Yuemen, a sect established by a newcomer, seems to be a spring bamboo shoot, just a few days to destroy Qingshanmen, defeat Xiaomen and Zhangmen, when everyone did not expect it, appeared on the stage of the middle courtyard in an extremely shining way. Although it is not the most dazzling on the big stage of the middle courtyard, it is the most attractive.

And the master of the Moon Gate, at the beginning of a kind of writing legend, was extremely strong on the celebrity list of the Middle Court, so that during this time, his deeds were discussed in any corner of the Middle Court, from entering the Middle Court to lead the new students to snatch the spiritual energy of the old students to applying for the forbidden place in the Middle Court, his deeds one by one, like a wave, set off an uproar.

The name Yuehua may be a little unfamiliar to the spirit people in the second layer of the spirit veins who stay in it day and night to cultivate in order to impact the strong list. But when Yang Jing'er said the Moon Gate Sect Master, all the spirits in the entire second layer of the spirit vein couldn't calm down.

In the second layer of spiritual veins, on the green grass, a few young people who were sitting cross-legged and cultivating suddenly opened their eyes when they heard the Lord of the Moon Gate, and a look of amazement rose on their faces. Especially Pan Wei and Zheng Ming, who had great opinions about Yuehua before, in addition to that look of amazement, there was also a touch of ruthlessness hidden in the depths of their hearts.

The new life, the establishment of the sect, the destruction of the Qingshan Gate, the repulsion of the Xiao Sect and the Zhang Gate, all kinds of deeds seem to be a hammer in the hearts of Pan Wei and Zheng Ming. They couldn't have imagined that the young man in front of them, who looked like a stunned teenager, was actually the most talked about by the people in the middle court.

"Not good!"

Liu Hui, whose face darkened suddenly, listened to Yang Jing'er's words, and the ominous omen that rose in his heart was particularly strong. immediately ignored Yang Jing'er completely, and rushed to Yuehua. The spiritual power gathered in the palm of his hand formed a beam of light hundreds of zhang, slashing towards Yuehua.

And seeing Liu Hui who was rushing towards Yuehua, Yang Jing'er immediately followed, and at the same time, the spiritual power in the palm of her hand carried a large piece of surging spiritual power, like a meteor crossing the night sky, crossing a semicircular arc in the sky, blocking Liu Hui's hundreds of zhang spiritual power beam.

"Last time, due to my lack of strength, I failed to block your poisonous hand in time and let your group of sinister villains succeed, and this time, even if I die, I won't let you succeed!"

The fierce wind blew Yang Jing'er's long pink skirt tightly against her body, outlining her bumpy figure. Under the fierce gaze of Liu Hui and those people, she flew towards Yuehua like a moth to a fire, and a piece of spiritual power formed a curtain of light, covering Yuehua's body.

"Since you're looking for death, then don't blame me for being rude!"

Snorting coldly, Liu Hui slowly raised his hand and slashed it fiercely, and immediately in mid-air, a large knife of several zhang carried a large piece of surging spiritual power, so that the airflow followed the direction of the spiritual power and slashed fiercely on Yang Jing'er's light curtain.

"Click!"

The light curtain above Yang Jing'er's head suddenly cracked, turning into star-like points of light and dissipating in the air. The violent backlash caused her to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, the group of people led by the slightly fierce-looking young man, under the command of Liu Hui, more than a dozen dazzling spiritual lights slammed into Yuehua's body at the moment when Yang Jing'er's light curtain shattered. Immediately, the fierce wind around him blew pervasively on Yuehua's body, cutting through his clothes, leaving scars on his body that oozed blood.

"Little girl, you are still a little tender, I can abolish your sister in front of you for the first time, then I can abolish him in front of your eyes for the second time!"

Seeing that the more than a dozen spiritual powers had come into contact with Yuehua's body, Liu Hui finally let out a long sigh of relief, and then the anxious eyes that were a little impatient instantly fell on Yang Jing'er's body with great confidence, and his voice was also confident and proud.

"No ......"

Hearing Liu Hui's voice, Yang Jing'er wiped off the blood at the corner of her mouth, glanced at Yuehua with her eyes, and before she could take a breath, she saw more than a dozen spiritual powers like the dawn in the sky falling on Yuehua. Immediately, the scene of my sister's severed hands and feet falling in front of my eyes a year ago played back in my mind. Crystal tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, Yang Jing'er's pale nails sank deep into her palm, and the spiritual power of her whole body surged out, slamming towards Yuehua, and her body also flew towards Yuehua like losing control.

The tragedy of a year ago, she never wanted to see it a second time.

However, there was still a distance of three zhang from Yuehua, and the more than a dozen spiritual powers like blades had already fallen on Yuehua's body. It was as if I saw the bloody hands and feet of Yuehua as I had seen a year ago, and they were about to fall into front of me. Yang Jing'er closed her eyes extremely helplessly, her legs were weak, her whole person was paralyzed on the ground, and her lips were trembling helplessly.

"Boy, enjoy the best moments coming up!"

The spiritual power slammed into Yuehua's body, and the group of people led by the fierce young man smiled coldly, and licked the corners of his lips that seemed to have a dry cough because he was accumulating spiritual power and over-exerting physical energy. The facial expression is unusually distorted because of the exaggerated smile.

"Three hundred punches, four hundred and twenty-five palms!"

Just as they were laughing and bending down, an extremely deep voice sounded, causing their smiles to stiffen instantly, and then their eyes fell on Yuehua in unison. But when I saw that the dozen or so spiritual powers that were split on Yuehua's body, as if they had touched a spring, they all bounced off, and an inexplicable panic surged from the bottom of my heart.

A deep voice hovered above the second layer of spiritual veins for a long time. And when this voice fell, in an excellent position in the upper reaches of the stream, Yuehua's eyes opened suddenly, and under the gaze of more than a dozen frightened eyes, he slowly stood up, and his slender and upright body appeared in all his vision.

Taking a long breath, Yuehua fell on Yang Jing'er, who was paralyzed on the ground in front of her, and then opened her feet, walked slowly to her side, and helped her up.

"It's okay, then you sit quietly!"

Yuehua's voice was extremely calm, and his words were for Yang Jing'er, but the people around him, led by Liu Hui, trembled violently. I want to run out of the second layer of spiritual veins when I pull my legs.

"Three hundred punches, four hundred and twenty-five palms, a total of fifteen people, twenty punches per person, twenty-five palms!"

The indifferent voice fell, and Yuehua's whole person was like a bloody wolf, pulling out a long shadow, and slamming into the group of people led by the fierce young man at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

"Crackling!"

Immediately, a continuous fist applause sounded in the second layer of spiritual veins.