"Oh, the speed is okay!" Seeing that the water pavilion avoided his own blow, the old Taoist priest showed a slightly surprised look: "You have a murderous enmity with me, although it is not a pity for those few wastes to die, but if you let you escape in my hands today, then wouldn't my Wang Yunhai be the peak martial arts master of Guansong Dao in vain!"

The old Taoist priest's face sank, and then his body turned into a streamer and chased towards the water pavilion!

The Water Pavilion Yang Dragon was running to the extreme in the sky, and was running wildly, and his ears were full of whirring wind, but the words of the old Taoist priest still came into his ears word for word.

"Wang Yunhai, the peak martial arts master, this old guy behind him is actually a peak martial arts powerhouse, and his status in the Guansong Dao is definitely not low! No wonder he can put so much pressure on me!"

When a martial artist reaches the level of a martial artist, he is called a martial arts master, and if he breaks through again, he can become the king of martial arts, that is, the king of martial arts! The current strength of the water pavilion is only close to the peak of the martial master, and there is no chance of winning in the face of the strong martial arts sect, let alone the martial sect at its peak!

"What kind of light body exercises did this kid learn, and why is he so fast!" Wang Yunhai, who was chasing after the water pavilion in a hurry, was surprised in his heart, after half an hour of hard work, the distance between himself and the young man in front of him had been kept at about twenty zhang, and it had not been shortened at all!

"It's just a martial artist, see how long you can last!" Wang Yunhai snorted coldly, and his footsteps did not stop. If this state continues, he believes that it must be the Water Pavilion that will fall first, after all, his cultivation is much higher than that of the other party, and his internal strength is also deeper.

The internal strength of the water pavilion is about to be exhausted, and the pace has gradually become vain, and the speed has begun to slow down. Wang Yunhai saw that victory was in sight, and his goosebumpy old face was already distorted with a smile.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, the air gradually warmed, and the sun, which had been blocked, began to shine dazzlingly.

"Great!"

After running wildly for a long time, the water pavilion, which was close to exhaustion, saw this scene, and his heart was ecstatic!

His master Li Wusheng once said that if he was under the sun, then the internal strength of the Yang Dragon could be continuously replenished, and he was not afraid of consumption at all, and the Water Pavilion, which was already about to fall from exhaustion, finally saw a ray of light!

I saw that the endless warm light points continued to rotate around the water pavilion, and then directly submerged into the water pavilion's body, merging into the limbs and hundreds of remains, moisturizing the dry meridians, and the entire dantian was wrapped in a warm breath, the feeling of exhaustion just now disappeared immediately, the water pavilion was full of strength, indescribable comfort, I couldn't help but let out a long howl, and the speed suddenly increased again!

Wang Yunhai behind him was shocked when he saw this scene, he was about to catch up with the water pavilion, but the other party turned into a light man at this time, and the speed that had dropped a lot suddenly increased again, and it was much faster than at the beginning!

"Whew!"

After chasing another cup of tea, Wang Yunhai had to stop, gasping for breath, his eyes unwillingly looking at the direction where the water pavilion disappeared, revealing a resentful and cruel look.

After such a long period of vigorous galloping, the internal force has been exhausted, and Rao is cultivation at the level of his martial arts sect can no longer support it. I don't know how that hateful boy did it.

Wang Yunhai closed his eyes and breathed for a while, and after his internal strength recovered slightly, he immediately turned into a streamer and rushed towards the direction in which the treasure was born.

......

Wuyuan City is indeed a very large city, the city wall is five zhang high, and there are thousands of mobile sentries on it, all of them are strong and persistent, always vigilant about the movements around the city.

The streets in the city extend in all directions, people come and go, bustling, and it is indeed very lively.

Guansong Dao, one of the seven sacred places of martial arts, is located on Wuyuan Mountain on the outskirts of the city, with nearly 10,000 disciples. The prestige among the people in this place is very high, and there is an endless stream of people who go to the incense all year round. Fortunately, Guansong Dao has no quarrel with the world, and it is strictly forbidden for disciples to go down the mountain and move around on weekdays, otherwise such a behemoth will make the local government too nervous.

At this time, the water pavilion had changed into a dark blue robe, tied a silver-rimmed belt, and walked on the streets of the city. The clothes that had been torn during the fierce fight had already been thrown into the storage space.

"Wang Yunhai, you old immortal, since you want my life, then I can't just run away! I have to make some trouble for you!" Shui Xie thought as he walked, and a hint of a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I don't know what effect this trick will have, old immortal, you wait and see!"

At midnight, the sky was full of stars.

On the outskirts of the city, Wuyuan Mountain is nearly 1,000 zhang high, and the cascading courtyard halls extend from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and the whole mountain peak is brightly lit, and the sound of chanting is endless.

"Is this the legendary Guansong Road? It's really spectacular, and it really looks like a holy place. Standing at the foot of the mountain, the water pavilion smiled faintly, and its figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"Huh?" The two disciples guarding the mountain gate came up sleepy just now, and took a slight nap, only to feel a light breeze blowing by their side, and when they opened their eyes, they were still dark around, but they didn't see half a figure.

"I don't think anyone will dare to sneak up the mountain at night. The two disciples muttered, their eyelids sinking again, and after a while they fell asleep against the pillar.

After dawn, the entire Wuyuan Mountain was boiling!

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, all the people were sprinkled with snowflakes of paper, and the contents of it made all the disciples talk, whether angry, surprised, or gloating, in short, all of them had different expressions.

The gist of the paper is:

Two hundred miles to the southwest, there are treasures about to appear, and Wang Yunhai, the master of Guansong Dao, killed his disciple Chen Qingyun and others for privately swallowing treasures. My brothers happened to pass by, and when they heard the conversation between their master and apprentice, they were almost killed by Wang Yunhai. This matter has been known to countless righteous people, and such selfish and ruthless people are really insulting to the reputation of the holy land of Guansong Dao. Look forward to Songdao to solve this matter, support justice, and don't let the righteous sect be tarnished and cleared!

Not only that, but the streets in Wuyuan City are also scattered with papers with the same content, and people are talking about this matter, whether it is true or not, Wang Yunhai's matter has become a topic of discussion after tea and dinner in the streets and alleys, and everyone is giving ideas for Guan Songdao, and is enthusiastically discussing what method to use to deal with Wang Yunhai.

The murderers were really hateful, and the reputation of Kansong Dao was also affected to a certain extent. There are even better people who rely on their own cultivation to be acceptable, and hurry to the southwest, wanting to get a piece of the pie when the treasure is born.

For a time, the entire Wuyuan City was boiling.

Shui Xie sat at the window of a teahouse, looking at the crowd on the street, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yesterday, the water pavilion spent a full three hundred taels of silver for hush money, hired people to work overnight, and wrote so many words. Now it looks like it's working really well. I wonder how the group of cow noses in the Guansong Road will react at this time?

......

On the top of Wuyuan Mountain, a middle-aged Taoist priest with a full face and beard pinched the paper emitted by the water pavilion in his hand, trembling with anger, his chest rose and fell violently, and then, a wave of energy suddenly emerged from his fingertips, knocking the thin paper in his hand into powder!

"No one has dared to trouble Guan Song Dao for many years! The head of Hexuan is still in retreat, and this matter must be dealt with strictly! Qingfeng Qingming, you two go and send Wang Yunhai Hall Master here immediately! This seat wants to have a good talk with him!" The room was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Yes, Master!" Qingfeng Qingming walked out immediately, and the two made a grimace at each other, tacitly.

The two were on the mountain road, talking in a low voice as they walked:

"This Uncle Wang Yunhai is gloomy on weekdays, and that goosebumpy old face looks disgusting, maybe this matter is really true!

"Master usually has a fiery temper, but this time he is really angry, no matter whether Uncle Wang is wronged or not, it is estimated that he will not escape a punishment. Moreover, the reputation of Guansong Dao has been so seriously affected this time, it is estimated that Master will definitely strictly investigate the person behind it......"

After half a cup of tea, the two of them had already returned.

"Return to Master," the Qingfeng Qingming two bowed down and said, "According to the report of the disciples guarding the mountain, Uncle Wang had already left the mountain gate the day before yesterday, and there were seven disciples under his sect who went down the mountain with him, and they have not yet returned. ”

"This bastard thing!" the bearded man slapped the table next to him to pieces with a straight palm!

"And... And—" The breeze was a little slurching.

"What's the rambling thing? If you have something to say, you can let it go! Don't you think this seat is annoying enough?" This beard and eyebrows are erected, and his speech is vulgar and direct, and his temper is really hot enough.

Qing Feng didn't dare to stammer: "Moreover, according to the report of the disciples who went down the mountain to buy today, there were also many similar papers distributed in the Wuyuan City last night, and now the matter of Senior Uncle Wang has spread all over the streets and alleys of Wuyuan City." The people didn't know the truth, and they were all filled with righteous indignation, and asked Guan Songdao to give an explanation of this matter, so as not to disgrace the reputation of the Holy Land......"

"Boom!"

Before Qingfeng could finish speaking, the wooden door of the room made a loud noise, the door shattered, sawdust flew, and their master disappeared at this time.

The two brothers stuck out their tongues and smiled knowingly, as if they were accustomed to Master's fiery temper.

"All the hall masters of the seventy-two halls of Guansong Road will gather in the Jinsong Hall within a stick of incense!

The angry and mighty voice spread to every corner of Wuyuan Mountain.