Mo Yuchen's snow-white neck rose and fell for a while, but when she touched the cold blade, she hurriedly held her breath, and she didn't dare to breathe.

The slightest coolness from behind made her frightened, this guy named Yan San really dared to kill her!

She had never experienced a real threat of death since she was so old, and she thought that her heart was strong enough, but now it seemed that death was really a terrible thing.

Hang Wanzong picked up the precept ruler, barely stood firm, and saw that Yan Ning had actually held Mo Yuchen hostage, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes: "You put down the knife!"

Yan Ning sneered: "Until now, you haven't forgotten to command people, Hang Wanzong, right? You have really been the master of the Discipline Hall for too long, these juniors don't know, you are old, can't you still recognize this world?"

Hang Wanzong's face turned pale for a while, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Tang Zixuan said nervously on the side: "Yan San, alas, let go of my junior sister, all this is a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding?"

Yan Ning's hand was violently forced, and a shallow wound was cut on Mo Yuchen's snow-white neck, and blood suddenly flowed down the collar of his clothes, and this time even Hang Wanzong couldn't stand it: "Stop!

Yan Ning sneered: "Tang Zixuan, do you know now that this is a misunderstanding? I just scratched her a small wound, you are so nervous, a few of you look back at the two lying on the ground, one of them is my lover, and the other is my brother!"

"Hang Wanzong, when you hurt someone, did you think about this?!"

The corners of Yan Ning's mouth twitched slightly, and there seemed to be anger burning in his eyes, Cao Lu and Hao Jian both knew that this was the scene when Yan Ning was really angry!

Yan Ning has always been able to deal with anything calmly, even when he fought against a powerful ghost king like Li Yaxuan, he had never been so angry, but now Yan Ning was extremely irritable, which was enough to show how high Lu Tai and Zhuang Xiaoya were in his heart.

You can hurt me, destroy me, harm me, I respond calmly, but you move my woman, hurt my brother Yan Ning, and return it a hundredfold!

Hang Wanzong swallowed a mouthful of saliva, took a deep breath, actually dropped the precept ruler, bowed his head and said, "Let Yuchen go, don't go through this matter." ”

"How do you make me believe you?" Yan Ning asked.

A trace of fierceness flashed in Hang Wanzong's eyes, but then he disappeared and said in a low voice: "I, Hang Wanzong, will never go back on my word." ”

Yan Ning listened, bowed his head slightly, and thought for a while, then put down the Immortal Breaking Knife, casually pushed Mo Yuchen in front of Hang Wanzong, and said in a cold voice:

"Li Zhiyu's death has nothing to do with us at all, you have not listened to our explanations, and you have hurt my friend, now that the seniors have calmed down, can you listen to me?"

Mo Yuchen returned to Hang Wanzong's side, frowned and touched the wound on his neck, and looked at Yan Ning with a hint of strangeness.

Seeing that Mo Yuchen was finally safe, Hang Wanzong barely regained a little bit of his senses, and called Tang Zixuan to his side again, and then said, "You say." ”

Yan Ning shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then clasped his fists at Hang Wanzong and the three of them: "The descendant of the younger generation of Maoshan, the thirteenth generation descendant of the Wumen ghost doctor, Yan Ning, has seen the predecessor of Longhu Mountain, Hang Wanzong!"

One more friend is better than one more enemy, the relationship between Longhu Mountain and Maoshan in the past was not bad, Yan Ning believed that this Hang Wanzong would not attack them again after hearing the name of Maoshan.

As soon as these words came out, like a boulder falling into the water, causing waves, Hang Wanzong snorted, his face was full of disbelief, and he lost his voice: "Impossible!"

"Uncle Shi, why is it impossible?" Tang Zixuan said puzzled.

Hang Wanzong looked Yan Ning up and down, and replied: "You are still young in the Dao, you don't understand what happened before, Maoshan has five branches, among which the ghost doctor of the Wu Sect is the head of the five gates! ”

Yan Ning didn't know what Hang Wanzong heard, but he knew that the Wu Sect had not broken the incense, because he was the descendant of the Wu Sect, and it was true.

"Aren't these seventy-two golden needles here enough to prove my identity?" Yan Ning waved his hand, and the seventy-two golden needles gathered around him, exuding a faint golden light.

When Hang Wanzong saw the golden needle before, he did think of the Wumen Golden Needle, but there were a total of one and eight Wumen Golden Needles, and Yan Ning only summoned seventy-two when he was at the moment of life and death, so Hang Wanzong didn't dare to confirm it.

"Shouldn't there be one hundred and eight golden needles?" Hang Wanzong hesitated.

"When Wumen suffered, seventy-two roots were lost, and when the younger generation received the Tao, it was only thirty-six, and the later thirty-six roots were found by the younger generations themselves, and the remaining thirty-six roots have not been accounted for so far. Yan Ning replied.

Hang Wanzong suddenly realized: "So the palm shadow that hurt me just now, isn't it?"

"It is the Northern Emperor Divine Curse of Wumen. ”

After listening to Yan Ning's words, Hang Wanzong finally let down all his guards, and then looked at the people behind him, Hang Wanzong suddenly felt a burst of guilt, and he was willing to pull down his face and apologize: "Yan Ning is indiscriminate, so I shot at you, it's my fault for the old way."

Yan Ning saw that Hang Wanzong apologized, and he didn't entangle, and hurriedly gave him a step: "There is no need to talk about the past, with me, my friend will be fine." ”

"If you need Lao Dao's help, just ask for it. Hang Wanzong said apologetically.

As Yan Ning said, he has been in Longhu Mountain all these years, he is really used to being one person under ten thousand people, the entire Longhu Mountain, no one dares not to listen to him, now down the mountain, he is still on the shelf of the master of the precept hall, when he asked Yan Ning before, the reaction of Yan Ning's people He has not seen it for decades, so he is very angry, now that he thinks about it, Hang Wanzong has extremely regretted it in his heart, and now he silently decided to return to the mountain and have to retreat for a period of time.

Yan Ning sighed: "You better go and check Li Zhiyu's body, I'll go see my two friends." ”

Hang Wanzong and the three of them listened, and hurriedly put Li Zhiyu's body down from mid-air and began to check the body, while Yan Ning came to Lu Tai's side, checked it, and was also relieved, it seems that Hang Wanzong's shot is still a little measured, Lu Tai is just temporarily unconscious, scratching a little skin, Yan Ning asked Cao Lu and Hao Jian to help him aside, and hurried to see Zhuang Xiaoya's situation.

"Hey, it's strange," Yan Ning walked to Zhuang Xiaoya's side, and was suddenly stunned, "Where did Dabao go?"

Only then did Yan Ning react, and since everyone went downstairs, he had never seen the shadow of Meow Dabao again

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