The only remaining Dadong Ronin in Wei Leran's party strode out.
This guy is also a disciple of Daitobu God Miyamoto Musashi, and is a fellow disciple of Kameda Ichiro who died just now.
After seeing his junior brother die tragically in Qinglong's hands, he could no longer restrain his murderous intent.
"Brother Yamamoto, wait a minute."
Wei Leran hurriedly stopped the Dadong Ronin.
"You want to stop me?" The Daito Ronin named Yamamoto said displeasedly: "Today I must avenge Kameda, and no one can stop me."
Wei Leran advised: "Brother Yamamoto has misunderstood. I didn't want to stop you, but Qinglong is very skilled. You alone may not be his opponent."
Little did he know that these words angered Yamamoto.
"Elder Wei, what do you mean? Are you saying that I am not good at studying?" Yamamoto was very dissatisfied.
"Brother Yamamoto, you have obtained the true inheritance of Daito Martial God. Of course I can trust your skills. However, Qinglong is known as the number one master of Longmen. It is not easy to kill him."
"Now there are more of us than them. To be on the safe side, I suggest that we go together. This way we have a better chance of winning."
"What do you think?"
Wei Leran looked at the others.
"I agree."
"I agree."
At that moment, a group of people agreed.
"Since everyone agrees, then the four of you, Brother Tan, Lady Hong, and Brother Yamamoto, will join forces to surround Qinglong."
"Master Wujing, how do you and Elder Tian of our sect deal with Qilin?"
"Okay." The bald monk nodded in agreement.
The zombie-faced guy next to Wei Leran said coldly: "It all depends on the arrangements of the great elder."
"Very good." Wei Leran nodded with satisfaction.
"Elder Wei, what are you doing when we go to kill people? Shouldn't you be looking for the little girl?" the red lady said with a sweet smile.
Wei Leran sighed: "I am getting old now, and my energy is not as good as before. Even if I want to find a little girl, I still have more than enough energy but not enough! However, if you like me, Lady Red, I can do it after the enemy is dealt with."
Let me play with you."
coax--
The whole audience burst into laughter.
"Bah, a dog can't spit out ivory." The red lady blushed and broke a mouthful.
"Don't be angry, Lady Red. I was joking with you just now." Wei Leran said with a smile: "There is only one thing I have to do, and that is to kill Cao Yuan."
After hearing the conversation between these people, Qinglong's heart sank.
What he was most worried about happened.
If fighting alone, Qinglong is not afraid of any of them, and he can even kill several enemies.
But if these guys attack in groups, things will be in trouble.
Once he and Qilin were entangled by the enemy, the Nine Thousand Years Old would be left unprotected and would be in great danger.
Of course, there is a real person with long eyebrows secretly.
I just don’t know if the other party has any backup plans?
At this moment, Wei Leran burst out laughing: "Qinglong, there is no doubt that you are highly skilled."
"If it were another time, I would still be interested in competing with you, but today, my purpose is to kill you all."
"So, next time we won't fight you alone, we will fight together."
"Qinglong, do you still have the confidence to block so many of us?"
Qilin cursed: "How can you be a hero if you bully the few with more? Shameless!"
"This elder is not a hero, so I don't think it is shameless to bully the minority."
Wei Leran's eyes fell on the nine thousand year old body again, and he said in a cold voice: "Cao Yuan, when I was in Miao territory, I had the opportunity to kill you, but because of a single thought, I let you go, but I didn't expect that this release would be
Let the tiger return to the mountain."
"For these years, you have been against our Witch God Cult."
"He also founded Longmen and threatened to destroy our Wushen Sect. It's really disrespectful."
"Today, this elder will tell you that there is only one way to go against our Witch God Sect, and that is the road to death."
"Hahaha..." Wei Leran suddenly laughed wildly and said: "Cao Yuan, your beloved Su Zi was burned to death by my order to light a sky lantern, and you died in my hands today. You said,
Is this God’s arrangement from somewhere?”
"Even if I am shattered to pieces today, I will drag you to death with me."
Cao Yuan stared at Wei Leran with his eyes, his calm expression concealing murderous intent.
"You are the ones who will die today, but I will not die." Wei Leran waved his hand: "Brothers, come on."
In an instant, the people around him strode forward.
The Tan brothers, Red Lady, and Yamamoto quickly surrounded Qinglong.
Wu Jing and Elder Tian also approached Qilin.
"Cao Yuan, your death has come."
Wei Leran walked toward Nine Thousand Years Old with a smile on his face.
Suddenly, an untimely voice sounded: "They say that the Wushen Cult is shameless. Today I have seen it. Since you want to bully the minority, I will join in the fun."
"Who?" Wei Leran quickly turned his head.
I saw an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand walking out of the woods.
The most eye-catching thing is the old Taoist priest's two eyebrows, which are a full ten centimeters long.
"It's you!" Wei Leran recognized Changmei Zhenren at a glance, and his face darkened.
"Who is he?" Yamamoto asked the red lady next to him as he didn't know the real person with long eyebrows.
The red lady said solemnly: "He is the headmaster of Longhu Mountain, Chang Mei Zhenren, the third-ranked master on the Dragon Ranking."
Immediately, Yamamoto tightened his grip on the knife at his waist, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Master Changmei stood beside Cao Yuan and said: "Qinglong, Qilin, go ahead and kill the enemy, but there are poor Taoists here to keep Cao Yuan safe."
"Thank you, senior." Both Qinglong and Qilin felt great fighting spirit.
Wei Leran said in a deep voice: "Master Changmei, this matter is a grudge between our Witch God Sect and Longmen. Please don't interfere, otherwise..."
"Otherwise you will kill me too, right?" Master Changmei said disdainfully: "You will not be my opponent even if you practice for another hundred years."
Wei Leran smiled coldly: "I am indeed not your opponent, but don't think that no one can stop you."
"Then call out the people who can stop me." Master Changmei said, "I know you still have a trump card."
Wei Leran clapped his hands.
Soon, two figures slowly emerged from the forest behind them.
One man and one woman.
The man is an old man, about sixty or seventy years old. He is wearing a white Tang suit. He has a very special temperament that makes people feel like spring breeze.
As for the woman, she is very young, no more than twenty-five years old. She is extremely beautiful, her skin is as good as snow, and her eyes are like a pool of clear water. When she looks around, she has an elegant and noble temperament that makes people take pictures of her.
I feel ashamed and dare not blaspheme.
She was wearing a long white dress, with black hair like clouds, and a sword slung across her back, like a fairy who was not stained by the mortal world.
