Alienated Martial Arts

The warm winter sun slants down, dispersing the light frost and fog that shrouded the whole night.

But above the gate tower of the city wall, there is still a dense white mist that has not changed, maintaining its original appearance from beginning to end.

Ning Xuanzhen's eyes were slightly closed and he stood still, as if he had become indistinguishable from the masonry below.

He could vaguely sense that the Grandmaster who had traveled south from the Northern Wasteland was in the city, but he was hidden in the woods and in the sea, making it difficult to find his whereabouts.

This person can both reach perfection and return to nature.

With the spiritual blessing of Brahma, the method used seems to be the method of the Great Zhou Sect.

Ning Xuan really thought about this, and Gu Jing Bubo's mood couldn't help but have a ripple.

A day or two of waiting was nothing to him.

Ever since he broke through as a martial arts master, he had to sit on Qinglin Mountain for decades in order to fight against the spiritual will of Brahma. This had already become a habit, and it had become natural.

As long as you can find the slightest flaw in the other party, even if you wait here for more than ten days and nights, it is nothing worth mentioning.

Unknowingly, the bright sun broke through the clouds.

Spread more light and heat to the earth.

The residents in the Acropolis began to prepare lunch, and smoke rose one after another, bringing with them the aroma of various foods being cooked and stir-fried.

Ning Xuanzhen took out a pill and put it into his mouth. He quietly waited for the effect of the medicine to take effect. He kept his energy and mind at their peak, waiting for the opponent to fall behind in this endurance competition.

Time passed little by little.

Suddenly, an obscure energy appeared in the city.

It is incompatible with the human atmosphere of the entire Acropolis, standing out independently.

"If the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them; if they are piled up on the shore, the current will be turbulent."

Ning Xuanzhen sighed secretly. Although this difference only appeared for a moment, for him, he was able to target several people.

that's enough.

It's just that the other party has been hiding very well in front of him. Why at this moment, he suddenly couldn't hold back his breath?

Ning Xuanzhen did not move.

Even though he had looked through the void and saw the figure pushing out the door, and even recognized the other person's identity, he still maintained a solemn posture without any intention of taking action.

Because at the same time, he also noticed a sharp sword intent, approaching quickly from west to east.

In addition, in his perception, there seems to be a vague figure that may or may not exist, and has arrived in the Acropolis silently.

"There are two hiding in the city, and there is another one outside. They have made an appointment. Do they want to come together to play cards with me?"

Ning Xuanzhen suddenly laughed, the expression on his face slowly relaxed, and the fog surrounding him suddenly dispersed at this moment.

Revealing the figure full of darkness inside.

Luo Qingjun pushed the door open and came to the courtyard. He raised his head and looked towards the city tower. "The sharp sword energy from the Xiji Tibetan Sword Pavilion also has the meaning of returning to the void without leaving any trace. In addition, I, the Northern Wasteland Saint Master who went south to Qizhou, .

I would like to know how Dao Master Ning, who single-handedly protected Yuan Dao, should deal with today's complicated situation. "

"But the fire is still not strong enough, so I need to add more firewood."

At this point, her hands bloomed like flowers, dreamlike, and formed a concentric knot in front of her body.

"Ning Xuanzhen comes down the mountain, Yuan Dao is empty. You guys rush to Qinglin Mountain and send the old guy's disciples and grandsons to the underworld. This can be regarded as letting them go out to explore the road in advance and prepare a good front for the arrival of their own Taoist masters."

After the words fell, countless transparent silk threads poured out from under the skirt, covering the entire courtyard, and were still spreading in all directions, seemingly endlessly without stopping.

"Headmaster Luo is using the method of blood sacrifice here, I'm afraid it will harm Tianhe."

Gui Shufang's voice sounded slowly, but his tone was cold and indifferent, with no intention of stopping him at all.

"Life comes only after death, and only by letting go of the old can we welcome the new. Therefore, by killing people in the city, I am following God's will.

On the contrary, it is Senior Gui who has been clinging to it and violated the principles of formation, residence, destruction of emptiness, and the cycle of life and death. This is what truly harms the harmony of heaven and is not tolerated in the world. "

Silently, transparent silk threads sank into the bodies of residents one after another, greedily absorbing the essence of flesh and blood and devouring vitality.

Under the sunlight, the treacherous threads that turned bright red were densely packed, tangled and twisted, spreading out quickly like the blood-colored hair of a ghost.

Another piece of human skin floated in the wind, blocking the slanting sunlight and casting human-shaped shadows on the ground.

Suddenly, Luo Qingjun's eyes moved slightly and he turned his head to look to one side.

Even though it was blocked by the courtyard wall of the house, she could clearly sense that a slender figure appeared and disappeared, appearing and disappearing, and it had already arrived in front of the small courtyard occupied by strange silk.

"It turns out to be Sun Xiyue, and she is not dead."

"She is also surrounded by Brahma's malice. Is it also related to the disappearance of the blood lotus?"

"If that's the case, it would save me a lot of trouble."

"She was injured and she came specifically for me. Do you think I can't kill her?"

Luo Qingjun's thoughts flashed, and the seals in his hands changed again.

Suddenly all the treacherous threads surged like a big wave, rushing in one direction.

In an instant, the figure was completely submerged, leaving no gaps exposed.

Fighting broke out in the city without warning.

Ning Xuanzhen ignored this and didn't even take a look.

He only saw the man carrying the sword box on his back.

This is a man with white hair and a rather young appearance.

"A great martial arts master born from the Yin and Yang?"

"And he is the Yangji Grandmaster who is about to lose his vitality and enter the state of death."

The swordsman frowned slightly and reached out to hold the sword box behind his back.

Ning Xuanzhen had just opened his mouth, and before he could ask the other party why he was here, he saw a cold light shining on him, and he was already approaching in an instant.

At this moment, his body seemed to be frozen, with a feeling of coldness all around.

And along with this cold feeling came spring-like warmth, which silently soothed his spirit.

The two feelings appear at the same time, echo each other, and are full of contradictions, making people feel at a loss.

"These people are all lunatics. No wonder Emperor Wu wanted to exterminate them directly."

Ning Xuanzhen took a step forward, and instantly the clouds and mist locked him, including the cold light.

boom!

The moment the sword light appeared, the air was suddenly torn apart.

A figure seemed to have broken through the limitations of space and appeared in front of the black-clothed and white-haired swordsman without any warning.

Then he punched forward.

"The secret method of Yang pole, Hunyuan returns to unity!"

Ning Xuanzhen's punch fell, as if the entire void was turned upside down and fell forward together.

boom!

Below the city wall, countless brilliant sparks suddenly burst into the void.

The two figures intertwined and collided no less than a hundred times in an instant.

But it didn't have much impact on the surrounding environment.

Because the confrontation between the two was only within a narrow range, there was no aftermath that spilled out, but was absorbed by both sides.

But for both Ning Xuanzhen and the white-haired swordsman, this kind of battle is more dangerous. The fight is to move forward in a narrow encounter with a slim chance of victory.

Just a dozen breaths.

Click!

Ning Xuanzhen's left shoulder was pierced by a long sword, leaving a bloody hole from front to back.

At the same time, he withdrew his right hand from the swordsman's abdomen, tearing a piece of blood sausage that kept twisting between his fingers.

The two stumbled back, then rushed forward again at the same time, joining together.

When they separated for the second time, Ning Xuanzhen had no less than ten wounds that were deep enough to show the bones. Blood flowed out and soaked the clothes he was wearing.

Only half of the white-haired swordsman's three-foot green blade was left. There were two huge holes between the chest and abdomen, and one could even clearly see the squirming internal organs inside.

He glanced down, but his expression remained unchanged, "You are a member of the sect, but you have a dark and twisted true meaning of martial arts. It's really surprising."

"In my eyes, you people are the real lunatics,"

Ning Xuanzhen stretched out his hand to smooth the overturned wound, "Originally, I wanted to ask you why you came here. If you can solve the problem peacefully, try not to do anything. But in the end, you insist on seeking your own death."

Blood overflowed from the white-haired swordsman's mouth and he asked again, "What surprises me even more is that you clearly make me feel like you are about to die. Why can you still show such a tyrannical level of strength?"

"You don't understand my difficulties."

Ning Xuanzhen said calmly, "The closer I get to death, the stronger my strength will be. If you don't believe it, you can stab me a few more times to see if I am lying."

The white-haired swordsman remained silent and slowly turned the broken sword upside down, with the hilt upward and the sharp edge downward, creating a somewhat strange posture.

"Why, now you suddenly can't do it?"

A smile appeared on Ning Xuanzhen's face, "Actually, I can also help you."

Click!

Before he finished speaking, he slapped the shoulder wound with his palm.

Suddenly blood flew out and black energy surrounded him.

At this moment, Ning Xuanzhen took a step forward.

Like an old farmer working in the field, holding the grass in one hand and wielding a sickle in the other, he punched him in the head.

This punch!

The white-haired swordsman narrowed his eyes suddenly.

He only felt a majestic breath coming towards his face, which made his mind shaken and even his sword intention became scattered.

He stopped shouting and his momentum skyrocketed.

The sword light was connected in a series, layer upon layer, drawing arcs that seemed to be closed in front of him in an instant.

Just a moment of contact, and the endless sword light was torn and pierced by a punch.

He could only keep retreating, trying to trade space for time, waiting for the boxing power to change from prosperity to decline.

But after retreating from a distance of nearly a hundred feet, he had reached his mental and physical limits, but the power of his fist remained unabated, and even became more violent as it waxed and waned.

Click!

He crushed a pebble and stopped suddenly.

"The closer you are to death, the stronger you become!?"

The swordsman's eyes were full of madness, as if he was returning the sword to its sheath, but instead stabbed him in the chest with his backhand.

"All things are created to nourish people. People have nothing to repay to God. Kill them!"

He suddenly pulled out the broken sword, slashed out a bloody sword light, and met the fist falling in the air.

boom!

A thunder exploded on the official road outside the city.

And at the same time, thousands of silk threads in the city danced wildly, and immediately merged into one place.

Blood gushed out from Sun Xiyue's seven orifices, cutting off countless tentacles piercing her body. After falling to the ground, she crashed through the roof of a building and was immediately buried under the collapsed ruins.

Immediately afterwards, the silk threads swarmed in and completely occupied the entire ruins, but the looming figure disappeared.

"What exactly is Sun Xiyue going to do?"

"She was surrounded by Brahma's evil thoughts, she was wounded by a sword, and she suffered my Brahma's blood sacrifice. Even if she escaped, I'm afraid she wouldn't survive for a few days."

Luo Qingjun frowned slightly, but immediately retreated in the opposite direction.

"If you don't break, you don't stand. After breaking, you stand. This little girl can obviously wait for Brahma's evil thoughts to dissipate on their own, but she insists on confronting Brahma's birth. She is also an out-and-out ruthless person."

Gui Shufang suddenly changed the topic, "The great swordsman of Hidden Sword Pavilion is dead, Ning Xuanzhen was also seriously injured. Head Luo was hardly injured in this confrontation, so why did he evacuate this place in a hurry?"

"Ning Xuan really wants me to find him, so he can wait for the old man to die on his own. Why should I put myself in danger?"

Luo Qingjun's whole body was filled with strange threads, and he led her towards the north at lightning speed. "Why don't we let him return to Qinglin Mountain and see that he is the only one left in such a large sect. It would be quite interesting to think about this scene."

Gui Shufang was silent for a moment, "Are the people you brought to Qizhou planning to make a simplified Brahma Jiao on Qinglin Mountain? It is indeed interesting to think so."

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In the evening, the sky is filled with colorful clouds.

The carriage stopped slowly at a three-way intersection.

Beiwu came down from the top and watched the carriage go further and further away, quickly disappearing from the end of his sight. Then he turned around and headed in the opposite direction.

Even now, when he thinks about this encounter, he can't help but feel waves in his heart.

In fact, he had noticed the carriage early and didn't pay much attention to it at first. He only took a glance and prepared to pass it by.

However, when the two sides approached a certain distance, Beiwu suddenly realized that something seemed not quite right.

In order to suppress the Youshen Thorn, he had been in a state of communion between heaven and man, but was suddenly interrupted by a malicious wave coming from the carriage, disturbing his mind.

Bei Wu felt like a young lamb, meeting a vicious wolf hidden in the depths of darkness, nakedly facing the opponent's unabashedly brutal and bloody gaze.

Maybe the next moment it will be disemboweled and torn into large and small pieces.

In addition, there are those scarlet tentacles that are as red as blood, which actually solved the life and death problem that had troubled him for a long time.

They do more than that.

Under the influence of those scarlet threads, he even felt that his long-stagnant cultivation realm was loosening, and there were signs of further improvement.

This alone is enough to make Beiwu, the master of Southern Xinjiang, marvel and admire him.

At this moment, his energy was restrained, his steps were light, and he completely lost the weakness and fatigue caused by the serious injury before.

His mental state has also returned to intact, even better than when he was in Beixu Town.

Not long after, when night really fell.

Beiwu stopped beside a forest.

Ahead is the majestic Qizhou Fucheng.

Like a giant beast lying prone on the earth, quietly waiting for sleep in the middle of the night.

He was silent for a moment, thinking about what the person ordered him to do. Even now, he still doesn't believe it is true.

It’s not that the task is difficult to complete, but that it’s too simple.

He only needs to enter Qizhou Fucheng, find a place to live in the Nancheng area, and then do whatever he wants. There are no other restrictions at all.

And that person's only request is that if he senses the Qi of Grandmaster Qinglian or Grandmaster Beihuang in the city, he doesn't even need to directly attack them. He only needs to send out a signal and wait for someone to come and contact him. yes.

This kind of day is more relaxed and comfortable than when I was in Beixu Town.

Apart from being unable to return to southern Xinjiang for the time being, this is simply Beiwu's favorite way of life.

Quietly, he sneaked into the city and walked slowly along the brightly lit long streets, experiencing the prosperous scene that he had not seen for a long time, and suddenly he felt like he was in another world.

In another direction, the carriage stopped at the foot of Qinglin Mountain.

Qingying and others entered Qinglin Villa to rest.

Wei Tao went up the mountain at night and headed straight for the inner gate.

Above the sky, fish-scale clouds slowly gathered, and below was the thick fog that gradually rose as night fell, covering most of Qinglin Mountain, making it difficult to see its true appearance.

As he continued to climb upward, Wei Tao disappeared silently into the heavy fog, and then continued to wind up along the narrow stone steps. Soon after, he finally stood at the end of the mountain road and looked up at the full-filled building in front of him. It is a tall stone gate with vicissitudes of life.

After the stone gate, there is a complex of palaces standing on the top of Qinglin Mountain.

It was the first time that Wei Tao observed the Yuanyi Mountain Gate from this angle on a winter night, and he felt an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes of ancient aura slowly rising from the halls, lingering around.

This breath seems to exist, but it doesn't seem to exist, giving people a strange feeling that cannot be explained.

It seems to have traveled from distant ancient times, full of the smell of decline and turbidity, but it is also like a new bud, filled with infinite possibilities of vitality.

Qinglin Hall.

Wei Tao appeared quietly in front of the main hall in the center of the inner gate without alerting anyone.

There was no one inside.

Dao Master Ning, who was supposed to be sitting in the hall meditating, did not know where he had gone.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but he sat down on his usual wooden chair, lit the red candle for lighting, and raised the small stove to boil water.

Then he slowly closed his eyes, fell into samadhi in the orange candlelight, and began to perceive the mysterious artistic conception of each external Taoist technique.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound from the palace door.

Wei Tao woke up from his reverie, slowly opened his eyes, and saw a slender figure in a high crown and robe, slowly walking in from outside.

After she came in, she stood still inside the door, her autumn eyes sparkling, and she showed a faint smile to him.

He stayed still, his gaze fell into her seemingly bottomless eyes, and he responded with a gentle smile.

The two of them were separated by a desk, only a few steps at most.

Their eyes intertwined in the void, and they moved away after a long time.

Wei Tao was silently lost in thought, seemingly unwilling to break the tranquility.

Ni Hao half lowered his head and played with a jade pendant hanging at his waist with his slender jade fingers, not knowing what he was thinking.

Time passed little by little, and the candle on the desk continued to burn quietly, but it did not become shorter.

Suddenly, she let out a faint sigh, "Junior Brother Wei was injured when he went down the mountain this time."

"Furthermore, I see that junior brother is mentally exhausted and sleepy. It seems that there is something wrong with the martial arts artistic conception of the harmony between heaven and man."

Wei Tao nodded, "This time when I went down the mountain, I met a Qinglian Sanren who was going up the river. He wanted to cause trouble for me, and then I could only have a fight with him by the Luoshui River."

"To be able to injure Junior Brother Wei, this person must be no ordinary person."

Ni Xun had a concerned expression on his face, "Junior brother, do you know who that person is?"

"His name is Wu Hao, and he claims to be a Yuesan member of the Qinglian Sect."

Wei Tao stood up from the wooden chair and poured a cup of tea for each of them. "This is also the first time I heard this name."

"Wu Hao, is he actually a Yue San person among the three San people of the demon sect?"

Ni Hao was slightly startled, and after a moment he said thoughtfully, "Not long ago, the teacher sensed that Grandmaster Qinglian was heading north to Qizhou. Could it be that he was talking about Wu Hao?"

"Ren Yuesan and I met in Luoshui. Can the Taoist master sense it even in Qinglin Mountain?"

Wei Tao raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then asked, "Where's the Taoist Master, why didn't his old man stay in Qinglin Hall this time when he returned to the mountain?"

Ni Hao's eyes flashed and he spoke slowly, "Teacher used the spiritual power of the Great Brahma to sense the approach of two breaths at the same time.

In addition to Grandmaster Qinglian who went north to Qizhou, there were also people who went south from Beihuang and went straight to the capital of Qizhou. Now it seems that the teacher should have gone to the north and stopped the Grandmaster of Beihuang. "

She picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then turned to look at the dark night outside the door, "Counting the time, if the other party had not restrained his aura and concealed his whereabouts, the teacher should have found the real owner long ago."

Thinking of the Beihuang shemale who suddenly had no news anymore, Wei Tao suddenly realized.

It turned out that Dao Master Ning took the first step and intercepted the person halfway, without giving the other party a chance to continue southward.

Ni Hao said, "Teacher has mentioned before that the Yue San people of the Qinglian Sect were chased and suppressed by the sect thirty years ago, and then disappeared without a trace.

At that time, many people thought he was dead, but they did not expect that it would be today that he would be defeated at the hands of his junior brother. "

Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered something, and when she looked at Wei Tao, her eyes suddenly became brighter and more moving.

"I was only worried about my junior brother's injury just now, but I didn't notice that you have actually broken through the barrier above the mysterious sense and reached the state of a master who is the incarnation of heaven and man."

Her tone was full of admiration and joy, "I have always known that my junior brother's cultivation progress has been rapid, and he is not at the same level as others, but to be so fast is completely beyond my expectations.

And being able to kill the Yue San people of the Qinglian Sect, doesn't it mean that Junior Brother Wei will go straight to Yinji Yangsheng when he first becomes a master? "

"You must know that as early as thirty years ago, Wu Kuai was transformed into a human being and became a master of the Yinji. Although he was severely injured and escaped after being attacked by the sect, perhaps his foundation was damaged because of this, which would affect his subsequent progress in cultivation.

But after such a long time, this person is hiding in the demon sect's place of death to recuperate. In any case, he should have advanced to the level of Yangji Grandmaster. "

In front of her, Wei Tao had nothing to hide, "Yue Sanren is indeed a master of Yangji, and his level of strength is indeed extraordinary. Even I have a hard time dealing with it.

But I was lucky. He misjudged the situation at the beginning of the fight and suffered a big loss. Otherwise, it would not have been easy to keep this person in the fight. "

"Junior Brother Wei is always so humble."

Hearing this, Ni Hao smiled brightly and said, "Granny Yu once told me before that whether it is talent, willpower, or luck, no matter how you describe it, it doesn't matter how important you compare it.

But in a life-and-death battle between warriors, there is no point in discussing these matters. "

After a pause, she sighed quietly, "At that time, there will only be victory or defeat in life and death, and everything else will be empty."

Neither of them spoke for a while.

Wei Tao sat there with his eyes closed to relax.

Ni Hao took a sip of tea.

It wasn't until she finished drinking the entire cup of tea that Wei Tao raised his head and asked with some confusion, "I remember that the Taoist master has rarely gone down the mountain for decades. Is there any reason?"

"I only found out the reason recently."

Ni Hao thought about it and said slowly, "Speaking of which, the fact that the teacher is sitting in the mountain has something to do with the Brahma spirit in Beihuang."

She told it in detail, and finally sighed quietly.

"After all, our Yuan Yiyi is one of the seven sects of the sect. The reason why we chose Qinglin Mountain as the site was because it is one of the few blessed places in Qizhou. In addition, it can be regarded as accumulated through inheritance for many generations, so the teacher lives in Qinglin Palace forever. In this way, Reduce the erosion caused by Brahma’s spiritual will.”

Wei Tao nodded and was about to say something, but suddenly his face darkened and he turned to look at the half-opened palace door.

The candlelight flowed out along the crack of the door, reflecting a pale yellow light strip outside the hall.

And outside the light belt, everything is occupied by deep and thick darkness.

Click!

The porcelain cup in Ni Hao's hand cracked without warning, and the hot tea flowed down between his fingers and dripped on the ground.

The two looked at each other, stood up at the same time, and were out of the palace door in an instant.

At the gate of Yuanyidao Mountain, two disciples on duty were discussing their cultivation experiences.

At this moment, there was a soft snap.

There seemed to be light footsteps coming from down the mountain along the mountain wind.

The two of them didn't pay much attention to this and were still communicating with each other in a low voice.

Snap!

There was another soft sound, much clearer than before.

There were also wisps of chill mixed in the mist, and the stone steps below were even covered in frost visible to the naked eye.

The two inner disciples finally reacted.

One person carefully looked down, while the other quickly ran towards the warning bell.

The footsteps seemed to get closer, and then stopped outside the tall stone door.

The inspecting inner disciple's eyes suddenly trembled, and he felt a coldness rising from the bottom of his heart, and instantly hit his whole body.

All he saw was a darkness flowing like water.

It is engulfing the stone steps leading to the inner door step by step, and is spreading upwards faster and faster.

Driven by the darkness that seemed to come to life, he involuntarily retreated backwards. It was like a ball of cotton was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even say a word.

Even the inner disciple who went to ring the bell stood frozen, as if he had turned into a statue.

Snap!

Darkness flows and footsteps ring again.

It didn't sound like one person, but more like many people marching together.

Under the pressure of the dark aura, the two Yuanyi disciples gasped for breath, like fish out of water, about to die from lack of oxygen.

At this moment, the inky darkness suddenly condensed.

Then slowly dissipated and disappeared.

A figure with nine black robes and black robes connected by silk threads appeared inside.

Their faces were white and expressionless, like dead bodies hanging on a spider web, appearing in front of Yuanyidao's door without any warning.

The inner disciple who was about to ring the bell shivered, and suddenly regained his ability to move, and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

His heel got caught on a step and he almost fell over.

Fortunately, a warm hand held his shoulder, so he didn't sit directly on the ground.

"You go back first and leave this place to me."

Wei Tao's gentle voice sounded slowly.

"Wei Daozi."

His eyes turned red and he almost cried.

"The demon sect's Green Lotus Killing Formation?" The fragrance floated, and Ni Hao appeared beside the two of them.

"It's not the Green Lotus Killing Formation, but the Beihuang Silk Battle Formation."

Wei Tao shook his head slowly, with a thoughtful expression on his face, "Two grandmasters, seven profound senses, connected by treacherous threads, and connected by qi. It is much more powerful than the cavalry battle formation I saw back then."

Speaking of this, he suddenly became silent.

The Guan Shen Qi Technique was used with all its strength, landing on the translucent threads between the nine figures, watching them grow upwards, pointing towards the dark sky.

Suddenly I felt like I was being spied on.

It's as if there really is a pair of eyes, looking down from high above.

"This feeling is definitely not the ordinary Northern Wilderness Silk Battle Formation."

Wei Tao slowly exhaled a breath and took a step forward to block Ni Hao behind him.

"This is a simplified Brahma Jiao, which can directly suppress the true meaning of our martial arts. However, looking at the situation of these Northern Wilderness warriors, it seems that it is slightly different from forty years ago."

An old female voice sounded quietly, and Grandma Yu, Elder Wan, Elder Chong and others came hand in hand and appeared under the stone gate at the same time.

"Xiao Tao and Hao'er will leave first with the other disciples. We old guys have been tortured by mystical thoughts for a long time. We hope we can carry them on for a while and buy you some time to retreat..."

"With disciples here, how can we let the elders put their lives in danger?"

Wei Tao took another step and stood in front of everyone.

"Ni Hao, take your Junior Brother Wei and leave immediately."

Granny Yu sighed, "If you haven't experienced it, you don't know what a terrifying experience it is to have the true meaning of martial arts blocked."

"Teacher, there is no need to worry. Disciples are indeed not afraid that the true meaning of the martial arts they practice will be suppressed."

Wei Tao took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, "It can force him to be strong. The breeze blows on the hills. Now that the disciple has even broken the true meaning of martial arts, he wants to see what this simplified version of the Brahma Jiao can suppress. "