Murong Jie's anxious expression suddenly stopped and he didn't know what to say.
He also crossed the path of fish and dragon, but stopped at the third transformation of fish and dragon.
I am fully aware of its horror, and also understand how difficult it is to break through the Fish and Dragon Path.
"Alas... I didn't expect that you really made it through the Fish and Dragon Path!"
The white-haired elder sighed deeply when he saw Yang Xiaobao, his eyes filled with regret.
It is really a great pity for Jiange that such a genius and evildoer wants to leave the sect.
"Elder, Senior Brother Murong!"
Yang Xiaobao saw the two of them while calming down his restlessness.
At the same time, he also turned his questioning gaze to the white-haired elder.
"Forget it, hand over the sword pavilion token in your hand."
The white-haired elder shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand and said.
He had not thought of taking action directly, leaving Yang Xiaobao behind and preventing him from leaving the sword pavilion.
But once this happens, it will be self-defeating.
Since the establishment of the Jiange sect, there have been disciples who walked out of the Yulong Dao and wanted to leave the Jiange, but were rejected by the elders at the time.
As a result, that disciple, instead of making mistakes, devoted himself to practicing in the sword pavilion, and later broke through to the Houtian realm, and made great progress in this field!
I never thought that he would have such hatred that he would rush out of the sect and kill many disciples, elders, and deacons in the sect!
It caused a huge blow to Jiange at that time.
The white-haired elder was hesitating a moment ago, but in the end he did not choose ruthless means.
"Thank you, elder!"
Yang Xiaobao handed over the token of the disciple of the outer sect of Jiange and gave him the last disciple ceremony.
Then he looked at Murong Jie and said softly, "This is the last time I call you, Senior Brother Murong. Take care of me!"
After saying that, Yang Xiaobao turned around and left, striding away from the mountain gate.
In an instant, he was already a hundred feet away.
"What a pity, what a pity..."
The white-haired elder sighed, took Yang Xiaobao's disciple token, and turned to leave.
Murong Jie looked reluctant, but did not speak. He opened his mouth, looked at Yang Xiaobao's disappearing back, and finally let out a sigh.
After Yang Xiaobao said goodbye to the mountain gate and Murong Jie, he originally wanted to say goodbye to some friends, but when he thought about it, he found that after staying in Jiange for many years, he seemed to have no close friends or close friends.
After all, I had always behaved very ordinary in the outside world, like a transparent person, and no one was willing to take over me.
“I hope we won’t be our rivals in two years’ time!”
Yang Xiaobao looked back at the huge Jiange peaks and strode away.
He walked out of the mountain gate, mounted his horse again, and galloped away under the puzzled eyes of the disciples guarding the mountain.
…
After spending less than half an hour, Yang Xiaobao rode his horse to the town outside Jiange, Changkong Town.
After changing his clothes, he had just left the cloth village and was about to go find Cheng Nian when he heard a quarrel mixed with familiar voices.
"Where do you come from as a warrior who doesn't understand the rules at all! This is Changkong Town. Martial arts are prohibited here and you are not allowed to be arrogant!"
"I didn't, it was him who provoked me!"
"The witnesses and material evidence are all there, and yet you dare to deny it. I really think we are blind!"
"It's not my fault at all."
…
"Cheng Nian!"
Yang Xiaobao heard his voice, frowned, and then hurried over.
After walking half a street, I saw Cheng Nian arguing with several warriors wearing black and white uniforms.
However, there were no people around to watch the excitement. They all stayed away for fear of getting involved.
"It's these dog-skin plasters."
When Yang Xiaobao saw this situation, he immediately understood what had happened to Cheng Nian and walked out directly.
Changkong Town is controlled by a group of families. They all have children or family ancestors practicing in the sword pavilion, and they often deceive foreign warriors.
Bang!
With just the strength of his body, he stepped on the ground and cracked the ground. The cracks extended to the feet of Cheng Nian and several warriors in black and white uniforms.
"Well, what do you want to do? You didn't see me waiting..."
A relatively young warrior immediately turned his head, looked at Yang Xiaobao and was about to curse.
"Be careful!"
The oldest middle-aged warrior stopped him, then looked at Yang Xiaobao solemnly, looked at him for a moment, and then asked cautiously, "Your Excellency, who are you?"
Before Yang Xiaobao could reply, Cheng Nian said, "Brother Yang, you're here."
"Humph, it turns out we are in the same group!"
Several warriors wearing black and white uniforms looked at each other with disdain.
The middle-aged warrior breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly, "He used force to hurt people in the street. He violated the rules of Changkong Town and needs to pay five thousand crystal stones. This is not our problem!"
"Nonsense!"
Who knew that Yang Xiaobao wouldn't listen at all, and sneered directly, "Everyone knows the name of the black and white ghosts in Changkong Town, so they just deceive foreign warriors. What? You still want to deceive me?"
As he spoke, Yang Xiaobao stirred up his energy, and the pressure of the half-step Houtian realm overwhelmed the entire audience!
Several warriors wearing black and white clothes had ugly expressions on their faces, and they were forced to take more than ten steps back under the pressure of Yang Xiaobao's momentum.
Not only was he shocked by Yang Xiaobao's cultivation, but also because Yang Xiaobao called out the name "Black and White Ghost" that others didn't dare to call.