Urban Medical Martial Immortal Zun

at this time.

Only then did Hong Dezheng, the suzerain of Gaefeng Valley, notice Bai Miaoke's black hair.

Ten years ago.

Bai Miaoke already has white hair.

Every time there is a conflict between the two sects, Hong Dezheng and Bai Miaoke will almost adjust.

The strengths of the two sects are equal, and if they really fight, they will lose at most.

The two old men knew that it would not be beneficial to fight, so they often let the disciples below make small troubles at most.

If there is a big problem, they just show up and adjust!

And every time he saw him, Hong Dezheng would bite a white old man every time!

But now, Bai Miaoke turned out to have black hair.

"Old man Bai, what's the matter with you?"

Hong Dezheng couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, and asked Bai Miaoke.

Bai Miaoke was still thinking about what Hong Dezheng meant by standing in line. ,

Suddenly hearing the other party talk about hair, his old face couldn't help but change slightly.

At the same time.

He couldn't help but glanced at Hong Dezheng's silver hair, but he didn't find anything unusual, and he was puzzled.

Just now the old man asked about standing in line, did he choose to submit to the Yin-Yang Guizong or choose to fight to the end?

Isn't this old man under a curse?

A series of doubts and thoughts flashed in my mind.

Bai Miaoke paused for a moment, then sneered at Hong Dezheng: "Even if the old man dyes his hair, so what? Who stipulates that it is disrespectful for old people to dye their hair? What do you mean by standing in line just now?"

"You old bastard, you really dyed your hair!"

Hong Dezheng stared, then cast a look of contempt at Bai Miaoke.

But he didn't get too entangled in this matter, and walked along and said, "People from the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect should have approached you, right? Now it is rumored that the top fairy mountain sect in our place, Youhong Island, has an attitude towards the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect Unknown! Fuxian Pavilion is said to have gone to the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect! But our Wangxiang Martial Arts World is now divided into two sides! The sects headed by our Qixing Building will not surrender to the death! The major martial arts sects headed by Yamen also fell to the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect!"

"Old man Bai, how are you going to decide?"

Divided into two factions?

How to choose?

With horror on his face, Bai Miaoke took a deep breath.

He glanced back at Lin Tian, ​​still hesitating and struggling.

Although there are strong men like Lin Tian, ​​but he is fighting against the Yin-Yang Guizong, and his life and death are unknown.

But if they fall to the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect, a group of them can live, but they can become enslaved puppets. What is the difference between death and death?

The expression on Bai Miaoke's old face struggled and changed.

"Then old man Hong, what about you? Want to fight to the death with the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect? If you fall to them, the sect will exist in name only!"

Bai Miaoke didn't answer him, but asked instead.

"Hahahaha... Existing in name only? This is better than dying and the martial arts inheritance disappearing!"

Hong Dezheng smiled disdainfully, and said, "Old man Bai, don't say you didn't choose well!"

This guy actually succumbed to the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect!

But isn't he cursed by ghosts?

Bai Miaoke was puzzled.

But thinking of Lin Tian behind him, thinking of Lin Tian lifting his ghost spell, and Lin Tian's unfathomable strength, he took a deep breath and said: "For the sake of the sect, for the sake of looking at the martial arts world, even if it is a Yin-Yang ghost Zong, this old man will not give in either!"

heard the words.

Hong Dezheng's old face immediately darkened.

He stopped again, turned back and said in a cold voice: "Old man Bai, you don't know how to live or die, dragging all the warriors of your own sect into the water like this? It looks tough and strong to outsiders, but in fact it's so special." What an idiot! There is still a long way to go, you can think about it again! If we stand together, our two sects can resolve everything in the future, and the two can rely on each other and marry each other! You still have half an hour to think about it!"

After all, Hong Dezheng walked with a few people, as if he didn't want to talk to Bai Miaoke and others any more.

Seeing Hong Dezheng walking away, Bai Miaoke sighed inwardly, with a slightly sad face on his face. ,

"What, regret it now? There's still time!"

Lin Tian noticed the look on Bai Miaoke's face, and suddenly smiled lightly.

"Young Master Lin, why regret it! Even if Hong Dezheng and the others turned to the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect, the end would be just as bad!"

Bai Miaoke turned around, clasped his fists respectfully, and said with a wry smile: "Now the old man can choose whatever Young Master Lin chooses! At least with Young Master Lin's strength, it shouldn't be a problem to deal with the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect!"

Thinking of Dong Quansheng's explanation of Lin Tian's strength before, Bai Miaoke felt more confident.

He continued: "Furthermore, no matter how bad it is, the left and right are dead, so it's better to die vigorously, and I don't want to be as useless as a ghost puppet!"

"You made a very wise choice!"

Lin Tian pouted and shook his head, and said.

"It's just... Young Master Lin, it seems that Hong Dezheng has not been cursed by those people?"

Bai Miaoke hesitated for a moment, glanced at Hong Dezheng and others who had gone away, and asked Lin Tian in doubt.

"Lighter than yours!"

Lin Tian nodded slightly to Bai Miaoke, and said: "It seems that the people from the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect came to you before. After a lot of resistance, you had to give in in the end! But this Hong Dezheng is very straightforward, directly becoming someone else's lackey And minions! Naturally, it was just a little curse!"

Hearing this Bai Miaoke suddenly realized.

He continued to lead the way ahead.

It's just that the group of people kept a certain distance from Hong Dezheng and others in front of them.

The center of the Wangxiang Peninsula is not too far from here, and within 30 minutes of walking, I saw a mountain depression in front of me.

around.

They are all ancient forests and deep mountains and ravines. If you walk in here, if you don't pay attention, you won't be able to see the col that appears in front of you, it is almost covered by mountains and dense forests.

Lin Tian followed Bai Miaoke across the col, and he saw a square the size of a football field.

On the edge of this square, there is a clear lake.

The lake water flows down, forming a white waterfall not far away.

After the waterfall, there is a stream flowing through the dense forest, extending towards the sea to the east.

On the other side of the square, there is a huge arena.

There are a row of high platforms and chairs on both sides of the arena.

At the edge of the arena, a group of people were already standing.

They have different clothes and different colors.

Hong Dezheng and the others who walked first had already walked up to the group of people. ,

At this moment, Hong Dezheng was saluting respectfully to the crowd and an old man who was the leader.

The old man just smiled slightly, nodded and said something.

Many of the other people on the side also clasped their fists to greet Hong Dezheng.

"Is this the Wangxiang Terrace?"

Lin Tian and Bai Miaoke stood on the edge of the entrance of the square, looked around, then glanced at the group of people, and said to Bai Miaoke: "Just now Hong Dezheng said that the Longya Gate is falling On the side of the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect, there should be warriors from many martial arts sects headed by the Longya Sect?"