It turns out that I am a peerless warrior

Following the order, all the masters of the Xuanwu Sect descended from the mountain.

"Master, I don\'t think it\'s good for us to rush down the mountain like this." After arriving at Pingjiang City, Yao Ling\'er said with a worried look.

"What\'s wrong? Shouldn\'t we avenge such a big revenge?" Ning Xuanwu said with a ferocious expression: "What\'s more, my two great treasures are still in the hands of that person, so can I just let them go?"

"No, Master, you misunderstood." Yao Ling\'er quickly explained: "Revenge must be avenged, and the two treasures must be retrieved. But we come to the door with such force. What if the other party is prepared?"

"Brothers Wuchen and Wufeng are a lesson learned from the past!"

"I think it\'s better for us to take a long-term approach."

Hearing this, Ning Xuanwu frowned. He had been overwhelmed by hatred before, but after Yao Ling\'er reminded him, it was true!

"By the way, haven\'t you been in contact with him?" Ning Xuanwu asked in a deep voice: "Then what kind of strength is he?"

Hearing this, Yao Ling\'er frowned.

With a solemn look in her eyes, she looked at Ning Xuanwu solemnly, and then said: "Master, this is why I want to remind you to consider the long term."

"His strength..."

Having said this, Yao Ling\'er took a deep breath and said solemnly: "I can\'t see through it."

"Can\'t see through?"

Ning Xuanwu couldn\'t help but frown.

"That\'s right, and it\'s not just the kind that can\'t be seen through, but the kind that can\'t capture his aura at all." Yao Ling\'er recalled that time and said with a frown: "If I hadn\'t seen him holding it with my own eyes,

Using the Cloak of Swiftness as a rag, knowing that the two senior brothers died in his hands, I\'m afraid I would still think that he was a mortal."

Yao Ling\'er\'s words made Ning Xuanwu frown even more tightly.

Looking back now, he found that he had overlooked a big problem.

Since Wufeng Wuchen could be easily beaten to ashes by him, it means that Yu Wujie did not lie that day, and it was not a smoke bomb released by Qingshan Gate.

This shows that the terrifying knife in Lu Qingshan\'s hand may have been made by this person.

If that\'s the case, will the Xuanwu Sect\'s attack on the door have any effect?

Will Ning Xuanwu be this person\'s opponent?

The answer is obvious. The sword he made can let Lu Qingshan chase him for three thousand miles. His true strength is probably unbelievable!

For a while.

Ning Xuanwu started to murmur in his heart and couldn\'t help but retreat.

However, when he thought of his two disciples, one of them had no body left, and every bone was used to feed the dogs, he couldn\'t swallow his breath.

"Then follow my orders and send a dead soldier to investigate first."

Obviously, Ning Xuanwu is not a brainless person.

After some careful consideration, I made this decision.

…

"Well, the weather is very comfortable today!"

In the yard, Yi Feng was lying on a deck chair, basking lazily and raising his eyes, so comfortable!

"Master, the gym has been cleaned. Do you have anything else to give me?" This was the first time for the martial arts gym to do this kind of general cleaning. Zhong Qing worked hard for two days to get the hygiene done.

Yi Feng glanced at Zhong Qing with relief.

This kid is really obedient.

"The rag fabric seems to be quite good. Don\'t waste it. You can dry it outside the door and keep it for future use." Yi Feng ordered softly.

"Yes, Master."

"Oh, by the way, the weather was quite humid the past few days. Let\'s take down the eighteen paintings in the front hall and dry them. But if you want to dry them in the yard, it won\'t be good if they are blown away by the wind.

"Yi Feng whispered again. Although these paintings look useless and are not worth much money if sold, they are still good to be used as decorations in the hall and to embellish the decoration of his martial arts hall.

Zhong Qing obeyed the instructions obediently.

First, he took down the eighteen paintings and dried them in the yard. Then he wiped the wall where the paintings were hung with a rag, and then dried the rags at the entrance of the martial arts hall.

"call!"

"call!"

At this time, several figures flickered towards me and fell into the darkness.

It was Ning Xuanwu and everyone from the Xuanwu Sect, and there was also a pale-faced young man beside them.

Obviously, the young man was the soldier they selected to go to the martial arts hall to find out information.

"Don\'t worry, if you can\'t come back, I will give your family and friends the best treatment. If you can come back, I will directly promote you to become a direct disciple. You can choose any one among all the elders to become your disciple." Ning Xuanwu photographed.

He patted the young man on the shoulder and gave him instructions.

"Master, look."

However, just as he finished his instructions, Yao Ling\'er\'s urgent voice came from beside him.

Following Yao Ling\'er\'s instructions, Ning Xuanwu immediately set his sights on the door of the martial arts hall, and his expression suddenly changed.

There.

A rag is hanging.

Dirty and knotted.

"hiss!"

"Cloak of Swiftness."

As soon as he saw this scene, Ning Xuanwu exploded. Although Yao Ling\'er had told him before, he saw his beloved treasure being used as a rag to dry out, and his anger burned.

provocative.

Chi Guoguo\'s provocation.

It\'s just so disrespectful.

"You bitch, you are a foreign thing. I swear that I will not be a human being until I kill you."

In an instant, Ning Xuanwu burst out with a monstrous force, chopped the ground with the sole of his foot, and was about to attack the martial arts hall.