Who is Yu Lianfeng?

The grandson of the Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect of the Eight Star Sect, with the Jinyang Sword Body, is a rare sword embryo in the world, and a rare sword practitioner.

It stands to reason that the place where Yu Lianfeng lives, even if it is the same as an ordinary disciple, must have followers.

A sure and promising disciple of Wan Ling Mountain, I believe that the other disciples of Wan Ling Mountain know what to do, and they should be stammered.

However, when Ning Buregret pushed open the door of the low building and walked into the low building where Yu Lianfeng lived, he suddenly felt a little strange.

Be quiet.

It's so quiet.

Even if Yu Lianfeng is not in the building, it shouldn't be so quiet inside, at least there should be some janitors.

Moreover, there is no difference between the disciples of Wan Ling Mountain and the disciples of other peaks, they have nothing to do on weekdays, and they all practice penance in the house, and rarely go out.

"Could it be him?"

Ning Buregret had a faint sense of foreboding in his heart.

Yu Lianfeng is indeed the grandson of the Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but Li Hua is not a vegetarian either.

Li Hua's ancestor, Li Fang, is the powerful elder of Wanjianmen. Starting

It is precisely because of Li Fang's secret operation that Ning Buregret will be assigned to Pojun Peak, otherwise, this time the apprenticeship ceremony, Pojun Peak will not get a single disciple.

Ning Buregret, even if he performed badly in the apprenticeship ceremony, he was not the one at the bottom.

"It's just a matter of sending someone to me three times and twice, after all, it's a matter between you and me, but if you dare to implicate my friend, then this matter is not so simple to conclude. ”

Ning Buregret sneered in his heart, his eyes narrowed, and he turned around and closed the door of the low building.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, walked into the living room on the first floor, and said loudly: "Brother Yu, Bai is here, why don't you see Brother Yu? ”

As soon as he said this, footsteps immediately sounded all around.

Click.

Not one or two, but many, and if you count it, there are at least ten people.

"I didn't expect to see Brother Yu in a few days, and there are so many followers next to him, which is really gratifying. "The starters

Ning Buregret had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth from beginning to end, turned around and hugged his fist slightly.

However, when he saw the comer, Ning Buregret's face immediately changed.

"Who are you?"

Ning Buregret had a faint expression of horror on his face.

"Hahahaha. ”

"Hahahaha. ”

"Senior brothers, do you want to tell this idiot who we are?"

Seeing Ning Bu's expression, the fifteen Ten Thousand Mountain disciples who walked into the living room smiled all at once.

These fifteen Ten Thousand Mountain disciples are not ordinary, each of them has a cultivation above the fifth level of the Martial Sect Realm, and they will definitely not be new disciples, they should be old disciples.

"To tell you the truth, it stands to reason that you should call us senior brother, senior brothers appear here today, you should know in your heart, if you don't want to be beaten, just kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, and your friends will be fine,"

"If you still want to fight with Young Master Li Hua, then let's see if you can beat the fifteen of us down first. ”

The disciple of Wan Ling Mountain, who was headed by Wan Qian Mountain, was eighty-five years old, and his cultivation was in the Martial Sect Realm Nine Fold, and his aura was vast, but he looked at Ning Buregret and showed a sneer.

"The senior brothers are all good players, don't you feel ashamed of your martial arts heart when you bully your junior brothers like this?"

Ning Buregret looked at the fifteen Ten Thousand Mountain disciples in front of him, his eyes narrowed again, and he said lightly.

"Hahaha, shame, bullshit shame, becoming an inner disciple is the right thing, before the age of 100, the outer disciples who can't step into the realm of Wuhou will be expelled from the door," (the first release, the domain name (please remember _ three

"I'm already eighty-five years old, the Martial Sect Realm is ninefold, Young Master Li Hua has a way to make me an inner disciple, why don't I do it?"

The Martial Sect Realm Nine Thousand Thousand Mountain disciples led by him looked at Ning Buregret sarcastically, and waved his hand lightly, "It doesn't matter if you are injured or disabled. ”

As soon as this person's voice fell, the fourteen Martial Sect Realm masters other than him shot out at the same time, and bombarded towards Ning Buregret.

No one used weapons.

The rules of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate are strict, although they want to teach Ning no regrets, but they will not kill him.

Even if they listened to Li Hua's orders, they would not lose themselves.

So, the fists, legs, and palm prints all greeted Ning Buregret's body.

The sound was immense, and the wind was howling.

Ning Buregret has white hair, and it is also blown by the wind.

If he didn't regret doing something about it, he would be seriously injured.

Although he has a strong physique, in the final analysis, he is still a martial artist in the True Martial Realm.

Groan.

Ning didn't regret making a move.

What he held in his hand was the sword form of the Thousand Machine Sword.

The three-foot green edge flashed with a dazzling cold light.

Zheng Zheng.

The sound of the sword sounded, and Ning Buregret, who was wearing a Tiangong mask, quietly mobilized his soul power and unleashed a sword move with a cold ice vitality.

The attributes of the vitality are different, but the sword moves are the same.

Sanction swordsmanship.

The first move, the second move, the third move!

Unleashed three swords in succession, Ning Buregret dissolving all the fourteen attacks in front of him, but several of his hairs fell out.

"Catch turtles in the urn today, you, during the day, obediently kowtow and admit your mistakes, so that Young Master Li Hua may also let you and your friends go, if not, hehe, you know. ”

The disciples of the Martial Sect Realm Nine Thousand Thousand Mountains led by Ning Buregret looked at Ning Buregret and defused the offensive with three swords, and said lightly.

Ning Buregret defeating Jia Long and Long Qingyuan at Pojun Peak had already reached Li Hua's ears.

That's why today, Li Hua separated Yu Lianfeng and Qin Shen, and didn't regret Ning to catch turtles in the urn.

"Oh, catch a turtle in an urn?"

Ning Buregret looked coldly at the disciple of Ten Thousand Thousand Mountains led by him, and the true yuan in his body was agitated, and a huge amount of vitality erupted.

With a sigh, Ning came to the front of this disciple of Ten Thousand Mountains without regret.

Yes, he is true of the sevenfold martial arts realm, and this disciple is also the ninefold of the martial arts realm, but in the eyes of Ning Buregret, it is also average.

It was not difficult for him to fight across borders.

A sword swinged.

This was followed by a brilliant sword, hundreds of meters long.

Not only could this Martial Sect Realm Ninefold Disciple not be able to dodge, but even the remaining fourteen Martial Sect Realm Ten Thousand Mountain disciples couldn't dodge.

"Drink. ”

Fifteen people worked together, but this time they took out their weapons and joined forces to stop Ning Buregret's sword that had a wide range.

But everyone's face turned blue.

Isn't that a hand-to-hand thing?

A True Martial Realm disciple would dare to make a move on these senior brothers?

"Rampant. ”

The fifteen disciples of the Martial Sect Realm of Wan Ling Mountain made a move for the first time with a weapon in hand.

Guns, swords, and swords all roared out in unison, and the air was torn apart and wailed.

Bang bang bang.

The brick tables and chairs along the way were also shattered one by one under these powerful vitality.

"But that's it. ”

Ning Buregret's backhand is a sword, the sword roars, and the vitality of the sword is directly destroyed by the sword that Ning does not regret.

Only a little wind was left, blowing the gray hair on Ning Buregret's forehead.

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