This is the difference between the Mirror Moon Temple and the power of the princes.

Xiao Wuyou walked all the way, and there were more than a hundred monks lying on the ground wailing. However, Little Wuyou didn't care too much about all this, because he knew that Little Wuyou was not a person who killed people without blinking, so these people were just mutilated by the silence of the ancients and lost the ability to act.

A mountain road is neither long nor short. When we reached the top of the mountain, hundreds of monks were left behind. After the Dead Moon, we can see how big the gap is between monks and monks.

When these people were all cleaned up, half of the anger in the silence of the moon was gone, and I didn't plan to start again, so I obediently went back to Xiao Wuyou. Dealing with this waste is really not a fun thing to do.

After Xiao Wuyou went up the mountain with the remaining moon and the remaining moon, there were already ten monks wearing purple and gold ray clothes standing there, waiting to see Xiao Wuyou and the three of them. Xiao Wuyou glanced at them and found that they were all five big and three coarse. The blood between their eyebrows seemed to be stained with a lot of blood.

It's ridiculous to be around a bunch of thugs.

"If you want to meet our patriarch, do you have three bad boys?" Let's go and kill them directly. One of them shouted.

The power of Wanyue shaving is amazing, but it's not amazing. There are 35 in total. Each of them is at least the power of the middle of Yuanshen. Although Xiao Wuyou didn't move from beginning to end, he was a little better than the other two at most. There are thirty-five Yuan Shen Kingdom, which is enough for three Yuan Shen Kingdom.

Several monks tried to dissuade them, but when they saw the fierce fighting spirit of the other disciples, they were speechless.

These people who want to dissuade them don't think that three or five people can't deal with three people, but that the other party is so bold to kill the mountain gate and has the ability to show such great strength. The power behind the other party must not be something that their Lei clan can provoke.

It's a pity that the people who are excited are a bunch of brainless guys. Think that more people mean victory.

Little Wuyou's vision is always as plain as water. After more than a decade at the Mirror Moon Temple, his vision has changed. Although there were ten monks in the Yuan Shen Sutra, in his opinion, these so-called Yuan Shen Sutras were nothing more than a pile of silver spears and wax heads. There was an aura of primordial spirit in the air, but the combat power that could be exerted was very poor.

He is not interested in bullying the weak. He just gently said to Wan Yue Razor and Wan Yue Jing, "These people will be handed over to you." ”

After that, Xiao Wuyou climbed to the top of the mountain, and a grand hall was built on the top of the mountain.

The monks of one grade ignored him like this, and several of the ten immediately became angry. A match hits Little Friend in mid-air, but a man in black appears, and as soon as he waves his hand, the game becomes a bit atmospheric and disappears.

"Your opponent is me!" At this time, Wanyue said with a sneer.

"I'll go too!" But Yuejing also said proudly.

In the main hall, there is a group of monks drinking, and in the middle of the main hall, there is a group of dancing people dancing. The group of monks gave their opinion to the dancers on stage, and a flurry of expletives echoed through the hall.

From time to time, a group of young women weave through the halls in the tulle. Everyone has some jade pots and delicacies in their hands. When a young woman comes to a monk and squats down, there will be a panicked look on her face. She will lower her head out of fear of being seen by the person in front of her.

In addition to these young women, there is also a group of men who also pounce on the powder like women. There were 89 men surrounded by 3 wrinkled old ladies. Some are pouring wine, some are peeling, some are massaged, and some are busy.

In the hall, there is a middle-aged man in a dark blue robe, and he has a face with the Chinese and Arab characters. There was a young woman waiting for him to his left and right. The middle-aged man took a sip of wine, looking drunk, and seemed to be satisfied with everything in front of him.

This middle-aged man is Huang Wei, the grandmaster of the Thunderbolt Sect.

Hundreds of years ago, he was injured by Zuo Lin. When he returned to the Raiden Faction, he immediately closed the door to death. But he didn't expect that this time, the Gate of Death enabled him to break through the Martial Soul Realm and become a new Martial Soul Realm monk of Fan Zeguo.

However, although Huang Wei broke through Wu Hun's territory, his potential was exhausted. He knew he would never make progress in his life.

Because of this, his enthusiasm for cultivation gradually waned, and he was not interested in running the Lei clan. He has a dark personality, so he no longer intends to suppress his temperament. He gathered a large group of people to quickly expand his territory and increase his funds. Some of them were used to bribe the elders of the Blood Tower to get a place where they could live. Of course, the rest of the money is squandered.

"Since there is no way forward, enjoy it. This was what Huang Wei thought at the time.

He even wants to control a country and live the life of God's emperor. He just wanted to find a country without mountains. It's not easy. Others don't know Huang Wei, but he has his own self-knowledge. He couldn't shake any of the forces supported by the martial arts spirit, which is why he spent a lot of money to buy this damn mansion. An important reason.

Another glass of wine was poured. Huang Wei looked at a middle-aged man with bare arms and said, "Zhang Ren, in the future, when recruiting people, we don't look at people's talents and character, but only people's wealth and wealth." He needs to pay at least 50,000 silver coins to join the Raiden Clan, and then he collects 1,000 silver coins.

There was no sound in the hall, and everyone's eyes were on Xiao Wuyou.

Seeing that Xiao Wuyou punched an old man, the person who had drunk seven points of wine suddenly woke up by three points. They took a closer look at Little Wuyou and saw that the person in front of them was familiar.

At the same time, the noise coming from the bottom finally made them hear carefully. When the divine sensation unfolded, they found two men dressed in black below, a man and a woman, and dozens of disciples fighting. At this time, there were dozens of Lei family disciples lying on the ground.

"Are you Huang Wei?" Then Xiao Wu asked again.

Huang Wei, who was sitting on the throne, frowned slightly. He had no impression of the young man in front of him. He was sure that he had never met the young man before, but he was not sure of the other party's intentions. He just said in a deep voice, "It's Huang, who is your lord?" Why did you break into my Lei family for no reason?"

Since the Thunder Clan became like this, it's not that there are no monks who think they're just there to fight, but that many times these righteous people with a blood will eventually die on the stone steps of the Thunder Clan.

Xiao Wuyou seems to be such a number one person, but it is rare that he can break into the hall with the strength of only three people.

"Well, you have two options. The first is suicide, and the second is that I killed you. Little Wuyou said lightly.

When Xiao Wuyou said this, everyone in the room was stunned, and then burst into laughter.

"Haha, where is the stupid fork that made Master Huang commit suicide?"

"Who does he think he is, Wu Jun?" Ha ha.

The laughter came and went, but it had no effect on Xiao Wuyou. Huang Wei, who was sitting on the throne, also had a sneer.

A young man in his twenties, who looks like he ran to his own place, makes him choose to kill himself or be killed. It's not stupid to say such big things.

"I think there are a lot of people who participate in Huang's activities, but so far, Huang is alive and well, those people are already skinny, young people, you are still too young. Huang Wei said coldly, and at the same time, the unique aura was undoubtedly displayed on his body, and they all rolled towards Xiao Wuyou.