A loud shout broke through the noise, and Doudong walked out amidst the displeased expression of the mountain master, half-kneeling. "Mountain Master, I remember that this first piece of meat can be competed for, right? It's so delicious, why should I compete for it?
Let’s fight!”
"Brother Doudong, this is the first time for Brother Xuanye to come here. Isn't it a bit out of line for you?" Zhang Chong said coldly.
"Is it against the rules? You mean the rules set by the mountain master are against the rules!"
Faced with Doudong's rebuttal, Zhang Chong's face froze, his eyes turned cold and he did not speak again.
The mountain master stroked the long hair beside his ears and thought quietly for a while. "That's right, the rules set by this mountain master will never change. It just adds to the fun of the banquet, and also allows everyone to see the strength of the Xuanmen master.
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"The mountain owner is wise! The mountain owner is wise!"
Hearing this, Xuan Ye felt relieved, but at the same time he was wondering if he should give it a try.
He really couldn't eat that piece of human flesh. Even if he lost, he could only avoid the first piece, followed by the second piece, the third piece, and even... half of the head was stuck in the center of the baking pan!
Furthermore, he suspected that the mountain owner was not well-intentioned, and perhaps he wanted to take the opportunity to test him?
Now, all we can do is fight...
Seeing Doudong getting ready, Xuan Ye waved his hand. "Let's go outside the palace."
"Kung fu with fists and kicks, it doesn't matter." As soon as Zhang Chong finished speaking, he saw that Doudong had taken out his magic pen and immediately stood in front of Xuan Ye, saying coldly: "Doudong, you are too presumptuous, Brother Xuan.
Why am I the one who recommended you here, how about I fight with you?"
"What? How can Cave Master Zhang protect his shortcomings? Could it be that he is as good as Long Yang, as the rumors say?"
Doudong's words made the whole room burst into laughter. Zhang Chong's face was ashen, his eyes fell on Doudong like ice, and his hand had already touched the cyan pen on his waist.
In addition to what Long Yang said, he was even more angry with this brainless thing. Xuan Ye had just arrived and had not yet passed the observation period. How could he be given a magic pen so easily?
"It doesn't matter, I'll just use my fists and kicks to deal with Dou Dong Sect Master's magic pen!" Xuan Ye said this not to be arrogant, but because he had already made up his mind to give it a try.
"Okay, since both parties agree, let's give way!" The mountain master hugged the two women and stared at Xuan Ye. "Master Xuan Ye, you were recommended by Cave Master Zhang personally, so don't lose his
What a shame!"
Xuan Ye responded "yes" and took up his posture, but glanced lightly in the direction of the crowd, thinking of a strategy to deal with the enemy.
"A mere martial artist dares to humiliate me. Today I will show you how to write the word "death"!" After saying this, Doudong waved his long hair and swung it with vigor.
Xuan Ye calculated that these bandits only knew basic luck and didn't even know ordinary spells. They pretended to be shocked and hid in a crowded direction.
As the energy rushed away, the crowd suddenly became a mess. Fortunately for the robbers, the poor little women were unable to dodge and were beaten to pieces.
"Dou Lao Turtle, can you hit me accurately?"
"Dou Lao Turtle, I'll fuck you!"
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Regardless of the scolding, Doudong focused on Xuan Ye, wanting to take revenge today. Seeing that the other party was hiding in disgrace, his face was smiling like a flower.
"Don't hide! Didn't you ask me to take three moves without taking a step back? What? Why am I acting like a lost dog now, hahaha..."
Faced with the ridicule, Xuan Ye not only didn't get angry, but instead faced the anger and stepped back to the door with the help of his strength. In just a few steps, he could rush out of the hall.
But when he glanced outside the door from the corner of his eye, what he saw was bright lights, and at least nearly a hundred bandits were gambling at the entrance of the hall.
He secretly thought that he was being tricked. The mountain master was really worried about him. He had already ambushed his troops here. If he did any disobedience, he would be chopped into pieces and thrown into the baking pan!
Xuan Ye squinted his eyes, thinking that he really underestimated the pig.
This banquet was a set-up from the beginning. It was the first time we met to show off our power. The human flesh at the banquet was the first hurdle. There must have been other tricks in the middle.
As for the bandits outside the palace, they must have been arranged in advance. If they return home, they can be used as a deterrent. If they are disobedient, they will be killed on the spot.
He knew that his thinking was too simple, but so what? This group of bandits was just the second Xuan family, and the only one who was stronger than him was the mountain master.
"Die!" Doudong shouted and rushed over.
Seeing that there was no way out, Xuan Ye lost his worries and did not hide the sneer on his face.
Doudong didn't know that his death date had come, but he still shot towards Xuan Ye, but suddenly stopped three meters away.
He touched his neck and felt a damp feeling. When he raised his hand, it was covered with blood. Then he looked at Xuan Ye and took out an ash from somewhere, and then he realized... he was also a pen cultivator!
With a "pop" sound, Doudong fell to the ground, and the vitality on his face quickly disappeared.
There was deathly silence in the hall, and all eyes fell on the young man holding the pen.
The sect master who can instantly kill the middle stage of the clear form must at least have the cultivation level of the incarnation stage. Among them, only the mountain master and the two cave masters are in the incarnation stage. Naturally, no one dares to be the first to rush out and die.
"What? If you don't go up, you don't have to die?" The mountain owner was so angry that he smothered the girl next to him in his arms and roared: "I don't raise cowards in Black Wind Ridge!"
Upon hearing this, everyone took out their magic pens and rushed forward.
Those who can come to the banquet must be at least the sect master level, plus the five cave masters, there are at least thirty pen cultivators.
Faced with more than thirty qi energy, Xuan Ye naturally did not dare to resist, and turned around and walked out of the hall. First, he threw a qi energy in the air, causing smoke and dust on the ground to obscure his vision, and then he ducked and hid by the door.
When the bandits outside the temple heard the noise, they swarmed forward and collided with the energy rushing out of the temple.
With a "boom", several people running in front were shattered into pieces and scattered all over the ground.
Xuan Ye quickly looked for the weak point, regardless of the consumption of spiritual power, he wrote three words in a row and rushed towards the weak point.
There was another explosion, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams were heard everywhere.
He didn't care much, and rushed towards the crowd despite the blood. The long hair in his hand burst into gray light, and the scattered pen and ink turned into a long knife, killing three people in the blink of an eye.
The bandits still couldn't figure out what was going on. They only heard the screams and the thick smell of blood floating in the air. They were like headless flies and couldn't find anyone.
When everyone in the hall came out, Zhang Chong pointed to one side of the crowd and roared: "Idiot, on the left! Don't let him escape!"
Xuan Ye, who was about to break through the siege, found that the wall of people in front of him was getting thicker and thicker. His panic was mixed with a hint of excitement.
As the smell of blood gets thicker and thicker, the heart beats faster and faster, the panic in the heart is replaced by excitement, the blood rushes to the top of the head, and the movements become faster and faster.
In an instant, the gray light was replaced by red light, and the condensed ink edge of the pen sometimes turned into a knife, sometimes into a sword, and sometimes into a piercing spear.
At this time, all the bandits felt the fear of being dominated by the incarnation stage. Even the lowest quality Huihao could use ever-changing weapon forms, and Mo Feng was even more domineering and ruthless.
The most terrifying thing was Xuan Ye, with dense blood floating around him, and his eyes turning completely red, like the god of death in purgatory.
In just half a stick of incense, thirty or forty people have fallen on the ground. Broken limbs and broken arms can be seen everywhere. Blood is flowing on the ground and has condensed into a thick, hot slurry.
All the bandits formed a circle and did not dare to get closer than ten meters around Xuan Ye.
Zhang Chong and others were also frightened, but there was another knocking sound behind them, and they knew that the mountain master was impatient to wait.
The four sect masters jumped into the battle circle at the same time and charged at Xuan Ye with all their strength.
Xuan Ye, who had been gradually controlled by the demon blood in his body, felt that the people in front of him moved very slowly. Their figures flashed, and when they landed, there were four more corpses.
At this moment, a vision suddenly occurred.
"Zhang Chong, look quickly, he...his head!"
Zhang Chong looked intently and saw two horns sprouting from Xuan Ye's forehead, which looked somewhat similar to antlers of a deer. They looked very evil.
"Demon! He is a demon!" As soon as the man finished speaking, he was dragged away by the sudden burst of red blood.
This blood energy was like a palm, squeezing the man tightly in his hand.
Xuan Ye trampled the man under his feet, pressed the bloody ash on his heart, and sneered: "Monster? Who is the monster! Then what are you cannibals?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "pop" sound, and the gray-haired Mo Feng penetrated his heart.
Xuan Ye raised his cold eyes and looked at Zhang Chong at the entrance of the hall, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the place.
Zhang Chong felt a chill in his heart, and felt a cold wind blowing against his face, carrying a strong smell of blood. At this moment, he was so scared that he didn't even have the courage to hold a pen!
However, the blood shadow passed by him and rushed into the hall.
Xuan Ye stood in the center of the hall, glanced at the woman huddled aside, and then looked at the fat pig that was feasting on human flesh, with a cold look in his eyes.
The mountain owner was also stunned. He didn't expect to hit a hard bone this time. He kept chewing on his mouth and stared at Xuan Ye casually.
"In the early stages of your transformation, I really underestimated you. The official hired a ruthless person this time."
Xuan Ye didn't answer, he sacrificed the ashes and drew them out of thin air, and the broken characters went straight towards the fat pig with the strong wind.
"Hmph, it's just a broken word trick!" The mountain master shouted deeply, pulled out a thick black pen from the belly fat, concentrated Mo Feng and threw out a burst of energy.
This energy is thick and powerful, even stronger than Po Zi San San.
With a "boom", the two moves collided, and the strength was even stronger. After smashing the broken characters, they fell on the green bricks and opened a three-meter-long crack!
However, Xuan Ye's figure disappeared in the main hall!
The mountain owner raised his head and looked around, and suddenly felt a cold wind coming. The next second, a black energy fell from the air.
With a "swish" sound, he felt severe pain in his lower body. His face, which was covered with fat, twisted together. Tears and snot flowed out of his nose immediately!
"Ah...ah..." Miserable wailings came out one after another, which were both weak and painful.
Xuan Ye stepped on the ugly face of the mountain master and kicked him to the ground. Then he turned around and looked at Zhang Chong and others who rushed out. The blood energy emanating from his body made everyone stop in their tracks.
"The mountain master... was defeated!"
A sense of despair filled the hearts of all the bandits, and they all looked fearful and were about to flee.
"Whoever dares to take a step back, I will kill first!" Zhang Chong's voice was cold and his eyes were cold. He took out the long green and red pen from his waist and pointed at Xuan Ye in the center of the hall.
"The mountain master is dead, and the person who kills him will be the next mountain master!"