(2nd Update)

A day later.

It's still the hill, it's still the woods.

The difference is that Yang Ming and his gang have already successfully retired, leaving only a messy scene after the war.

A group of people came here and looked at the devastated land, the ground was full of traces of flames, as well as sword marks like children's graffiti, each sword mark was five meters deep, more than twenty meters long, enough to bury many bones, which shows how fierce the battle took place here at the beginning.

The composition of this line of people is complex.

Most of them were dressed in the unique costumes of the Holy Dragon Sect, and they all had sad faces on their faces, as if they had died of their parents, and they could sense a breathless sense of depression from a distance, but these people did not say a word, silently following behind, and what was even more surprising was that they were not the leaders.

There were only three people standing in front of these Holy Dragon Sect disciples.

There are only three people, but all the disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect dare not breathe, and they dare not raise any questions about their leadership position.

Two of them are wearing golden robes, this is the costume of the Elder Hall of the Wuhun Palace, both of them have white beards, their faces have the meaning of vicissitudes, and one of them is carrying a coiling dragon stick in their hands, and what is even more coincidental is that the two of them have exactly the same face, they are still Yang Ming's old acquaintances, and they are the two brothers of the Wuhun Palace, Qianjun Douluo and Demon Suppressing Douluo.

As for the third person, it is also an old acquaintance of Yang Ming.

The majestic body, wearing the clothes of the sassy and flamboyant, put on a serious and solemn look with a rebellious face, with a sadness between the eyebrows, if Yang Ming was here, he would find at a glance that this was the Caesar he suspected of also being a traverser.

The group walked for a while, and finally stopped.

In front of him, there was a wreckage that had been whipped.

From his blood-covered face, he could vaguely tell that he was the Holy Dragon Sect Sect Leader Tuoba Xi.

It's just that he died too miserably, his limbs were stripped off, and the scars on his body were crisscrossed, which shows the pain he suffered before he died.

"Sect Master!"

"You died so miserably!"

On the side of the Holy Dragon Sect, whether it is the expression of true feelings, whether it is Oscar's acting skills as Emperor Biao, or the sadness of the rabbit and the death of the fox, up to the elders of the sect, down to the disciples and servants, all of them have sad faces, crying loudly, moving the heavens and the earth, making the listeners sad and the listeners crying.

The top-ranked elders, while wiping the tears from the corners of their eyes, secretly paid attention to the performance of the reinforcements of the Martial Spirit Hall by raising their hands to block their vision, hoping that they would be able to express their expression.

Our Holy Dragon Sect is so miserable, shouldn't your Martial Spirit Hall give some compensation?

It's a pity that the Martial Spirit Hall is not open for charity, and Caesar, Qianjun Douluo, and Demon Subduing Douluo are not good stubbles, and they don't pay attention to the howling and crying of these people behind them, no matter how miserable you cry, they don't say anything.

Qianjun Douluo and Demon Suppression Douluo, after carefully observing the injuries on Tuoba Xi's body, their faces were extremely solemn.

"This injury is very familiar."

"Indeed, it's a bit like that Yang Ming did it."

"However, is this possible, it has only been a few months, and the other party has the strength to kill Title Douluo?"

"Don't be careless!"

The twin brothers whispered, and Caesar's ears fell into his ears word for word, and his heart shook again and again.

Even Caesar himself didn't notice that he didn't know when he clenched his fists, and ten fingernails dug into the flesh, and even the tiger's mouth was bleeding.

A pair of eyes opened angrily, the whites of the eyes were full of hideous bloodshots, and Caesar roared in his heart:

"Why! Why did the guy who killed a thousand knives grow so fast! I originally thought that it would take a few months to break through the fifty-fifth level Soul King very quickly, why did that guy not see him for a while, and he actually became so strong, it was not scientific at all! ”

Jealousy is a poison, and Caesar is already terminally ill.

The jealousy of Yang Ming caused Caesar to separate.

"Wait, there's something written on that tree over there."

Qianjun Douluo's words made Caesar's consciousness pull back to reality anew.

Looking in the direction of his finger, on the trunk of a poplar tree, a column of fonts was carved with the tip of a sword.

"Blowing up the sky and going on the expedition, not a single grass grows!"

The people of the Holy Dragon Sect were also the same as Caesar and the others, and after seeing this column of words, they all fell silent.

The silence was followed by a flash flood.

"Bastard, the people of the Bombing Heaven Gang killed our sect master, and they still left such arrogant words, they simply don't take our Holy Dragon Sect people seriously!"

"Humph! If I had known who had written this, I would have let him know what a painful thing it is to live in this world! ”

Hearing that these Holy Dragon Sect disciples were either indignant, sad, or have ulterior motives, or divert contradictory arguments, Caesar and the three of them did not intervene, let alone pour cold water on them.

Hatred can sometimes be a help.

The Martial Soul Hall is very willing to see that the Holy Dragon Sect is completely bound to the chariot of the Martial Soul Hall under this bond of hatred.

Meanwhile.

The news about the Heavenly Bombing Gang attacking and easily assassinating the Holy Dragon Sect Sect Sect Leader Tuoba Xi was reported by the UC newspaper hosted by Prince Xuexing, like a wing, and it didn't take long for it to spread all over the country, whether it was the Heaven Dou Empire or the Star Luo Empire, whether you were a nobleman or a commoner, everyone knew the news.

Of course

Prince Xuexing naturally would not let the people of the Martial Spirit Hall use this to discredit the Bombing Heaven Gang, so in the news and newspapers, the origin of the contradiction between the Bombing Heaven Gang and the Holy Dragon Sect was hereby disclosed.

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi! The Sect Master of the Holy Dragon Sect was killed by the young man he looked down on in the past! 》

"Civilian teenagers counterattack, don't bully young people to be poor! 》

"Yesterday you ignored my love, and today I make you unclimbable!" 》

Prince Xuexing snare a group of literati and scholars, under the Spring and Autumn Period, the Holy Dragon Sect Sect Sect Sect Tuobaxi was described as an arrogant, rude, bullying barbarian, the protagonist of the story, Yang Ming, is the one who has been wronged and white-eyed, but did not expose himself and give up, with his own talent and hard work, he finally grew step by step to the point of making the enemy's blood splashed on the spot.

Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.

For a while, in the streets and alleys, after people had tea and dinner, in addition to pointing out the country on weekdays, more people complained that Tuoba Xi was a real villain, and even the prestige of the Holy Dragon Sect had dropped significantly, and even within the Holy Dragon Sect, many disciples who did not know the truth were also led off the beaten track and began to wonder if the sect was deceiving them.

"What bullshit newspapers and periodicals, it's all nonsense!"

Pope Bibi Dong looked angry and threw down the newspaper in his hand, which was headlined:

"That Night, the Story That the Holy Dragon Sect Sect Master and the Pope Had to Say"

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