Chapter 42： Xuanwuzong's actions

There is a strange, dark hall in all directions.

At the bottom stood two powerful, expressionless masters.

After a while, a middle-aged man with white hair came with a heavy aura. He was not angry and arrogant, and the masters who came out the moment all bowed their heads.

"Meet the Sect Master."

"Meet Master."

The white-haired man was expressionless, and after slowly taking his seat on the upper throne, Ling Li's eyes looked at the lower crowd.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe, and their bodies leaned even lower.

After a long time, the white-haired man waved his hand, and everyone stood up in relief. It could be seen that he had absolute authority here.

It's a pity that now his right arm sleeve is empty.

He was the ancestor of the Xuanwu Sect, Ning Xuanwu, who had a duel with the ancestor of Qingshan. And the people who started are all high-level Xuanwu Sect and Ning Xuanwu's direct disciples.

Since the defeat of Ning Xuanwu, the morale of the Xuanwu sect has been low, and everyone who sees him at this moment is even more afraid to say anything.

A dead silence.

"How's it going?"

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

When the crowd heard the words, they remained silent.

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

"Master, I have caught a direct disciple of Qingshanmen here, maybe I can get a clue from him." At this time, a woman with a hot body, scantily clad, and holding a pair of knives came out and said respectfully.

She is Yao Linger, a direct disciple of Ning Xuanwu. Not to mention her extraordinary talent and strong combat power, the most unavoidable thing is her hot body and beauty. Countless enemies who have fought against her have been fascinated by her beauty. , but once he takes it lightly, he will be greeted by Yao Ling'er's double-edged lore.

"Bring it up."

Ning Xuanwu waved his hand.

"Yes."

Yao Ling'er swept out of the hall like lightning, and when she reappeared, she was holding a white-robed youth in her hand.

"Let go of me, let me go." The white-robed youth shouted rebelliously, "You dare to arrest me if you don't know who I am, but I am Yu Wujie, a direct disciple of Qingshanmen. It will suffer a devastating blow from Qingshanmen."

"Snapped!"

Yao Ling'er slapped Wu Jie's face.

"You, how dare you hit me?"

Yu Wujie was instantly furious. He was so big and no one had ever beat him before, which was a shame.

But what greeted him was Yao Ling'er's palm, which made him fly upside down to the ground.

He was even more humiliated, and when he got up, he wanted to fight back, but found a white-haired man above 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 actually the ancestor of Xuanwu, so wasn't he caught in the Xuanwu sect?

"Let me ask you, where did Lu Qingshan's knife come from?" Xuanwu Patriarch asked in a hoarse voice.

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

Ning Xuanwu raised his eyes and said solemnly, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Why should I be afraid of you, it's just a defeated general of my sect patriarch. I advise you to let me go quickly, or my patriarch will come with a magic sword and you will be doomed." Yu Wujie shouted threateningly. road.

"very good."

Xuanwu Patriarch said lightly.

In the next instant, an invincible aura erupted from him, and Yu Wujie, who was on the ground, was suddenly sucked into the air.

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

"Don't say it." Yu Wujie said uncompromisingly.

The ancestor of Xuanwu narrowed his eyes and grabbed Yu Wujie's neck with a movement of his palm. The powerful force immediately exposed Yu Wujie's blue veins. At the same time, a huge coercion was also squeezing Yu Wujie's body.

"Ah, I was wrong, I was wrong, I said."

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

"boom!"

Ancestor Xuanwu moved his palm, and Yu Wujie fell heavily to the ground.

When everyone saw this, they immediately showed contempt. They thought it was a hard bone, but it was a waste that was softer than a persimmon.

"Cough cough cough."

Yu Wujie coughed hurriedly, seeing that Xuanwu Patriarch was impatient, he quickly said: "I don't know if what I said is accurate or not, but I got news from my master that it was a high school in Pingjiang City. people get it."

"The masters of Pingjiang City?" Xuanwu's ancestor was angry, he stepped on Wujie's chest, and said solemnly: "How can there be masters in Pingjiang City?"

"Really, I dare not lie to you, and my master also said that he opened a small martial arts hall in Pingjiang City, which is absolutely true!" Yu Wujie shouted.

"Little Martial Arts Hall?"

Ancestor Xuanwu saw that Wu Jie didn't seem to be lying, so he let go of him. After returning to the top, he frowned and pondered.

After a while, he said solemnly: "Wuchen, go to Pingjiang City to inquire."

"Yes, Master."

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