When the old professor saw the seventy-two golden needles controlled by Yan Ning, a golden light erupted in his eyes, and he was immediately covered by a thick anger: "Demon! Don't say that I bullied you, you remember me, I am Hang Wanzong of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Discipline Hall!"

Yan Ning didn't give face: "Old guy, you have been in Longhu Mountain for a long time, Lao Tzu's people need you to prescribe?"

The golden needles came out, and Hang Wanzong's face was also a little grim, I saw that as soon as he waved his hand, a few Dao talismans had appeared in his hand, and they were thrown in the air, and the Dao talisman burned by itself, forming a golden barrier in front of Hang Wanzong, and Yan Ning's seventy-two golden needles pierced the barrier, and they couldn't penetrate it for a while!

"Hmph! A child's trick also dares to get an axe in front of the old Dao!" Hang Wanzong said disdainfully.

Tang Zixuan and Mo Yuchen were slightly surprised when they saw Yan Ning's Dao technique, the momentum of the golden needle bursting out actually made them feel a strong sense of danger!

This young man, who has always been looked down upon by them, may have the strength above the two of them!

"Children's tricks, don't flash your tongue!" Yan Ning snorted coldly, turned his fingers into palms, and pressed down in the air!

Hang Wanzong's complexion changed, revealing a look of disbelief, only to hear that there seemed to be a cracking sound in the air, and if you look closely, seventy-two golden needles are spinning rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they have pierced the barrier and fly towards Hang Wanzong!

The distance between the golden needle and Hang Wanzong was extremely short, Hang Wanzong hurriedly parried, and the old body stepped on a strange footwork, and even dodged most of the golden needles, but there were still many golden needles through Hang Wanzong's body, but they did not hurt the vital point.

At this time, Tang Zixuan and Mo Yuchen's expressions could no longer be described as shocked, who was this Yan San? In the eyes of Tang Zixuan and the others, the extremely severe and terrifying precept hall master Hang Wanzong was actually injured by him?

If this is transmitted back to Longhu Mountain, I'm afraid it will cause an uproar, right?

Before the two of them could close their mouths, something even more surprising happened to them, only to see Hang Wanzong standing still, and actually turned around and shouted to Tang Zixuan: "Zixuan, bring me the precept ruler!"

Tang Zixuan was stunned for a moment: "Precept ruler, Uncle Shi?"

"Stop talking nonsense, bring it to me! I'm going to destroy this little beast!" Hang Wanzong shouted angrily.

Yan Ning's face was extremely gloomy: "If you can't beat it, you have to take a weapon?" I'm a little brute, and you're an old bastard!"

When it comes to the battle of words, how can Hang Wanzong, who practiced and meditated on Longhu Mountain all day, compare with Yan Ning, and was scolded by Yan Ning like this, he was suddenly angry, and Tang Zixuan took out the precept ruler, and was taken away by Hang Wanzong.

The precept ruler is about three feet long, resembling a long sword, without a blade and no sword tip, it looks like a long ruler, Yan Ning knows this thing, this precept ruler should be a measuring ruler and the like, and it is a Qimen blade in ancient legends, its purpose is not to kill, mainly to block, split, stab, whip and other techniques, mostly used for interrogation or punishment of wrongdoers.

Yan Ning didn't know what the origin of this precept ruler was, but since Hang Wanzong got the precept ruler, his momentum had increased a lot, and he looked majestic when he was old, and the long precept ruler was shining with golden light in his hand.

"Demon, Lao Dao will use the precept ruler of our precept hall to clean you up today!"

Hang Wanzong snorted coldly, suddenly jumped high, and the precept ruler in his hand whipped towards Yan Ning, who hurriedly controlled the golden needle to parry.

The golden needle also formed a barrier in front of Yan Ning, but this barrier was formed by the golden needle, if Hang Wanzong insisted on defeating it, I am afraid that he would lose three thousand.

But Hang Wanzong did not hesitate to wave down the precept ruler, and in Yan Ning's shocked eyes, the precept ruler directly broke the golden needle barrier and whipped heavily on Yan Ning's chest!

"Boss!"

"Master!"

Yan Ning snorted, and couldn't help but kneel down on one knee, blood spurting from his mouth, forming a blood mist in front of him.

"Boy, the taste of the precept ruler is good?" Hang Wanzong asked with a cold face in his hand.

Tang Zixuan gasped, the Discipline Hall is the treasure inherited from the ancestors of Longhu Mountain, claiming to be able to break all defenses, this Yan Ning took the precept ruler with a whip, I'm afraid the ribs on his chest have been shattered!

Mo Yuchen couldn't help frowning, and kept guessing in his heart what the origin of this Yan San was, although he was inferior to Hang Wanzong, the strength he showed just now had already surpassed their group of authentic Dragon and Tiger Mountain disciples.

Looking at his age, I am afraid that he is a few years younger than himself and Tang Zixuan, what is the teacher of this young man?

Cao Lu and Hao Jian ran to Yan Ning's side, Hao Jian carefully helped Yan Ning, and Cao Lu glared at Hang Wanzong angrily: "Damn, what Dragon and Tiger Mountain, what a famous and decent family, I, a little common man, have seen it, you are just a group of fake Taoists who don't ask right from wrong, think they are superior, and can decide whether others live or die at will!"

The corners of Hang Wanzong's mouth twitched, as if he was announcing Cao Lu's death sentence: "Don't think I dare to kill you, let me tell you, there are many people who died at my hands." ”

"What's the matter?, when I poke you in the center, you want to kill people and kill people?" Cao Lu glared, "Compared to you bad old man, my boss is just like Sanqing Daozun, a saint!

"Bastard! I'll tell you to shut up!" Hang Wanzong's face sank, and he actually raised the precept ruler, looking like he was about to hit Cao Lu!

"Uncle Shi, no!" Tang Zixuan's face changed wildly, Cao Lu is just a mortal **, if he receives a whip from the precept ruler, I am afraid that he will definitely die!

"Cave the three realms, shine on the eight wildernesses. The demons rebuke, and the ghosts perished. A wave of self, the sect of ten thousand transformations. Urgently recruit the Northern Emperor Mighty God to break through all evils with one palm!"

At the last moment, a huge palm shadow passed through Cao Lu and hit Hang Wanzong head-on, Hang Wanzong didn't expect this scene to suddenly appear, and he was slapped firmly, only to see him take two steps back, his arm trembled, and the precept ruler actually fell to the ground.

"Poof"

Under Tang Zixuan and Mo Yuchen's frightened expressions, Hang Wanzong spurted out a mouthful of blood!

Who was it? Who struck that palm just now?

Everyone looked at Yan Ning, who was sitting on the ground and maintaining a palm posture.

That terrifying palm shadow just now, was he striking out? He actually injured the hall master of the Discipline Hall, Hang Wanzong?!

"The grudge between us, old guy, hurts ordinary people, it's really a bit unreasonable, why don't I also attack your two juniors and slaughter them now?!"

"Boy, you dare?!"

"You dare to hurt my friend, what is it if I kill two people?" Yan Ning struck out with a palm, and a big hole was suddenly punched out of the ceiling on his head, and the blue glowing Darkness Break fell into Yan Ning's hand, Yan Ning stood up, the wind was blowing under his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he had already appeared behind Mo Yuchen, and the sharp blade of the Dark Breaking Knife was on Mo Yuchen's neck!

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