I don't know how long it took, but the sky was lit up. When a black shadow was about to sneak into the Emei disciples to catch someone, the same black shadow flashed in front of him.

"The Bat King is very skilled in light skills and is also the master of the Ming Cult. Why do you need to vent your anger with these little disciples?"

Looking at the young man in front of him, Wei Yixiao said with a serious expression: "Who is you? You don't look like a disciple of the Emei Sect!"

"Just just passing by and watching a lively idle person."

Yang Guo said casually and freely.

Thinking of the admiring look of Emei disciples looking at him last night, Yang Guo suddenly felt the impulse of an idol protecting his fans, and instinctively did not want them to be hurt.

Of course, fighting with the Ming Cult is inevitable, and he is not a Virgin, so it is impossible for him to protect them all the time. But if Wei Yixiao takes action, he will inevitably intervene in this kind of dimensionality reduction attack.

"Demon, come your life!"

Suddenly, a cold shout from Master Mie Jue sounded from behind Wei Yixiao, and then a sword strike came from behind him.

As early as when Yang Guo stopped Wei Yixiao, Master Mie Jue noticed that he drew his sword and took action at this moment, and he was able to seize the opportunity just right.

Wei Yixiao's face changed slightly, and his body suddenly leaned forward, almost pressing his whole body against the sand surface, avoiding Master Miejue's sword.

The next moment, he kicked his feet, raised the gravel, and his whole body turned into a green shadow and rushed towards the distance. Looking at it, it looked like a green-winged bat flying out, stepping on the sand without trace.

Master Mie Jue hated the demon man of the Demon Sect so much that he could let him go easily and immediately chased after him.

But after chasing dozens of feet away, the distance between the two not narrowed, but became farther and farther. Master Mie Jue stood there with a pale face, knowing that he could not do anything to each other.

"This Green-Winged Bat King has unparalleled light skills in the world, but when he meets the Master, he can only escape in panic, which will really damage the reputation of the Four Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult!"

Yang Guo said at the right time.

Although Master Mie Jue knew that he was deliberately comforting himself, he could not express his feelings and said frankly: "If you talk about light skills, I am not as good as him!"

Yang Guo smiled slightly and didn't say anything.

Sometimes it’s enough to say a flatterer, but then it’s going to lose the price.

As for why he wanted to make friends with Master Mie Jue, it was naturally because there was no conflict of interest between the two. Since there was no conflict, Master Mie Jue's martial arts were also good. Anyway, it was absolutely true that he made friends.

Everyone rested for a while, ate some dry food, and continued to travel westward and walked more than a hundred miles. It was noon and the sun was on the red side.

As they were walking, a few faint sounds of weapons and shouting came from the northwest. Without waiting for the orders of Master Mie Jue, everyone accelerated their pace and galloped towards the sound.

Soon, a middle-aged man in the distance was fighting with three masters wearing Ming Cult costumes.

Emei Sect

By the time the middle-aged man had already killed one person with his sword, and the rest used a set of exquisite sword techniques, and killed the remaining two people one by one.

Master Mie Jue obviously recognized the person, but out of respect, he did not help.

The middle-aged man was not someone else, but Yin Liting, the six heroes of Wudang. Speaking of which, he was still a son-in-law of the Emei Sect. Unfortunately, he had the affairs of Ji Xiaofu and Yang Kang, so the in-laws could not be formed.

In the crowd, Zhang Wuji naturally recognized Yin Liting, and said that Uncle Liu was blocking his throat and could not shout it out.

Yin Liting walked over and bowed to Master Mie Jue, saying, "My sect's senior brother led all the junior brothers and the third generation of disciples, a total of 32 people, and they have arrived at the front line of the gorge. The younger generation came to welcome the sect at the order of the senior brother."

Master Mie Jue said, "It's a blessing for the Six Heroes of Yin!"

At that moment, everyone was walking together. Yin Liting looked at Yang Guo, then Zhang Wuji and Zhu'er. He did not recognize this nephew who had been separated for six or seven years. He was curious about the identity of several people, but did not take the liberty to ask.

Master Mie Jue only introduced Yang Guo’s identity, and the two of them simply greeted him.

The group had just walked a few miles and saw a blue flame signal rising from the sky. Yin Liting's face changed slightly. He knew that it was a signal from his junior nephew, so everyone rushed over.

When we arrived, we saw four people from the Ming Cult surrounding a young scholar, fighting around like a lantern.

Yin Liting did not talk nonsense, drew his sword and went forward to help. After a fierce fight, one of them was left behind, but accidentally let the other three escape.

After resolving the strong enemy, Yin Liting looked at the scholar and said, "Qingshu, please pay homage to the master and all the uncles and uncles of Emei!"

The scholar took three steps and bowed and said, "My younger generation Song Qingshu, pay homage to the master, to the uncles and uncles, and to the sisters!"

Master Mie Jue nodded slightly and did not speak.

The other Emei disciples also returned the gifts.

If it were before, they would have been amazed at each other's martial arts appearance, but with Yang Guo and Zhuyu in front, they didn't care so much.

Yin Liting did not care about these details and introduced them to everyone. Then everyone realized that the scholar in front of him was Song Qingshu, the only beloved son of Song Yuanqiao, the senior brother of Wudang.

Now Zhang Sanfeng is over 100 years old, and the affairs of the sect have long been handed over to his eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao to handle. Strictly speaking, he is the real leader of Wudang. Among the three generations of Wudang disciples, Song Qingshu is vaguely headed by Song Qingshu. I think the position of the head of these three generations of sects must be this person.

Thinking of this, the Emei disciples looked at him with a little more respect.

However, Song Qingshu only showed some attention to Zhou Zhiruo. The Emei disciples were confused when they later learned that they had known each other when they were young, so they were no longer surprised.

And this scene naturally attracted the attention of Zhang Wuji and Zhu'er.

Zhu'er is naturally a must-have sarcasm to Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji took it silently and did not argue with her. In fact, he felt quite owed to her. He thought that he bit the other person in a hurry in Butterfly Valley.

With one mouthful, she kept worrying about herself until now, and she always felt sorry for her.

After some greetings, everyone continued to walk. It was not until the second day before they saw another signal coming from a distance that the Kongtong Sect was asking for help.

When everyone rushed over, they heard the sound of fighting, and the sound became more and more violent, and from time to time, one or two dying calls came.

When they approached, everyone was shocked. There was a massacre-like Shura field in front of them. Hundreds of people from both sides participated in the battle. Under the bright moon, the swords and swords were shining, and everyone was fighting to sacrifice their lives.

The enemy is the Ming Cult's three flags of sharp gold, flood and fire, while the enemy is the Kongtong, Huashan and Kunlun.

Yin Liting and Master Mie Jue immediately ordered support, and a group of masters rushed into the camp and fought fiercely with the people of the Three Banners of the Ming Cult, and the battle became increasingly tragic.
Chapter completed!