Looking at the house that was getting closer and closer, Bai Ya's heart slowly lifted, he was afraid that Wu Zhen was not in the house now.

In case that guy ran to the back mountain to put out the fire and staggered by him, it would really be a day Chihuahua.

However, judging from his observations a few days ago, Wu Zhen lived in seclusion during this time, except for occasionally going to the martial arts arena to practice martial arts, most of the time he shrunk in the house, and it is likely that he will not go to the back mountain to fight the fire.

Although there was no clear clue about the incident of the Lu brothers and sisters pointing to him, he was not at ease, and the gossip passed between the martial disciples of Ling Tiange had never stopped.

For the onlookers, the truth is never important, as long as there is a topic and gossip.

The direction of Baiya's run was not aimed at the gate of the house, and the route was a little off.

However, he didn't realize it, came to the courtyard, and jumped over the fence of the courtyard like a hundred-meter hurdle. Not only did he not slow down, but he lifted his palms and assumed the posture of the Vajra mudra, slamming into the back wall of the house like a galloping horse.

"Boom!" The dirt wall of the house was knocked out of a large oval hole, and the dust that burst out like a mushroom cloud rolled upside down.

Bai Ya's luck was very good, as soon as he broke through the wall, he saw Wu Zhen at the table looking at him blankly, and the distance between the two was not even two meters.

"Wu Zhen, give someone a death!" Bai Ya was overjoyed, grinning, his wooden face couldn't help revealing a trace of hideousness, his footsteps slipped, and the tiger claw of his right hand directly pinched Wu Zhen's throat.

Wu Zhen did stay in the house at this time, it was not that he couldn't hear the increasingly noisy movement outside. It's that during this time, he was depressed, and he couldn't worry about it all day, and he didn't have the heart to take care of other things.

"No, don't!" Wu Zhen fell on his back with a panicked face, kicked his feet on the ground, and shrank backwards in a panic.

He's been feeling sluggish these days, and he's already a little sleepy at night leaning on the table.

When he was in a daze, he suddenly saw a man covered in blood breaking through the wall, and rushed towards him with a hideous face, and he was immediately frightened, and he couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality for a while.

"It's really a waste!" Bai Ya saw his virtue, and suddenly remembered Wu Si's evaluation of him.

"I really don't know how he got into Ling Tian Pavilion. Bai Ya took a step forward and effortlessly grabbed Wu Zhen's neck and lifted him up like a rabbit.

Wu Zhen's fists and kicks that slammed on Bai Ya's body indiscriminately did not carry his internal qi at all, and his soft resistance was like a newborn baby.

"Zhen'er!" The middle-aged martial artist, who was only one step behind Bai Ya, had already reached the back of the house, and as soon as he landed, he rushed towards the hole that Bai Ya had knocked out.

It's just that as soon as he ran to the mouth of the hole, his whole body stiffened, as if he was being held at gunpoint, and slowly retreated backwards.

Bai Ya held Wu Zhen's neck in one hand, put him in front of him as a shield, and walked out of the hole in the house.

"Zhen'er, are you okay?" The middle-aged martial artist looked embarrassed, he didn't expect Wu Zhen to be so useless, he didn't even hold on for a breath, and he had already fallen into the hands of the enemy.

"Uncle De?"

Carried out of the house by Bai Ya, Wu Zhen's confused brain began to slowly sober up, and he was a little stunned when he looked at the middle-aged martial artist in front of him.

"There are really a lot of martial arts disciples in Ling Tian Pavilion, and they ran into four of them in one night!"

Of course, Bai Ya heard the sentence "Uncle De" in Wu Zhen's mouth, and couldn't help but smile mockingly.

At this time, most of the martial disciples who were still in this area already knew that something was wrong, and they all moved closer to this side, centering on Wu Zhen's courtyard and forming a large circle.

They looked at the people in the circle with dazed, wary, or gloating expressions on their faces.

"Let go of Zhen'er, you still have a chance to live, if not......"

The middle-aged warrior saw that the people around him were getting more and more around, and his face became more and more ugly, after all, the person who was carried in his hand by Bai Ya like a little chicken was called Wu Zhen, and he was the grandson of the Wu family not long ago.

"If not, what can you do with me?" Bai Ya's hand tightened, and Wu Zhen's face immediately turned the color of pig liver, and a dead fish-like "hoho" sound came out of his mouth.

"What do you want?" asked the middle-aged martial artist through gritted teeth.

"Let me think, first of all...... That kid on the roof will roll me down first!" Bai Ya grinned, suddenly raised his left hand, and flicked his middle finger, shooting out a sharp finger wind with a "poof".

"Huh?" a timely exclamation sounded from the rooftop, and a figure jumped down in embarrassment. It looks like it is the other person who was chasing Baiya just now, Tang Ling of Tangjiabao.

"Tang Ling, for your Tang Family Fort, you'd better not mix up tonight's affairs, otherwise be careful that Tang Hunt will settle accounts with you in the future. Bai Ya looked at this eccentric kid and had a little headache, so he bluffed him.

"Brother Hunting?!" Tang Ling raised his eyebrows, his face changed for a while, he suddenly remembered something, glanced meaningfully at Wu Zhen who was holding Bai Ya in his hand, and silently retreated into the crowd.

"Who the hell are you and why are you here?" Seeing Tang Ling retreat, a trace of unease swelled in the middle-aged martial artist's heart, and he suddenly realized that Bai Ya might not be a simple spy, and it seemed that the capture of Wu Zhen was not just for the purpose of being a hostage.

"I won't mention who I am, why are you here, naturally I came here for the survival of your Ling Tian Pavilion's Dao system!" Bai Ya pretended to be a god stick and said with a sneer.

"Oh, Wude retreats, let the poor Dao listen to what this little friend said, what is the danger to the survival of my Ling Tian Pavilion's Dao system?"

Just when the middle-aged warrior was hesitating, an indifferent voice came from the air at night. When the voice first came out, it seemed to be still far away, and when the sentence was finished, it seemed to be close at hand.

Bai Ya looked up at the sky, and saw an old Taoist priest with a fairy wind and bones coming from the wind, taking a few steps in the air, as if stepping on invisible steps and walking down from mid-air.

"Meet the Lord!" Seeing this old Taoist priest coming across into the void, the surrounding Ling Tian Pavilion martial artists, including the middle-aged martial artist, all bowed down and bowed from a distance.

"Innate powerhouse!" Bai Ya's pupils shrank, and he grinded his teeth secretly, and now the chance of escaping is basically equal to zero.

"Little friend, I don't know what kind of grudge the Jingque Peak in charge of the old Taoist has with you, forcing you to set fire to the mountain and destroy the foundation of my view?" After the old Taoist priest landed, he raised his palm towards Baiya with an expressionless face, put the dust on the crook of his left arm, and made a mockery.

The old Taoist's words were very peaceful, but Bai Ya heard the monstrous anger in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh, saying in his heart that this was not his brother's intention, but the fire resistance of Jingque Peak was too low.

He took advantage of the fact that the old Taoist priest hadn't made a move yet, and peeked at it. I saw that this old Taoist was a little thin, wearing a wide gray Taoist robe, wearing a wooden crown, holding a dust, and a long white beard under his chin.

It's just that he seems to be a little embarrassed, his robe and dust are covered with black ash, and the white beard under his chin also shows a little burnt.

Bai Ya knew that this old Taoist priest must have gone to fight the fire first, thinking of the crazy fire in the back mountain, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, he really didn't know how strong this old Taoist's skill was, that kind of burning mountain fire actually only delayed him for a moment.

"Hey, old Taoist, do you know who this is?" Bai Ya grinned at the corner of his mouth, ripped off a cloth bag from his waist and threw it at the old Taoist.

Xuanyuan Daochang's eyelids moved slightly, and with a wave of dust, he took the cloth bag, untied the mouth of the cloth bag, and suddenly his eyes froze.

"Rongcheng?"

Although the head inside the cloth bag was already in tatters, Rong Cheng had been in Jingque Peak for more than twenty years, how could Xuanyuan Dao Elder not recognize it.

"It's good to recognize it, and these two things, old Dao Elder will recognize them again?" Bai Ya sneered, took out a black-skinned book and a bottle of pills from the mustard seed bag and threw them over.

"Red Practice"...... Blood River !!"

Just glanced at the title of the book on the black-skinned classic, and the eyes that Xuan Yuan Lao Dao had been squinting slightly opened completely. The original cloud-like indifferent expression on his face was solemn, and a pair of eyes were shining, staring at Baiya.

"I don't know where Xiaoyou got these two things?"

"Haha, of course I got it from your good apprentice Rong Cheng, is there anything else......" Bai Ya showed a strange expression, and his empty left hand touched Wu Zhen's head like a puppy.

Wu Zhen was grabbed by his neck and couldn't open his mouth, but the shocked look on his face clearly fell in the eyes of everyone.

"Thief, you dare to spew blood!" The middle-aged martial artist standing next to him was stunned, and he raised his sword and threw himself towards the white cliff, no longer caring about Wu Zhen's life.

"Presumptuous!" Xuan Yuan Lao Dao's face sank, and with a wave of dust, an inexplicable huge force directly swept away the long sword in the hands of the middle-aged martial artist.

"You take Wude down first!" Lao Dao turned around and ordered lightly.

"Yes, master!" The two martial artists behind him clasped their fists and saluted, standing on the left and right of Wude respectively, "Senior Brother Wude, if you are offended, don't let me wait for it." ”

"Alas, disaster is coming!" Wu De's face was as pale as snow, and he glanced at Wu Zhen hatefully, but he was remorseful in his heart.

At the beginning, he was the only one who tried to protect Wu Zhen, and the reason was also to keep the reputation of the Wu family for hundreds of years. But if Wu Zhen really colluded with the Blood River, it would not be a matter of bad reputation, and the entire Wu clan would probably be buried for him.

Knowing this, why did he save this disaster.

"Xiaoyou, since you obtained these two things from Rong Cheng, what does it have to do with Wu Zhen?" Seeing Wu De being taken away, Xuan Yuan Lao Dao's face regained his calmness and said indifferently.

"Haha, Ling Tiange, what a joke, your own disciple, you still want to come and ask me an outsider!" Bai Ya showed a strange look on his face, and his whole body trembled with laughter, "Don't you really know that Rong Cheng is Wu Zhen's third uncle?"

"What?"

"Just now he said that Rongcheng is ......"

"The two of them still have this relationship......

"Heh, this Jingque Peak is almost surnamed Wu!"

Bai Ya's words were like water dripping into a pot of oil, and the martial disciples around the house immediately talked about it, and some of the martial disciples who were usually dissatisfied with the Wu family's disciples were even more sneering.

"Quiet!" Xuan Yuandao's expression had returned to calm and indifferent, but the waves finally rose in his heart.