"Youyou, stop running around."

Tong Yaqian's helpless voice came from behind.

When Xiao Wuyou heard this, he quickly got into Ning Tao's arms with an aggrieved look, pouted and said coquettishly: "Dad...Dad, I want to play."

Upon hearing this, Wu Hailin almost cried. With his third-level infant refining strength, his legs were now numb even when he was running.

My whole life's reputation is ruined on this!

A three-foot tall man can't outrun a child...

Ning Tao shook his head and smiled bitterly. He touched her dimple and said, "You've been playing all day. Look, my brother is exhausted."

"No... I want to play, brother... wait, daddy plays with me," Xiao Wuyou said, shaking Ning Tao's arm and pouting.

Tong Yaqian chased after her and couldn't help but smile bitterly when she saw this scene. Everyone loved this little princess like a treasure.

The most important factor is that everyone owes her. If it weren't for her birth and the Taoist vision, I'm afraid everyone's strength would still be where it is.

Even the beards of several ancestors were pulled out, and they could not express their anger and could only shake their heads and smile bitterly.

Ning Tao held her in his arms and said dotingly: "If you want to play, just tell daddy. What have you learned?"

Um?

Xiao Wuyou pouted and thought for a long time, but in the blink of an eye, thousands of people gathered around him, all curious about this question.

At this moment, Xiao Wuyou stretched out a little finger and pointed nonchalantly at a boulder...

Thousands of people stared with wide eyes, even the ancestors who were peeping secretly could not take their eyes away. This starting move looked like...?

Before anyone could think of it, the little finger suddenly burst out with astonishing power, a golden light instantly penetrated the boulder, and then shot three thousand meters into the sky in an unstoppable manner!

"One...one finger Zen!"

A voice of astonishment came from somewhere, and everyone looked and saw that it was the Shaolin ancestor who suddenly appeared.

His bitter face was full of shock. This technique in Shaolin was as good as the Yi Jin Jing, and few people could understand it.

Everyone swallowed their saliva and looked stiff.

It wasn't over yet, Xiao Wuyou took a deep breath, and all five chubby fingers actually opened, each one showing a different color, and slowly pushed out under the eruption from the palm.

"boom!"

The huge boulder was instantly smoothed away, leaving no trace of dust left.

The ancestor of Wudang was stunned for an unknown amount of time before he blurted out with difficulty: "Wudang Forbidden Technique, Taiyi Five Elements Magic Technique!"

This move is considered the most powerful one in Wudang. The entire sect can only perform it with one hand, not even Ning Tao.

The next second, Xiao Wuyou grasped it with five fingers, like a pair of huge hands emerging from the endless void.

Mr. Mo's eyes widened. This is the Taoist method that made him famous. The Mo Dharma Prisoner of the Heaven Hand. Did he even learn this?

The huge hand in the sky is vast and chaotic, but it only formed for a few breaths and then dissipated, as if it was just a shape.

Xiao Wuyou pouted and shed tears and said: "Dad...Dad, I can't do it, wuwu...!"

Wu Hailin also cried. He had learned the initial chapter of Taiyi Five Elements Magic Technique for a year, but he could barely understand it. You only learned it in one day and you can use it now. We are too embarrassed to see anyone.

It hurts my heart, princess!

Thousands of monks cried to heaven and earth that they had no hope for life.

Ning Tao twitched his mouth and hurriedly comforted you: "Dad, I don't blame you. You are still young after all. I can wait until you are older."

Ye Wanqing ran over quickly, held the little princess in her arms and coaxed her for a while, and then she let her tears turn into laughter.

But the little princess's hand grabbed the snow-white steamed bun...

Mr. Mo was lost in thought. His natural Taoist body was one of the strongest, and what he was best at was...Tao!

At present, it seems that the secret arts is not difficult for her at all. Perhaps it is because of her age and the Taoism is not yet good enough.

As for her cultivation...!

Mr. Mo frowned. This was the last thing he wanted to face. What if the starting point was as high as the surface of the pond?

Like a phoenix locked in a chicken coop, no matter how talented, perverted or evil she is, she can only defeat a bunch of chickens in the end.

Only the phoenix that travels across the nine heavens is supreme!

Ning Tao didn't think too much, he just wanted to grow up in a carefree and happy environment.

As for the fighting and killing, that's up to him!

The ancestor of Qingcheng's face trembled. He originally wanted to talk about Li Yi, but now it seems that he should forget it.

Don't be chased and beaten by a little girl then!

"Buzz...!"

Suddenly, the sound of a helicopter gunship sounded, and a black spot in the distance gradually revealed its true appearance.

Twelve people discovered at the same time that the eight ancestors, Long Jin, Mo Yuntian, Ning Tao, and Xiao Wuyou were there.

Thousands of people were nervous and formed a formation secretly.

But only one person got off the helicopter, with a black box tied to his waist, and he almost fell off because of his anxiety.

"Li Zhen!"

Ning Tao blurted out, "This is an old acquaintance."

"Hurry, all Hongmeng executives attend the national meeting immediately, something big has happened," Li Zhen shouted as he ran.

Mo Lao narrowed his eyes, swept him up and rushed into the cave, followed by ten figures who turned into streams of light.

Xiao Wuyou looked at the armed helicopter with a surprised look on his face and shouted: "Mom...Mom...sit...high!"

Ye Wanqing coaxed her, but her beautiful eyes were filled with worry.

Xia Mengfei also sighed softly: "It seems that something big has happened again, and the burden on his shoulders is getting heavier and heavier!"

Inside the cave, the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

The ancestor of Huashan said coldly: "When did your Ministry of National Security dare to let a plane come over without my permission from Hongmeng?"

Ning Tao just wanted to persuade everyone, but Li Zhen frightened everyone with one sentence, "The Huashan Sect... was destroyed!"

What?

The ancestor of Huashan stood up, surrounded by thousands of terrifying sword auras, and said angrily: "Is it your Chinese military region or those bastards from Kunlun Realm who did it?"

"No, we don't know who did it. It happened so suddenly," Li Zhen gasped.

As he spoke, he took out a stack of photos from the black box, said with a pale face and fear: "This is a scene captured by the Tiangong-1 satellite. The entire Huashan Sect... no chickens or dogs are left alive!"

"Tap tap...!"

The ancestor of Huashan felt like his hands and feet were cold after being hit hard.

The entire Huashan Sect has about five hundred disciples, and more than half of them usually practice in Wudang. However, because it is close to Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum, three hundred disciples were left behind in case of emergencies.

Unexpectedly... they all died like that!

"Asshole, who is this person who dares to destroy our Huashan? I will destroy his nine tribes, kill, kill, kill," the ancestor of Huashan roared with red eyes.

"Calm down!"

Mr. Mo's explosive momentum shocked him coldly and said.

"Tell me, what is the purpose of your anxious visit this time? Show your sincerity and conditions."

Li Zhen glanced at Ning Tao, then gritted his teeth and took out a piece of half-red and half-white paper with a bright red blood handprint that was very eye-catching.

"That one hopes that we can achieve strategic cooperation, advance and retreat together, and share glory. This bloody handprint is that one's determination. Now I'm waiting for your... choice!"

"Although I don't know who took action, their purpose is very clear. Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum, I don't need to say more about its importance. Now it depends on your decision," Li Zhen said hurriedly.

Mr. Mo looked at Zhou Heng, his nervousness showed everything, but the latter actually looked at Ning Tao, his eyes full of trust.

Seeing this, Ning Tao took a deep breath, scratched his hand, and then printed his bloody palm on the white paper.

"Advance and retreat together, and achieve glory together!"
Chapter completed!