Lao Wang, you say, what is the origin of the two of them?"

Behind Ye Mo and Park Seunghyun, a large group of people had already gathered to watch.

These people pointed and discussed. They have swordsmen with swords, warriors in short combat suits, killers with eerie temperaments, and big social brothers covered in tattoos......

Wugu Mountain, is a village on the border of China and Myanmar, belongs to the three regardless of the zone, under the protection of the twelve gates of ghosts and witches, I don't know how many warriors and cultivators who have committed major crimes have gathered. These people are all equipped with unique skills and have countless lives on their bodies, otherwise they would not be able to survive in Wugu Mountain.

"Brother Zhou, that young man, he has no dark energy or mana at all, and he looks like an ordinary person. But that middle-aged man, with a fierce breath, seems to be an amazing martial artist?"

The middle-aged man named Lao Wang was about forty years old, as thin as a monkey, with a pair of eyes like monkey spirits.

Brother Zhou frowned.

He knew that Lao Wang had traveled north and south over the years and met many masters, so he naturally didn't have the vision to say. Ordinary martial artists, even if they hide their aura, can be seen by him at a glance.

If even Lao Wang can't say it, is it a dark martial artist?

"When did Wugushan come to a master? However, the young man looks quite rich, if he can snatch the gem and gold sword in his hand, he will definitely be able to sell it for a good price, and the gems set on it alone are enough for a person to squander his life. Lao Wang said with a smile.

"Lao Wang, do you want to?"

Brother Zhou was startled, raised his head suddenly, and saw that the people around him were all staring at the gem and gold sword in Ye Mo's hand, with a greedy look on their faces.

"In my opinion, if that gemstone and gold sword is put at auction, it will not be a problem to sell it for tens of millions of dollars, if we can get this money, why do we have to hide in Wugu Mountain, and go to a foreign country to be at ease, even if that man is very strong, can he stop a few of us?"

Lao Wang Yin measured the road.

The people behind also began to discuss in a whisper how to snatch the golden sword in Ye Mo's hand.

It's just that suddenly there was a loud shout:

"Assi!"

Everyone looked up, and what was jaw-dropping was that the man next to the young man just kicked out a leg and kicked the disciple in front of the main hall on the spot.

"Damn, he actually kicked the people of the Twelve Gates?"

Brother Zhou was dumbfounded, and the others gasped.

These two people dare to kill people in front of the Twelve Gates of Ghosts and Witches? They are simply slapping the Twelve Gates of Ghosts and Witches in the face, even if they have a big background, they have to die on the spot. ”

Lao Wang shook his head again and again, with a look of annoyance.

Park Seung-hyun killed people on the spot, and the Twelve Ghosts and Witches would never let Park Seung-hyun go. If I had known this, I would have snatched the gem and golden sword earlier.

And the disciples guarding the main hall saw this scene and changed color:

"What a bold man, you dare to kill my disciples of the Twelve Sects of Ghosts and Witches in Wugu Mountain, you have a great background, and you have to stay alive!"

"Insult my Venerable, die!"

Park Seung-hyun stood in front of Ye Mo and said coldly.

"Look for death!"

The disciples were furious, and the leader immediately jumped up like a cheetah, cast a spell in the air, and fell into the air.

"Huhuhu......"

The yin wind that came from nowhere suddenly rolled up, and roared out with the sound of breaking through the air.

"It's the great disciple of the Twelve Sects of Ghosts and Witches, Wu Ji. He had already reached the pinnacle of cultivation, and he was only half a step away from the realm of real people. In particular, the spell of this 'Yin Gathering Dragon Scroll' was used by him perfectly. If a peak martial artist of dark strength encounters it, he will not dare to take it hard. ”

Brother Zhou said slowly.

The onlookers around also looked solemn.

Wu Ji is a famous master of Wugu Mountain, and everyone admires him, not to mention that he is also a big disciple of the Twelve Sects of Ghosts and Witches. The true legend of the twelve various spells of ghosts and witches.

"The man is finished!"

When Brother Zhou, Lao Wang and others shook their heads in regret.

"Click!"

A leg like an optimus giant pillar slashed down, directly on the Juyin tornado, and then swept out with one leg like kicking tofu, kicking the shocked and inexplicable Wu Ji into two.

"Ahh

Wu Ji's body fell to the ground, and blood sprayed all over the faces of the people around him. He wasn't dead at this time, dragging half of his body, and howling miserably.

"This ...... This ......"

Brother Zhou, Lao Wang and others were dumbfounded.

The big disciple of the twelve sects of ghosts and witches can't even take Park Chengxuan's foot? So what kind of cultivation is this Park Chengxuan, a half-step grandmaster, or a grandmaster martial artist?

"It can't be the grandmaster, the grandmaster is the heavenly dragon, how can it be so easy to see. ”

The onlookers shook their heads in disbelief.

And the disciples guarding the door of the main hall have changed their faces wildly:

"How daring, you dare to kill Senior Brother Wu! Everyone go up together and destroy these two!"

When the words fell, I only heard the swishing, and one figure after another rushed out.

These disciples are all from the Twelve Sects of Ghosts and Witches, and as soon as they landed, they cast spells.

In an instant, all kinds of spells were in the air. Some people gather the yin wind, some people chant words in their mouths, curse and kill in the air, some use the curse technique to curse the two, and some breathe the yin wind for a long time and punch the dark strength warrior.

Each of these ten people is a strong person who has achieved great cultivation and cultivation, and the momentum is like an overwhelming mountain. frightened Lao Wang and the others so much that their faces changed wildly, and secretly said that this is the essence of the Twelve Sects of Ghosts and Witches.

But from beginning to end, Ye Mo stood quietly with his head down, playing with the gemstone and gold sword in his hand, as if he had nothing to do with him.

And Park Seung-hyun slowly raised his leg and kicked it in the air.

"Bang bang bang!"

In an instant, Park Seung-hyun fought with them.

Then, immediately after, a series of screams came at the same time.

More than a dozen figures were kicked upside down and flew out, wailing all over the ground, and some were even split in two, pierced through the chest, and died on the spot.

There was a dead silence.

With just one move, Park Seung-hyun actually killed five people in a row with one leg, seriously injured six people, and abolished seven or eight disciples of the Twelve Sects of Ghosts and Witches. And each of them is the elite of Wumen, and they are big names in Wugu Mountain.

"Grandmaster! He's definitely a grandmaster, and he's a taekwondo grandmaster!"

The faces of the onlookers all changed color, who would have thought that the embarrassed man in front of him was actually the legendary grandmaster.

At this time, Ye Mo and Park Chengxuan had already entered the main hall and entered the core station of the Twelve Ghost Witch Gates.

"In the main hall, there are the old witch masters of the twelve sects of ghosts and witches, as well as more than six or seven real people who cultivate the Fa, not to mention many elders, Dharma protectors, worshippers, and so on. These two people really killed them, they are simply looking for death!"

Brother Zhou said with a shocked face.

The crowd also looked at each other.

The previous idea of snatching Ye Mo had long since vanished. With the Grandmaster present, who would dare to do it?

……

At the same time, in the main hall, many masters of the Witch Gate gathered together to hold the opening ceremony of the Witch Gate Conference.

The hall is the size of a football field, surrounded by various forts, and in the open space around it, the upper echelons of the witch gates sit cross-legged.

And in the center of the main hall, on a high platform, there were thirteen people.

These thirteen people, each of them are as imposing as mountains and seas. Some people have real yin qi on their bodies, some people are dead, some have poisonous insects crawling on their bodies, and they also control the walking corpses. But the most striking thing is an old man sitting at the top.

This old man is about 60 years old.

Wherever he sits, the heads of the other twelve gates bowed their heads. In particular, the aura on his body was like an endless abyss, dark and unfathomable, and he was the old witch master of the twelve gates of the haunted house.

"This Ye Wentian is too arrogant, he abolished one of the legs of the hemp fly, and killed the young witch master and the two protectors, and now he has come to the 100,000 mountains to spread wild, isn't this a provocation What are the twelve gates of ghosts and witches?"

A grumpy doorman slapped the table.

"Yes, when did my Witch Gu Sect suffer such a disgrace, I must not spare Ye Wentian. An old man with a gloomy breath said.

"What kind of heavenly list of Ye Wentian, do you think that our Twelve Sects of Ghosts and Witches haven't done a few big things over the years, forgetting our strength?" someone snorted coldly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Ye Wentian has killed the Shattered City Thunder and the Demon Soul of the Yue Kingdom, and his strength should not be underestimated. Someone said worriedly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was suffocated, and they couldn't help but look at the old witch master.

"Heh, is Ye Wentian? What is he?"

The old witch lord was expressionless, and said in a gloomy voice:

"A hundred years ago, Lord Witch God was also on the heavenly list. Now that a hundred years have passed, plus the ghost and god clone Dafa is about to be cultivated, what is Ye Wentian?"

"Moreover, I have asked the Ghost Witch Sect to send a helicopter to bomb Ip Mantian, he will definitely die. ”

As he spoke, the old witch lord smiled to himself:

"This is the bounty, take it!"

"What, Ip Man Tian is dead!"

The eyes of the crowd widened, and they immediately boasted:

"It's worthy of the old witch master, far-sighted!"

"Yes, there is an old witch master leading the twelve ghosts and witches, why worry about the great cause!"

In the midst of the crowd's praise, there was even a door master laughing and said: "Don't say that Ye Wentian is dead, even if he doesn't die, our old witch master can kill him in one move, and he will cramp his muscles on the spot......"

The words are not finished yet.

"Boom!"

A loud bang was heard.

The iron gate of the main hall, which weighed thousands of pounds, flew in like a marshmallow and smashed into a group of disciples in an instant. Then, the corpses of this group of disciples flew into the door like meat buns.

"Bold, who dares to come to my Twelve Ghost Witch Gates?"

The owner of the twelve doors immediately rose up, and his arrogance was monstrous. Many of the surrounding Wumen elders and Dharma protectors also got up in unison and looked coldly at the outside of the main hall.

At this time, from the door of the main hall, a faint voice came:

"Old Witch Master, come and lead the death!"

I saw that in the smoke and dust, a young man walked with his back hand and looked indifferent. Behind him, followed by a taekwondo master.

The moment he saw the young man, the old witch master was stunned at first, and then his face changed suddenly, and he lost his voice:

"You're not dead?"

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