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You have fallen like this, how proud you are!

Do you really think of yourself as the former young master of a 2-star sect? If you invite her to such a ghost place, she will never come again.

As the two of them walked slowly down, they saw many small black spots suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain. They gathered in a pile and were going up the stairs. As they got closer, Shihua's face became serious.

Looking at the people at the foot of the mountain, the expressions on their faces gradually became complicated. He glanced back thoughtfully, seeming to be hesitating about something.

Just as he was hesitating, Li Yuemi suddenly took Shihua's hand and rushed into the dense forest on the side without looking back, "What are you thinking? If the elders see us coming to the Immortal Sect privately, they will definitely not treat us lightly."

Ours.”

"I didn't expect it to come so quickly." Shihua, who was hiding in the dense forest, couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that something big has happened if Elder Yang brings people to the Immortal Sect at this time."

"This is a good show!"

"What?"

"Think about it, Elder Yang is an out-and-out member of the backing sect, and he is on the same level as the Immortal Sect. He came here today and brought more than a dozen people with him. He didn't come here to cause trouble. Could it be that he was here to drink tea and chat together?

?" After Li Yuemi laughed a few times with gloating, he poked Shihua beside him with his elbow, "You're not trying to tip off Wen Ping, are you?"

"Ah! No..."

When he said this, Shihua was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"There is no best, that kind of person should be taught a lesson. Are you so self-righteous? Do you really think you are great?"

After saying that, Li Yuemi made no sound anymore. She didn't walk out of the forest until she heard the footsteps passing in front of them and getting far away. Because she was afraid of being seen, she hurried towards the foot of Yunlan Mountain.

Although I longed for the scene when Elder Yang went up the mountain and Wen Ping was so suppressed that he did not dare to speak loudly, he was afraid that he would be seen and had to leave first.

Fortunately, it doesn't matter whether you watch it or not, there is only one ending.

…

It's dusk.

The red clouds on the horizon slowly extended to the top of the mountain, covering the landscape in front of us with a red veil.

Led by Yang Hua, the elder of the backing sect with gray hair on his temples, a group of thirteen people climbed to the top of Yunlan Mountain with overwhelming momentum and stood in front of the empty main hall. Yang Hua stood where he was.

Without moving, the people behind him dispersed in all directions.

It didn't take long for everyone to come back. When they returned, someone escorted Uncle Wang and appeared under the stone tiger in front of the main hall.

Yang Hua glanced coldly at the old man in front of him, and asked calmly: "Old man, where is the sect master?"

"Where is your sect master? I don't know." Uncle Wang cast a strange look at the other party, thinking that this person has lost his sect master, so why would he ask such a bad old man?

However, seeing the other party's fierce look, he did not dare to express his thoughts, so he could only mutter a few words in his heart.

snort!

A cold snort came.

Yang Hua shook off the so-called patronage elder's demeanor and gripped the hilt of the sword angrily like a scoundrel.

Immediately afterwards there was the sound of a long sword being unsheathed, and a white light shot out from the scabbard on the back, suddenly falling on Uncle Wang's shoulder.

After all, Uncle Wang was just an ordinary person. He had stayed in the Immortal Sect for so many years and was just sweeping the floor. The sight of the sword on his neck was so frightening that he almost collapsed to the ground. After being restrained by the people from the Patron Sect,

From time to time, he glanced sideways at the sharp sword on his shoulder.

Maybe if you get even one finger closer, you'll die.

Yang Hua was not moved when he saw this, his expression was still so cold. In his heart, even if the other person was an ordinary person, as long as he was connected to the Immortal Sect, his sword would not show mercy. And he was here to do something today.

, if you don’t show the Immortal Sect’s people a little color, they won’t know how to be afraid.

Although he didn't know why the Immortal Sect suddenly got Jiang Yueye's help, he knew that even with or without the Hundred Sect Alliance, the Immortal Sect was still in the pocket of the backing sect, and no one could change this fact.

Then he asked again in a cold voice: "Tell me, where is the child Wen Ping? If you don't tell me, I will kill you with one sword!"

The sword edge penetrated deeply again, reaching Uncle Wang's neck.

Just touching it lightly caused a thin wound on Uncle Wang's neck, and the blood stained the sword's edge red.

"stop!"

Wen Ping, who had arrived late from Fengyu Pavilion, appeared at the woods on the side of the main hall. After seeing that Uncle Wang was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief, then walked to the front of the main hall and looked coldly at Yang Hua and others in front of him.

, said: "Is your patronage so unbearable? Even an ordinary old man would be bullied."

If possible, Wen Ping really wanted to walk over and give him a hard kick in the crotch.

How can one be so mean as a human being?

Forget about stabbing someone in the back. After all, it involves the law of survival of the fittest. Wen Ping can accept the fact that the Immortal Sect was disintegrated by them, and he will definitely do the same in the future when he becomes a patron sect.

But a 13th-level body-refining monk threatened an old man of nearly a hundred years with a sword, which he despised.

Yang Hua smiled instead of getting angry and said: "It is indeed different from the past. The former young master of the Immortal Sect has grown up."

Wen Ping didn't look at him, and didn't want to care what he said. He just looked at the sword on Uncle Wang's shoulder, and then said: "Elder Yang, I'm here, shouldn't you put down the sword in your hand?

"

Yang Hua smiled, but the sword still did not move, and said proudly: "Are you disappointed that no one from the City Lord's Mansion came to help you?"

"If you wanted to give me a blow, you did it."

"If you want to save this old guy, how about we make a deal?"

"What deal?"

In fact, he knew that even if he didn't ask, Yang Hua would definitely tell him.

Yang Hua glanced at the man in black beside him, who immediately took out a gold ticket from his arms, with a large face value - 5,000 gold.

"For 5,000 gold, sell Yaoshan and Feijiashan to me."

"What if I say no?"

"Then I will kill him, and then make the Immortal Sect uneasy. Maybe you think the City Lord's Mansion will definitely help you, but if the Immortal Sect completely disappears, do you think the City Lord's Mansion will fight with us for a disappearing force?

Are the backing sects at odds with each other?"

To be honest, he is not afraid that Wen Ping will not sell it.

There are a hundred ways in his mind to make Wen Ping surrender, and using people from the Immortal Sect to blackmail him is just one of them.

It doesn't matter if Wen Ping abandons this old man. As a 13th level body refining monk, he only needs one finger to make the so-called young sect master in front of him disappear from this world. This is easier and does not cost 5,000 gold!

Those people in the Presbyterian Church were just too cautious, thinking that the Immortal Sect would have some back-ups. They really thought that a skinny camel was bigger than a horse.

He believed that Wen Ping himself could understand this simple truth.