Murong Jie's anxious expression suddenly stopped, not knowing what to say.
He also broke through the path of fish and dragons, but stopped at the third transformation of fish and dragons.
I know it very much, and I understand how difficult it is to break through the fish and dragon path.
"Oh... I didn't expect that you really broke through the fish and dragon path!"
The white-haired elder sighed deeply when he saw Yang Xiaobao, and his eyes were filled with regret.
It is a great regret for Jiange to leave the sect such a genius and a monster.
"Elder, Senior Brother Murong!"
While calming down his restlessness, Yang Xiaobao met two people.
At the same time, he also looked at the white-haired elder.
"Well, hand over the Jiange token in your hand."
The white-haired elder shook his head helplessly and reached out to say.
He didn't think about taking action directly, leaving Yang Xiaobao behind, and preventing him from leaving Jiange.
But once this happens, it will backfire.
Since the establishment of the Jiange Sect, there have been disciples who have walked out of the Fish and Dragon Path and wanted to leave Jiange, but were rejected by the elders at that time.
As a result, the disciple and Xu and Wushe devoted themselves to practicing in the Sword Pavilion, and later broke through the acquired realm and made rapid progress in this field!
I never thought that he had a grudge and even broke out of the sect and killed many disciples, elders, and deacons in the sect!
It caused a huge blow to the Jiange at that time.
The white-haired elder who had just happened to be hesitating the moment before, 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's gift.
Then he looked at Murong Jie and whispered, "This is the last time I called you, Senior Brother Murong. Take care!"
After saying that, Yang Xiaobao turned around and left, strode away from the mountain gate.
In a blink of an eye, it was already a hundred feet away.
"What a pity, what a pity..."
The white-haired elder sighed, holding Yang Xiaobao's disciple token and turned around and left.
Murong Jie showed reluctance, but he didn't speak. He opened his mouth, looked at Yang Xiaobao's disappearing back, and finally sighed.
After Yang Xiaobao bid farewell 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 he had been in Jiange for many years and had no friends.
After all, I always acted very ordinary in the outer door, just like a little transparent person, and no one was willing to accept him.
"I hope I won't be an opponent in two years!"
Yang Xiaobao looked back and looked at the huge peaks of Jiange and left strode.
He walked out of the mountain gate, rode his horse again, and galloped away in the puzzled eyes of the disciples guarding the mountain.
...
After spending half an hour, Yang Xiaobao rode his horse to the town outside Jiange, Changkong Town.
After changing into a dress, I just left the cloth shop and was about to look for Cheng Nian, but I heard a quarrel mixed with familiar voices.
"Where did the warrior come from? He doesn't know the rules at all! This is Changkong Town, where martial arts are forbidden here, and you can't be too presumptuous!"
"I didn't, he was the one who provoked me!"
"There are all the evidences and physical evidence, but I dare to deny them. I really think I can't be blind!"
"It's not my fault."
...
"Cheng Nian!"
Yang Xiaobao heard his voice, frowned, and then rushed over.
After walking half of the street, I saw Cheng Nian arguing with several warriors wearing black and white clothes.
However, there were not even people watching the fun around, and they all hid far away, for fear of being involved.
"It's this group of dog skin plaster."
Seeing this, Yang Xiaobao immediately understood what happened to Cheng Nian and walked out directly.
Changkong Town is controlled by a number of families. They all have their children or family ancestors practicing in the Jiange and often commit fraud against foreign warriors.
Bang!
With just the strength of his body, he stepped on the ground and cracked it, and the cracks extended to the feet of Cheng Nian and several black and white warriors.
"Well, what do you want to do? I didn't see that I was waiting..."
A relatively young warrior turned his head immediately and looked at Yang Xiaobao and was about to start scolding.
"Be careful!"
The oldest middle-aged warrior stopped him, then looked at Yang Xiaobao with a serious look, then asked cautiously, "Your Excellency, who are you?"
Before Yang Xiaobao could answer, Cheng Nian said, "Brother Yang, you are here."
"Hmph, it turns out they are from the same group!"
Several warriors wearing black and white clothes looked at each other and showed disdain.
The middle-aged warrior breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly, "He used force to hurt people in the street, violated the rules of Changkong Town, and needed to compensate 5,000 crystals. This is not our problem!"
“Bad talk!”
Who knew that Yang Xiaobao didn't listen at all, and sneered directly, "Who doesn't know the name of the black and white ghost in Changkong Town, so he just deceived foreign warriors. Why? He still wants to deceive me?"
As he spoke, Yang Xiaobao moved his true energy, and the pressure of the acquired realm was overwhelming the whole audience!
Several warriors in black and white clothes looked ugly, and were oppressed by Yang Xiaobao's momentum to retreat more than ten steps.
Not only was he shocked by Yang Xiaobao's cultivation, but he was also because Yang Xiaobao called out the name Black and White Ghost that others dare not call.