"This old boy is a little lacking in confidence, and it seems that he thinks I am from a secret sect like him." Immediately, Zhang Wuji's heart was full of bitterness, these secret sects could not find any useful information in the memories of the two lives, even if they wanted to pull the tiger skin and erect a banner, they couldn't start.

However, as long as the other party has scruples, he still has some opportunities. But how do you answer this question now? Zhang Wuji's heart was a little depressed.

"Don't say yes, then the deity will hit you and say, I want to see whose son is so arrogant?" As he spoke, the Yin Yang Archmage had already stepped out in one step, and his big hand like a fan was full of blood-like color, and he slapped it on Zhang Wuji's shoulder.

He also thought clearly in his heart, although there were only a few top holy places that could cultivate such a talented cultivator, but things had come to this point, if he didn't even know the details of the people and withdrew, then he would become a joke in the door. At a time when the vitality of heaven and earth is decreasing day by day, it is very difficult to take every step forward in cultivation. If the support for him in the door decreases, the only thing left in this life is disaster.

It's not that he doesn't want to kill the killer neatly, it's that he doesn't dare. There are no secrets among cultivators, especially in this era of the end of the law, the big guys are both prosperous and lossless, and they are already trying to find a way to get out of the current predicament. If a talented cultivator who was only twenty years old died at his hands at this fateful moment, he would bring about the catastrophe of the Great Snow Mountain, which was definitely not what he wanted to see.

A cultivator who can cultivate such a disciple is definitely an existence that they can't provoke in the Great Snow Mountain. That's why he's jealous.

At this time, I just want to get some face back. More importantly, as a cultivator, he walked into the rolling red dust, which was to break the rules and cause public anger. Therefore, he must understand Zhang Wuji's roots and share the blame for him.

At this time, the information about Zhang Wuji that Emperor Mengyuan told him was left behind by him. Even Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang faction does not have Zhang Wuji's current cultivation, let alone the fact that they can cultivate such talents. And the sect of Mingjiao is an ordinary martial artist since the founding patriarch, and in their eyes, it is not much stronger than the ants on the ground. The background of Mingjiao and Wudang Mountain is simply not enough to cultivate a character like Zhang Wuji.

Therefore, Zhang Wuji is definitely a talent who came out of the hidden world cultivators, and it must be those top cultivators, only they have such a background. In an instant, several top-level cultivators with physical cultivation techniques flashed in his heart.

They are all unprovoked Lords, but the matter has come to this. He must pull a cushion to carry this matter together, so Zhang Wuji must take it.

With a wave of his hand, the Yin Yang Archmage knew the sea of thoughts, and thought about all kinds of pros and cons. It's not too late to decide in an instant that it's better to take down Zhang Wuji first and then make a choice, as long as it doesn't hurt his foundation and life, it's possible to talk about it.

The Yin Yang Archmage slapped down on Zhang Wuji's left shoulder with a palm as fast as lightning, and outsiders couldn't feel the power at all, but Zhang Wuji's whole body was upside down, and he felt a deadly threat in the depths of his soul, which was the difference in the level of life.

Cats against rats, whether it is the capture of eating or the playful teasing, is a matter of life and death for rats.

The current Zhang Wuji is the mouse, but fortunately, he is a rat with successful cultivation.

There is no way to avoid it, and the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road. The matter has come to this point, only desperately.

Zhang Wuji had already prepared, his whole body was strong and penetrated the whole body, his right foot slid forward as fast as lightning, and his tall body immediately greeted the blood-red big handprint of the Yin Yang Archmage, and his right hand collapsed into a fist, ready to explode at any time.

Zhang Wuji's reaction Yin Yang Archmage saw it in his eyes, but he didn't pay attention to it, the immeasurable merit of the ninth generation cultivated is not bad in this life, he has this courage and heritage.

It's a long story, but in fact, the thought has passed ten thousand times in an instant, and the two of them took over in a blink of an eye. When the blood-red handprint of the Yin Yang Archmage hit Zhang Wuji's shoulder, he only felt that the other party's shoulder was as smooth as oil, and it was very resilient, which made him feel very surprised.

When the distance was right, Zhang Wuji's right hand fist was quickly sent to the heart of the Yin Yang Archmage, and at the same time, he was moving to his left shoulder with all his might, and in a moment of shrinkage, a blood-red air flow from the Yin Yang Archmage's blood-red handprint was transferred to his right hand by him through the way of strength. The right fist quickly shrank, and another crashing punch hit the opponent's heart.

When the big handprint fell, it was slipped away by Zhang Wuji's technique, and the Yin and Yang Archmage didn't feel much surprised. This hand was originally a hand of innate martial arts that he created when he was reincarnated in the sixth life, and the purpose at that time was for the cultivation of the blood and bone marrow under the innate nature, and now it is suitable to deal with this little ghost in front of him. The power of creation accumulated by the three generations of penance has given his blood his unique imprint.

Not only does the Blood Handprint have powerful attack capabilities, but once an enemy is hit, the Blood Mark unique to the Yin Yang Archmage will enter the enemy's blood to complete the rendering and control of the enemy's blood. This is his unique method as a cultivator.

Zhang Wuji's first collapse punch landed on his heart, and his brow furrowed, as he felt a powerful and explosive force penetrate from the place where it was touched, like sharp long needles penetrating through it, and his immortal golden body could not completely stop the invasion of the enemy's strength, but only changed the way it entered.

The strength of this Collapse Fist was advancing quickly and hard, but the Yin Yang Archmage's indestructible golden body was strong after all. As soon as the power of the punch broke through his musculature, it disappeared without a trace. But it was the breakthrough of this layer of muscles that made the Yin Yang Archmage taste the pain that he had forgotten for a long time.

The second punch that followed made his eyes widen instantly, and his body flew backwards in an instant, and a fist-sized hole appeared in the glowing robe near the mouth of his heart, through which a blood-red fist mark could be faintly seen deeply imprinted on his heart.

The frightened and angry Yin Yang Archmage flew backwards while a blood-red handprint on his left hand exploded with all his strength, grabbing Zhang Wuji's right hand.

Zhang Wuji made two blows, kicked his feet on the ground, his body rose violently, his hands covered his head, and his elbows were outward. Both knees were raised at the same time, and the elbows and knees formed four attack points and slammed into the upper body of the Yin Yang Archmage.