"interesting!"

Wumen stared at Yuan Ming's eyes and suddenly laughed out loud, "You are so interesting."

"How can I see it?" Yuan Ming asked back.

"You are now at the end of your life and still have the heart to recruit me. Should I say you have a strong temperament, or do you know how to live or die?"

Yuan Ming ignored the ridicule in the other party's words and said calmly, "Maybe it's both."

He then persuaded, "Wumen, you are from an ancient witch and have a natural position different from the court."

"Their famous religion aims to dominate one family, and no one else looks down on you, let alone you ancient witches and others."

"If you have read a few famous sects, you should know the other party's attitude."

not good!

Seeing this, the son of the famous sect was furious. Yuan Ming was really not a good person, and he still wanted to provoke disagreement at this time.

Yes, the classics of famous religions most reject the strange powers and chaos, and even portray wizards and others into greedy and incompetent clown characters.

But now it is time to borrow the power of Wumen. The court and the famous scholars subconsciously passed these "small things". But the other party didn't open the pot and wanted to anger Wumen.

"It makes sense for you to say this."

Wumen said calmly, "It's just that the situation is different now."

"In the past, the inheritance of ancient witches was almost cut off. The famous religion and the court naturally didn't mind making us into clowns, but now with my Wumen, who dares to continue to underestimate my first-class ancient witches?"

"Including you..."

Wumen pointed at Yuan Ming, "If I don't know the magical powers of the Plague Tribe and cannot pose a fatal threat to you, will you now be eager to persuade me to turn against me?"

This questioning made a loud noise and directly blew the interests. If you are strong, everyone will be polite to you. If you are declining, everyone will push you down. Even if you feel wronged, you will be unimaginable.

Yuan Ming was silent for a moment, and then replied, "No."

This is honest. Wumen laughed after hearing this. The valuable thing is to be honest!

"Yuan Ming, you also know that since the day of Mount Tai, you have chosen to betray the master and choose the path of fighting for hegemony, and you should be prepared."

"Today's death will begin from that day."

"A real man should die, no need to ramble, please!"

Wumen spoke calmly, but in fact he had a murderous aura. He heard that the sons of famous masters and others had numbness on their backs and their hair stood up.

The three sword immortals in Shu next to him, as well as the famous scholar Confucian son and Makino Gong, looked at each other after listening.

They had no intention of interfering. After all, the one who controls the overall situation now is Wumen, and the other party's words are effective.

However, although they belong to the same court camp, their minds are different.

The three sword immortals thought that the magical powers of the Plague Division were invisible and invisible, and it was the most difficult to guard against. Even if they had great sword skills, they could not resist. What should they do if the court broke the bridges and attacked them in the future?

The two Ruzi and Muye Gong thought more deeply. After this matter, they must discuss with the emperor and discuss how to check and balance the magical powers of the Plague Tribe. It is too dangerous to let Wumen ignore it.

If you don’t talk about different thoughts here, you will feel ups and downs.

Previously, they had the magical powers of the Central Plague Division and had already been waiting for death with their eyes closed, but they did not expect that the son of the ascetic fell from the sky and brought the son of the medical scientist to help, saving the people of the hundreds of schools.

I thought that with the son of a medical scientist, the Hundred Schools were no longer afraid of the supernatural powers of the plague.

However, after a long time, it turned out that the price paid by the son of a medical scientist was his life, and it could only work once.

Now, the body of the son of the medical scientist has long been cold and no one can save them.

The Wumen opposite obviously saw through this point, and his tone was full of confidence, so he wanted to kill them.

"Let's wait!"

Just when everyone was in a state of distress and thought they were going to fight to the death, Yuan Ming suddenly spoke.

"What are you going to say?" Wumen asked back.

"I know you are determined and can be shaken by words. At the end, I want to ask you something!"

"Ask!"

"If I had not been expelled from Gouqu Mountain that day, would you attack me today?"

Wumen smiled when he heard this, "I only remembered it now, it's not over yet." Then, he closed his smile, "No."

"So, I got the answer."

Yuan Ming seemed to have appointed him, and he focused his attention, and then bowed to Wumen, "Thank you."

"When a person is about to die, his words are good. I believe your words."

Yuan Ming shook his head, "I thank you, not what I said just now, but thank you for giving me the means to solve the magical powers of the Plague Tribe."

Hearing this sentence, Wumen frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "It's mysterious."

The camp of the Hundred Schools surrounded Yuan Ming in surprise, and people around him kept asking questions.

"Yuan Ming, is this true?"

Yuan Ming stared at Wumen and said with a smile, "Wumen, if you don't believe me, you can attack me?"

This sentence shows strong self-confidence. At least he knows the son of a famous scholar who is the best. He thinks it is not a bluff, but a way to solve the magical powers of the Plague Tribe.

"good!"

Wumen is not polite. No matter what empty city plan you are singing, I will kill you all the way to see how you end up?

He opened his hands slightly. Although the movement was minimal, the combination of sound, light and shadow, the person who knew the terrifying magical powers of the Plague had already hung his heart in his throat when he saw this.

The magical power of the Plague tribe is silent and when you see it attack, it is too late.

Therefore, no matter whether it is the Hundred Schools or the imperial court, they all looked at Yuan Ming's reaction with concern.

After a few breaths, Yuan Ming smiled, "Wumen, what do you think?"

Wumen pinched his palm, retracted his cuffs, and Yuan Ming was large and up and down, "How did you do it?"

This sentence caused an uproar, and Wumen's move was equivalent to admitting that it had failed.

"You reminded me that Gouqu Mountain can protect me!"

Yuan Ming was filled with emotion. Under his tongue, he was pressing a longevity pill. This was a reward for the disciples to take, which can maintain their beauty and nourish their bodies, and practice.

More importantly, this pill is refined with pure yang pill as a material, which contains a pure yang energy that can control the magical powers of the plague.

Originally, the members of the Hundred Schools had more or less a few Pure Yang Dans, but over the years, they had taken them cleanly and were also buried deep in the cave and did not carry them with them.

Therefore, when encountering the plague powers ravage, there is no chance to verify the effectiveness of Pure Yang Dan.

Only Yuan Ming, who received rewards on weekdays, had a few more money on hand.

Just now, he had a sudden idea and tried Wumen with words, and finally got the answer.

"I see!"

Wumen suddenly realized, and his eyes looked at Yuan Ming differently. Then he asked, "You are already an abandoned disciple of Gouqu Mountain, but you still have to rely on Fang Jianxian's blessings to protect him. Are you not ashamed?"

"My teacher does not recognize me as a disciple, but Yuan Ming only has this mentor in this life."

Yuan Ming said seriously, "Wumen, your magical powers in the Plague Tribe are invalid, where should we go next?"

When members of the hundreds of schools around him heard this, they were filled with energy and finally had the opportunity to counterattack and count.
Chapter completed!