In the past few days, knowing that the Eight Factions Alliance was going to hold a meeting of elders in Beijing, Xue Mingyu dared to commit a crime against the wind, which made everyone in the Eight Factions Alliance feel faceless, and even this matter reached Zhu Yuanzhang's ears, and he blamed Ye Sudong a few words.

Ye Sudong, as the first master of the younger generation of the Xining faction, finally mixed up with the position of the commander of the inner house, after being reprimanded by Zhu Yuanzhang, he felt very angry, and his face was very unbearable, so when he returned to the Xining faction, he specially pointed out the matter, and the Xining faction called on the masters of the capital to form such a jade hunting army composed of the alliance of eight factions.

Today, Yang Xingzhou was coincidental, just dressed as Xue Mingyu, he met Leng Yan and today's Chen Guifei, and met Yan Yanru, which attracted the attention of the jade hunting team.

Originally, everyone was still worried that when chasing Xue Mingyu, this thief would jump over the wall in a hurry and commit murder on the street in a desperate situation, but what people didn't expect was that he was extremely cooperative with everyone's actions and came to the Xuanmu Temple on the outskirts of the city, as if he deliberately gave everyone a chance to capture him.

Originally, some people thought that this Xue Mingyu was looking for death by himself, but now seeing that he defeated the thoughtless monk with one move, and the light-weight exercise method was so clever, he suddenly changed his mind and became dignified.

This Xue Mingyu is so cultivated, no wonder he has been able to escape the pursuit of righteous people and the government repeatedly, maybe under today's carelessness, this person still has the possibility of escaping, if he escapes again, then the face of the Eight Factions Alliance will be lost.

Yang Xingzhou was under siege, still not in a hurry, when he saw that his body was about to land, he suddenly floated towards a big tree, landed on a small branch, his body stood upright, and gently undulated with the shaking of the small branch, and smiled at the people around him: "Everyone, I repeat, this is a misunderstanding, Xue Mingyu has been killed by me, Lao Tzu is Yang Xingzhou, not Xue Mingyu!" ”

He had the intention to take off the mask on his face, but it was not too troublesome for the skin mask to be absorbed by water when it was glued, and if he wanted to take it off, he had to apply the potion once, otherwise, how could he wear it on his face without falling off and without any flaws? This is not a mask, you can wear it at any time, you can take it off at any time.

It's not impossible to tear it off forcibly, but I'm afraid that the mask made by Bei Shengtian will be torn, Yang Xingzhou has never figured out what the production process of this human skin mask is, and he is very reluctant to destroy it, the reason why he wears it on his face this time is to feel the touch and material of this mask in person, and he can figure out the manufacturing skills of this mask.

Especially crucially, even if he takes it off now, it may not work, if people say that he is Xue Mingyu, Yang Xingzhou can't refute it.

After all, he can even pretend to be Pang Ban and Qin Mengyao, and his disguise technique is famous all over the world, and it may not be impossible to disguise a Xue Mingyu, especially when he acts ruthlessly, both righteous and evil, I only saw him kill people, and I didn't see him do anything good, even if he had been a thief before, it was unknown.

All kinds of considerations flashed in Yang Xingzhou's heart, for him, he could only compete with these people at the moment, and then escape, these people came one by one, except for the Wuxiang monk, there was still a little weight, and the rest of the people could not stop him, so he was not in a hurry.

A coquettish smile sounded on the left: "Are you Yang Xingzhou?" Are you kidding? Why should the big guy be polite to this lewd thief, don't talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes, let's catch him together, abolish his martial arts, and then hand it over to the government for disposal, isn't it a big deal? It's also good to avenge the victim of the woman! ”

Yang Xingzhou followed the voice and looked, it turned out that it was a charming woman who spoke, with slender eyes and sideburns, revealing a terrifying wind and spirit, her eyes were like paint, her body was even, and she had a long sword on her back, and her posture was especially better than Yan Yan not far away.

Glancing at her beside her, there were still Luo Wuxiu, Leng Feng and other disciples of the Ancient Sword Pool he had seen, and suddenly remembered a person, knowing that she should be the famous female master of the Ancient Sword Pool, "Hui Jian" Bo Zhaoru, and immediately smiled and said: "Miss Bo, if I am really Xue Mingyu, let you deal with it, but unfortunately I am not, but I have disappointed you." If you really kill you, then it is called a wrong. ”

Speaking of this, the person took a step on the branch, instantly came to the ground, and swaggered towards the temple gate.

Everyone shouted in unison and pounced, and everyone thought that he would escape from the air, but they did not expect that he would return the same way.

At this moment, the sound of the Buddha's horn sounded, and the monk suddenly rushed out of the main hall, and instantly arrived behind Yang Xingzhou, slapped his palm forward, and his indifferent voice came: "Master Xue said well, life and death are just a misunderstanding, and there is no rest." ”

Yang Xingzhou kicked back with his right foot like lightning and said with a smile: "Since you know that life and death are misunderstandings, why bother to seek detachment by mistake?" ”

Bang!

Wuxiang Monk raised his foot and kicked forward, blocking Yang Xingzhou's kick from the back, his body was shocked, he floated back again, and sighed: "Master Xue, who are you learning from?" The masters I have seen in Lao Qu's life, except for Pang Ban, you should be the first! ”

At this time, Yang Xingzhou had already cultivated the Dragon Elephant Bo Ruogong to the realm of the Great Perfection, with a huge strength of 10,000 catties in his hands and feet, and a huge amount of strength plus extremely profound internal strength.

Under the whole world, only the waves and Pang Ban can deal with Yang Xingzhou's attack lightly, and the rest of the people, even if Li Ruohai is against Yang Xingzhou, may not be able to beat him, and the two of them will be at most half a catty and eight taels.

The masters encountered in the life of the monk Wuxiang, except for Pang Ban, there is really no one who can have Yang Xingzhou's cultivation, even if his meditation kung fu has reached a very high and profound realm, it is still inevitable to have a sense of shock at this time.

Yang Xingzhou's body shook slightly, did not turn around, and continued to walk forward: "I said that you recognized the wrong person, but you still don't believe it!" ”

The thoughtless monk stood in place and said softly: "The donor is always unconscious, so he is upside down in the sea of life and death, and he can't extricate himself." However, the delusion is sincere, the wood is one, the former is like the sea, the latter is like waves, the sea is calm, because of the wind into waves. If the donor can see through this principle and turn his back on the truth, will he still be obsessed with this and that?"

Yang Xingzhou said frankly: "Do you really know what is falsehood, what is true, why did you break the void earlier, become a Buddha on the ground, and still have time to fight with Lao Tzu here?" ”

As he spoke, everyone on the roof landed one after another, surrounding Yang Xingzhou in the middle.

A burst of wild laughter came from the right, and an old man who was dark and thin with a wrinkled face laughed and said: "I thought Xue Mingyu was a character, but it turned out to be a nonsense, cowardly as a mouse!" ”

Yang Xingzhou froze his figure, looked at the old man, and said lightly: "Haven't asked the name yet?" ”

The old man was stunned by Yang Xingzhou's cold and electric gaze, and snorted coldly: "Listen up, the old man is Tian Tong of the Wudang faction, after you arrive in the underworld, don't forget the old man!" ”

Yang Xingzhou nodded and said, "It turned out to be a master of the Wudang faction." ”

He had heard Xiao Bandao talk about this person, and knew that this person's "Infinite Sword" ranked third in the martial arts, second only to the head of Wudang, Chunyang Zhenzi and Feibai Daochang, and was the most outstanding one among the lay masters.

Footsteps sounded, the figure flickered, just when Tian Tong opened his mouth to report his home, at least more than ten people were added around, making the other party reach nearly fifty people, it seems that the entire group of jade hunters came to join in the fun, these people are the leaders and elites of the eight factions.

Yang Xingzhou sighed, looked at the sky with his hands, and said lightly: "Come out!" ”

Suddenly, a sharp and thin voice came from far and near, and said, "Why don't you think about Brother Wu yet, do you want to let the immortal come and move his muscles and bones?"

The figure flashed, and there was an obese old man next to the monk who didn't want to think, with a childish face and crane hair, and his eyebrows were pure white as snow, and he was like a fairy in the dust.

Yang Xingzhou Huo Ran turned around, his heart was cold, he couldn't imagine that the two most powerful people of the Eight Sects, the thoughtless monk of Shaolin and the immortal immortal of Changbai, all met him.

One of these two people is okay to say, for Yang Xingzhou, he is naturally not afraid, but under the cooperation of the two people, even with Yang Xingzhou's cultivation at this time, I am afraid that it will be difficult to parry, plus there are so many masters around, it is bound to be defeated.

The wind sounded, and there were two more people around Wudang Tiantong, one was an old man with long silver hair, and the other was a middle-aged Confucian who was no more than thirty years old.

The white-haired old man next to him has a deep breath, although it is not as good as the bearing of the monk and the immortal immortal, but just to that station, it is surprisingly good-looking and natural, and it is impressive.

Yang Xingzhou had a big headache, these two people were not trivial at first glance, just by sensing the breath, he knew that they must be first-class masters, even if they were not as good as Qianluo and Feng Han, but they were not much different.

Seeing Yang Xingzhou's eyes looking at them, the old man and the middle-aged Confucian nodded in unison, and the old man said, "I'm Sha Tianfang!" ”

The middle-aged Confucian priest bowed his hand and said, "On the Xiazhuang Festival!" ”

Yang Xingzhou didn't ask for their names just now, but just glanced at them, and there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes, which made the two of them involuntarily introduce themselves, and they felt weird when they thought about it afterwards.

After becoming Yang Xingzhou's chauffeur, Jian Zhengming told Yang Xingzhou about the masters of the Xining faction, among which Sha Tianfang, the "old man" of the Xining faction, and the "nine fingers drifting to" Zhuang Jie are the key figures to mention, these two people are extremely clever and can be called the best of the first-class masters, and they all appeared in this Xuanmu Temple today.

Yang Xingzhou glanced at everyone and sighed again: "It's just for a whore, as for such a big battle?" Why didn't I see you masters come forward to deal with a little lewd thief when I dealt with Pang Ban, but even you sect masters were alarmed? Bullying the soft and being afraid of the hard to this extent is especially strange! ”