City: I have a perverted martial arts system

The three of them started heading northeast.

Stopped and walked and replenished some food.

Xiaowan was weak and was very excited at first, chattering non-stop.

Later, he looked tired and fell asleep on Si Jincheng's back.

Si Jincheng was inevitably traumatized again.

After three hours of traveling quickly, they finally arrived at their destination.

I have to say that these sects are really good at finding places.

Baiyao Gate is built surrounded by mountains, surrounded by lush trees, birds singing and flowers fragrant.

White mist lingers, and cranes seem to be chirping in the sky, making it feel like entering a fairyland.

It's a pity that the people who live here are not immortals.

"who?"

There were two disciples on duty at the gate of the mountain, shouting at the three of them.

One of them recognized Si Jincheng and exclaimed: "Si Jincheng! It's you, the traitor! And that woman, junior sister, can be saved!"

With two clanging sounds, two disciples drew out their long swords, and one of them said: "Si Jincheng, you betrayed the master secretly, come up with me and apologize to the master!"

"Quack!"

Luo Yan punched two people in succession, blowing their heads off.

"You guys should find a place to rest first and see how I destroy this demon sect."

"Brother Luo, be careful!"

Seeing Luo Yan kill Mo Shaowei with his own eyes, Si Jincheng gained a little more confidence in him.

At that moment, he supported Xiaowan and sat under the mountain gate, making up his mind that if Luo Yan lost to his master, he and Xiaowan would commit suicide here and die together with their junior sister.

Whoosh whoosh——

Dozens of disciples poured out of Bai Yao Sect, all holding weapons.

"The brave thief dares to break into my Baiyao Gate privately?"

"Si Jincheng, the nurturing grace of our sect is greater than heaven, and you actually colluded with outsiders to harm your fellow sect?"

"I will kill you!"

"Be careful of hurting the woman next to him. You are strong when you are strong. The only shortcoming is that you cannot control your emotions."

Luo Yan glanced at the disciple who was known as "Stronger, Stronger". He had a horse face, bare hands, and a fierce look in his eyes.

It really looks like "I can't control how much I send".

Luo Yan hurried up to greet him.

"You, come out!"

He named the horse-faced disciple.

"Very good, you succeeded in irritating me!"

The horse-faced disciple shook his head, relaxed his muscles and bones, and looked at Luo Yan with the eyes of a dead man.

Luo Yan punched forward, and there was a sound of cracking silk in the air.

"Well?"

The horse-faced disciple's pupils shrank sharply and he raised his fist hastily.

Luo Yan's speed was so fast that he couldn't even see where the fist was coming from.

With a bang, his chest collapsed, his eyes popped out, and he flew ten meters away.

"Very good, you succeeded...wow!"

He spat out a mouthful of minced meat, fell on his back, and stopped moving.

The rest of the disciples' breathing was stagnant and they took a step back neatly.

Are you kidding me? Senior Brother Ma's strength among this group of people is as high as the ceiling. Who dares to go up and die?

As the saying goes, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Under Yuan Houren's rule, almost all people were greedy for life and afraid of death.

Disciples, you push me, but you dare not come forward.

"If you don't come up, I'm going to take action!"

Luo Yan took out the black iron sword and rushed into the crowd.

The black iron sword was swung up and turned into a large iron rod. Wherever it went, heads rolled around and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

With only about ten breaths, the disciples died and were injured.

Blood stained the entire stone staircase of the mountain gate.

Luo Yan walked up the stone staircase and shouted loudly at the sect's main hall: "Yuan Houren, you treat human life like a piece of grass, you are hypocritical, you have a human face and a beast's heart! Hurry up and take your beastly daughter and come out to die!"

Whoosh whoosh——

Just after calling, a figure in a blue robe flashed out from the main hall.

Before the person arrived, he had already raised his hand, and a series of hidden weapons were released by him.

"Brother Luo, be careful. He is the third disciple of Yuan Houren. He is a master of hidden weapons and poison techniques. Hidden weapons are full of poison, and you will die if you touch them."

Si Jincheng reminded loudly.

"Master?"

A sneer flashed from the corner of Luo Yan's lips, he took a slight step forward to avoid the hidden weapon, twisted an ice soul silver needle in his hand and threw it out.

The third disciple knew how powerful it was, and his eyes were as wide as a bull's eye, trying to figure out where the silver needle came from.

Unfortunately, Luo Yan's power was too great and the silver needle was small. By the time he discovered it, the silver needle was already close at hand.

However, as a master of hidden weapons, he still has certain abilities.

"Hey!"

With a loud shout, the third disciple turned around quickly, and the silver needle flew out past him.

Only 0.1 cm would hit his skin.

In his hurry, he could still see a kind of white light shining on the silver needle, which looked like poison.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt pain in his back, followed by numbness, which quickly spread throughout his body.

Very obvious symptoms of poisoning.

"What!?"

The third disciple was shocked and touched it with his hand, and sure enough he felt half a silver needle stuck in his back.

It turned out that after Luo Yan gave out the first shot, he secretly gave out another shot.

The third disciple pulled out the silver needle with force and threw it on the ground.

Then I found that the palm of my hand was also black.

"Hiss—this poison is so overbearing!"

The third disciple suddenly lost all his souls. He quickly took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, took an antidote pill, and sat on the ground to exercise his energy to resist the poison.

Unfortunately, he still couldn't stop the poison from spreading. He panicked, raised the porcelain bottle, and poured the detoxification pills into his mouth as if he didn't need money.

Halfway down, his hand froze, and with a bang, the porcelain bottle fell to the ground and shattered.

After a while, the third disciple was foaming at the mouth, his hands and feet were twitching, and he looked like he was dead.

Speaking of using poison, although the Ice Soul Silver Needle is only C-level, it is also a vicious hidden weapon that once made King Jinlun, Huang Yaoshi, Yang Guo and others avoid it.

How could a little disciple of Bai Yao Sect withstand this?

"Who else--"

Luo Yan shouted arrogantly towards the main hall.

At this moment, another group of people rushed out of the hall.

The middle-aged man in the middle has a beard, a lean figure, wearing smart clothes, and his steps are as solid as a rock.

"Brother Luo, this man is Yuan Youren's second disciple. He is a skilled thrower, and he is superb at short fighting and grappling. He is unrivaled among the hundreds of medicine sects. Yuan Youren relies heavily on him. He does not need him to grow medicine, he only needs to concentrate.

Just practice."

Si Jincheng began to explain again.

"Short fighting and grappling? I'm good at it."

Luo Yan grasped the air with both hands, then raised his head and looked at the second disciple provocatively.

The hand he uses is the E-level martial arts splitting muscle and bone.

"Huh, looking for death!"

The second disciple jumped nearby, turned his hands into claws, and grabbed Luo Yan's wrist.

His strength is domineering and his moves are fierce, as if he has countless back-up moves.

"Little trash!"

Luo Yan was scornful, and suddenly put his fingers together to form a sword, and sent out a powerful Vajra Finger strike.

The power of the fingers is invincible, and the speed is as fast as a giant.

With a click, the second disciple's elbow was hit by him. He let out a miserable scream, and his entire arm was penetrated by him, with the white bones exposed.

"You don't respect martial ethics. You promised to fight and capture..."

The second disciple bared his teeth and turned pale.

Half of his arm was hanging alone in the air, looking really miserable.

"I never promised you a short attack. But since you have a request, then it will be as you wish."

Luo Yan strode forward, his hands flying out in turn, forming into fingers, fists, palms, or claws.

Just hearing a cracking sound, the second disciple's major joints were hit.

Snapped!!

After a while, the second disciple fell next to the third disciple.

The whole body was broken and turned into a limp body, with air coming in and out.

"The second and third disciples have come out, is it time for the senior brother?"

Luo Yan asked Si Jincheng.

Si Jincheng was completely impressed by Luo Yan's magical skills. Just as he was about to speak, a cold voice suddenly sounded at the door of the hall:

"Bold madman! Do you want to single-handedly challenge my entire Hundred Medicine Sect?"

The head of Bai Yao Sect, Yuan Houren, led his eldest disciple Qi Fei and a group of disciples and walked out of the main hall.

Next to Yuan Houren stood a middle-aged man in a python robe, with a sword hanging on his waist, his eyes half-closed, and a stern look.