The madman goes down the mountain: I have five stunning masters

"Boy, I'll give you a chance too."

"Kowtow to my Li family one by one and admit your mistake, otherwise I will catch you, peel off your skin, and dig out your eyes!"

Li Zhen looked like he was in control.

His purpose of calling everyone here today was to establish his authority, and now it seems that his goal is about to be achieved.

clap clap clap!

The audience burst into warm applause: "Okay! The master of the family is mighty!"

“Young man, why don’t you kneel down and kowtow!”

"You are so stupid. If you don't kowtow, I will beat you to death!"

"Come and kowtow to Grandpa, or I'll break your neck if you don't!"

Li Zhen's followers scolded Ye Lingyun one after another, swearing endlessly, and the crowd was excited.

This made Li Zhen even more proud, and he became very high-spirited.

This was the first time he raised his arms and called out, and hundreds of people responded.

Faced with everyone's bad words, Ye Lingyun said nothing.

He opened his hand calmly, dozens of silver needles appeared in his hand, and he shook his hand and threw it out.

Ah ah ah~

The silver needle pierced into those people's mouths like lightning, piercing their tongues without any bias.

The tongues of the Li family, who were in their thirties and forties, suddenly became stiff and unable to move, and they could only make mechanical duck sounds.

They opened their mouths wide and stuck out their tongues, their eyes widened, almost like the black and white capricious tongues that threatened their lives.

The scene fell silent, and those people shut up.

Seeing Ye Lingyun take out the silver needle again, those people turned around and covered their mouths, fearing that the silver needle would prick their tongues.

"It seems you don't cherish the opportunity!"

Whoosh!

Ye Lingyun teleported in front of Li Zhen and punched him.

"Hmph! Little Wuzong, dare to fight with me!"

Li Zhen sneered and slapped Ye Lingyun's fist with his palm: "See if I don't smash your fist!"

He was confident that he could crush Ye Lingyun.

Bang, click!

Li Zhen's arm exploded into a ball of blood mist, and he flew backwards and hit the wall violently.

boom!

A human-shaped hole was opened in the wall, and Li Zhen spat out a mouthful of blood: "Boy, you hide your strength!"

"Haha! Just say I'm hiding my strength when I'm not as skilled as others. You're really an old loser."

Ye Lingyun said calmly: "If you had lived this long and had this little strength, I wouldn't have killed you head-on."

puff!

Li Zhen spat out another mouthful of blood, this time out of anger.

He really couldn't believe that he, the King of Martial Arts, could not defeat a Martial Sect. The most irritating thing was that the opponent was a young boy in his twenties.

Whoosh!

Mr. Mo stepped in front of Ye Lingyun, and without saying a word, he slapped his forehead with his palm: "Go to hell!"

Ye Lingyun didn't panic at all, he raised the Chengying Sword and slashed at Mr. Mo's arm.

There is no doubt that the palm that condensed the Venerable's Gang Qi was no match for the Shadow-bearing Divine Sword that was imbued with spiritual energy. It was cut off by the sword and blood spurted out wildly.

Ah!

Mr. Mo let out a scream and retreated violently: "You, what kind of sword is this!"

But as soon as he stood upright, Master Dorje was already standing beside him and slapped his chest with a palm.

Hey!

With a sigh, an old man dressed as a monk struck out from the air, knocking Dorje away.

"Amitabha!"

The monk recited the Dharma chant and walked step by step in front of Dorje: "Master Dorje, I didn't expect that you are also in the realm of the Venerable. Congratulations!"

Master Duoji was also surprised: "Master Suoluo, how come you have also advanced to the rank of venerable?"

Dorje and Solo were old friends and had a good relationship before.

But Suoluo didn't know that Duoji had another identity, that of Jueming Gu Master, and he was also a fake monk.

They used to be in the Martial King Realm, but neither of them expected that after so many years, both of them would advance to the Venerable Realm.

Duoji also recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Master Dora, why did you stop me?"

"This man designed to frame my master, I must kill him."

Solo sighed softly: "I am a worshiper of the Li family, so naturally I have to protect the head of the Li family. You'd better go back, you are no match for me."

"We have two venerables here. Lao Mo's injury is only minor. If we fight, you will definitely be the ones who die!"

He spoke in an understated manner, his eyes were calm, and he seemed not to take Ye Lingyun and Solo seriously.

"Not always!"

Dorje waved his hand, and several fist-sized iron-mouthed ants flew up and circled around Solo's head.

"Oh, is this a tough-mouthed ant?"

"No, this is a mutated iron-mouthed ant!" Zoro's expression changed drastically: "You, what is your relationship with the Gu Master?"

In his impression, only the Jue Ming Gu Master had Iron Mouth Ants, and the rest could not be cultivated.

Hehehe!

"That's not what you can know."

Duoji said in a deep voice: "Since we are old acquaintances, I won't make it difficult for you. Just go!"

"Amitabha!"

Solo clasped his hands together: "Collect people's money and eliminate disasters for them. The cause and effect cannot be broken!"

"Doji, please take action. Even if I lose, my skills are inferior to others. I accept my fate!"

There was great determination in his voice.

Master Duoji's eyes shone with a cold light: "Then don't blame me for being unkind!"

A crutch appeared in his hand, and his aura was rising steadily.

"what!"

Mr. Mo screamed repeatedly: "What's going on? I can't stop bleeding!"

He was horrified to find that the area cut off by Chengying Sword was still there, and even the trauma medicine was of no use.

When a warrior reaches the master level, broken body parts can be reattached; when a warrior reaches the venerable level, broken arms can be regenerated.

Mr. Mo was shocked to find that his arm could not regenerate!

"You poisonous boy, you have poison on your sword, right?"

Mo Lao's eyes almost burst out with fire: "Give me the antidote quickly, or I'll kill you!"

"Kill me?" Ye Lingyun pointed the Chengying sword at Mr. Mo, "You don't have the ability yet."

"Come on, I'll cut off your other arm!"

"You!" Mr. Mo shouted angrily, "Go to hell!"

He rushed over despite the pain.

"No! Mr. Mo, stop it!"

Master Solo stopped Mr. Mo: "It's not that you were poisoned, it's that there's something weird about his sword."

"If my guess is correct, the sword in his hand is the Shadow-bearing Divine Sword among the top ten divine swords."

"It is said that the body of the Chengying Sword is unstable. It is imbued with true energy and will bleed after killing someone. This sword can also suck blood!"

He looked at Ye Lingyun solemnly: "Where did you get the sword?"

Zoro's lips trembled slightly when he spoke, and his body, which usually remained unchanged even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, also trembled slightly at this moment.

He remembered someone.

Ye Lingyun smiled slightly: "You are not too stupid. Unlike this fool, you don't have enough brains."

"Of course this sword was given to me by my master."

"Stop talking nonsense! If you want to fight, then fight, bald donkey, you are grinding and grinding, don't you bother me!"

Ah!

Master?

Zoro was stunned, and a strange light suddenly appeared in his eyes: "It is indeed the Shadow Bearing Sword!"

Mr. Mo looked stern and laughed loudly: "I have been looking for a suitable weapon for so many years, but I didn't expect you to come to my door."

"From now on, the Shadow Sword is mine!"

Whoosh!

He took out a gray gourd from his arms: "Boy, go to hell!"