Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

Boom~

A giant hand came across, with endless majesty and fierce wind.

It made Baili Dongjun and the others feel scared and felt the crisis of life and death.

But none of the five people retreated even half a step.

They were all proud and glared at the Taoist with smiling eyes.

The surging power surged in this courtyard, but the outside was as calm as ever.

"Kill!"

"Kill——"

Baili Dongjun shouted angrily, Ye Dingzhi roared, and his true energy fluctuated violently, like a raging tide.

Bang——

A loud bang exploded, and the ground shook slightly.

The strong aftermath spread out, like a tide hitting the surroundings, but it was quietly melted away not long after it spread out.

The formation of several people fell to the ground, and Yin Luoxia sat on the ground.

Baili Dongjun put his sword to the ground and stared at the sky.

The giant hand of vitality paused for a few seconds, and then pressed down firmly.

Although it looked a lot more illusory, the power revealed on it was not something they could handle now.

Ye Ding's eyes flashed darkly, and a stronger force gradually boiled in his body, like an angry dragon that could not be suppressed, awakening.

And suddenly,

A cool evening breeze blew past.

The imposing giant hand dissipated with the wind.

Even the terrifying power on the Taoist disappeared quietly, and he turned back into an ordinary Taoist.

Hehe~

The Taoist chuckled a few times, and that laughter was completely different from before, giving people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze and being very easy-going.

"Good, very good..."

"At the moment of life and death, you can still not abandon your teammates. Only then are you qualified to be a student of the school."

The Taoist with double pupils put his hands behind his back, smiled peacefully, and nodded from time to time.

"The so-called school assessment is nothing more than an 'I am satisfied'. If you really want to beat me, then why do you still want to be my disciple!"

"So... you can go. The next place is [Xuanwu Gate], but without the complete four clues, you will still be in big trouble when you go to Xuanwu Gate."

Looking at the stunned and confused looks of the few people, the Taoist said a few words and gave them some advice.

"You should have said it earlier, making me worried..."

Bai Li Dongjun muttered softly, then smiled and bowed.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior. I will keep your teachings in mind."

Zhao Yujia put away the peach wood sword on the ground and nodded.

"Yeah... Junior Zhao Yujia has taken note of it."

The Taoist with double pupils flashed his eyes, but he raised his whisk and beat Zhao Yujia back a few steps.

"Yujia? Yujia! What a bad name. Say hello to your master for me."

Zhao Yujia steadied himself, without any anger, and stepped forward and bowed.

"I'll remember that."

The Taoist waved his hand casually and asked them to leave.

Looking at the backs of Baili Dongjun and others, the Taoist couldn't help but murmur:

"This time the candidates are really not simple. Not to mention the two born with martial veins, the little guy who uses a gun is also good..."

"What a pity. If I could use a gun, I would accept this kid as my apprentice."

The voice dissipated with the wind, and the figure disappeared.

After Baili Dongjun and others left Zhenwu Temple and walked through several streets, they finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the Taoist let them go.

But in Zhenwu Temple, the sense of oppression was too strong.

"Should we sit in meditation to recover, and then go find other teams, so as not to be taken advantage of by others."

Bai Li Dongjun suggested, as he had just used up most of his internal energy.

Although he could still fight, the other teams were not easy to deal with.

Of course, the more complete the state, the better.

"Okay. According to the time, the fourth team should be leaving, and the fifth team should be coming soon."

Ye Dingzhi looked at the night sky and smiled.

"I just don't know which team has the blank clue."

"You can't guess it, so you can only grab it and see."

Sikong Changfeng shook his head and said, easily jumping onto a low eaves next to him, with a spear across his feet.

A slight sound came from the side, and it was Zhao Yujia who jumped up.

"The moonlight tonight is really beautiful!"

Zhao Yujia looked up at the bright moon and smiled with emotion.

"The chief disciple under the seat of the headmaster of Wangcheng Mountain?"

Sikong Changfeng still looked ahead, but he whispered in his mouth.

"It's you, Wang Yixing!"

"Am I hiding so badly?" Zhao Yujia was stunned and smiled bitterly.

Sikong Changfeng shook his head gently.

"Wangchengshan's methods are certainly not simple, and your human skin mask is also very powerful."

"But your temperament and your performance are too similar to Brother Wang Yixing."

"People who travel around the world can be a little weak in ability, but their eyesight must not be bad, otherwise they will die inexplicably and no one will know."Sikong Changfeng said calmly.

"So that's it~"

As he said that, he wiped his face, and a piece of delicate human skin paper appeared in his hand, revealing his originally handsome face.

"It seems that my personal charm is too strong, and I am always affected involuntarily."

Wang Yixing smiled narcissistically, which caused Sikong Changfeng to roll his eyes.

"If you don't always carry a peach wood sword, maybe you will be more confusing."

Wang Yixing nodded thoughtfully, and he was really thinking about this possibility.

Suddenly, his expression changed again, and he sighed helplessly.

"It would be great if no one disturbed me and I could quietly appreciate the moonlight."

Sikong Changfeng frowned slightly and turned his head to look at a place.

"Interesting, as if you knew we would come."

A young man with white hair and a sword came out of the dark.

The sword was particularly crystal clear and beautiful in the moonlight.

"You seem to have just had a big fight. It seems we are lucky."

Another young man in purple clothes holding a fan also came out, with a faint smile on his face, looking at Baili Dongjun who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"White-haired Immortal, Purple-robed Marquis!"

Baili Dongjun suddenly opened his eyes, slowly stopped regulating his breath, and stared at the two.

"You are really haunting. I can meet you everywhere."

Baili Dongjun was really depressed. He didn't understand why these people kept following him.

As early as when he was eleven or twelve years old, they attacked.

Counting the two times in Chaisang City and Qiandong City, it was already three times.

"Don't worry, after this time, you won't see us for a long time."

The White-haired Immortal sighed lightly.

Wuxiangshi wanted to capture Baili Dongjun, and they also understood their young lady's thoughts.

Therefore, taking Baili Dongjun back was just the best of both worlds.

After speaking, the White-haired Immortal and Purple-robed Marquis slowly approached.

Ye Dingzhi, who was not exhausted, stood up and whispered to Baili Dongjun and Yin Luoxia.

"You continue to recover your true energy, and leave them to us."

"That's right, just pretend we don't exist!"

Wang Yixing curled his lips and jumped down with a chuckle.

Next to him was Sikong Changfeng, who was dragging his spear on the ground.

The three of them just stood there casually, but protected Baili Dongjun and Yin Luoxia.

Baili Dongjun blinked and spotted Wang Yixing with his sharp eyes.

"It's you! Why did you change your face?"

Wang Yixing turned around and grinned, and threw the human skin paper over.

"Yes, it's me!"

"Wang Yixing, the chief disciple under the seat of Master Lu Suzhen of Wangcheng Mountain."

Wang Yixing shouted softly and threw the peach wood sword into the sky.

Suddenly, one sword turned into thousands of swords.

Finally, he could perform the infinite sword technique without hiding.

Wang Yixing grinned, and sword energy gushed out instantly, like thousands of roaring streams of water.