Looking towards the door, all he saw was that there were several young men suddenly at the door. Among them, the leader had a flash of anger in his eyes, looked at Wei Hong and others, and shouted sternly.
The loud knocking on the door also startled Wei Zhen. He turned his head and looked around. When he saw the clothes on these young men, he felt secretly bitter in his heart.
These people are none other than Fengming Sect, a small sect around Wucheng. Its sect leader was once a disciple of Liuyun Sect. Therefore, they are very friendly with Liuyun Sect. Many people even regard Fengming Sect as a disciple.
A branch of Liuyun Sect.
The leader, named Ning Zhiyang, was also a loyal pursuer of Myolie Liu. He took his juniors down the mountain to practice. Just as he was about to go downstairs after dinner, he suddenly heard someone talking arrogantly about Myolie Liu, and he naturally became very angry.
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"Tell me, who said that? Stand up for me? Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." Ning Zhiyang noticed that these people were silent and shouted softly again.
"That's what I said." Wei Hong stood up and said calmly, ignoring the looks Wei Zhen kept giving him.
"Immediately apologize and slap myself five times. This matter is over." When Ning Zhiyang discovered that Wei Hong was only a sixth-level warrior, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes and he said coldly.
"Idiot." Wei Hong sat down again, rolled his eyes, and said calmly.
"Boy, you are looking for death." Hearing Wei Hong's words, Ning Zhiyang's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He didn't draw his sword at all, but punched Wei Hong directly.
"boom!"
Wei Zhen blocked Ning Zhiyang's attack. At the same time, he said with a smile: "Brother, this is just a misunderstanding. I apologize to you. How about letting this go?"
"Humph, give up? I tell you, no matter who you are, you are all dead today. I will destroy you all." Ning Zhiyang's aura changed, and the power of the ninth-level peak was fully displayed. He opened his eyes angrily,
Looking at Wei Hong and Wei Zhen, he said murderously.
"Your Excellency, if you really want to fight, we will fight to the end." After hearing Ning Zhiyang's words, Wei Zhen showed a hint of anger, stood up, and said coldly.
The two sides were at war with each other. At this moment, a slightly warning voice sounded.
"Fighting is prohibited in Xiaoyao Pavilion."
Although his voice was dull, it had a penetrating power and instantly dispersed the murderous scene. At this time, Ning Zhiyang looked at Wei Zhen and others and said, "Do you dare to go out and fight?"
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"Why don't you dare?"
Wei Zhen was also aroused at this time and stood up directly, following Ning Zhiyang and walking outside.
Wei Hong nodded slightly. If Wei Zhen kept swallowing his anger, then Wei Hong would reconsider whether to really join his group.
There are four people on Ning Zhiyang's side, and the weakest one is at the sixth level of the warrior. There are also four people on Wei Zhen's side, but Wei Ning is the weakest.
The two teams, one behind the other, left Xiaoyao Pavilion directly. However, they were not arrogant enough to compete on the street, so they came to a remote corner and stopped.
Ning Zhiyang looked like he was sure of victory. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Wei Zhen and others, and finally said: "I will give you another chance, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"kill."
Wei Hong didn't waste any time. He went out first and directly attacked the young man with the second highest cultivation level, whose skin was as black as coal.
"Hmph, you're looking for death." Seeing that Wei Hong dared to attack him first, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he waved his fist and faced Wei Hong.
"boom!"
Unexpectedly, Wei Hong continued to castrate, and the black charcoal boy was directly blown away. He vomited blood and flew away upside down.
Wei Hong looked at the boy who was trying to get up and punched him again. The black boy looked panicked and raised his fist to deal with it, but was still knocked away by Wei Hong.
With the strength of sixteen tigers, he could overwhelm the black charcoal boy with an eighth-level martial arts level. Wei Hong did not even think about using any skills, he was just prepared to use his strength to overwhelm the person and beat him to death.
Wei Wuming and another person were also involved in a fight, but in a short period of time, it was difficult to determine the winner.
Wei Ning fought with people with sixth-level cultivation, and although he was retreating steadily, he was able to hold on for a while.
If we say that the ones who made the most noise were Ning Zhiyang and Wei Zhen, the two of them were ninth-level warriors, and they were fighting to the point of confusion.
"Barbarian King Fist." Wei Hong danced his fists, knocking the black boy unconscious.
He glanced at Wei Ning, who could no longer hold himself up, and instantly came behind the young man. Before he could react, he punched him again, knocking him out.
Next, there was a young man who was fighting with Wei Zhong. Wei Hong still didn't talk nonsense and knocked him unconscious with both fists. He arranged the three of them in a row. Wei Hong took out the big knife in his hand and said calmly: "Are you still fighting?
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Ning Zhiyang, who was in the upper hand, turned around and almost bit off his tongue. Just this time, all three of the people he led were subdued? What the hell is going on?
He couldn't understand, but Ning Zhiyang stopped attacking. He knew that he had been kicked on the iron plate today. He put away his sword, looked at Wei Hong and said: "Humph, let my people go. Today
Let you go."
Hearing Ning Zhiyang's words, a sneer appeared on Wei Hong's lips, and he directly slashed at the black charcoal boy next to him.
Rubbing his scalp and cutting off a layer of hair, Ning Zhiyang was so frightened that he no longer dared to say anything harsh. He accepted the matter.
"I confessed today, now you can let my people go!" Ning Zhiyang took a deep breath and said coldly.
"Okay." Wei Hong showed a smile and quickly took out some banknotes and elixirs from the arms of the three people on the ground, and then looked at Ning Zhiyang.
"Bring it here!" Wei Hong stretched out his hand and said.
"Don't bully others too much." Ning Zhiyang was really furious and roared angrily, his whole body trembling slightly.
However, what greeted him was still Wei Hong's knife, and with a 'scratch', another guy's hair was chopped off in half.
"Damn, you are cruel." Ning Zhiyang, as the beloved disciple of the leader of Fengming Sect, had never experienced this kind of arrogance, but he had to do it.
He took out two secret books, some banknotes and pills from his arms. His heart was bleeding and he threw them directly to Wei Hong.
"Now, we can let him go." Ning Zhiyang was almost driven crazy, and he roared in a low voice.
"Let's go." Wei Hong looked at Wei Zhen and others, who were already stunned, with a smile on their faces, waved their hands, and prepared to leave.
"Boy, do you dare to leave your name?" Wei Hong and others, who were about to leave when Ning Zhiyang saw it, said in a deep voice.
"Wucheng, Ye Family, Ye Xinfan." Wei Hong turned around suddenly, straightened his clothes slightly, clasped his fists slightly, and said in a deep voice.