Wu Zhen's expression when he was dying was very strange, with fear and despair, and seemed to have a hint of relief from relief.n∈

Even though his cervical spine was broken, his mouth was still opening and closing, as if he was muttering Bai Ya's surname.

Because Bai Ya was pinched to the vital point of his throat, Wu Zhen had never been able to speak, and he also gave him time to think about the murderer who held him hostage.

When he thought of a certain meaning of the Baiya surname, Wu Zhen immediately fell into a state of collapse, so he never tried to save himself.

Wu Zhen will target the Lu brothers and sisters and do this series of evil things, which is entirely due to his own fault, but the sand Gu prophecy left by the witch back then also served as an introduction.

The pattern left by the prophecy of Sha Gu is a regular character "Lu" with no strokes connected. Wu Zhen always thought that this is a radical of the character "Lu" that simplifies the small seal script.

However, until today he was in a life-and-death crisis and heard the name Bai Ya, he suddenly realized that the pattern of the word "Lu" with no connection to the strokes was not a radical at all. After disrupting and reorganizing the strokes, it was obviously a word "white"!

The word "white" in Xiaozhuan is almost exactly the same as the word "white" in regular script, except that the head is vertical and turns into a stroke.

Bai Ya didn't care about the strange expression on the dead man's face. After he pinched Wu Zhen with one hand, the entire building fell into silence.

At this time, there were more and more warriors from Lingtian Pavilion around Wuzhen courtyard, and there were many artistic conceptions of the back mountain that came after extinguishing the fire.

At first glance, with the house as the center, the darkness was full of people. It is estimated that most of the hundreds of warriors from Jingque Peak have gathered here.

Seeing Bai Ya killing Wu Zhen, these warriors were stunned for a moment. After being shocked, there was a hint of anger in everyone's eyes.

This is understandable. Whether Wu Zhen is guilty or not is not important. As Xuanyuan Laodao said, this is Jingque Peak, and Emei Lingtian Pavilion. You, a disciple of Qingcheng who killed us in front of us, will not find our face back, where will everyone's self-esteem be placed?

No one of the warriors around the house joked anymore, with the same gloomy expression on their faces, and they moved forward in unison, and rustling footsteps sounded in the field.

However, the footsteps soon stopped abruptly because they saw the old Taoist Xuan Yuan raised his hand, and then they remembered that the master of Jingque Peak was still there, and it was not their turn to take action for the time being.

"Are you not afraid of causing a war between Qingcheng and Emei factions?"

Old Taoist Xuan Yuan looked down at Wu Zhen's body who was already sank on the ground. He couldn't see clearly what his expression was on his face, but his tone showed a hint of regret. He lived more than a hundred years old, but he had never seen a few warriors as strong as Bai Ya.

He is not scaring Bai Ya. There are many kinds of fighting between warriors. The difference in the three views will lead to fighting, such as between good and evil; faith will also lead to fighting, such as between Buddhism and Taoism; even within the same religion, there will also be fighting due to different understandings of the sect.

However, the most frequent battles between warriors are not the above three, but the simplest and most vulgar reputation dispute.

There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. This sentence is not for nothing.

Warriors all have a competitive spirit. From the first day of practicing martial arts, they have been cultivating their fighting spirit subtly. As long as they are warriors, they will not be willing to surrender to the martial arts.

This is especially true for sect warriors, especially giants like Qingcheng and Emei. They need to be very careful when they get along. Even if the two giants are just unconsciously fighting for their will, it will be a disaster for many middle and lower-level warriors.

Although Bai Ya is just a Qingcheng martial artist in Qi Realm, sometimes the war's guide happens to small people and small events.

It is difficult to have an accurate evaluation of what he did at Jingque Peak. He dug out the eyeliner of the bleeding river to avenge his friends. In the eyes of Qingcheng Sect warriors, it is all positive.

But in the eyes of Emei warriors, you, a disciple of Qingcheng, sneaked into Jingque Peak without saying hello, and even burned half of the mountain to kill us. Do you really treat Emei warriors as dead?

This has become a dead knot. If Emei does not deal with Baiya, wouldn’t it be afraid of Qingcheng? This is something that Emei warriors cannot accept. But if Baiya is dealing with Baiya, Qingcheng will not let it go. My disciples kill the traitors, and they occupy the justice. Do you dare to touch him and treat us as dead?

This is why Tang Shou and Bai Ya were forcibly taken away by their respective sects at that time. When two sects with similar sizes stood together, the most taboo thing was to interfere in each other's internal affairs.

This often turns a good thing into a battle of intent, and the cause of the original incident becomes unattended.

"Haha, Lao Zamao, which ear did you hear someone called Bai Ya, and which eye could see someone was a disciple of Qingcheng?" Bai Ya grinned, his eyes like lightning, and he looked indifferently at the Lingtian Pavilion warriors around him.

"There are people who are not fair on the road, and some people who are not fair on the matter! My surname is Ciren, Wu's name, has no sect and no sect, but I don't like you Lingtian Pavilion."

Hearing Bai Ya's words, the Lingtian Pavilion warriors around him felt a strange feeling in their hearts.

Wu Ciren, there is no such person!

You really treat us all as fools! However, it is admirable that this kid dares to act and does not want to involve the sect!

"Hmph, do you think that being a hero like this can put Qingcheng out of trouble? You can't admit it, but unfortunately someone will always recognize your face..." A sarcastic voice sounded in the crowd.

"Is that true?" Bai Ya's eyes showed fierce light, raised his hand, tightly pulled the flesh hanging from the wound on his left forehead, and slowly pulled it down.

"Ah~~~" The piercing pain made Bai Ya unable to help but raise his head and howl. The face on his left forehead was quickly torn open along the wound, revealing the slight trembling underneath, and the muscles and fat between red and white.

With a "bang", a ball of hairy and bloody flesh was thrown to the ground.

Bai Ya slowly lowered his head, and he did it ruthlessly. His face started from his left forehead to his right cheek, and almost two-thirds of his skin was lost on his entire face.

Except for the right eye, only the muscle fibers between red and white are left in the other parts. The left eye does not even have eyelids. The pale eyeballs are exposed naked to the air, and they look like a bloody skull.

The onlookers of Lingtian Pavilion slowly widened their eyes and couldn't help but retreat.

"Vomit~" Several warriors with poor psychological qualities couldn't help but bend down and vomit.

"Now, someone recognizes someone!"

Bai Ya never felt that the breeze would bring such a bitter and sore feeling on his face. Now he looked bright red in everything, as if there was no other color between heaven and earth except red.

His strength began to lose rapidly, and in just a moment, he felt a burst of dizziness.

"Come on, who will send you a certain journey?" He took a step forward and glanced at the crowd in front of him with his left eyeball. The Lingtian Pavilion warriors who were seen changed in color and retreated quickly.

"Come on, come on! You guys who have no eggs!" Bai Ya patted his chest and roared at the crowd.

But no matter how Bai Ya shouted, the warriors in Lingtian Pavilion were like puppies that had just been castrated, and no one dared to come forward to answer.

"Old Zamao, don't you even have a man in Jingque Peak?" Bai Ya suddenly turned around, and his left eye stared at Old Master Xuan fiercely and said, "Come on, I'll send you my way!"

The old Taoist Xuan Yuan twitched slightly, raised his head and sighed. With a "swish", he pulled out a blue-light sword from the handle of the whisk and walked towards Baiya.

"stop!"

Just as Xuan Yuan wanted to take action to end Baiya, an urgent voice came from the distance. A figure flew from far to near, and it fell next to Xuan Yuan in just two breaths.

This man is also an old Taoist priest with both beards and eyebrows. He seems to be a little older than Xuanyuan, with long white eyebrows hanging down to his shoulders. However, his face is as rosy as a baby, and he looks energetic, which is different from ordinary people.

"Senior Brother Xuanhua? How could you come here?" Xuan Yuan looked at the old Taoist in front of him and asked in surprise.

"Oh, it's more than one old Taoist... The fire at Jingque Peak is as bright as daylight, and all the brothers at the top of the surrounding peaks have seen it." Xuan Hua shook his head with a smile, and walked towards Baiya.

"Senior brother, this person..." Xuan Yuan raised his hand, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"This guy has fainted! I know everything about this, but I can no longer stand by and watch you make a big mistake." Xuan Hua sighed and approached Bai Ya to look carefully.

Bai Ya did faint when he stood up, his angrily eyes were covered with a thick layer of blood membranes. The blood oozed under his skin slowly dripped along the cracks of muscle fibers, and a large pool of blood had already gathered under his feet.

"It turns out to be as strong as fire as the rumors. Unfortunately, such a person is not my Emei disciple..." Xuanhua muttered to himself with regret, reached out to hold Bai Ya under his armpit, and said to Xuanyuan, "Let's go, Junior Brother Xuan Gang and Junior Sister Xuan Qing are waiting for us in the quiet room!"

"Xuan Gang and Xuan Qing are here too?" Xuan Yuan Lao Dao was slightly surprised. Including himself and Xuan Hua, the four viewers of the Left Hall of Lingtian Pavilion were all here.

Immediately, the old Taoist Xuanyuan smiled bitterly, and Jingque Peak was so embarrassed.

It would be fine if the boy in the hands of Senior Brother Xuanhua. The collusion between Rongcheng, Wu Zhen and others to the Blood River and harm the Lu brothers and sisters of the same disciples was enough to make all the warriors in Jingque Peak unable to raise their heads.

In front of outsiders, Xuan Yuan could deny everything, but in front of his fellow Lingtian Pavilion, he could not open his eyes and tell lies.

The two of them came to the quiet room of the hanging pavilion. Xuanyuan indeed found that there were three people waiting for them in the quiet room. One of them was the senior brother Xuan Gang and the junior sister Xuan Qing.

As for the last person...

"The Sixth Prince has not yet rested?" Old Master Xuan Yuan looked at Meng Min, who was standing beside him with his head down, and frowned slightly.

"I asked him to come in!" Xuanhua said, then put the unconscious Bai Ya on the bamboo couch and looked at the Taoist nun Xuan Qing, who looked like a middle-aged young woman, and said, "Junior sister, this boy has suffered a severe injury and has lost too much blood. You need to take action to treat him!"

"Yes, senior brother!" Xuan Qing nodded, opened the medical box beside him, took out a set of golden needles from it, and began to stop bleeding and wrap Bai Ya's injuries.
Chapter completed!