"Old Hall Master~~"

Amidst the shouts of the Huangfu family members, the old hall master spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

The trembling mouth opened and closed, and the blood stains on the beard jumped away drop by drop, forming a perfect parabola in the air.

Maybe he was seriously injured, or maybe he was out of breath, but he just fainted.

The old hall master fainted, and the most angry person was not the current hall master, but Huangfu Zhentian.

I saw him gnashing his teeth, looking at Huang Chuyang with an expression on his face as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

The words popped out from between his teeth, "Little bastard, I'll chop you up if you don't live."

It turned out that the old hall master was his biological grandfather, and he was the one who sent the message to the old hall master to get out of seclusion. All of this was because he was greedy for Huang Chuyang's Soul Formation Stone.

Now not only did he not get the soul formation stone, but the old hall master was seriously injured and passed out.

Huangfu Zhentian took out an iron-blood formation flag weapon and fired it at Huang Chuyang.

Huang Chuyang in the distance was at the end of his strength, standing upright with half of his body leaning on Murong Rong's body.

Seeing Huangfu Zhentian charging towards him with murderous intent, he didn't have a trace of fear. It wasn't that he wasn't afraid of death, but that he had no choice.

The imagined Huang Chuyang was knocked away but did not appear. At the critical moment, Sima Yi, who broke free from the blockade of the family elders, blocked Huangfu Zhentian's fatal blow.

"Sima Yi, do your Sima family really want to interfere?" Huangfu Zhentian asked.

Sima Yi did not look at Deputy Hall Master Sima. He knew that the Sima family would not completely fight against the Huangfu family for Huang Chuyang. Before, they were only optimistic about his future.

No matter how gifted a genius is, he must grow up.

Sima Yi looked at everyone in the Huangfu family and said seriously: "What I represent today is myself and has nothing to do with the Sima family."

Then he looked at Huangfu Zhentian and said: "Huangfu Zhentian, I look down on you. You can use any tricks for the soul formation stone. Others don't know, but I know that you secretly summoned the old hall master.

Right?"

At this time, everyone was in an uproar.

"It turns out that Huangfu Zhentian is really a sanctimonious person." It was obviously an elder who said it softly, but everyone present, who was a mediocre person, listened seriously.

"Hmph, Sima Yi, you are looking for death."

Huangfu Zhentian was so angry that he cursed and kicked his hands. Sima Yi tried to dodge the opponent's right leg kick, but was hit by an attack formation.

Although the body parts were avoided, his hair was still disheveled and his face was scorched black from the blow.

What Huangfu Zhentian used was the Small Thunder Strike Formation.

The small lightning strike formation is similar to fire control or golden blade techniques, but on the basis of it, the formation patterns are outlined to form an formation. It is also a common attack method for formation mages.

Sima Yi was careless and suffered a small loss.

There is probably no one who would not fight back after being beaten, and Sima Yi was not shy. He used a small electric shock formation, and Huangfu Zhentian immediately became like him.

The two of them are originally the two highest formation masters in Jielu Hall, and they are almost the same in terms of realm.

In this way, you come and I go, no matter who wins or loses.

While they were fighting, Huang Chuyang took the opportunity to quickly restore his spiritual energy.

But how could Huangfu's family let him recover with peace of mind?

Under the instruction of the current head of the Jielu Hall, an elder from the Huangfu family quietly walked towards Huang Chuyang. Judging from his appearance, he should be planning a sneak attack.

After Murong Rong's injury incident, how could Huang Chuyang not learn a lesson?

The spiritual consciousness that had long since dispersed was captured by Huang Chuyang when the Huangfu family was about to launch a sneak attack.

Huang Chuyang kept absorbing the spiritual power from the spirit stone with one hand, and the other hand was not idle. He kept drawing formation patterns in the void with his fingers, condensing them into a golden light formation.

This is similar to the battle formation method used by Sima Yi and others.

The sneak attacker who stole the chicken but lost the rice was stunned by the golden light array.

As other people joined, but these were ordinary ninth levels of foundation building, not the top level of foundation building, Huang Chuyang could barely deal with them using formation techniques.

Although these formation techniques cannot pose a fatal threat to these elders, fortunately, Huang Chuyang is fast, ruthless, and accurate enough. He will hit everyone who attacks equally and never pull down anyone.

After some indiscriminate bombardment, the elders were beaten to pieces by the formation spells and were wailing in pain.

Huangfu Zhentian and Sima Yi also stopped. They had never seen the formation play like this in more than a hundred years of life.

The same formation master, the same formation technique, this speed, this effect, is simply amazing.

The elders who attacked retreated one after another. They were frightened by Huang Chuyang. If the formation technique hadn't been too low-level, perhaps they wouldn't exist.

Huang Chuyang also withdrew his consciousness. At this moment, there was nothing left. If those people persisted for a while, Huang Chuyang would definitely be unable to stop him.

Now that there is no Nine-Flower Divine Refining Grass, one can only slowly restore consciousness over a long period of time.

The spiritual energy in the body has been restored to less than one level, and the consciousness is about to bottom out. If this continues, the only way is to hide in Shanhaizhu.

In this way, Shanhaizhu will be exposed, and then the situation will only be worse than the current situation.

To the people in the ancient martial arts world, the Tibetan cave magic weapon is a legend in myths. Who can resist robbing it?

To put it bluntly, the entire ancient martial arts world will be completely crazy about it.

Suddenly, the leader of Jielu Hall, who had been silent all this time, stepped towards Huang Chuyang.

"Huang Chuyang, if you have any other means, just use it, otherwise I'm afraid you won't have a chance." He said with a sneer as he walked.

Obviously he was just doubtful and not 100% sure, otherwise he would not have stopped twenty or thirty meters away from Huang Chuyang.

Huang Chuyang glanced at him coldly, saying that it was useless to say more, and pretended to reach out and brush it from his waist.

The leader of the Jielu Hall was so frightened that he immediately became vigilant and prepared to use protective spells. He thought Huang Chuyang was up to something strange again.

A golden toad jumped out and quickly grew in size after landing, until it was nearly nine meters tall.

This is a small gold equivalent to the limit of the foundation building period. In terms of strength alone, it has surpassed Huang Chuyang.

Huang Chuyang was besieged by many people in front of him. Xiao Jin had wanted to come out for a long time. He just took this opportunity and pretended to be a monster summoned from the spirit beast bag.

Xiao Jin stared at the injured Huang Chuyang and Murong Rong, furious, "Xiao Yangzi, are these bastards the ones who hurt you like this?"

Without waiting for Huang Chuyang's reply, "Guaguagua"

Three consecutive enlarged versions of the spiritual energy cannonballs hit the leader of the Jielu Hall in a three-hit combo.

Before the leader of Jielu Hall could figure out the situation, he was blasted by Xiaojin's spiritual energy bomb, leaving Monk Zhanger confused.

Before he could dodge, another series of spiritual energy shells came.

Although it did not hurt the leader of the Jielu Hall, it still made him miserable.

After all, the Hall Master was at the pinnacle of veteran foundation building, and his methods were endless. Xiaojin, after the continuous spiritual energy shells, occasionally stretched out his sword tongue to resist the opponent's attacks, and had no more means to defend himself against the enemy, so he gradually fell into a disadvantage.

In particular, the hall leader took out a golden broad sword, and his sword skills from time to time left wounds on Xiao Jin's body.

Not long after, Xiao Jin's expression became sluggish, and his breath became even weaker.

If he continued to fight, his nine-meter-long body would become nothing but a giant living target.

"Xiao Jin, come back"

Huang Chuyang knew that Xiao Jin had reached his limit, and if he continued to fight, his roots might be damaged. He didn't want to lose his brother again.

Fatty Cheng, who was watched by Huangfu Jianqiang and others from a distance, couldn't care about anything else at the moment. Even if he died, he couldn't just watch his brother ignore him.

But as soon as he made a move, he was already at the fifth level of qi training, and Huangfu Jianqiang stepped on the ground before he could move.

"Young Master..."

The ones who made the sound were master and apprentice Xin Qibin and Xin Cailing.

Unfortunately, they were unable to protect themselves. In just one round, the master and apprentice were suppressed by the rest of the Huangfu family.

The three of them were lying on the ground, vomiting blood.

The fat man didn't want to lose the battle, so he cursed: "Huangfu Jianqiang, I fucked your ancestors."

When Huangfu Jianqiang heard this, he was filled with anger. He raised his long sword and stabbed it straight into the fat man's thigh, making two holes with one sword, and blood immediately spattered out.

The fat man, who was usually afraid of death, was very manly at this time and did not cry out in pain.

The one with blood in his mouth continued to curse: "Are the Huangfu family all fucking sissies? They only tickle Fatty Me?"

Today was the first time that Fatty showed off a different look. Not only was Xin Cailing shocked, but Xin Qibin also didn't expect that the young master of their Cheng family could be so bloody.

Even Sima Dandan, who was in the crowd of the Sima family, looked at Fatty Cheng unblinkingly with his watery red phoenix eyes. Maybe he had disliked him after losing to him in the battle before, but now, he had a different attitude. Same feeling.

"If you keep talking even when death is imminent, today I will make you, a fat pig of the Cheng family, turn into a dead pig." Huangfu Jianqiang said, raising his long sword and aiming at the fat man's vest, about to stab him.

When a master at the fifth level of foundation building kills a rookie at the fifth level of Qi training, he is still a rookie waiting to be slaughtered. The result is self-evident.

"Little Yoko, brother, I'm going to explore the way ahead first, hahaha..."

Huang Chuyang, who was in the distance, also saw the situation here. Although he was knocked to the ground by the leader of the Jielu Hall, he was unable to rush to help. He could only shout at the top of his lungs:

"Fat man~~"

Just when Huangfu Jianqiang's long sword was still 0.01 centimeters away from the fat man's vest, an old and loud voice sounded:
To be continued...