Wu Zhen's expression when he was dying was very strange, there was fear, despair, and there seemed to be a hint of relief.

Even though his cervical vertebrae were broken, his mouth was still open and closed, as if he was muttering Bai Ya's surname.

Because his throat was choked by Bai Ya, Wu Zhen never spoke, and he also gave him time to ponder the murderer who held him hostage.

When he thought of a certain meaning of the surname Baiya, Wu Zhen immediately fell into a state of collapse, so he never tried to save himself.

Wu Zhenhui targeted the Lu brothers and sisters and did this series of evil things, which was completely self-inflicted, but the sand Gu proverb left by the witch aunt back then also played a role in the introduction.

The pattern left by the sand Gu proverb is a block "Lu" character with unconnected strokes, and Wu Zhen has always thought that this is the side of the "Lu" character that simplifies the small seal.

However, it wasn't until today that he fell into a life-and-death crisis, and when he heard the name Baiya, he suddenly realized that the "Lu" character pattern with no connected strokes was not a side at all.

The word "white" of the small seal is almost exactly the same as the word "white" in block letters, except that the head has become a skimming vertically.

Bai Ya didn't care about the strange expression on the dead man's face, after he pinched Wu Zhen to death with one hand, the entire house fell into a dead silence.

At this time, there were more and more Lingtian Pavilion warriors gathered around Wuzhen's courtyard, and there were many Houshan artistic conceptions who came after extinguishing the fire.

At a glance, with the house as the center, the black oppression was full of human heads, and it was estimated that most of the hundreds of martial artists of Jingque Peak had already gathered here.

Seeing Bai Ya brazenly kill Wu Zhen, these warriors were dumbfounded for a while, and after the shock, there was a trace of anger in everyone's eyes.

This is understandable, it doesn't matter whether Wu Zhen is guilty or not, as Xuan Yuan Lao Dao said, this is Jingque Peak, and it is Emei Lingtian Pavilion. If you, a disciple of Qingcheng, kill our people in front of us, and if you don't get your face back, where will everyone's self-esteem be.

None of the warriors around the house laughed anymore, and with the same gloomy expression on their faces, they all moved forward, and a rustling of footsteps sounded in the field.

However, the footsteps soon stopped abruptly, because they saw Xuan Yuan Dao raise his hand, and then they remembered that the viewer of Jingque Peak was still there, and it was not their turn to make a move for the time being.

"If you act so recklessly, aren't you afraid of causing a big war between the Qingcheng and Emei factions?"

Xuan Yuan Lao Dao looked down at Wu Zhen's corpse that was already paralyzed on the ground, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but his tone faintly showed a trace of remorse. He had lived for more than a hundred years, but he had never seen a few warriors as fierce as White Cliff.

He is not scaring Bai Ya, there are many kinds of battles between warriors, the difference between the three views will lead to fights, such as between good and evil, faith will also lead to fights, such as between Buddhism and Taoism, even within the same religion, it will also lead to fights because of different understandings of the doctrine.

However, the most frequent battles between warriors are not the above three, but the simplest and most vulgar battle for honor.

There is no first in the text, there is no second in the martial arts, this sentence is not said in vain.

Martial artists have a competitive heart, and from the first day of martial arts training, they have imperceptibly cultivated their fighting heart. As long as he is a martial artist, he will not be willing to be subordinate to others in martial arts.

This is especially true for the martial artists of the sect, especially giants like Qingcheng and Emei. They need to be very careful when they get along, even if the two giants are just an unconscious battle of will, it is also a catastrophe for many middle and lower-level martial artists.

Don't look at Baiya as just a Qingcheng martial artist with an aura realm, but sometimes, the trigger of war ~ the fire happens on small people and small events.

It is difficult to have an accurate evaluation of what he did in Jingque Peak, digging the eyeliner of the blood river and avenging his friends, which is all positive in the eyes of the Qingcheng faction martial artists.

But in the eyes of the Emei warriors, you, a Qingcheng disciple, blended into Jingque Peak without saying hello, and burned half of the mountain, killing our people in front of us, do you really treat the Emei warriors as dead?

This has become a dead knot, if Emei does not deal with Baiya, won't he seem afraid of Qingcheng, which is unacceptable to Emei warriors. But if you want to deal with Baiya, how can Qingcheng give up, my disciple killed a traitor, and it was axiom that he occupied, do you dare to touch him and treat us as dead?

This is the reason why Tang Hunt and Bai Ya were forcibly taken away by their respective sects at that time, when two sects of similar size stood together, the most taboo thing was to interfere in each other's internal affairs.

This often turns a good thing into a battle of wills, and the original cause of the incident becomes unnoticed.

"Haha, old Zamao, which ear did you hear that so-and-so was called Bai Ya, and which eye saw that so-and-so was a disciple of Qingcheng?" Bai Ya grinned, his eyes were like lightning, and he indifferently glanced at the surrounding Ling Tian Pavilion martial artists.

"If the road is uneven, someone will shovel it, and if it is uneven, someone will take care of it! Under the surname Wu Ming Ciren, there is no sect or faction, but it is not pleasing to the eye You Ling Tiange. ”

Hearing Bai Ya's words, a strange feeling appeared in the hearts of the Ling Tian Pavilion martial artists who were surrounding him.

Wu Ciren, there is no such person!

You really take us all for fools! However, this kid dares to act and does not want to implicate the sect, which is admirable!

"Hmph, do you think that by being a hero like this, you can keep Qingcheng out of the matter? You can not admit it, but unfortunately there will always be people who recognize your face......" A yin and yang voice sounded in the crowd.

"Really?" Bai Ya's eyes showed a fierce light, raised his hand, tightly pulled the flesh hanging from the wound on his left forehead, and slowly pulled it down.

"Ah~~~" The sharp pain in the heart made Bai Ya can't help but raise his head and howl, and the skin on his left forehead was quickly torn along the wound, revealing the muscles and fat that trembled slightly underneath, red and white.

With a "snap", a ball of flesh with hair and blood was thrown to the ground.

Bai Ya slowly lowered his head, he did it ruthlessly, his face started from the left forehead and ended with the right cheek, and the whole face lost almost two-thirds of the skin.

Except for the right eye, only the red and white muscle fibers remained, and the left eye did not even have eyelids, and the pale eyeball was exposed to the air nakedly, looking like a bloody skull.

The Ling Tian Pavilion martial artists who were watching slowly widened their eyes and couldn't help but retreat back.

"Vomit~" Several martial artists with poor psychological quality couldn't help but bend over and vomit.

"Now, there are still people who recognize so-and-so!"

Bai Ya had never felt that the breeze on his face would bring such a spicy and sore feeling, and everything he saw now was bright red, as if there was no other color between heaven and earth except red.

His strength began to drain rapidly, and in just a moment, he felt a wave of vertigo.

"Come, who will send a certain ride!" he reluctantly took a step forward, glaring at the crowd in front of him with his naked left eyeball, and the Ling Tian Pavilion martial artists he saw changed color one after another, and hurriedly retreated.

"Come on, come on, you eggless cowards!" Bai Ya patted his chest and roared at the crowd.

It's just that no matter how Bai Ya shouts, the martial artists of Ling Tian Pavilion are like puppies that have just been castrated at this time, and no one dares to come forward to answer.

"Old Zamao, don't you Jingque Peak even have a master?" Bai Ya suddenly turned his head, his naked left eye glared at Xuan Yuan Lao fiercely, "Come on, send the master a ride!"

Xuan Yuan Lao Dao's face twitched slightly, he raised his head and sighed, and with a "poof", he pulled out a blue light short sword from the handle of the dust and walked towards the white cliff.

"Stop!"

Just when Xuanyuan wanted to make a move to finish the white cliff, an urgent voice faintly came from the air in the distance. A figure flew in from far to near, and it took almost two breaths before landing beside Xuan Yuan.

This person is also an old Taoist priest with white eyebrows, who seems to be a little older than Xuanyuan, and his long white eyebrows hang down to his shoulders. However, his face is ruddy like a baby, and he looks energetic, which is different from ordinary people.

"Senior Brother Xuanhua, how did you come here?" Xuanyuan asked in surprise as he looked at the old Dao in front of him.

"Well, it's not just the old way...... The firelight of Jingque Peak was as bright as day, and the brothers and sisters on the surrounding peaks saw it. Xuanhua shook his head with a smile and walked towards the white cliff.

"Senior brother, this person ......" Xuanyuan raised his hand, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

"I've fainted! I know everything about this, but I can't sit idly by and watch you make a big mistake. Xuanhua sighed and leaned over to Bai Ya's side to take a closer look.

Bai Ya really stood and fainted, his eyes were covered with a thick film of blood, and the blood oozing under the skin slowly dripped along the cracks of the muscle fibers, and a large pool of blood had gathered under his feet.

"Sure enough, it's as strong as the rumors, but it's a pity that such a person is not my Emei disciple......" Xuanhua muttered to himself regretfully, stretched out his hand to clamp Bai Ya under his armpit, and said to Xuanyuan, "Let's go, Senior Brother Xuangang and Senior Sister Xuanqing are waiting for us in the quiet room!"

"Xuan Gang and Xuan Qing are also here?" Xuan Yuan Dao was slightly surprised, counting himself and Xuanhua, the four views of the left hall of the outer gate of Ling Tian Pavilion had all arrived.

Immediately, the old man of Xuanyuan smiled bitterly, and this time Jingque Peak was embarrassed and embarrassed.

Forget about the kid in Senior Brother Xuanhua's hands, just Rong Cheng, Wu Zhen and others colluded with the Blood River River and brutalized the brothers and sisters of the Lu clan of the same sect, which was enough to make all the martial artists of Jingque Peak unable to raise their heads.

In front of outsiders, Xuan Yuan could flatly deny everything, but in front of his fellow Ling Tiange's senior brothers, he couldn't open his eyes and say nonsense.

The two came to the quiet room of the Hanging Pavilion, and Xuan Yuan really found that there were already three people waiting for them in the quiet room, one of them and a woman, two old Taoists, who were the same senior brother Xuan Gang and senior sister Xuan Qing.

As for this last one......

"The sixth prince hasn't rested yet?" Xuan Yuan Dao looked at Meng Min, who was standing aside with his head down, and frowned slightly.

"I let him in!" Xuanhua said, then put the unconscious Baiya on the bamboo couch, looked at the Taoist aunt Xuanqing, who had a delicate face and looked like a middle-aged young woman, and said, "Senior sister, this son has been seriously injured and has lost too much blood, and you still need to be rescued!"

"Yes, Senior Brother!" Xuan Qing nodded, opened the medical box beside him, took out a set of golden needles from it, and began to stop the bleeding and wrap Bai Ya's wounds.