Chapter 42

In a strange and gloomy hall.

Two rows of experts with deep momentum and expressionless face stood next.

A moment later, a middle-aged man with white hair came with a heavy momentum. He was not angry. At the moment when he came out, all the top experts lowered their heads.

"Meet the patriarch."

"See you, master."

The white haired man, expressionless, slowly sat behind the head treasure, and Ling Li's eyes looked at the next people.

Everyone dared not breathe and leaned lower.

For a long time, the white haired man waved his hand, and the people got up as if relieved. It can be seen that he has absolute authority here.

Unfortunately, now his right arm sleeve is empty.

He is the ancestor of Xuanwu sect, Ning Xuanwu, who duels with the ancestor of Qingshan. And the people who started were all the senior leaders of Xuanwu sect and the personal disciples of Ning Xuanwu.

Since the defeat of Ning Xuanwu, the morale of Xuanwu sect has been low. At the moment, people dare not say anything when they see him.

There was a dead silence.

"How's it going?"

Finally, Ning Xuanwu's dignified eyes swept over, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

When they heard the speech, they were silent.

Seeing this, Ning Xuanwu was angry and shouted, "I ask you, how's the investigation? Who can tell me how the kitchen knife in Lu Qingshan's hand came from?"

"Master, I've caught a disciple of the green mountain sect. Maybe I can get a clue from him." At this time, a hot woman with exposed clothes and double knives came out and said respectfully.

She is demon ling'er, a disciple of Ning Xuanwu. She is gifted and has strong combat power. The most difficult thing to prevent is her hot figure and beauty. Countless enemies who fought with her have been fascinated by her beauty, but once they take it lightly, it is the double-edged death of demon ling'er to meet him.

"Bring it up."

Ning Xuanwu waved.

"Yes."

Demon ling'er swept out of the hall like lightning. When he reappeared, he carried a young man in white robe in his hand.

"Let me go, let me go." The white robed youth shouted defiantly, "do you know who I am and dare to catch me? I'm Yu WuJie, a disciple of the Green Mountain Gate. If you don't let me go, you will suffer a devastating blow from the Green Mountain Gate."

"Pa!"

The demon spirit slapped Wu Jie in the face.

"You, how dare you hit me?"

Yu WuJie was furious. He was so big that no one had ever beaten him. It was a great humiliation.

But he was greeted by another palm of the demon spirit, which made him fly directly on the ground.

He was even more humiliated. When he got up, he wanted to fight back, but he found a white haired man on his head, looking at him indifferently.

"Who are you?" Yu WuJie shouted.

"Ning Xuanwu."

"What?" Yu WuJie was shocked. He never thought that the man in front of him was the ancestor of Xuanwu. Wasn't he caught by Xuanwu sect?

"I ask you, where did Lu Qingshan get that knife?" Gao Linxia, an old Xuanwu ancestral home, asked in a hoarse voice.

"Why should I tell you?" Although he knew it was Ning Xuanwu, Yu WuJie still shouted impolitely.

Ning Xuanwu was very bright and said in a deep voice, "aren't you afraid of me?"

"Why should I be afraid of you? I'm just a defeated general of my ancestors. I advise you to release me quickly, or my ancestors will come with a divine sword and you will be doomed." Yu WuJie shouted menacingly.

"Very good."

The Xuanwu ancestor said softly.

The next moment, the invincible momentum broke out from him, and Yu WuJie on the ground was suddenly sucked into the air.

"I'll ask you again, say it or not." The old Xuanwu ancestor said hoarsely.

"Don't say." Yu WuJie said unyielding.

The Xuanwu ancestor narrowed his eyes and grabbed Yu WuJie's neck. His powerful strength immediately exposed Yu WuJie's green muscles. At the same time, a huge pressure was squeezing Yu WuJie's body.

"Oh, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I said."

Feeling the real death coming, Yu WuJie didn't insist for a moment and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Boom!"

Xuanwu ancestor's palm moved and Yu WuJie fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, they immediately showed disdainful eyes. They thought they were a hard bone, but they were a waste softer than persimmons.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Yu WuJie coughed hurriedly. Seeing that the Xuanwu ancestor was impatient, he quickly said, "I don't know if what I said is accurate, but I got the news from my master that I got it from an expert in Pingjiang city."

"The expert of Pingjiang city?" Xuanwu's father was angry, stepped on Wu Jie's chest and said in a deep voice, "where is there an expert in Pingjiang city?"

"Really, really, I dare not lie to you, and my master said that he opened a small martial arts school in Pingjiang city. It's absolutely true!" Yu WuJie shouted.

"Little martial arts school?"

Seeing that Wu Jie didn't like lying, Xuanwu Laozu loosened him. When he returned to the top, he frowned and meditated.

A moment later, he said in a deep voice: "no dust, go to Pingjiang city to inquire."

"Yes, master."

A thin young man with a sick face came out, then his body flashed and went down the mountain