They really wanted to know whether the masters of Xuanyang Sect dared to fight against them, or whether they dared to kill themselves to silence them.

"Two young heroes." The purple-faced middle-aged man clasped his fists and looked apologetic: "These two people hurt my Xuanyang Sect disciples..."

Huang Yongliang said lightly: "I want to take them away, do you have any objections?"

"This..." The purple-faced middle-aged man's expression changed, and he stared at Huang Yongliang closely, his eyes flashing with cold light from time to time.

As an elder, he has been in a high position for a long time, and his aura has been fully developed. At this time, he gives people an oppressive aura.

Huang Yongliang remained unmoved. His pride as a disciple of the Wuchang Sword Sect and his strong cultivation gave him the confidence to deal with it calmly.

Xu Jingxian chuckled: "It seems you want to take action with us."

"...You two young heroes, please—!" The purple-faced middle-aged man took a deep breath, his gloomy face slowly melted away, a smile bloomed, and he stretched out his hand to signal them to go ahead.

"Farewell." Huang Yongliang said calmly.

Xu Jingxian nodded with satisfaction, turned to Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling and said: "Two heroines, please—!"

Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling smiled at Yue Ling and turned to leave.

Huang Yongliang and Xu Jingxian also left.

"Bang!" The purple-faced middle-aged man kicked a stone taller than a person next to him and smashed it into pieces.

The rest of the people also had gloomy faces.

Yue Ling said nothing, then suddenly closed his eyes and fainted.

The other people had no intention of coming forward to visit, and their eyes fell on the face of the horse-faced young man.

The horse-faced young man suddenly felt that his reaction was too slow and too stupid for not pretending to be dizzy. It was probably too late to pretend now.

"Oh——!" The purple-faced middle-aged man sighed: "You two... you are not lucky."

"Uncle Hao, I..."

"Bless yourselves." The purple-faced middle-aged man interrupted him, shook his head and said, "You two have to find a way to fake death and escape."

"Fake death..." The horse-faced young man became energetic.

The purple-faced middle-aged man sighed: "The disciples of the Wuchang Sword Sect are bound to be punished. Who is the one you killed?"

"We don't know either." The horse-faced young man said helplessly: "He is just an ordinary boy. I didn't expect that he would be related to the Wuchang Sword Sect."

"Confused!" The purple-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "If you don't understand clearly, just mess around!"

"Yes." The horse-faced young man lowered his head slumped.

This time I was really reckless, I should have found out the details first, the boat has capsized in the gutter!

At this time, Xu Qingluo, Chu Ling and two Wuchang Sword Sect disciples were in the woods, listening quietly against the trees.

When Huang Yongliang and Xu Jingxian heard that they were going to fake their own death to escape, they sneered at the corners of their mouths: They are indeed dishonest!

He saw Xu Qingluo.

It was Xu Qingluo who suggested that she turn back and eavesdrop on their conversation.
Chapter completed!