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"Someone, help Young Master Yuan to heal his wounds!"

Meng Xianyun glanced at Qin Yu out of the corner of her eye before walking away.

Why.

Qin Yu sighed secretly in his heart. Meng Xianyun gave him a pretty good impression at first. She was elegant, beautiful and had a noble temperament. But in the end, she showed her scheming side. He felt a little disappointed.

"Humph"

The two Wuzong elders rolled up their sleeves heavily. Their old faces were bruised and sparks were flying from Qin Yu's slap. How could they still have the nerve to sit at this table?

Other people in the martial arts world are not stupid either. Qin Yu is obviously courting death. Without the help of his identity as the Lord of Longmen, he will confront Wuzong like a fool. Whoever gets involved with him is courting death.

Naturally, the whole table was left with only Qin Yu and Yan Mingyu.

However, the people from the Sword Sect still filled it with wine and drinks to demonstrate the sect's hospitality.

Qin Yu didn't care about those things and pulled Yan Mingyu aside to talk in a low voice.

"Haha, Qin Yu, I won't disturb you and your sister-in-law's love affair, will I?"

A hearty voice sounded, and Du Qingyun sat over with his fellow apprentices.

It is obvious that these people have to take sides today, either Wu Zong or Qin Yu.

Du Qingyun chose to stand on Qin Yu's side without hesitation, because he regarded Qin Yu as a friend.

"Excuse me, we are Uncle Xu's nephews, can we sit here?"

The young master of Xuanmen actually chose to stand on Qin Yu's side.

A man who can convince an old swindler is definitely not someone other than a shallow-minded person in the world who can understand his potential.

"Haha, welcome, welcome!"

Qin Yu felt a little touched.

Neither the Yanqing Sect nor the Xuan Sect let me down.

Having two or three friends and confidants is enough; the attitudes of others have no influence on Qin Yu at all.

"Hey, he's already sat down, why aren't you waiting for us?"

At this time, a group of people in black robes walked over from not far away, followed by two jumping puppets.

They are the corpse-driving tribe.

They do have a temper and are planning to use the Sword Sect to establish their authority today and make the Corpse Driving Clan one of the eight major sects.

"Who the hell is this?"

"Oh, it stinks! I haven't showered in months!"

"They seem to be the corpse-driving tribe from western Hunan, a bunch of clowns!"

Those who can come here are all well-known martial arts masters, and no one takes the corpse-driving tribe seriously.

"Wow, a big sect has abundant resources, good wine and delicious food. Let's eat and drink our fill first!"

The group of corpse-driving people didn't care what others thought. They walked directly to Wu Zong's table and waved their arms: "You guys go aside, we'll sit at this table!"

"I think you are looking for death!"

Elder Wuzong stood up and said with a sullen face.

I was just now in front of Qin Yu, and I'm still so angry. Now even the most random people dare to take advantage of me?

"That's not necessarily true. Things change over time. Our Corpse Driving Clan is now on the rise!"

A man in black robe said with some pride.

"Rise? I want to see how powerful you, a bunch of rubbish that can't even hold a pill, can be."

Elder Wuzong slapped the man in black robe.

"Deng Deng."

However, the two nine-star puppets had already made preparations. They came over in a flash, exchanged palm strikes with Elder Wuzong, and used their fire-based abilities.

Although the two puppets were knocked away, the fire-based ability caught Elder Wuzong off guard.

Almost instantly, all the clothes on his body were burned.

"Hahaha"

Seeing Elder Wuzong's dark and naked appearance, the corpse-driving tribe started laughing first.

Although the other gang members didn't laugh, they also shrugged their shoulders, trying very hard to hold back their laughter.

"What the hell"

Elder Wuzong had never been so embarrassed before. He lost all his clothes in front of everyone.

No wonder it's chilly somewhere.

Fortunately, I am gifted. If I were a little earthworm, it would be even more embarrassing and I would never be able to hold my head up.

However, in this situation, it was not a good idea to continue fighting with the corpse-driving tribe, so he used his lightness skills and quickly returned to the back mountain to rest and change clothes.

At this time, everyone reacted and realized that something was wrong. Aren’t the corpse-driving tribe very weak? How come they are no match for even the elders of Wuzong?

"Today is our leader's 80th birthday. If you don't want to see blood, leave immediately!"

The Sword Sect's disciple leaped lightly from the crowd, used his lightness skills to land in front of the corpse-driving tribe, and stood in a row.

He was dressed in white as white as snow, holding a green sword in his hand, standing straight and with an imposing manner, he looked quite handsome.

"Damn, they are all handsome guys!"

"Where's your senior sister? We all miss her so much!"

"We are here today to either kill your Sword Sect or be killed by the Sword Sect!"

The members of the corpse-driving tribe spoke at once.

"Pfft."

The meeting hall of the Corpse Driving Clan members made the Sword Sect disciples couldn't help but laugh.

Kill the Sword Sect?

I’m afraid even Emperor Wuzong wouldn’t dare to say this?

Do they think that they can show off in front of the Sword Sect just because they have two nine-star puppets?

"Are you guys okay? Get out of here!"

The disciple of the Sword Sect said unhappily.

"Oh, you look down on me. If I take this out, how will you respond?"

The members of the corpse-driving tribe calmly opened a square box, and inside was the mini skeleton they had made.

"What is this?"

The disciple of the Sword Sect stared at the skeleton, which was a few centimeters in size, in the box and looked like an exquisite figurine, with a strange look on his face.

These members of the corpse-driving tribe are really funny. I don't know how such a weird group of idiots can survive to this day.

"Everyone be careful, they have successfully refined the 'Shura Bone Formation'!"

Qin Yu lowered his voice and spoke to Du Qingyun and several disciples of Xuanmen.

He had inherited the legacy of Li Jiutian, the top master of the Wu clan, and the Corpse-Driving Clan was a branch of the Wu clan, so he naturally understood at a glance that the bones in the box were not good things, but could be used to set up the Shura Bone Array.

However, Meng Xianyun had disappointed him, and Qin Yu didn't want to remind them, so it would be better for them to suffer a little.

Sure enough, the disciples of the Sword Sect didn't take the little skeletons in the box seriously at all. They waved their hands and said, "Go quickly. Don't affect our mood, or we will use force!"

"We have known for a long time that the Sword Sect is the leader of the eight major sects. Today, we, the Corpse Driving Clan, have offended you and are using you as a scapegoat. Let's start..."

The member of the corpse-driving tribe said this gloomily and waved his sleeves.

Nine mini skeletons crawled out of the box, stood on the table, and continued to expand until they reached the size of a normal person.

Whizzing

Nine skeletons jumped into the air, forming a mysterious formation. The sky was filled with dark clouds and cold winds. The people present shuddered subconsciously.

"Everyone, be alert! This is the Shura Bone Formation!"

Lu Wenxiu said in a deep voice from a distance.

He is the leader of the Sword Sect. He has been in the martial arts world for a lifetime and is considered to be well-informed.

Ordinary skeletons can, of course, be refined into the Shura Bone Formation, but they definitely don't have such a terrifying pressure.

I don’t know where this group of clowns found so many skeletons who were masters in their previous lives, and they managed to refine them successfully.

It seems that the person who comes has no good intentions!