"Brother Xuanyuan, are you okay?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"How is this possible? Brother Xuanyuan is a strong man at the pinnacle of martial arts, how could he suddenly fall?"

Several old men present looked at the scene in front of them with wide eyes.

They didn't believe that the old man Xuanyuan, who was at the peak of martial arts, would actually lie down in front of this middle-aged man like a dog.

At this time, the old man Xuanyuan was extremely embarrassed, his face had sunk deep into the ground, and a huge pressure pressed him to the ground, and he couldn't get up at all.

Ever since he practiced martial arts, he had never encountered such a situation.

"Who the hell are you?"

Old Man Xuanyuan endured the pressure of his body and asked through gritted teeth.

With the movement of his mouth, a lot of dirt had reached his mouth, so his voice sounded a little dull.

"Hehe, I heard them say your surname is Xuanyuan?"

The middle-aged man did not answer Old Man Xuanyuan's question, but smiled and knocked the pot under his eyes on the hoe on the side.

"So what?"

Old man Xuanyuan replied in a muffled voice, he wanted to raise his head and take a closer look at this middle-aged man.

But he found that he couldn't do it at all, and now he could only see the dirt-covered cloth shoes on the middle-aged man's feet.

"Hehe, you don't deserve this surname at all, once I met a senior with the compound surname Xuanyuan, and he dragged the heavenly punishment for me alone. And you, the old and disrespectful old Wang Balamb, will only attack the juniors in Huaxia, which is really a shame for the Xuanyuan family. ”

The middle-aged man slowly stood up from the ridge, shook his head, and glanced at the old man Xuanyuan lying on the ground with some disdain.

Indeed, the old man Xuanyuan's approach is a bit disgraceful.

"Who the hell are you?"

Old Man Xuanyuan couldn't help but ask.

He had naturally experienced the incident of Heavenly Punishment in the world, but their Heavenly Pivot Department did not make a move, but he also knew how terrible that thing was.

Could it be that the middle-aged man in front of him experienced that catastrophe?

"Who I am, you don't deserve to know!"

Saying that, the middle-aged man stood with his hands in his hands and said very arrogantly.

"Little brother, what do you want?"

Although all the old guys were shocked by this middle-aged man's methods, an old man in green clothes couldn't help but step forward and ask.

It's just that this time he has lowered his attitude and seems to be very flattering.

"Hey!"

The middle-aged man glanced at the few old guys present and let out a long sigh, "Forget it, see that you old guys don't have many years to live, so I won't kill you today! But don't let me see you old guys near Qinglong Mountain in the future, otherwise I will definitely abolish you!"

Saying that, the middle-aged man waved his hand lightly, and the old man Xuanyuan only felt that his body was light, and suddenly the pressure on his body like a mountain disappeared, and then he bounced up from the ground, spit out a few mouthfuls of saliva, and spit out all the dust in his mouth.

The old man Xuanyuan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a pale face, although his heart had already been blown up, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"If you don't roll now, are you still waiting for the food to be served?"

Seeing that the old men did not move, the middle-aged man glanced at the old guys, and there was a thick threat in his voice.

At this time, several old men woke up like a dream, and ran down the mountain without looking back.

A few people ran down the hill and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

"Fellow Daoists, why didn't you run just now!"

At this time, Qingyang Dao Chang was already waiting here, and when he saw a few people coming down the mountain, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Brother Qingyang Dao, who is that person?"

"yes, it's horrible!"

"We didn't see him make any moves just now, and Brother Xuanyuan lay directly in front of him!"

A few old men said babblingly, thinking of what happened just now, they still have palpitations.

When they said this, they didn't pay attention to Old Man Xuanyuan's iron-blue face.

"Speaking of this person, it's a big deal, you should have heard that the Yin and Yang family will produce an emperor every four or five hundred years!"

Qingyang Dao said with a long sigh.

"It's true, but I've never seen it!"

One of the old men nodded.

"Could it be that you say that the middle-aged man dressed as a farmer on the mountain is a member of the Yin and Yang family?"

The other old man couldn't help but frown, with a hint of surprise in his words.

The Yin-Yang family is a hidden school among the Huaxia Daomen, and they are hardly born, so there is very little information about them in the entire Daomen.

"No, to be precise, he is the Emperor of the Yin and Yang Family. His eyes are called Taiyin Sun Eyes, and I used to see these eyes when I was practicing in Longhu Mountain, so I was so scared that I ran away. This emperor of the Yin and Yang family is not a good man, and there are not a few people in the Dao Sect who died in his hands. ”

Qingyang Dao said with a long sigh of relief.

Although he was a little reluctant to believe that the leader of the Yin and Yang family would farm here, those eyes couldn't help but let him not believe it.

"I see, no wonder that person is so powerful!"

In the crowd, someone couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother Xuanyuan, were you okay just now?"

The old man in the cyan robe looked at the old man Xuanyuan, and then they noticed that the old man Xuanyuan had a calm face and a look of resentment.

"Brother Xuanyuan, in fact, it is not too embarrassing to lose in the hands of such a person!"

"Yes, after all, people are the chosen ones, not ordinary people like us who can compare!"

"Brother Xuanyuan, there are some things that don't need to be too mindful, we are already old, and now we are the world of the younger generation!"

A group of old people thought that Old Man Xuanyuan was thinking about what happened to the middle-aged man who had just been defeated, so they couldn't help but persuade him.

"That person is really powerful, but I'm not angry because of this matter, I just hate that I can't kill Liu Yu's little king with my own hands!"

Old man Xuanyuan said with resentment on his face.

"Hey, it's because of this incident, that stinky boy was slapped by you, do you think he still has a chance of surviving?"

Qingyang Daoist couldn't help but laugh.

After all, it was the full force of the peak powerhouse of the martial arts, even if Liu Yu was strong, there was no way to withstand it.

Old Man Xuanyuan shook his head helplessly, since the matter had come to this, he could only be relieved.

Then the old fellows descended the mountain, left the village, and got into the car back to Kyoto.

Soon, the news of Liu Yu's death spread to the whole country like colder and cooler weather.

This is the idea of the old man Xuanyuan, one is to establish his prestige and give Tang Hai's Zhang Banxian a dismount, and the other is to knock the rising birds among the younger generation.

Liu Yu, the descendant of the ghost path, relied on his ghost art to cause trouble in China, and he was killed by the old man Xuanyuan Ling Tian of the Tianshu Department, hoping that the Daomen of the world would take this as a lesson.

Overnight, almost all sects heard the news.

Of course, there are many sects, and it doesn't matter at all, because they don't even know who this Liu Yu is.

……

The main peak of Maoshan Mountain, Da Mao Peak, is like the head of the green dragon, as if it is about to rise to the sky.

In the ancient palace, the ancestor of the Shangqing Dynasty is enshrined.

At the back of the palace, there is a quiet small courtyard, and in the living room of the courtyard, seven Taoist priests wearing cyan Taoist robes and combing their hair buns sit quietly and orderly.

Sitting on top of them was an old Taoist priest wearing a cyan Taoist robe, who was it if he wasn't an old immortal? It's just that the current old immortal had completely lost his obscene appearance, and he looked like he had a feeling of immortal wind and bones.

At this time, the old immortal was sitting on the Taishi chair, drinking tea and talking eloquently, while the seven disciples under him listened quietly to their master's lectures.

"The master is not good, the little junior brother is ......"

The second senior brother Wu Shengzhen ran over in a hurry, looking anxious.

"Don't worry, say slowly, is your little junior brother causing any trouble again!"

The old immortal picked up the teacup on the side, took an understatement and asked.

The seven disciples under him looked at each other and smiled, but did not say anything.

Since the master came back that day, they knew from Wu Shengzhen's mouth that the master had newly accepted a closed disciple, and his little junior disciple was a living treasure-level character, which was very interesting.

"Little junior brother, he ...... He's dead!"

Wu Shengzhen wore several mouthfuls of rough air before he said the matter.

"What?"

Listening to the words of his second apprentice, the old immortal was stunned, and the cup in his hand fell directly to the ground, making a crisp sound.