The group of Dragon and Tiger Peak is violent, each of them is magnificent, full of qi and blood, like the division of tigers and wolves descending here, giving people a faint depression. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ye Qingguan was carrying an old broom, and he swept the ground for a while, extremely calm.

"A disciple who has just started can also dare to teach his senior brother, let me teach you how to respect your teacher!" One of the disciples of Dragon and Tiger Peak walked out, wearing a Taoist robe, but it was embroidered with the posture of a dragon and tiger, and his momentum was extraordinary, and he walked towards Ye Qingguan step by step, full of a sense of oppression.

Nine steps to the front, the man's big hand slammed down, and the unusually vigorous qi and blood were burning like a big furnace, making Ye Qingguan feel the slightest scorching.

Looking at the big hand that fell, Ye Qingguan was expressionless, and the broom in his hand was gently swept out, and for a while the dust was flying, the dead leaves were chaotic, and a gust of wind donated it, it was as cold as a knife, and it made a whistling sound.

The disciples of Dragon and Tiger Peak finally changed their faces, and with this subsequent blow, they had such a might, and at a glance, they had cultivated their inner family to the extreme, and their internal strength was extremely deep.

And the disciple of the Dragon and Tiger Peak who did it was still not afraid, his big hand fell, the majestic internal force surged, and the palm of his hand gushed vigorously, as if he could open the mountain and crack the stone, shattering the oncoming wind, but the sleeve was scratched, and it hung on his arm one by one, which was slightly funny.

"I am the eldest disciple of Wudang Mountain, and in terms of status, I am the same as the eldest disciple of other peaks, what kind of thing are you, and you dare to come and teach me to respect my teacher?" Ye Qingguan looked at them lightly, there was not the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, these people were too far behind the eight Xuanjian.

"The eldest disciple of Wudang Mountain, self-proclaimed, there are only a few thousands of disciples in Tiandao Mountain, who will recognize your identity?" one of the disciples of Dragon Tiger Peak sneered, full of mockery.

"This is what my master said, what, doubt my master's words?" Ye Qingguan unceremoniously put gold on his face, the old Taoist priest looked very powerful, and even the old man who watered the vegetables was a little jealous when he got angry, and hugged his thighs, yes.

Several disciples of Dragon Tiger Peak were stunned, but they didn't speak, but the sneer and disdain on their faces were clearly written.

In their hearts, Wudang Mountain is no longer the Three Hundred Divine Peaks of Tiandao Mountain, it is a forgotten place.

"You hurt my disciple of Dragon and Tiger Peak, you should give an explanation. The disciple at the head spoke up, he looked like he was only twenty-three or four-year-old, his thick eyebrows were as thick as ink, and his eyes were bright, just standing there, people could feel the fluctuations of qi and blood in his body, and the whole person was like an oven, refining all things in heaven and earth.

"What do you want to say? They are cheap, and they didn't let them lack arms and legs, which is already my big brother's generosity. Ye Qingguan didn't feel the slightest pressure like a nobody.

"My disciple of Dragon and Tiger Peak, it's not your turn to teach a lesson! If you kneel down and kowtow to apologize now, this matter will be revealed. The man in the lead looked down at him, as if he were saying something that could be simplest.

And all the juniors and disciples behind him also echoed at this time.

"Yes, kneel down and apologize, we will spare you, otherwise we will let you know how powerful I am in Dragon Tiger Peak!"

"Quick! Kneel down and kowtow and apologize!"

"Get out of here!"

The scolding and insults continued to enter Ye Qingguan's ears, making Ye Qingguan's eyes slowly narrow, and those who were familiar with him knew that this was a sign of his murderous intentions.

"Sure enough, it's a bunch of the cheapest, and it looks like we should teach you a lesson. Ye Qingguan carried a broom and walked towards them step by step, his eyes became indifferent but deep, in this world, except for the dead thirteenth uncle, he had never knelt down to anyone.

What a damn bunch!

"Do you dare to do it?!" Seeing Ye Qingguan coming over casually, a disciple was furious, and with a sonorous sound of the long sword out of the sheath, he stabbed at Ye Qingguan.

Ye Qingguan's eyes were cold, his slender and slender fingers stretched out, and between the electric light and flint, he sandwiched the stabbing long sword between his fingers, and lifted the broom with his other hand, and a gust of wind swept through, and a whistling like a knife fell on his face, and suddenly there was blood red, and blood dripped down.

"Senior Brother Zhang?"

"Senior Brother Zhang?"

The disciples of Dragon Tiger Peak were shocked, seeing that the junior disciple in the door was so humiliated, and slapped a broom in the face, which was more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Damn, kill this bastard!"

"Dare to provoke our disciples of Dragon and Tiger Peak, look for death!"

A reprimand sounded, and as the sound of the sword sounded, a snow-white sword light flashed, and seven or eight disciples drew their swords at the same time and killed Ye Qingguan.

Ye Qingguan snorted lightly, pointed at the Dragon Tiger Peak disciple in front of him, threw him aside like garbage, looked at the few people who rushed over, and swept the broom in his hand casually.

Laugh at!

A sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, obviously it was just a broom, but at this time, there was a sword aura, it was a sword drawing style, and Ye Qingguan took the broom out, and a bright sword light flew by, slashing towards several disciples.

Several disciples were shocked in their hearts, they could emit sword qi without holding a sword in their hands, which was already a sign of practicing swordsmanship to an extremely high level, they didn't expect that this hairy boy on Wudang Mountain would have such a profound kendo cultivation.

But they were not afraid, seven people formed a formation, the sword qi was intertwined, and two majestic sword lights flew out, one was like a long dragon dancing for nine days, and the other was like a tiger roaring down the mountain, the dragon and tiger intersected, deriving a mighty power, disintegrating Ye Qingguan's sword.

Ye Qingguan sneered, he had seen such a formation when he was in Changbai Mountain, and the people who set up the formation at that time were much stronger than the disciples in front of him.

He spotted the formation, and as soon as he stepped out, he was in front of a disciple, and the broom in his hand whipped with a knife-like wind.

The disciple's face changed, and he almost scolded his mother, where the hell did this rammer come from, he actually rushed over with a broom, and it was good to take an axe.

That disciple couldn't retreat, but the other six disciples killed at the same time, and the Dao Sword Light blocked all around Ye Qingguan.

Ye Qingguan's eyes flashed, the broom in his hand was rounded, and the sand and rocks suddenly flew here, rolling up the yellow leaves all over the ground, like a tornado, causing their swords to deviate from the direction.

Ye Qingguan took advantage of this opportunity, the broom in his hand was beaten out, and it was pumped on the faces of the disciples one by one, and suddenly there was a blood red, blood, the pain is secondary, and the psychological shame is the biggest pain!

In the blink of an eye, the seven disciples lay down, and their heads were like pig's heads being pumped by Ye Qingguan, red and swollen, indescribably embarrassed and funny.

"Dare to touch my disciple of Dragon and Tiger Peak, you won't have a good time!" a disciple shouted, two front teeth were missing from the door, making him a little leaky when he spoke.

Ye Qingguan's face was expressionless, and he pulled down a broom, directly making him faint, most of whom were angry.