Mo Yuchen's snow-white neck fluttered, but it touched the cold blade. She quickly held her breath and did not dare to breathe.

The slight chill from behind her shocked her. This guy named Yan San really dared to kill her!

She has never experienced the real threat of death since she grew up. She thought that her mind was strong enough, but now it seems... death is really a terrible thing.

Hang Wanzong picked up the ruler and barely stood firm. When he saw Yan Ning holding Mo Yuchen hostage, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes: "You... put down your knife!"

Yan Ning sneered: "I still don't forget to command people until now, Hang Wanzong, right? You have been the leader of the precepts for too long. It would be fine if these juniors don't know about it. You are old and still can't recognize this world?"

Hang Wanzong's face turned pale, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Tang Zixuan said nervously from the side: "Yan San, I...ah, let go of junior sister, all this is a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstand?"

Yan Ning suddenly exerted force in his hand, and a shallow wound was cut on Mo Yuchen's snow-white neck. Blood immediately flowed down the collar of his clothes. This time, even Hang Wanzong could not bear it anymore: "Stop! Don't hurt her!"

Yan Ning sneered: "Tang Zixuan, do you know now that this is a misunderstanding? I just scratched her a small wound. You are so nervous. You guys look back and look at the two lying on the ground - one of them is my lover and the other is my brother!"

"Hang Wanzong, have you ever thought about these things when you hurt someone?!"

Yan Ning's mouth twitched slightly, and there seemed to be anger in his eyes. Both Cao Lu and Hao Jian knew that this was the scene when Yan Ning was really angry!

Yan Ning has always been able to handle anything calmly. Even when fighting against a powerful ghost king like Li Yaxuan, he was never so angry. But now Yan Ning is extremely irritable, which is enough to show how high the status of Lu Tai and Zhuang Xiaoya are in his heart.

You can hurt me, destroy me, and harm me, and I will respond calmly, but you touch my woman and hurt my brother... I, Yan Ning, will return it a hundred times!

Hang Wanzong swallowed, took a deep breath, and actually threw down the ruler, lowered his head and said, "Let Yuchen go, let go of this matter."

"How do you tell me to believe you?" Yan Ning asked.

A sharp look flashed in Hang Wanzong's eyes, but then disappeared, and he whispered: "I, Hang Wanzong, will never go back on my word."

After hearing this, Yan Ning nodded slightly, thought for a while, then put down the Mingpo Sword, pushed Mo Yuchen into front of Hang Wan Sect, and said coldly:

"Li Zhiyu's death has nothing to do with us. You have never listened to our explanations and even hurt my friend. Now that the senior has calmed down, can you listen to me for a few words?"

Mo Yuchen returned to Hang Wanzong, frowned and touched the wound on his neck, and the look at Yan Ning had a strange meaning.

Seeing that Mo Yuchen was finally safe, Hang Wanzong could barely recover a little rationality, and called Tang Zixuan to him, then said, "You said."

Yan Ning shook his head and smiled bitterly, then clasped his fists at the three Hang Wanzong: "A younger descendant of Maoshan, Yan Ning, the 13th successor of Wumen Ghost Doctor, has seen Hang Wanzong, a senior of Longhushan!"

It is better to have more friends than to have more enemies. Longhushan has not had a bad relationship with Maoshan in the past. Yan Ning believes that Hang Wanzong will not attack them again after hearing the name of Maoshan.

As soon as this sentence came out, it was like a huge rock falling into the water, causing a stir. Hang Wanzong shouted softly, his face full of disbelief, and said in a lost voice: "Impossible!"

"Uncle Master... how is it impossible?" Tang Zixuan said in confusion.

Hang Wan Sect looked up and down at Yan Ning and replied: "You entered the Tao and did not understand what happened before. There are five branches in Maoshan, among which Wumen Ghost Doctor is the leader of the five sects! It is said that a hundred years ago... After that incident, the descendants of Wumen died tragically, and no one inherited the ghost doctor for a hundred years."

Yan Ning didn't know what Hang Wanzong heard, but he knew that the Wumen did not stop the incense, because he was the successor of the Wumen, which was absolutely true.

"Are these seventy-two golden needles here enough to prove my identity?" Yan Ning waved his hand, and the seventy-two golden needles gathered beside him, emitting a faint golden light.

When Hang Wanzong saw the golden needle before, he did think of Wumen golden needles, but there were a total of 108 golden needles in Wumen. Yan Ning only summoned 72 at the critical moment of life and death, so Hang Wanzong did not dare to confirm it.

"Shouldn't this golden needle... have one hundred and eight?" Hang Wanzong hesitated.

"When Wumen suffered, they lost seventy-two points. When the younger generation received the Tao, they only reached the thirty-six points. The later thirty-six points were found by the younger generation themselves, and the remaining thirty-six points have not yet fallen." Yan Ning replied.

Hang Wanzong suddenly realized: "So... the palm shadow that hurt me just now isn't it..."

"It is the Northern Emperor's magic spell of Wumen."

After hearing Yan Ning's words, Hang Wanzong finally put down all his guards and looked at the people behind him. Hang Wanzong suddenly felt guilty and willingly put down his face to apologize: "Yan Ning... I just happened without any discrimination, and it was my fault for the old Taoist..."

Seeing that Hang Wanzong apologized, Yan Ning did not bother him, so he hurriedly gave him a step: "I don't need to talk about the past. With me here, my friends will not be in trouble."

"If you need the help of the old Taoist, just ask for it." Hang Wanzong said with apologies.

As Yan Ning said, he has been in Longhu Mountain for many years, and he has been accustomed to being one person below ten thousand people. No one dares to ignore him in the entire Longhu Mountain. Now that he has come down the mountain, he still has the airs of the Lord of the Precepts. When he asked Yan Ning before, he had not seen the others for decades, so he was extremely angry. Now that he thought about it, Hang Wanzong was already extremely regretful. He now decided to return to the mountain to clear his heart and face the wall and retreat for a while.

Yan Ning sighed: "You might as well check Li Zhiyu's body. I'll go see my two friends."

After hearing this, Hang Wanzong and the other two hurriedly put Li Zhiyu's body down from the air and began to check the body. Yan Ning came to Lu Tai and took a look at it. After checking, he was relieved. It seemed that Hang Wanzong was a little sensible when he took action. Lu Tai was just temporarily unconscious and had a little skin. Yan Ning asked Cao Lu and Hao Jian to help him aside, and then quickly went to see Zhuang Xiaoya's situation.

"Hey, it's strange," Yan Ning walked to Zhuang Xiaoya and was suddenly stunned, "Where has Dabao been?"
Chapter completed!