Wang Fuqiang's sudden action scared everyone, and they all looked at the riverside with shock.

Not long after, they saw the young master's uncle carrying the body of the dragon out and pushing it to the river bank with some difficulty.

After the young master came ashore, he held the dragon's tail with both hands and began to drag it. Unfortunately, he could use the buoyancy of the water in the water. Now he has arrived on the shore without buoyancy. No matter how hard the young master's uncle uses, he cannot move the huge dragon at all.

Wang Fuqiang pulled the dragon for a long time, but he didn't pull the dragon a little. He couldn't help but look back at the people with shocked faces and said unhappily: "Come here to help."

Everyone was stunned. I didn't know what the young master was going to do, but they all walked up and started to help drag.

The people were so powerful that they dragged the dragon to the river bank, and they all breathed heavily.

Although they are practitioners, as Wang Fuqiang said, they all cultivate their minds but not their strength, so they naturally rarely do such physical work. Now they suddenly use such a lot of strength, and they are really tired.

Wang Fuqiang also gasped and did not forget to teach his lesson: "Look, I told you to exercise more on weekdays, now I know."

After saying that, he jumped onto the dragon's body, looked left and right, and finally stared at the two huge dragon horns of the dragon. Then he moved his mind and a flying sword appeared in his hand, and then began to deal with the two dragon horns.

After almost half an hour, the young master's uncle finally removed the two dragon horns and put them into the storage bag, and then started standing on the faucet to find the next place to do it.

In this way, dragon teeth, dragon whiskers, dragon scales... as long as this uncle thought it was useful, almost nothing could be lost, and he would be able to take it all.

Later, everyone followed suit and helped, and the huge dragon body was removed by everyone.

After dealing with this dragon, it was already evening, so Wang Fuqiang decided to stay here for one night and go to Baijianmen tomorrow morning.

The night was dark, and everyone lit two fires by the river.

Originally, Wang Fuqiang had no idea about the meat on his body because the dragon was a monster and could speak, but his stomach kept calling, and the dragon meat was placed on the shore, which was really tempting. In addition, I had heard that the most delicious meat in the world was dragon meat, so I couldn't help it.

In the past, there was no dragon in that world, so I naturally couldn't eat it. So I don't know what the taste of dragon meat tasted. Now that I have come to this world and see a real dragon, I don't try it, I feel sorry for the time I have been sleeping for tens of thousands of years.

Making up his mind, Wang Fuqiang chopped off a rack with his sword, then cut off a piece of dragon meat, and baked it directly on the fire.

Originally, everyone had no idea, but as Wang Fuqiang's piece of meat was golden, the aroma of meat also spread out. Everyone couldn't help swallowing, staring at Wang Fuqiang's roasted dragon meat.

Wang Fuqiang seemed to feel the eyes of these people, raised his head and said in a deep voice: "If you want to eat, do it yourself."

Those experts from the world were not seen. They followed Wang Fuqiang, cut down the branches, put on dragon meat, and started to roast them.

When someone takes action, the rest of them naturally lose their concerns. First, they are lonely and Xunnuo, then Gao Chenggong You Dashan, and finally Bai Yixue and others can't stand the temptation, so barbecue is barbecued by the river, and the aroma of meat fills the entire night sky.

After the meat was roasted, no one was afraid to put it in. In the end, the leading strong man in the world ate it first, and then everyone followed it. Now, I finished eating it together, but it was not enough, so I roasted another piece until everyone was burping and stared at the dragon meat reluctantly.

Finally, Wang Fuqiang sighed: "It's a pity that there is no refrigerator."

In this regard, Gu Du Xunuo showed the uniqueness of a casual cultivator. He actually thought of using dry storage method and hit a full storage bag.

The fire burned until late at night, and everyone finally had a bag of dried dragon meat.

The next day.

The team continued to move forward and headed to Baijianmen. Everyone had a satisfied smile on their faces.

Not to mention the dangers that will be there for this trip to Baijianmen, it is really worth dying to be able to eat a meal of dragon meat in this life.

After approaching Baijianmen, because everyone didn't know what danger they would encounter at Baijianmen, they decided to keep Zhang Jianhu and You Dashan, and Wang Fuqiang also handed Bai Zhihongling to You Dashan.

You Dashan had taken care of Bai Zhihongling for a while, so Wang Fuqiang naturally didn't say much.

After the arrangement was made, Wang Fuqiang and others began to climb the mountain.

Wang Fuqiang took the lead, Gao Chenggong Baiyixue and others followed closely, and then those people in the world.

Gu Du Xunuo originally said that he would leave after he reached the Baijianmen, but he was following the team at this moment. Wang Fuqiang did not tease him anything about this. Some things are not the same as saying and doing, but this is the emotion between men.

At the foot of Baijianmen Mountain, Zhang Jianhu had a little face and was worried for the first time. He looked at You Dashan and asked, "My master and the others will be fine, right?"

You Dashan didn't seem to know how to answer, and said, "Don't worry, uncle, uncle will definitely come back."

Zhang Jianhu nodded and whispered: "I think the master is pretty good. He is someone other than Uncle Zhang who makes me like him. Uncle Zhang is dead. I really don't want his master to die too."

You Dashan nodded and said, "No..."

At this time, a sound of horse hooves suddenly came from afar, and then a cavalry suddenly rushed towards this side, neatly, with five or six hundred people.

The cavalry came to the two of them and stopped. The leader glanced at them, which made You Dashan feel like he was facing a great enemy.

You Dashan had seen these warriors in the army before. Now that the uncle of the army is no longer, he is really not the opponent of so many cavalry. Moreover, although this cavalry only has five or six hundred people, the overall feeling gives him is even more terrifying than the three thousand elite soldiers at the time.

Unexpectedly, the general didn't say anything at all, nor did he attack the two of them. He led the remaining cavalry toward the Baijianmen.

Looking at the dust raised by these cavalrymen, You Dashan felt as if he was ashamed and lamented: "It's over, this is really over."

Just dealing with the Baijian Sect, there is no chance of winning. Now there are so many cavalrymen coming, it would be strange if Wang Fuqiang and others can do it well.

Zhang Jianhu also worried and said, "Why don't we go and help too."

You Dashan said bitterly: "If we can help, your master will not let us stay."

Zhang Jianhu nodded and sighed in an old-fashioned manner: "Sure enough, I am destined to be a strong man. Uncle Zhang said before that the strong man is lonely. I am still so young now, so lonely. It is unreasonable not to become a strong man."

You Dashan slapped his forehead and said that the kind of master must have the kind of disciples. Compared with the uncle of the master, this junior master was simply carved out of the same mold.

Yunlingmen Mountain Gate.

Wang Fuqiang stopped because before the entire mountain gate, countless disciples of the White Sword Sect held long swords to completely block the entire mountain path. And it seemed that they had been waiting for a long time, and they obviously knew that they would come to the White Sword Sect.

Wang Fuqiang looked at these people and said with a smile: "It seems that this is not even the mountain gate to let us in."

These White Sword disciples all looked heavy, looking like a great enemy, but they didn't say anything.

Wang Fuqiang frowned and said, "But you guys may not be able to stop us."

Behind the Baijianmen Mountain Gate, a figure brought a long rainbow and instantly appeared above the Baijianmen Mountain Gate. There were countless Baijianmen elders who were with him, all of whom were swords flying in the air.

Almost in an instant, countless powerful White Sword Sect masters appeared above the entire Baijianmen Mountain Gate, and a large number of White Sword Sect disciples kept approaching here.

Wang Fuqiang looked up at the old man who fought first. Needless to say, it must be Leng Mingyuan, the head of Baijian Sect.

Wang Fuqiang smiled and said, "It's just like this, otherwise he would look down on Yunling Sect too much."

He then asked, "President Leng has put in such a big battle, and it seems that he doesn't plan to take out the offerings he owed, but I'm very curious about who is the current backer behind President Leng."

Leng Mingyuan snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "Since you know, why bother talking nonsense? Since you have come, then leave your life behind."

Wang Fuqiang frowned slightly and said with a smile: "I thought the newly found support of Master Leng was the Tai Chi Sect, but now it seems that it is obviously not. Since it is not the Tai Chi Sect, it is undoubtedly Xuanyang Sect."

Leng Mingyuan frowned slightly and asked, "How do you know?"

Wang Fuqiang smiled and said, "If it were Tai Chi Sect, you would definitely not let you kill me, so the one who came to you must be the Changhe Immortal. But I still have something to say."

Leng Mingyuan said coldly: "If you have any last words, just explain them. If you can complete them, I will definitely help you complete them."

Wang Fuqiang smiled and said, "Thank you, Master Leng. This time I came to represent Yunling Sect and asked for the offerings from Baijianmen owed Yunling Sect, a total of 7,500 yuan stones. Whether the Baijianmen wants to join Taijimen or Xuanyang Sect, should the money owed by Yunling Sect be calculated first? As for you to fight and kill in the future, that is what happened later. Does Master Leng think this is the reason?"

Leng Mingyuan frowned and snorted coldly: "Anyway, you have to fight, and you are going to die anyway, so why bother to do this?"

Wang Fuqiang shook his head and said, "Everything has to be reasonable. If you owe money, you should pay it back. But now you don't pay it back and you want to kill me, the uncle of the Yunling Sect, isn't it a bit too much? If you really want to do this, even if I die, I will die with my eyes."

“It’s so much nonsense!”

With an angry shout, a long sword slashed directly at Wang Fuqiang.

Wang Fuqiang's eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "It's too much to deceive others!"

After saying that, he didn't see any movement. A flying sword appeared directly and rushed towards the sword.

Two long swords collided, and the sword energy exploded and swept across the mountain gate in an instant. Wang Fuqiang remained motionless, but the elder in the sky looked pale and almost fell from the sky.

Wang Fuqiang looked at him and said in a deep voice: "Your leader didn't even speak, is it your turn to speak?"

Leng Mingyuan said coldly: "Design the formation!"

As soon as everyone finished speaking, they formed seals with their hands. In just a moment, countless long swords suddenly appeared on the entire Baijianmen Mountain Gate, and the disciples of the Baijianmen also directly expanded their formation.

Although Wang Fuqiang was relaxed on the surface, he was actually in a very heavy mood. The foundation of the Baijian Sect was obviously deeper than that of the Qinghe Sect. This can be seen from the interception of the two hundred White Jian Sect disciples at that time. Moreover, the Baijian Sect was obviously ready. With the instructions of the Changhe Immortal, he would definitely be willing to die with him.

In other words, in today's battle, everyone present may all die at the White Sword Sect.

It’s less than 10,000 yuan but so many people are going to die. No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem worth it.

But this matter is no longer a problem with Yuanshi, but a problem with the dignity of the sect. If they retreat today, Yunling Sect will be bullied after they are left. Any third-rate sect will dare to go against Yunling Sect. Then, it is hard to say whether the Yunling Sect can continue to use the three words "Yunling Sect".

Of course, Wang Fuqiang has no sect righteousness. He never cared about whether the Yunling Sect will die or live in the future, but after all, he had promised Wuji Ancestor and Wang Jingxuan. Since he had agreed, he had to do it.

Moreover, the Yunling Sect did sacrifice countless lives for him. Although it was still for the Yunling Sect, some things really couldn't be counted so clearly, otherwise it would be meaningless to live.

Wang Fuqiang turned his head to look at Gao Chenggong and others, and asked with a smile: "What do you say?"

Now, only Baiyixue, Gao Chenggong, and the two female disciples, plus Wang Fuqiang, were left. Even if the six powerful people in the world were added, they were only eleven.

At this moment, all the ten people took a step forward, shook the sword in their hands, and said in unison: "Fight to the death!"

Wang Fuqiang sighed, "Then let's fight."

After saying that, he made gestures with both hands, five flying swords appeared at the same time, hovering around him, and then spreading to all sides. The sword energy of different colors instantly stretched the entire Baijianmen Mountain Gate.

Now that we have reached the point of never ending, there is no need to hide it anymore. Only by fighting with all our might can there be a glimmer of hope.

"kill!"

Leng Mingyuan gave the order, and the flying swords in the sky fell down in one by one, just like raindrops.

Everyone in the Yunling Sect also used all the means to block the falling sword rain. It was almost in a blink of an eye. All the entire Baijianmen Mountain Gate were filled with various long swords. Everyone in the Yunling Sect, including Wang Fuqiang, was covered with sword marks of varying depths, and blood was constantly flowing out.
To be continued...