When other people see their brother being humiliated, no matter whether they form cliques or dislike each other, in front of outsiders, that is their own face.
Several more people rushed up.
Liuhuo just thought about not showing mercy anymore and just crippling them to avoid being entangled.
But Wei Anliang outside never let his men stop, and several of his followers stood beside him to guard him carefully.
He carefully observed Liu Huo's Kung Fu, but he couldn't see any way out. Although the Cao Gang was famous, they were not serious Jianghu people after all.
They are basically not involved in the battles between Jianghu sects and martial arts.
Therefore, for some martial arts masters, some particularly weird ones are naturally rare.
Liu Huo and others learned kung fu from Ye Zhiyun.
Ye Zhiyun is a genius, he is proficient in one thing, at least a hundred.
I know a hundred things, at least I know a thousand things.
Therefore, he had many disciples and subordinates, and many of the martial arts were taught by him, but each one taught him something different.
Just like Huangfu Jin, although he taught him, he couldn't learn the kung fu that Huangfu Jin learned himself, so Huangfu Jin was much better than him.
Similarly, he taught Xiao Yulou a lot, but he only knew some skills, but Xiao Yulou was good at them, so Xiao Yulou could teach his apprentices on his behalf and make those apprentices proficient in one skill.
The Liuhuo and Liuyun Kung Fu were basically taught by him, and they also needed guidance from Huang Fujin, so they were naturally different.
They don't have many tricks and are very complicated, but they can always catch people by surprise, and they have one or two tricks that make it hard to guard against.
So even though Wei Anliang was well-informed, how could he know the details of Ye Zhiyun?
"Oh, oh, oh, don't fight, don't fight. It's a rainy day. It's really a good weather to welcome guests!"
When the fight was getting fierce, someone from outside broke in as if he was in a deserted place.
Wei Anliang's people tried to stop him, but he slipped in like a slippery loach.
Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw him. This man was dressed in white and had a cynical smile on his face, but his face was too beautiful and too flawless. If his smile hadn't been so bad that it was printed on the painting, it would have been okay.
A banished immortal that makes people worship him.
He was carrying a rattan basket with several large and thick brushes inserted in it. The basket was like a scholar's box and had a fold over his head to protect him from the sun and rain.
