"Stop!" Just as Huang Hao and Lan Yu were ready to die, a thick voice suddenly sounded. Then, a big hand that had been transforming into true energy fell from the sky and slapped Song Zhe's flying sword away with one hand.

"This kid killed our people. Are you going to protect him?" The one-legged old man looked at a square-faced man on the other side with a angrily look at a man with square faces on the other side and said angrily.

"Dragon Gate?" Huang Hao couldn't help but look at the square-faced man, and he saw that this person was also smiling at him at this moment.

"Are you that Huang Hao?" The square-faced man ignored the words of the one-legged old man and asked Huang Hao instead.

"Boy is officially Huang Hao." Huang Hao put away the flying sword in his hand and said with his fists.

"Haha, boy is good!" The square-faced man nodded: "I heard that you are the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance now? Unfortunately, Longmen is one step late. Otherwise, if you were included in the Longmen, it would have added another genius to the Longmen."

Huang Hao's heart moved, but his face was silent and replied: "Senior Miao Zan, you're just a little more lucky."

He had joined Longmen, and the person from the headquarters directly awarded him the Longmen Medal. Since the middle-aged man in front of him was a member of the Longmen, he should not be unaware of it. But at this moment, he did not mention anything about joining Longmen, but deliberately put Huang Hao away the relationship between Longmen and Longmen, which must be some tricks. Therefore, Huang Hao simply followed the middle-aged man's wishes.

At this critical moment, if Huang Hao wants to escape today, the middle-aged man must have to hold his thighs. After all, who would be willing to die if he can survive?

The middle-aged man seemed very satisfied with the wit shown by Huang Hao, and he nodded and said, "Well, I think you are a talent, so I will save your life today. Boy Huang Hao, bring your little wife to my side. Don't worry, since I have spoken, no one can hurt you today!"

"Thank you senior!" Huang Hao clasped his fists at the middle-aged man and pulled Lan Yu towards the middle-aged man without saying a word. Lan Yu heard that the middle-aged man actually called her Huang Hao's little wife, and a bright redness appeared on her pretty face, but she did not refute and let Huang Hao pull him behind the middle-aged man.

"Wuchang! Are your hands stretched too long?" The one-legged old man looked cold, but he did not stop Huang Hao and Lan Yu, but just said coldly.

"Why, do you have any objection to the one-legged old ghost?" The middle-aged man smiled coldly, and his eyes fell on the one-legged old man. At this moment, the temperament of the middle-aged man had undergone a tremendous change. His whole body was cold and full of murderous intent, and he was really like the soul-catching messenger from hell.

The one-legged old ghost had weakened his aura and seemed to be very afraid of Wuchang. However, he still argued: "This Huang Hao killed my Yin Gui Sect's disciple, and he must give me an explanation!"

"Are you a disciple of Yin Gui Sect?" Wu Chang smiled and turned to Huang Hao and asked, "Boy, I ask you, have you ever killed the disciple of Yin Gui Sect?"

Huang Hao shook his head repeatedly and said innocently: "Where do you say, how dare you kill the disciples of Yingui Sect? There are two cultivators who died at the hands of the boy, but one is Hong Sheng from the secular Beggars' Sect, and the other is the senior sister Lan next to me. She seems to be a disciple of Feipeng Sect. Where did the Yingui Sect come from?"

Wuchang squinted his eyes and smiled, then turned to the one-legged old ghost and said, "Old-legged old ghost, what else do you have to say? Could it be that those two people are spies you have placed in the secular world and Feipeng Sect?"

The one-legged old ghost couldn't help but choke. It would be reasonable to install some people in the secular world, but Feipeng Sect is also a sect in the cultivation world. If someone is installed in it, it would be hard to say.

"Boy Huang Hao, what do you say if you hurt me?" At this time, Song Zhe jumped out and pointed at Huang Hao and shouted loudly.

Huang Hao smiled, "Song Zhe, I don't remember when I hurt you. It was obvious that you were going to break my neck, but my neck was too hard and it hurts you instead."

"Then what's going on with the poison on your neck?" Song Zhe called to Huang Hao angrily. He spread his palm open, and white smoke still emerged from the hole above, but it was already very weak. It was obvious that with Song Zhe's strength, he was about to refine the hemolyzed toxins.

Huang Hao's smile became stronger and stronger, and he only heard him say, "Hey, before coming to Songshan, I heard that mosquitoes in the mountains are poisonous. I am the most afraid of those things, so I applied some hemolysis sprinkles all over my body, so that those mosquitoes dare not approach me."

"Puchi--"

After Huang Hao finished speaking, many monks on the Longmen couldn't help laughing. Huang Hao's reason was so amazing. He could think of it.

"You..." Song Zhe was so angry that he blushed, but looking at Huang Hao's serious appearance, these people couldn't say anything to refute. It was not uncommon for guys who could swallow things like "Black Wind" at will to get some hemolysis to prevent mosquitoes.

"Okay, Song Zhe, you haven't suffered much harm. Don't worry about a junior like Huang Hao." Wuchang waved his hand, and a strong wind rose up from the ground, blowing Song Zhe's body backwards.

When facing Huang Hao, Song Zhe could curse, but when facing impermanence, Song Zhe dared not speak out.

"Senior Wuchang, my friend is still being beaten up by a group, do you see?" Huang Hao licked his face and said to Wuchang. Since Wuchang is so protective of himself, Huang Hao feels that it is not a big deal to be a little bit more. It is always a huge favor, and Huang Hao doesn't care about owing a little more.

Wuchang glanced at Huang Hao with a smile, and then said lightly: "The disciples of Luo Lei Mountain do not need my Longmen to take action."

Huang Hao looked at Wuchang in surprise, with a little puzzled look in his eyes.

But then, he understood. He heard a sudden thunder suddenly burst out from the sky, and a purple lightning fell from the sky, slashing against Tuoba Yang, exploding a powerful wave of power. The next moment, the Jindan stage monks who besieged Tuoba Yang all fell out, feeling embarrassed.

"Master Zidian, don't be fine." Wuchang smiled and bowed to the direction where Zidian fell.

"Wuchang, you are so hard-hearted, and you don't help me when I see my disciple suffering?" A voice sounded, so powerful, and every word was like rolling thunder and shocking people's hearts.

Only then did Huang Hao see that an old man in purple robe appeared beside Tuoba Yang. The old man had an ugly face and raised his forehead, as if he had a huge tumor.

"Master!" When Tuoba Yang saw this old man, he knelt down respectfully.

"Boy, I don't know if someone bullies me!" The old man in purple robe was so angry that he scolded him, and then raised his hand to hit Tuoba Yang. However, seeing Tuoba Yang's body covered in wounds, he did not hit him in the end, but instead gently touched Tuoba Yang's head, as if a kind father comforted the wronged child.

"Hehe, just a few garbage can't do anything to my disciples." Tuoba Yang grinned.

"Hmph, get up and talk!" Master Zidian snorted coldly, but a look of admiration appeared in his eyes. Then, his eyes looked at the one-legged old ghost, and his voice became a little cold: "Oldest old ghost, your courage is getting bigger and bigger. Not only have you bullied my disciples, he actually dared to send me a message! Why, do you dislike your life being too long?"

Tuoba Yang couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion when he heard this. Could it be that his master suddenly came? Is it because the one-legged old ghost who took the initiative to contact him?

"Haha, it's hard to invite Master Zidian. If it weren't for your disciple's affairs, would you be willing to walk out of Luo Lei Mountain?" The one-legged old ghost smiled and did not deny it. He seemed to have no concern at all about the disciples of the Yin Gui Sect who were injured by Master Zidian.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Master Zidian snorted in dissatisfaction, with an impatient look in his face: "If nothing happens, I will take my apprentice back to the mountain."

The one-legged old ghost laughed: "Your temper is still so bad when you are Master Zidian. But today I look for you, there is something you need to do."

"Ha, your Yin Gui Sect is an evil way. There is a place that needs my Luo Lei Mountain to help. What a joke!" Master Zidian sneered, then turned to Wuchang, and said coldly: "Wuchang, don't tell me, your Longmen was also invited by Yin Gui Sect to help, right?"

A playful look appeared on Wuchang's face: "You are wrong. We were not invited, but were deceived like you."

"As long as you can come, what's the difference between the inviting and the scam?" The one-legged old ghost laughed and then looked at the horizon: "Wait for a moment, and the other people are probably coming too."

As the one-legged old ghost said, Wuchang and Master Zidian both raised their heads and looked at the sky with deep eyes.

"call out--"

A sword light flashed and disappeared, and a beautiful nun stood on the platform.

"One-legged old ghost, what did your Yin Ghost Sect want to kidnap my disciples from Cihang Jingzhai? Quickly hand over my disciples." As soon as the nun landed, a sword light shot towards the one-legged old ghost.

"Haha, Miaofa Niang, I dare not move your disciple of Cihang Jingzhai. You have arrived. Then your disciple must have returned to Cihang Jingzhai." The one-legged old ghost laughed and raised his hand to shoot out a black light, blocking the flying sword of Miaofa Niang.

"What do you mean by one-legged old ghost?" When hearing the words of the one-legged old ghost, the girl Miaofa also heard an unusual sound, pressed the flying sword, frowned and asked.

The one-legged old ghost did not answer, but looked on a thick cloud on the sky with a solemn look, and said slowly in his mouth: "The underworld thunder, water and fire, light and darkness are in conflict. Now the underworld thunder, water and fire have arrived. Don't you come out yet?"

Hearing the words of the one-legged old ghost, the extremely strong people present changed their faces and raised their heads together, revealing a sense of slight fear in their eyes.

"Hmph, one-legged old ghost, you are so brave, you dare to play with us!" A voice fell from the sky. The next moment, everyone felt that the temperature around them suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees. Looking around, they saw that the surrounding stones and grass actually formed a thick layer of white frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Chapter completed!