Shifang Wusheng

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The bells sounded one after another, stirring in the mountains one after another.

Many disciples who were working and disciples who were competing stopped their movements and looked towards the inner courtyard.

Many apprentices and disciples rushed towards the main martial arts arena.

Teams of people and horses were all wearing gray and white Taoist robes with buns tied on their heads, like streams of water flowing into the huge Yanwu Square in the middle.

There were seven people in total at the head of the Seventh Court of the Inner Court, and only five people came at this time.

The leader is Liu Zhenyuan, the first Taoist of Xinyuan.

He had a serious face and sharp eyes, holding a piece of information paper that had just been sent up from the bottom of the mountain in his hand.

The other four people, including the head of Aoba-in, all stood behind him.

In front of all the heads of the hospital, on the high platform of the square, there were two corpses, covered with white cloth, lying quietly on the wooden frame.

Faint bloodstains soaked out from under the white cloth, and there was a slight smell of blood floating in the air.

"Yesterday, the heads of the Jiuzhen Academy and the Qinghu Academy went down the mountain together to track down Su Zhao, but unfortunately they were murdered.

The two were poisoned and killed by the head of the Wandu Sect, Wei He! "Liu Zhenyuan said in a deep voice.

"Now, I have reported this matter to the three main peaks, and in a few days, someone from the main peak will go down the mountain to arrest the Wandu sect Wei He!

Now whoever is willing to go down the mountain with him and chase down the rest of the Wandu Sect can come out! "Liu Zhenyuan shouted loudly.

Hundreds of people in the inner courtyard of the square looked at each other in blank dismay.

Most of them couldn't believe it, and they haven't reacted to what's going on.

The rest of the small group quickly weighed the pros and cons in their minds and dared not speak out.

It is definitely not a good thing for the Wandumen to kill the two heads of the hospital on the spot. As for the descendants of the three main peaks, what level they descended from, and how many people came down, are unknown.

Before the situation is unclear, no one wants to take a position first.

For a while, in the inner courtyard, only Yan Jiuzhen and Song Qinghu's direct disciples stood up and threatened to go down the mountain for revenge.

But these people add up to only a dozen or so people, and their momentum is weak.

The disadvantages of Wushizong's management gradually became apparent at this time.

Everyone only cares about themselves, has indifferent feelings, and doesn't care about other people, and everything is only for themselves to go to the three main peaks.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Liu Zhenyuan's eyes, but he was already used to it.

"Forget it, tomorrow you will go down the mountain together with the masters of the three main peaks. Someone will notify you specifically at that time."

After he finished explaining, he turned around and left in a huff, ignoring everything else.

The corpse was surrounded by people from Jiuzhen Academy and Qinghu Academy, and was carried away from the square by people from the Yan family and the Song family.

Different from the indifference of the rest of Wushizong's Taoists, the crying and heartbroken reactions of the two families are completely in stark contrast.

Watching the two groups of people slowly go away.

The chiefs of the inner courtyard were also silent.

The head of Qingyeyuan slowly walked forward and stood where Yan Jiuzhen's body had just been lying.

She still finds it hard to believe that two heads of the inner court would die at once.

Wushizong is not immune to death, but it is on the General Outer Court and the three main peaks.

The death in the General Outer Court was due to frequent contact and friction with the mountain, and accidental death is also normal.

The reason for the death of the three main peaks is that it is the core of Wushizong, the central core combat force participating in the entire Great Yuan game, and it is not uncommon for dead people to die under the high-level battles of the great powers.

But the dead in the inner court, or the death of two heads of the hospital at one time, the amount is completely different.

Because the inner court governs the internal affairs of Taizhou headquarters.

The death of two heads of the inner court basically means that Wushizong's absolute rule over Taizhou is in trouble.

This represents the shaking of the foundation of Wushizong's rule in Taizhou.

and……

Qingye never imagined that it was Wei He who killed Yan Jiuzhen and Song Qinghu!

"Wei He of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, I remember that he was one of Brother Zheng's disciples before?" Konghe Yuanshou beside her said in a suppressed voice.

The same head of the hospital was suddenly beaten to death in front of his eyes, and he was a person who worked together a few days ago, but now he is separated from man forever. This kind of complicated feeling, the meaning of sorrow for the death of a rabbit, made all the heads of the hospital feel a little anger and panic in their hearts.

Because, this means that since Wei He can kill Yan Jiuzhen and Song Qinghu, he can also kill them.

"yes……"

The head of Qingyeyuan responded softly.

"At the beginning..." She didn't continue, but in her mind, she recalled that when she and Yan Jiuzhen were selecting disciples, they returned Wei He's brand because of their roots.

Who would have thought that things are different now, and they canceled the brand back then, and did not recruit the little disciples under the sect.

Now actually...

"Another exception..." The head of the other courtyard whispered, sighed, and turned to leave.

Chapter 282 Under the Battle of Pursuit

Wushizong doesn't care about geniuses, because all those who can come here are geniuses, but the degree is different.

As the heads of the inner court, the few people present here have missed many geniuses, but few people can make them feel distracted like Wei He.

If Wei He had been included in the entrance wall at the beginning, perhaps it would be a different situation now.

Aoba couldn't hold back the thoughts that arose in her heart.

pity……

She regretted the deaths of both Yan Jiuzhen and Wei He who was about to fall.

The masters of the three main peaks were furious and went down the mountain to hunt, Wei He would never be spared.

"Senior brother... After all these years, you still use another method to make me forget you?" Qingye sighed softly, turned around and left after all.

Unlike the indifference of the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard, the reaction of the three main peaks was faster than expected.

Two hours later.

Two people from Yuya Peak went down the mountain without taking anyone, and went straight to the direction of Wandu Gate in the Heiwu Mountain Range.

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The light and shadow in the dense forest are mottled, and they keep passing by the convoy.

Wei He sat quietly on the last carriage.

The horses in the trailer were not ordinary horses, but semi-exotic horses mixed with special animal blood.

This kind of horse is much stronger and taller than ordinary horses, with amazing endurance, keen senses, and slightly higher IQ than ordinary livestock.

Wei He sat on the side of the carriage with the door open and his legs hanging in mid-air. Hearing what other people in the convoy were saying and children making noise, he couldn't help but sighed.

He felt the rough grain of the wooden slats by his legs.

"Unknowingly, I have also become the most hated type ever."

He is actually an ordinary person who just wants to live an ordinary and quiet life.

It's a pity that even such a simple wish can never be fulfilled.

Every moment, he is making arrangements for various possible threats and dangers.

He also spends a lot of time every day practicing martial arts.There are no holidays, no entertainment activities, very few friends, and some are just hard training, hard training, hard training!

"Master, the frontier is the Jinzhou border. There is a boundary marker." The accompanying guard approached cautiously and whispered.

The guard had just been released from the dungeon. He was poisoned and had lost his temper. Now he was afraid of Wei He.

Or rather, since last night's war.

In the entire Ten Thousand Poison Sect, including the disciples, no one is not afraid of seeing Wei He.

Killing is very simple, but being able to kill so that people are afraid is called skill.

"How long until Weifang City?" Wei He asked casually.

"According to our speed, it will take about a month. We are already very fast, and the speed of all vehicles is at least twice that of the normal convoy." The man replied cautiously.

"As soon as possible." Wei He said simply.

Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly, and with one hand propped up, he jumped off the carriage.

"I'm going to take a break, you guys continue on your way, I'll catch up by myself in a while."

After leaving a few words, he stretched out his movements, raised and lowered a few times, and disappeared into the dense forest in a blink of an eye.

The speed was so fast that the rest of the convoy didn't even notice that Wei He was leaving.

This sect master is too fast, appearing and disappearing from time to time, which is a common occurrence.

Even if someone finds out, they probably won't care.Everyone is used to it.

Wei He drove back for about a mile, then stopped at the side of the road, found a piece of bluestone and sat cross-legged.

From a long distance, he felt that someone was chasing him, and the speed was extremely fast.

After he killed the two directors face to face last night, there were still people who blatantly chased after him, and their identities could be guessed without even thinking about it.

It must be the master of the three main peaks of Wu Shizong.

This time, it was different from the soft egg before.

This time it must be a tough battle.

Wei He adjusted his breathing and adjusted his physical condition.

Before fighting Yan Jiuzhen and the other three, it was impossible to test how strong he was.Because the three of them are like soap bubbles, they will shatter when touched.

But this time, what Wu Shizong must send is Ming Gan.

At this time in March, winter is just over, the leaves in the forest are dark and depressed, and the cold wind is whistling through the gaps, like some kind of musical instrument.

Not long after, Wei He heard two figures rushing over on the official road.

No horseback riding, no car rides, just traveling with legs and feet.

Both of them were dressed in pure white Taoist robes. The robes were different from ordinary Taoist robes. Their arms were changed into short sleeves. Under the sleeves, there were circles of gray and white bandage-like cloth strips.

On the strip of cloth, various Taoist symbols and runes were written and painted in light red handwriting.

From a distance, there is a faint mystery.

Soon, the two also saw Wei He waiting by the side of the road, and quickly stopped.

One of them was tall and thin, the other was short and fat. They looked just like the ordinary Taoist priests they met on the roadside.

But only Wei He could feel the huge fluctuations of blood and strength emanating from their bodies at this moment.

That kind of feeling is like standing on the edge of a high-temperature steel furnace, and you can feel waves of heat rushing towards you at any time.

At this moment, these two people are like two undisguised steelmaking furnaces.

The tall and thin Taoist held a roll of portraits in his hand, unfolded it, and then looked at Wei He.

"Wei He of Wan Poison Family?" He asked sharply.

"Exactly. Who are you two?" Wei He stood up and patted the dust on his robe.

"Song Ting."

"Song Xiange."

The two of them replied in a simple sentence.

"Killing the two chiefs of the inner court to death has strength and courage. Wei Xiaoge, speaking of it, if you and I live in different places, I may not have your courage." Song Ting, a tall and thin old man, said loudly.

"Brother, what are you talking about so much, he has to go back to the mountain as soon as it is resolved, otherwise it will be troublesome when the time comes!" Another person, Song Xiange, said impatiently.

"What's the rush? It's hard to come down here. Things have to be done successfully." Song Ting replied.