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"Ha ha!"

Huaiye looked at Hahaha who was struggling to stand up, and his eyes couldn't help but shed tears.

Because she brought Haha here.

Wen Ping grabbed Yun Liao, who was so angry that he wanted to punish Yang Hua. When he was grabbed on the shoulder, Yun Liao didn't understand why he did this. He had thought that maybe Wen Ping was afraid and didn't dare to talk to his backer Zong Zheng.

Face to face.

"metropolitan?"

Yun Liao was about to break away from Wen Ping's hand in confusion.

Wen Ping did not answer him, but looked at Yang Hua in the distance with a lifeless face, and said something lightly. In fact, it was impossible to say, because every word that came out of his mouth had no emotional color at all.

.

"Yang Hua, if you left just now, I wouldn't make it difficult for you. Now, you can never leave."

"It's up to you!"

Yang Hua responded coldly.

who is he?

The number one person in the Patron Sect Sword Sect, not to mention the so-called Elder Yun in front of him, even if everyone in the Immortal Sect put together, no one can stop him if he wants to leave. As a 13th level body refining monk, it doesn’t mean that strength wins.

If you kill him, you will definitely kill him.

No matter how powerful your fist is, is it as sharp as a sword?

But when he turned around and was about to teach Huai Ye a lesson, the temperature around him suddenly rose, and a heat hit his heart involuntarily. He couldn't help but loosen his collar and saw the expressions of the people next to him.

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The 12 people were all looking in the same direction, their faces ashen as death.

If they look like they want to sing in an opera, they don't need to apply white fuel at all, because their faces are already white to the core.

Fear and terror filled the eyes of the 12 people!

"Ghost!"

"Oh my god - please don't block me."

The 12 people fled back in unison.

But before they could escape far, a line of fire passed over their heads, and the Ghost Rider's hellish Haha fell behind them, blocking their way.

Haha, he pounced and knocked down one person.

After one gulp, the man became silent.

The disciples of the Patron Sect who saw this scene were so frightened that they lost their minds.

"Help!"

Several people stumbled and collapsed to the ground. Every time Haha took a step forward, they moved back several times.

"Hahaha--"

Just when Yang Hua was about to speak, he suddenly noticed a deep laughter coming from behind, as if his mouth was covered by something, and then a hand fell on his shoulder.

The fingertips, like irons, melted his clothes and stuck tightly to his skin, causing him to grit his teeth in pain. When he turned his head, when he saw the face holding his thing in front of him, the fear on his face was no less than that of the 12 people.

The flaming skeleton, with two skeletal hands grasping his shoulders, was laughing.

The laughter penetrated into his ears, and he did not feel that it was a human voice. The laughter seemed to come from deep underground, from the endless Shura hell.

Wen Ping's voice came faintly, "They all belong to you!"

"Ha ha--"

Ghost Rider laughed again.

The mountain dog that fell down also barked a few times, as if it could no longer resist the urge to kill Yang Hua.

Yang Hua is not an ordinary person. After being captured, he sensed the crisis of life and death, so how could he dare to hold anything back.

The sword rose in his hand and stabbed directly towards the Ghost Rider's heart.

After the long sword entered his body, Yang Hua was pushed away by the Ghost Rider. He flew five or six meters before landing. As soon as he landed, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Block it! It has been stabbed by me and is seriously injured. Whoever can take him down will be accepted as my true disciple."

Yang Hua almost despaired of throwing away the temptation of true disciples. Among the patrons, the true disciples of an elder were equivalent to the future elders of the patron sect. Their status was so high that except for those who needed to be wary of the elders and the sect leader, no one else had to pay attention to them.

What the practice seeks is the power to control one's own life and control others, and these can be realized instantly as long as one becomes a true disciple.

If you have this kind of status, you can definitely walk sideways in Cangwu City without fear of anyone.

From then on, ordinary family members will be proud of him, dignitaries will visit his door to fawn over him, wives and concubines will come to his door, and when he has no money, someone will send him money... This is not a joke, but a real reality.

However, Yang Hua underestimated people's fear of the unknown, especially the horror of seeing the Gu family burning in flames.

"Run quickly!"

"My legs are weak, please pull me... don't go... pull me... don't you like my wife? I can give her to you."

However, no matter how much the man shouted, when they saw the Ghost Rider heading towards Yang Hua, they all looked around and climbed up, then ran as fast as they could down the stone steps.

But they can’t escape Haha’s pursuit!

Screams were heard one after another in the world, echoing in the air for a long time.

At this time, Huaiye and others also had surprised expressions. If the Ghost Rider hadn't ignored them from beginning to end, they believed that they would be in more trouble than the patron sect disciples in front of them.

Yun Liao swallowed his saliva and couldn't help asking: "Sect Master, what is that?"

"Guardian of the Immortal Sect!"

"This... is like a ghost, more terrifying than a monster." Yun Liao couldn't help but swallowed again and stepped back involuntarily.

ah!

ah!

Hearing the screams coming from the front, Yun Liao's heart tightened a little.

Wen Ping walked up to Huaiye and asked, "Are you okay?"

"metropolitan."

Huai Ye didn't know what to say, so he hugged Wen Ping and cried out of fear.

But I don’t know whether he was crying because of Haha being kicked, or because he was scared to see the Ghost Rider.

Wen Ping consoled him: "It's okay."

"Uh-huh."

Huai Ye nodded.

Yun Liao asked at this time, "Sect Master, do you want me to assist it?"

"No need, everyone from the Guoshan Sect is dead."

"So fast!"

Yun Liao was quite frightened, and the figure of the Ghost Rider appeared in his mind involuntarily.

He is also afraid.

It's just that he didn't show this fear.

Not long ago, a master of swordsmanship at the 13th level of physical training died like this. I am afraid no one would dare to believe it.

I guess only a strong person in the Tongxuan Realm can do this, right?

No wonder today Wen Ping said he betrayed the Immortal Sect, so Hahaha would not let them go. Hahaha was actually the guardian of the Immortal Sect. Originally, he had always thought that Hahaha was just a mountain dog, and he usually only went into the mountains to catch some wild boars.

Not long after he came here, he mistakenly looked at Wen Ping, mistakenly looked at the Immortal Sect, and unexpectedly mistakenly looked at a dog.

"This is Uncle Wang." Yun Liao couldn't help but look at Uncle Wang, who was nearly a hundred years old, imagining whether he was also an expert hermit.

Wen Ping smiled and snapped his fingers, "Yes, it's that fast!"

After comforting Huai Ye, Wen Ping helped Uncle Wang step by step towards the house where he lived.

"Uncle Wang, are you okay?"

"I'm old and can't stand the torment, but it's okay. It's not time to fall apart. But you, don't get into trouble because of me. The Guoshan Sect has a transcendent background, and the Immortal Sect can't withstand their toss now."

"Uncle Wang, don't worry. The backer Zongqiang and the Immortal Sect are not soft persimmons now. By the way, whatever you want to eat tonight, I will ask Huaiye to make it for you."

"It's a leg of lamb, I haven't eaten that in years."

"Okay, I'll buy it later."

"By the way, Sect Master, how did you go about finding me a wife last time?"

Wen Ping:……

Wen Ping estimated that Uncle Wang must have forgotten about being held hostage with a sword, but it was also possible that he didn't care about life or death at all.