The middle-aged man in white who suddenly appeared with a cold aura that was as cold as ice, making the blood-robed old man feel cold in his hands and feet involuntarily. He carefully looked at the man in white in front of him, and saw that he was wearing the mango shoes that only poor people wear, a pair of coarse white trousers, a coarse cloth white shirt on his body, and a coarse cloth belt around his waist.

Instead, the blood-robed old man took a step back, holding Jasper Ruyi in his left hand, and asked, "Who are you?"

The white-clothed middle-aged man's resolute face showed a trace of disdain, and he didn't even save his answer, and turned directly to Liu Mengpian and said, "Girl, the 'Eight Fierce Dark Dragon Array' is not used like this, you watch me perform it carefully." Saying that, he pointed to the ancient beast Jiaotu who was tightly bound by the rope magic weapon with his right hand, and shouted softly: "Hide!" At that moment, I saw a cloud and mist dissipate, where was the shadow of the Jiaotu. The rope-like magic weapon lost its target and automatically flew back into the hands of the blood-robed veteran.

"Are you a disciple of the Wumen?" The blood-robed old man was probably too conceited, and he didn't even remember what the white-clothed middle-aged man said when he appeared, so he sacrificed the indestructible rope magic weapon to the white-clothed middle-aged man.

The man in white had a newly grown stubble on his face, and there was an intriguing smile in his eyes as bright as a morning star, and he said, "I was going to let you taste the methods of my witch sect." A mellow and gentle white light rose in the palm of the middle-aged man, and many strange words that were difficult to distinguish were quickly formed in the white light change, and with the word "call" came out, an ancient beast of several zhang size appeared in the center of the magic circle formed by the white light in the flash of white light, which was the pepper diagram summoned by Liu Menglian just now, but it was several times larger.

Jiaotu is a kind of ancient beast, "the dragon gives birth to nine sons", the legend says that Jiaotu is the ninth son of the dragon, shaped like a big snail mussel, and the head of the beast grows on the shell.

"It's the Eight Fierce Dragons Circle. Liu Menglian was surprised, the witch gate magic circle used by this person is countless times more exquisite than what he has learned, just this kind of ability to complete the magic circle in an instant is better than his own I don't know how much, the pepper map he summoned is only the size of a futon, and the pepper map summoned by this middle-aged man is actually several zhang yuan.

"Could it be that this person is the senior of my witch sect?" Liu Menglian rubbed her injured foot and stood up.

The appearance of the pepper map carried an ancient breath that made people's hearts palpitate, and the rope magic weapon that flew to the middle-aged man in white was bitten by the beast head on the shell surface of the pepper map that appeared in time, and it was broken into two with a "click". The blood-robed old man's face changed greatly, this rope is a very powerful magic weapon that he has spent a hundred years of time and collected heavenly and earthly treasures all over the world, it can be long or short, and it is extremely tough, it is a superb magic weapon for trapped people, and he didn't expect to be bitten off by the monster summoned by this middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man in white blurted out the word "hidden" again, and the grand pepper picture dissipated again, as if it had never appeared.

The blood-robed old man was distressed, his eyes were red, and he was about to hit the jasper ruyi in his left hand, when he suddenly saw a little white spark dancing on the tip of the index finger of the middle-aged white-robed middle-aged man. But it was too late, and with a flick of the middle-aged man's fingers, the white sparks were already stained with Jasper Ruyi like a meteor, and Jasper Ruyi was burned to ashes in just an instant.

"You are, you are ......" The blood-robed old man's legs were trembling, and he blamed himself in his heart for why he didn't remember the origin of this person until now, he wanted to run, but he didn't dare, in front of this middle-aged man who seemed harmless to humans and animals, with a gentle smile on his face, I was afraid that no one in the world could run away in front of him. The blood-robed old man was so nervous that his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he only hoped that the person in front of him could let him go, otherwise he would only have to fight hard.

The white Mars returned to the middle-aged man's fingertips, snapped his fingers, and the Mars disappeared. The middle-aged man's voice was cold: "It seems that you have recognized me." I won't take your life either, destroying your two magic weapons will be your punishment for hurting the two of them, if you don't have any opinions, get out of here. ”

The blood-robed old man fled as if he had received amnesty, like a lost dog. can save his life in the hands of this person, not to mention only two magic weapons, that is, two hundred, what is his "Blood Cangdao Man" reluctant to do. With the cultivation of the "Blood Cangdao People", he had already survived the second Heavenly Tribulation hundreds of years ago, but he killed too many beings on weekdays, and he never dared to trigger the Third Heavenly Tribulation for hundreds of years, for fear of being bombarded by the Heavenly Tribulation. Although there is no progress, his cultivation is a figure on a par with Dao masters such as Shengxiao and Yuanxu, but compared to the monster just now, the difference is like a sky.

The middle-aged man in white walked up to Zhang Tianwang, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and helped him against a broken tree, then pinched Zhang Tianwang's mouth and fed him a white pill, before he turned around and said softly to Liu Menglian: "Girl, can you see the magic circle I cast just now?"

"The juniors see it clearly. Liu Menglian had already seen the process of the middle-aged man casting the "Eight Fierce Dark Dragon Array" just now, including the use of magic techniques and the transformation of techniques.

With doubts, Liu Menglian asked, "I don't know which senior is my predecessor?"

The middle-aged man seemed slightly surprised and said, "You haven't heard of me?"

"Nope. Liu Menglian searched in her mind, and she didn't remember that she knew such a middle-aged man who was extremely well-cultivated and dressed in white.

"But I know you. The middle-aged man smiled, "You look very similar to Brother Liu Piaoling, you should also be surnamed Liu, right?"

"Seniors know my father?" Liu Menglian was like in a dream, she had been wandering around and suddenly met an elder of the witch sect, this feeling was really indescribable.

"Not only do I know your father, but I am also a brother in life and death. My name is Wei Cangqiong. The middle-aged man finally said his name.

"Defend the sky...... You, you're the ...... The one who has reached the realm of ascension...... Wu, Wumen master?" Zhang Tianwang had already woken up, but the heavy injuries made him still weak, his face was pale without a trace of blood, and the long sword made of painstaking sacrifice was destroyed, although his life was unharmed, but if he wanted to recover as before, it was impossible without two or three years of careful recuperation. When Zhang Tianwang heard Wei Cangqiong's self-registration, Zhang Tianwang immediately remembered the evaluation of this great master mentioned by many elders in the sect.