"Master, don't you think Junior Sister doesn't care anymore?" At this time, Jiang Ting also knelt down.
She had sworn an oath in front of Zhao Qianye, but she didn't expect that just one day later, the oath would become nonsense.
"Jiang Ting, you have always opposed cooperation with him, why have you become so confused? Now that we are going to fight for everything, can Yunling Mountain continue to survive? As for Zi Yan, she didn't listen to me, everything is her fault
It’s your own fault.”
Taoist Yunxia stared at the two disciples kneeling at his feet and then glanced at everyone.
"Now everyone listens to me. While the two families are fighting fiercely, take the opportunity to control the Zhuwu District and defend our headquarters in Yunling Mountain. Only then will we have hope. Stop talking nonsense and come with me quickly..."
Taoist Yunxia yelled at the few remaining disciples, and then walked quickly towards the bamboo house area.
That is the home of the Yunling Mountain people. As long as they take the home back, there will be plenty of development opportunities in the future.
Although Zhou Qian and Jiang Ting were sad, neither of them dared to resist their master.
The two of them could only stand up, lower their heads and follow Taoist Yunxia towards the Bamboo House area.
At this time, Murong Duanqiao and the injured Murong Yuhan were locked in a sturdy bamboo house.
Murong Duanqiao was tied to a pillar with a rag stuffed in his mouth.
Murong Yuhan, who was seriously injured, was also tied behind his back and thrown to the ground.
At this moment, a person suddenly appeared in the room.
This man was wearing a black cloak, and his face looked horribly dry.
Seeing this old guy, Murong Duanqiao immediately started struggling fiercely, and his eyes, which were already despairing, were suddenly filled with hope.
This withered old man is Murong Kushu, the elder of the Murong family.
The fight on the mountain today also alarmed him.
Flying to the bamboo house area, he noticed that Murong Duanqiao and Murong Yuhan were in the house.
Murong Kushu came in quickly. Unexpectedly, the two of them were caught.
"It's really useless. Yunling Mountain, which I worked so hard to conquer for you, was lost so quickly..."
Murong Kushu cursed angrily, stretched out his hand and pointed a finger, a ray of light flashed, and the rope tied to Murong Kushu's body was immediately broken.
Murong Kushu quickly broke free, tore off the rag in his mouth, and knelt down in front of Murong Kushu with a plop.
"Great Elder, Great Elder, fortunately you are here, otherwise we would have died..."
"Stop talking nonsense, get up quickly and leave with your good-for-nothing son on your back..."
Feeling someone running towards this side, Murong Kushu said quickly.
Murong Duanqiao hurriedly walked over, untied the rope that tied Murong Yuhan, put him on his back and ran outside.
Murong Kushu did not leave, he just meditated on the spot in the house, waiting for the arrival of those people.
This time in the mountains, he found a ten thousand-year-old spiritual grass. After swallowing it, not only did his injuries heal, but his skill also increased a lot.
But Taoist Yunxia couldn't be as lucky as him. He probably hadn't fully recovered from his injuries at this time, so now was the best chance to kill him.
When Taoist Yunxia returned to the Zhuwu District, he immediately felt a powerful aura.
"No, that old thief may be here. Be prepared for emergencies immediately."
Taoist Yunxia had many calculations, but he did not expect that Murong Kushu would also come back and be waiting for him in the Zhuwu District.
"Master, why don't we go back now and meet Zhao Qianye..." Zhou Qian took the opportunity to say.
"Zhou Qian, are you mentally retarded?"
"Zhao Qianye is surrounded by a large number of masters from the Murong family. Does he still have a chance to come out? Now we masters and disciples must work together to kill the old thieves from the Murong family first, so that no one will dare to threaten us again...
"
After being yelled at by Taoist Yunxia, no one of the six disciples following him dared to speak anymore. They all secretly gathered their strength and were ready to take action.
These people in Yunling Mountain had long prepared herbs to withstand the pressure of strong men, and now they had them all in their mouths, planning to use the tactic of hitting one more to surround and destroy the strongest enemy.
"He's in the house, come with me..."
At this time Taoist Yunxia shouted, jumped up and flew towards the roof of the bamboo house.
The six disciples following him also flew over together.
With a click, the roof was shattered by Taoist Yunxia's palm, and all the people fell into the bamboo house.
Murong Kushu was already ready. Seeing Taoist Yunxia fall from the roof, he immediately raised his palm, aimed at Taoist Yunxia and pushed him over.
"boom……"
The palms of the two men met fiercely.
Suddenly the bamboo house was blown to pieces, and debris flew in all directions. (To be continued)