The Wu Shi Sect doesn't care about geniuses, because everyone who can come here is a genius, but the degree is different.
The few people present are the heads of the inner courtyard, and there are countless geniuses who have been missed by their subordinates, but there are very few people who can make them have distracting thoughts like Wei He.
If Wei He had been included on the entrance wall at the beginning, perhaps the situation would be different now.
Qingye couldn't help but have these thoughts in his heart.
pity....
She regretted not only the deaths of Yan Jiuzhen and Wei He, but also the impending demise of Wei He.
The masters of the three main peaks were furious and went down the mountain to hunt. Wei He had no chance of being spared.
"Senior brother...after all these years, are you still using another way to make me forget you?" Qingye sighed softly, turned around and finally left.
Unlike the indifference of the inner and outer courts, the response from the three main peaks was faster than expected.
Two hours later.
Two people from Yuya Peak went down the mountain without taking anyone with them, and headed straight towards the Wan Du Gate in the Black House Mountains.
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The light and shadow in the dense forest are mottled, constantly passing by the motorcade.
Wei He sat quietly on the last carriage.
The horses in the trailer are not ordinary horses, but semi-alien horses mixed with the blood of special alien beasts.
This kind of horse is much stronger and taller than ordinary horses, has amazing endurance, sharp senses, and a slightly higher IQ than ordinary livestock.
Wei He was sitting on the side of the car, with the door open and his legs hanging in the air. He couldn't help but sigh as he listened to the conversations of other people in the motorcade and the noises of children.
He touched the rough texture of the wooden slats of the carriage next to his legs.
"Unknowingly, I have become the most annoying type I have ever seen."
He is actually an ordinary person who just wants to live an ordinary and quiet life.
Unfortunately, even such a simple wish has never been achieved.
At every moment, he was making arrangements and plans for various possible threats and dangers.
I also spend a lot of time practicing martial arts every day. There are no holidays, no entertainment activities, and very few friends. All I do is practice hard, practice hard, practice hard!
"Sir, the front is the Jinzhou border. There is a boundary monument." The accompanying guard on one side cautiously approached and whispered.
This guard was just released from the dungeon. He was poisoned and had lost his temper. Now he is afraid of Wei He.
In other words, since the battle last night.
In the entire Wandu Sect, including the disciples, no one was not afraid of Wei He.
Killing is very simple, but being able to kill people to the point of making them scared is a skill.
"How long does it take to get to Wei Fang City?" Wei He asked casually.
"According to our speed, it will take about a month. We are already very fast, and the speed of all vehicles is at least twice that of an ordinary convoy." The man answered carefully.
"As soon as possible." Wei He said simply.
His ears suddenly twitched, he held up one hand and jumped from the car to the ground.
"I'm going to take a breather. You continue on your way. I'll catch up with you later."
After saying a few words, he unfolded his movements, made a few movements, and disappeared into the dense forest in a blink of an eye.
The speed was so fast that the rest of the convoy didn't even notice Wei He leaving.
This sect master is too fast. He appears and disappears sometimes. This is normal.
Even if someone finds out, they probably won't care. Everyone is used to it.
Wei He drove back for about a mile, then stopped by the roadside, found a piece of bluestone and sat down cross-legged.
From afar, he felt someone was catching up to him, and he was going very fast.
After he killed two hospital leaders in front of him last night, someone else came after him brazenly, and his identity could be guessed without even thinking.
He must be a master of the three main peaks of Wu Shi Sect.
This time, he is different from the coward before.
This time it will definitely be a tough battle.
Wei He adjusted his breathing and tidied up his physical condition.
The three people who beat Yan Jiuzhen before were unable to test how strong he really was. Because the three of them were like soap bubbles, breaking as soon as they were touched.
But this time, Wu Shi Sect must have sent Ming Gan.
It was now March, winter had just passed, the leaves in the forest were dark and dull, and the cold wind was whistling through the gaps, like some kind of musical instrument being played.
Before long, Wei He heard two figures rushing towards him on the official road.
There was no horse riding, no riding in a car, just traveling with legs and feet.
Both of them were dressed in pure white Taoist robes. The robes were different from ordinary Taoist robes. Their arms were changed into short sleeves, and under the sleeves, they wore circles of gray and white bandage-like cloth strips.
On the cloth strip, various Taoist symbols and runes are written and painted in light red writing.
Looking from a distance, it has a faint mysterious color.
Soon, the two people also saw Wei He waiting on the roadside and quickly stopped.
One of them is tall and thin, the other is short and fat. They look no different from ordinary Taoist priests you meet on the roadside.
But only Wei He could feel the huge fluctuations of energy, blood and strength emanating from their bodies.
The feeling is like standing next to a high-temperature steel furnace and feeling waves of heat rushing towards you at any time.
At this moment, the two people were like two undisguised steel-making furnaces.
The tall and thin Taoist held a scroll of portraits in his hand, unfolded it, and then looked at Wei He.
"Wei He of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect?" he asked sharply.
"Exactly. Who are you two?" Wei He stood up and patted the ashes on his robe.
"Song Ting."
"Songxian Pavilion."
The two of them replied simply.
"You have the strength and courage to kill the two leaders of the inner courtyard. Brother Wei, speaking of which, if you and I were to live in different places, I might not be as courageous as you." Song Ting, a tall and thin old man, said loudly.
"Brother, why are you talking so much? If you solve him, you have to go back to the mountain quickly, otherwise there will be trouble when the time comes!" Another person, Song Xiange, said impatiently.
"Why are you in a hurry? It's hard to come down here. Things must be settled smoothly." Song Ting replied.
"What do you want to say?" Wei He was also happy to delay, and he was also observing the two Ming Sense masters from the Wu Shi Sect.
Speaking of which, he has not been exposed to many Ming Senses, so he is extremely unfamiliar with this level.
Now that I have the opportunity, I naturally want to learn more about it.
"I want to ask, why did you want to kill him at that time? You could obviously arrest the person first, but after capturing him, you wouldn't have a complete stalemate with Wu Shi Sect and form a deadly feud." Song Ting asked curiously.
He didn't seem to care about the deaths of Song Qinghu and Yan Jiuzhen, but simply wondered about the answer to this question.
"..." Wei He fell silent.
"Why, is there something unspeakable?" Song Ting asked in surprise.
"No...there's nothing bad to say." Wei He sighed, "Actually, the real situation is that I didn't intend to kill anyone...I never expected that they wouldn't be able to stop them..."
"..." This time it was Song Ting's turn to be silent.
"Okay, brother, why are you talking so much? Let's solve the problem! Quick, quick! I have to go back early to practice my mind!" Song Xiange on the side urged again.
"You are very interesting." Song Ting looked at Wei He with regret, "I heard that you were still a member of my branch of the Wushi Sect. It's a pity that you were not lucky enough to enter the inner courtyard. Otherwise, it is impossible to say that you would be in a different situation now."
He walked a few steps forward, stood still, untied his upper body robe, and threw it to hang on a branch of a tree aside.
"Wan Du Sect was born in Tianyin Sect. Speaking of which, I also fought against Shangguan Ji. Ever since my father died, that guy has been getting worse and worse, and his energy and energy are getting worse day by day.
At our level, martial arts cultivation means that if you don't advance, you will retreat, and if you retreat, you will be in danger, but he doesn't understand this truth. It's a pity..."
"Brother! Stop talking!" Song Xiange, a short and fat old man on the side, spoke up again, yelling impatiently.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Wei, I'm not the rubbish in the door you fought against before. Be careful, I'm going to hit you hard." Song Ting seemed to have a good impression of Wei He and reminded him seriously.
"Song Ting, Song Ting..." Wei He suddenly seemed to think of something. He had read extensively in Tianya Tower before, and he had some understanding of many older generation masters in Taizhou.
The name Song Ting was active eighty years ago. At that time, he was recorded as a top powerhouse in the state annals.
Judging from the records in the classics, it seems that he was also the person who held the first position in the seven courtyards of the inner courtyard.
"Are you... the third master in Taizhou eighty years ago, Song Ting of Hanshan Quan?" Wei He suddenly remembered, and his face showed surprise.
"Haha, it seems that I still have some reputation. Some people still remember me, which is rare." Song Ting suddenly became happy.
"If that's the case, then I'll... let you breathe!"
The words just fell.
Song Ting stepped forward and arched his body.
hiss!!
The muscles all over his body expanded rapidly, and his originally dark skin quickly turned black and red.
In less than two seconds, he changed from a tall and thin old man of over 1.8 meters to a strong man of over 2 meters.
"The final step of the shadow."
Song Ting turned around, and in an instant his burly figure turned into a shadow and rushed towards Wei He.
Bang!!
The sound of continuous rapid and heavy footsteps merged into an explosion due to the excessive speed and rhythm.
Wei He felt his eyes flash as people walked in front of him.
He did not dare to neglect, and the strength of his whole body that had been prepared suddenly burst out, the locked energy and blood surged out wildly, and his body suddenly expanded, returning to his three-meter size.
Bang!!!
The two of them shot at the same time, one with the Mountain Back Fist and the other with the Heart-Breaking Seal.
With one punch and one palm strike, the two majestic powers, one flexible and demonic, the other thick and tough, were equally matched.
After one move.
The two of them each took a few steps back and regained their composure.
"A few moments!" Song Ting said with a smile, "It's not really powerful, but it's interesting to be able to block it."
"Senior is not bad either." Wei He felt at ease, this was Minggan's true strength.
If Yan Jiuzhen was just as rubbish as before, then he would be really disappointed with Minggan's current level.
The danger is so great and the benefit is so little. It's completely out of proportion.
He estimated the strength of the opponent's active power and found that it could not penetrate his protective power, but he could feel the threat.
In comparison, this Song Ting is still worse than You Fu and stronger than Zhu Chen. He should be as different as the Three-Headed Raccoon.
"Come again!"
The two stopped talking nonsense and stepped forward to engage in an orthodox face-to-face confrontation.
Both of them are good at frontal combat. The strength of Wushi Huishan Fist is famous for its heavy weight. Their boxing techniques are steady and comprehensive, capable of both offense and defense.
Only then did Wei He truly realize the true power of Wu Shi Sect.
Song Ting's strength is not really strong, and the special effects of strength are only aggravating. Among the many special effects, the bonus is only about half, which is not very strong.
The moves of Huishanquan are not very powerful, they can only be considered average.
But obviously they don't look very powerful, but when the three kinds of weapons are fused together, a chemical reaction seems to occur, making Song Ting's offensive as high as a mountain.
Every time you advance or retreat, it feels like a mountain is moving.
The offensive is powerful and the defense is impeccable.
Wei He relied on the speed of his movement to speed up the circle, trying to find a weak spot in the blind corner to attack, but after several turns, he could not find Song Ting's weak spot.
A simple set of back-to-the-mountain punches, combined with the lingering strength, actually formed a flawless defense like an iron curtain.
In the end, Wei He could only confront Song Ting face to face.
The two of them fought each other head-on with one punch and one palm. The true strength and the sea-turning strength were also consumed head-on.
For a while, heavy crashes continued to explode, and no one could do anything.
Song Ting could not break through Wei He's protective power defense, and Wei He could not break through Song Ting's protective power iron curtain.
Just when he was considering using the Tower Climb and Jing Hong Jue, Song Xian Pavilion on the side made a move.