? Where has he gone?"
Chapter completed!