"What are you doing so excited?"

Wang Zhenting, who had already guessed the other party's identity, said deliberately.

"Cough cough!" With a light cough, the white-haired old man said with a red face: "At this point, I won't hide it from you anymore. Actually, I am Zhou Botong!"

"What?" Wang Zhenting looked surprised and then said: "No, this is impossible. He is not as old as you...!"

"How stupid are you?" Zhou Botong blinked at Wang Zhen and said, "Disguise, it's very simple to get a little beard and hair!"

Wang Zhenting shook his head and said, "I don't believe it!"

"Don't believe it?" Zhou Botong was anxious, grabbed Wang Zhenting's sleeve and said, "How can you not believe it?"

"Aren't you asking me to repay your kindness?"

Wang Zhenting said seriously: "It's not you! It's the hero Zhou Botong!"

"I am the Great Hero of Zhou!" Zhou Botong's face turned red with an anxious look.

Wang Zhenting said suspiciously: "Are you really the Great Hero Zhou?"

"Is this fake?"

Shaking his head slowly, Wang Zhenting said: "I still can't believe it..."

"You!" Zhou Botong glared at him with a beard.

"Unless you prove it to me!" Wang Zhenting said seriously: "As long as you remove the Yirong you said and prove it to me, I will believe it!"

"Hmph!" Zhou Botong smiled and said, "Then you think it's right!"

He glanced slightly at the corner of his eyes, noticed the seven Taoist priests who were coming upstairs, and laughed in his heart, and said seriously: "I'm watching!"

Zhou Botong smiled, while pridefully tearing off his beard against his face, and then took off his head hood. Suddenly, a man with a white face without beard, black hair, and a cynical smile appeared in front of Wang Zhenting.

"How is it?" Shaking his face in front of Wang Zhenting, and said proudly: "Look at it carefully! Am I your benefactor! Is it Zhou Botong!"

Wang Zhenting picked up the wine glass, smiled faintly, and said, "I don't know if you are Zhou Botong, but those people must know very well."

As he said that, Wang Zhenting pointed to the seven Taoist priests who were running towards him.

Zhou Botong looked back and looked at the seven Taoist priests. His face suddenly became ugly. He flashed his mind and stared at Wang Zhenting with wide eyes and said, "You lied to me, you deliberately let me show my original appearance! You must have seen them a long time ago! Why are you so bad!"

"This is over. These seven calfs must catch me back!"

"Wow, I'm so angry!"

He glared at Wang Zhenting fiercely, grabbed the sword that Wang Zhenting placed on the table, and said, "Get your sword first, and then settle the score with you if you have time!"

"Bang!"

When Zhou Botong's hand was about to touch Wang Zhenting's Qingming Sword, a cold look flashed in Wang Zhenting's eyes, and a palm stretched out, retracting Zhou Botong's palm and holding his sword.

An unexpected look flashed in Zhou Botong's eyes. He looked at the seven Taoist priests who were less than a few steps away from him. His eyes turned and suddenly fell to the ground, shouting loudly: "Oh, I've hit someone, I've hit someone! I've grabbed things and hit someone!"

Looking at Zhou Botong rolling on the ground, Wang Zhenting twitched his mouth and his forehead hopped slightly.

"Uncle Master!!"

"Uncle Zhou!"

As several screams rang out, seven Taoist priests came to Zhou Botong and asked with concern.

"Oh, it's him. He didn't tell me that he had snatched the sword I found for your master, but he also injured me!" Zhou Botong held his head, his voice sounded very miserable.

Hearing Zhou Botong's words, a Taoist priest led by the seven people said cautiously: "This friend, I'm getting off Ma Yu, my uncle..."

"The evil thief! So bold! How dare I hurt my uncle!"

Before Ma Yu finished speaking, one of the Taoists raised their eyebrows and shouted loudly, pulled out the sword in their hand, and stabbed Wang Zhenting.

"Junior Brother Qiu!" Ma Yu's face changed.

Wang Zhenting rolled his eyelids and couldn't help but feel speechless about the other party's hot temper. Among the seven sons of Quanzhen, the only one who has such a hot temper... is Changchun Ziqiu Chuji.

The sword in Qiu Chuji's right hand was like a cold lightning, but Wang Zhenting didn't care at all. When the opponent's sword was about to stab him, he raised his palm, bounced his fingers and accurately landed on the opponent's sword.

"bite!"

With a light sound, the sword in Qiu Chuji's hand was bounced open, and the space door suddenly opened.

With a sneer, the sheathed sword gently patted the other party's chest.

"Bang!"

With a light sound, Qiu Chuji took a few steps in a row, his face looked ugly, and he roared, and rushed towards Wang Zhenting with his sword again.

Wang Zhenting frowned slightly and whispered: "I don't know what's wrong!"

The other six people left by Quanzhen’s seven sons. Except for Ma Yu, the other five were all angry, with long swords unsheathed, and attacked Wang Zhenting with Qiu Chuji.

Seeing this, Ma Yu sighed lightly and had to draw out his sword.

Wang Zhenting raised his eyebrows gently, moved his steps, and his body quickly passed through the seven people like a phantom.

"Smack and fuck!"

Seven crisp sounds in succession, the Qingming Sword with the scabbard slapped the seven people in the chest.

"Well!"

The seven people looked ugly, and they paused, covering their chests, and looked at Wang Zhenting with an ugly expression.

They never thought that the young man in front of them would be so skilled in martial arts!

Ma Yu gritted his teeth and shouted helplessly: "Tiangang Beidou Formation!"

This Tiangang Beidou Formation was originally taught to them by their master to capture Uncle Zhou, but unexpectedly it came in handy now.

With Ma Yu's light shout, the seven men formed a subtle formation with their swords, surrounding Wang Zhenting.

Wang Zhenting held the hilt of the Qingming Sword and snorted coldly. In a crisp sword sound, the Qingming Sword came out and turned into a green light. It flashed among the seven people with Wang Zhenting's figure.

Time seemed to have stopped for a moment.

"puff!"

The seven people spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time and flew backwards. When the seven people landed on the ground, accompanied by a crisp sound of the long sword returning to the sheath, the upper half of the sword in the seven people's hands fell down in one go.

The seven people's eyes were full of horror. They didn't see Wang Zhenting's movements clearly. They just felt a pain in their chest and flew out. The sword in their hands was cut off.

hiss!

Seven people gasped!

This young man's martial arts are so terrifying!

Oh no!

No matter what, they have made a fuss with each other, and even whether they can survive today depends on each other...

Thinking of this, Ma Yu's face changed and he turned around and shouted loudly, "Uncle Master! Go quickly! Uncle Master... Hum?"

Looking at Zhou Botong, who was sneaking to the window and half of his body was about to get out, Ma Yu's face froze.

When the other six people looked at each other, they were immediately confused!

At this moment, a sword gently rested on Ma Yu's neck, and a cold sound slowly rang.
Chapter completed!