The Dragon King's Doctor-in-Law of the Female President

Wei Yongchang scolded with a ferocious look on his face: "Yang Mingjun, you bastard, I've known for a long time that you don't like me. When did I say that I would take too many people with you?"

"You said you wanted to kill everyone around the second young master."

"Now you are saying it was me who said it, you are a bastard!"

Bai Mo watched the internal strife between Yang Mingjun and Wei Yongchang with a sneer on his face.

The white-haired old man looked at his four former disciples. Two were dead, and the remaining two were slandering and abusing each other.

For a moment, his face was filled with disappointment and a bitter smile.

"Fuck you!" Yang Mingjun shouted, then he came to Wei Yongchang with a thud and slapped Wei Yongchang on the top of his head.

Wei Yongchang didn't expect that Yang Mingjun would suddenly attack him. He was stunned for a moment, and then his face was filled with panic.

"Bang!" Yang Mingjun's palm was an angry move and directly shattered Wei Yongchang's Tianling Cap.

Wei Yongchang had blood coming from his nose and mouth. He fell to the ground and was thrashing. He looked like he would not survive.

Originally, the distance between the two was not far, but after the injury, the distance between them was only half a meter.

Even Bai Mo didn't react.

After Yang Mingjun killed Wei Yongchang, he looked up at Bai Mo.

"Bai Mo, I want to cooperate with the Bai family. It has nothing to do with anyone else. I admit it!"

"If you want to kill, you have to kill Xi Ting Zun!"

"It's just that those ordinary disciples and the old president have nothing to do with this matter. I beg you to let them go!"

Hearing Yang Mingjun's words, Bai Mo sneered and said, "Finally, there is a man with backbone!"

"But you are thinking too well. I told you that the Martial Arts Association will become famous in the imperial capital today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Mo grabbed Yang Mingjun.

"You let Dingtian suffer the pain of the reversal of Xuan Gong, I won't let you die so happily!"

But just when Bai Mo was about to catch Yang Mingjun, a strong wind suddenly came from behind him, and then he heard the roar of the white-haired old man.

"Bai Mo, I will fight with you!"

"Mingjun, leave quickly!"

In an instant, the figure of the white-haired old man arrived in front of Bai Mo. Bai Mo turned around calmly and gave the white-haired old man a slap in the face.

"boom!"

After Bai Mo and the white-haired old man exchanged palms, their bodies instantly moved a dozen steps behind them.

"Reversal of Xuan Gong?" Bai Mo looked at the white-haired old man coldly and said.

The white-haired old man shouted to Yang Mingjun on the ground: "Mingjun, leave quickly!"

After saying that, the white-haired old man rushed towards Bai Mo again.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Mo and the white-haired old man were fighting together again.

"boom!"

The white-haired old man hit Bai Mo on the chest, causing Bai Mo's body to fall back again.

Before Bai Mo could stabilize his body, the white-haired old man arrived in front of Bai Mo again.

At this time, a streak of blood appeared at the corner of Bai Mo's mouth. The palm of the white-haired old man just now caused the blood in his body to surge.

"Very good!" Bai Mo said, "This is interesting!"

The middle-aged man in black on a tall building in the distance said, "Is this the strategy you're talking about?"

"The reversal of mystical skills by a holy warrior is no joke!"

"Bai Mo actually won't leave and wants to fight with that guy!"

The reversal of Xuan Gong allows the warrior to improve his cultivation level by one rank at the cost of burning his vitality.

The white-haired old man was originally in the middle stage of the Saint Realm. After the Mysterious Kung Reversal, he reached the peak of the Saint Realm in an instant, and even showed some signs of wanting to break through.

But after all, it was at the cost of burning his vitality, so the white-haired old man could only stop there.

Even so, the cultivation level at the peak of the Holy Realm is terrifying!

Not to mention the imperial capital, how many warriors at the peak of the holy realm are there in those hidden families?

Bai Mo also had a look of solemnity on his face at this time.

The white-haired old man attacked Bai Mo fiercely, "Don't you want my Xuan Gong to be reversed?"

"as you wish!"

"Bai Mo, I will definitely kill you today!"

"I will not only kill you, but also Su Muqing and demolish your home!"

Just as the white-haired old man said, all Bai Mo did before, killing four people from Yang Mingjun, was just to force the white-haired old man to reverse his mysterious power.

Whatever Ye Dingtian endured, he must let the Martial Arts Association bear it too!

Bai Mo snorted coldly and said, "You can tell me if you have the ability?"

"Bang bang bang!" In an instant, Bai Mo and the white-haired old man exchanged more than a dozen palms.

The entire courtyard of the Martial Arts Association was filled with shock waves from the battle between the two of them.

When Yang Mingjun saw the white-haired old man's mysterious power reversed, his face was full of grief and anger.

The reversal of Xuan Gong means that the old president will not survive even if he kills Bai Mo.

"Old president!" Yang Mingjun cried loudly with tears on his face.

The white-haired old man shouted: "Ming Jun, leave quickly, you are at the Martial Arts Association!"

"I will definitely kill Bai Mo today!"

After hearing the words of the white-haired old man, Yang Mingjun stood up with a sad face, turned around and ran towards the courtyard wall of the Martial Arts Association.

He must go. If the old president cannot kill Bai Mo, he will avenge the old president and these people from the Martial Arts Association!

Seeing that Yang Mingjun was about to leave, Bai Mo immediately fired a sword energy at Yang Mingjun.

"How dare you!" The white-haired old man had a messy head and a ferocious expression.

"boom!"

A palm wind immediately met Bai Mo's sword energy, and the sword energy and palm wind collided, making a huge sound.

Bai Mo was knocked back five steps by the white-haired old man again. When he looked up, Yang Mingjun had already crossed the courtyard wall.

"Ah!" The white-haired old man shouted again, raising his aura to the extreme.

He wanted to kill Bai Mo before the effect of Xuan Gong's reversal disappeared.

However, the white-haired old man was also surprised when he fought against Bai Mo after reversing his Xuan Gong.

After reversing his Xuan Gong, he was already a warrior at the peak of the Holy Realm. Unexpectedly, he was still unable to kill Bai Mo.

In an instant, the white-haired old man launched another fast attack against Bai Mo.

Bai Mo kept walking around the white-haired old man, feeling the palm wind from the white-haired old man.

He thought to himself: "Is this the strength of the peak of the Holy Realm?"

Everyone who follows Bai Mo knows that Bai Mo is very strong, but in fact Bai Mo's martial arts cultivation is only the strength of the early stage of the Holy Realm.

The reason why Bai Mo is strong is because Bai Mo has the ability to cross levels and challenge.

The middle-aged man in white said that Bai Mo is a strategic man.

Facts have proved that he was right. Bai Mo's decision to come to the Martial Arts Association was not an impulsive decision at all.

When he was in the imperial capital before, he knew that there was an old president of the Martial Arts Association whose cultivation had reached the holy realm. Five years had passed and it was impossible that he had not improved at all.

Expelled the Martial Arts Association, avenged Ye Dingtian, and used Xuan Gong, the old president of the Martial Arts Association, to reverse the battle of life and death to hone his martial arts!

This is the purpose of Bai Mo coming to the Martial Arts Association!

Three birds with one stone!

The white-haired old man pressed on Bai Mo step by step, but Bai Mo's speed was too fast, so the white-haired old man could only follow behind Bai Mo and attack.

"Bai Mo, what kind of hero are you running around like this?" The white-haired old man was already a little crazy at this time and shouted.

Bai Mo said lightly: "As you wish!"

In an instant, Bai Mo tapped his foot, and the person was in mid-air.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"