Chapter 250: Wu Zong Next

Chapter 250:

In the Duntian Pool, the voices were boiling, and thousands of people were stationed enough. They surrounded one place into a ball. Everyone looked at it. Everyone showed a trace of excitement on their faces, and many people whispered and talked excitedly.

Wu Pengwei threw those people into a ball and clapped their palms. Suddenly, he felt it in his heart and looked up, but saw more than a dozen people flying down this way in the sky.

These more than a dozen people are like a cloud, forming a red fog all over their bodies. Under the cover, it is difficult to see the faces of the people inside.

"Hey hey, the old man is here. I don't know if he still recognizes us!"

Wu Pengwei's ears moved slightly, and he heard the Flying Tiger Elder sneer not far away. His heart moved and secretly said, "Are the three elders actually related to this Wuzong?"

At this moment, I heard the elder drum lion laugh and said, "Your ears work well. How dare you eavesdrop after such a long distance!"

When Wu Pengwei heard the words, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He laughed dryly and didn't say anything. He looked up and only heard the people around him shouting, "Wu Longzi Wulong is here. Hey hey, Wu Longzi has the most grumpy temper. This is a good show!"

I don't know who shouted in the crowd. Wu Pengwei raised his eyes and looked, but saw a man dressed as a middle-aged Confucian in the red cloud. He looked elegant. Looking up, there was a trace of fierce color in his eyes, and a faint blood red.

"Well, who dares to make trouble in my Wuzong Duntianchi? I'm impatient. I'll catch it!"

A violent shout made Wu Pengwei's impression of him suddenly change greatly. There was such a grumpy personality under the face of this Confucian.

Wu Pengwei did not move, but he saw that more than ten people behind the witch dragons were lined up in two teams. At the same time, he rushed over and raised both swords in his hand, which was obviously going to take them down.

Thunder shouted angrily and wanted to do it, but was stopped by Wu Pengwei.

"Ha ha, Wu Longzi, dare to take my disciple, you are really getting bolder and bolder!"

The flying tiger elder laughed and walked out of it.

Only then did the Wulong Shangren find that the three flying tiger elders changed their faces slightly. They immediately laughed and rushed over excitedly. They hugged the flying tiger elders and shouted, "It turned out that you led the team here, and I dumped these bastards of the Beast Soul Sect so boldly. Hey hey, you, it's been 6,000 years old. Go, how dare you be so bold."

The elder Flying Tiger laughed and said, "Filleg thousand years, is it a long time?"

"It's not long, you're going to be too old, it's not long!"

Wu Pengwei smiled faintly. Looking at the two people who were hugged together, he was secretly surprised: "Eight sects, ordinary exchanges, how do you know the flying tiger elder and this witch dragon master?"

Or he understood Wu Pengwei's doubts, and Hu Xuan said, "When Elder Feihu was young, he also stayed here. However, he caused a conflict with one person here. The two sides fought and were led by Wulong. The Shangren found that Wulong Shangren was going to capture the Feihu Elder back, but he was forced by the words of Elder Feihu. Fang gambled and fought. If the Flying Tiger Elder lost, he would go back with the Wulong superior and dispose of it. If the Flying Tiger Elder won, the Wulong superior could no longer care about his affairs and let him leave here. As a result, the two sides ended up in a draw. Under the drama, the two suddenly had a good impression and became friends, and the Wulong superiors did not want to chase him again. The elder was responsible, but the elder insisted on going back with him and be punished by his sect. In the end, the flying tiger elder sneaked into the witch sect. After the suzerain learned about it, he let him go without further investigation.

When Wu Pengwei heard the words, he suddenly felt that the Flying Tiger Elder and Wu Zong still had such a relationship.

"Ha ha, Wulong Shangren, you are so bold now that you can catch my disciple."

Wulong Shangren laughed when he heard the words and waved his hand and said, "It's just a small thing. It's just a way to catch them in front of them, and they will naturally be released later. It's not the brother's final say in this acre of Duntianchi."

Under the words, he did not shy away from the selfish intention at all: "At a glance, I knew that it was Haoranzong's group of puppies who didn't listen to the lesson. They all took them down for me, locked the power of qi and blood, locked them in the ice dungeon, took half a month, and then let them go."

The witch dragons looked at more than a dozen Haoran disciples in the crowd and waved their hands impatiently. Immediately, more than a dozen disciples sealed them to death and took them down.

Those Haoran disciples were already affected by Wu Pengwei's qi and blood, and it was difficult to release them. It was even difficult to say anything. Seeing that the disciples of Wuzong came, they had no resistance at all. That's why they were taken away. Half a month later, the Godhood Conference had long been delayed.

Wulong's eyes fell on Wu Pengwei's face and said with a smile, "If I guess correctly, you are Wu Pengwei."

"It's the junior who has met the superior!"

Wu Pengwei strode out and stood in front of the Wulong superiors, treating each other with the power of the younger generation.

"Haha, no, you have such magical power. Although you worship under the Beast Spirit Sect, sooner or later you will become the elder of the sect and make friends with me. It's better to change your name now and call me Wulongzi or Wulong Shangren."

"The younger generation dare not!"

At this moment, listening to a roar in the distance, accompanied by a few screams, several figures flew up to the sky and fell in front of everyone. It turned out to be the few disciples of the witch sect who had just left.

"Who is so bold and dares to make trouble in my Wuzong Duntian Pool? I'm impatient!"

When Wulong Shangren saw this situation, his face couldn't help but change. Unexpectedly, someone dared to beat his disciples here and lose his face. In a word, he was already full of anger. If he hadn't seen that the magic power of the man who took action was no longer under him, he was afraid that he would immediately take action to capture him.

"Haoran Zong Mo Li has met the Wulong Shangren!"

A plain voice came from a distance, but I saw that the old man in a white robe led the ten Haoran disciples to return again, and his eyes were cold and fell on Wu Pengwei.

"The elder, that's the boy."

A Haoran disciple behind Mo Li's superior pointed to Wu Pengwei angrily and shouted.

"Ha ha, hit the little one, attract the old, hey hey, when these juniors fight and use the old one to get ahead, it's really useless!"

The elders of the drum lion smiled and looked contemptuously. Obviously, there was no one under the Haoran sect, and the battle between the younger generation actually needed them to be the elders to solve.

Mo Li was not angry and said with a smile, "It turned out to be the drum lion elder. Hey hey, these juniors naturally don't need us to fight, but someone is too biased, so I have to stand up."

Mo Li's superior man smiled and said to the Wulong superior beside him, "Wu Longzi, just fought. It was Haoran Sect and the Beast Soul Sect at the same time. Why did you only take me, Haoran Sect, but let go of the children of the Beast Sect? It's so biased. I can't say it. I'm going to argue with your suzerain.

"Ha ha, if it's a theory, I'd like to argue with you first. Your disciples scold me for no one, so what do you explain? As the saying goes, people fight for a breath, and the Buddha fight for a witch. Can you scold, so we can't fight? After being beaten, he shouted grievances. Hey hey, if you have a mouth and no hands, is it your Haoran's magic power?

Mo Li's face changed slightly. He secretly scolded several disciples in his heart that he had no hands and eyes, but said, "Several disciples under the door have no eyes. If you don't see the three superiors here, they should be punished, but Wuzong is so generous and despise each other, which is cold-hearted."

Wulong Shangren snorted coldly: "I just don't like your Haoranzong, but what?"

Mo Li's eyes flashed and he sneered, "Wu Longzi, do you Wuzong want to fight against my Haoranzong?"

Looking at this scene, Wu Long's superiors seemed to have no talent for words. He was forced by Wu Long's superiors again and again. Unexpectedly, he was going to be caught by Mo Li's superiors. His heart moved and sneered: "Is Wuzong against you Haoran Sect or Haoran Sect against the people of the world, but the superiors speak well. Take a look at it. To this day, do you still think that you are Haoran Sect a few years ago? The infinite three sects of disaster and chaos the world of gods, the delusional scepter is added, and the eight sects are ordered. I still remember that what was said in Taiyuan Xingchen Haoran Sect that what can be seen through by the people of the world? And the battle of Maha Sect is even more delusional to use the bodhi tree to make a great article to destroy the world. But there is such a thing!?"

Wu Pengwei's eyes were awe-inspiring, and he stepped on a step and shouted coldly, "Such a despicable sect, for the sake of his own selfish desires, he not only does not pay attention to the scattered cultivation of the world, but also how can he pay attention to other sects? The ten-thousand-year arrangement almost destroyed Mahazong. Hey hey, at this moment, it is said that others are against you. Do you want us to lead the neck to wait?

Wu Pengwei's eyes were full of light, and his body was magnificent. He took a step again and shouted harshly, "Mo Li's superiors really don't like your three styles. Not only Mo Li's superiors, but also the world's scattered cultivation. Who has ever been used to your style? Is it that if you don't like your style, it's Haoran Sect? Yes, are you going to suffer slaughter?"

Wu Pengwei's words immediately pushed Haoranzong to the opposite side of the world's scattered cultivation. His words were fierce, like explosive beans, and he did not give Mo Li a chance to refute at all. After saying that, Wu Pengwei looked around and said indifferently, "Now, the infinite three sects, and I want to use the God Conference to use this to establish power and win over those who have nothing. Knowing Sanxiu, at the beginning, Mahazong failed to kill the world's Sanxiu. Instead, he was seen through the conspiracy. Now he has another plan. In this way, he can't treat the world's Sanxiu as an idiot. Hey hey, such a sect can be regarded as joining it, and he will inevitably be abused for no reason.

Mo Li's superiors blamed Wu Pengwei, and his face couldn't help but change greatly. He shouted, "Oh no, this boy is so speakable. This words not only solves the danger of Wulong Shangren, but also pushes my Haoranzong to the opposite side of Sanxiu. It's terrible!"

Mo Li looked at the superiors, but when he saw that there were many scattered cultivations around him, he was already unhappy, and more indignant. Obviously, he was greatly indignant at their style.

"Ky, don't talk nonsense. What I do in the sect is well-founded. How can the battle of the sect be scattered in the world?"

Don't leave the superiors to explain in a hurry.

"Hey hey, it really can't be turned into a talk, but your actions have involved a lot of Sanxiu. Nine years ago, Mahazong fought against Sanxiu. Although the final conspiracy was broken, there are no less than 300 Sanxiu who died in a reckless disaster. If you can bring these 300 Sanxiu to life, I will admit that I What if it's nonsense?"

Wu Pengwei scolded and sneered.

Among the scattered cultivations around, there are many people who have participated in the Mahazong Taoism Competition. At this moment, when I heard Wu Pengwei talking about it, I only felt extremely indignant.

The so-called scattered cultivation, although he pays more attention to the change of these sects, but rarely participates in them. However, the infinite three sects classify them as aliens, forcing them to either surrender or die. In this way, how can they not be hated? At this moment, some people can no longer stand it and scolded loudly: "Haoran Zong's bastards, you are thinking about it. Can't you treat us all as fools and idiots?

"That is, it's shameless to do what you do, but completely push this kind of thing to others!"

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All kinds of voices sounded from around, and Mo Li's superior's face changed again and again. He stared at Wu Pengwei coldly and couldn't wait to kill him immediately to dispel his hatred. However, at this time, he heard an extremely untimely voice in the crowd coming into everyone's ears.

"Hey hey, it's really a good speech. It's good, it's good, it's good."

In the crowd, but when he saw a person coming out in the crowd, he sneered with disdain and said, "Are you Wu Pengwei!?"

Wu Pengwei narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man in front of him. At a glance, he felt that his body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of strange power, and he could not see through it. However, with the contact of qi and blood, he could also guess the strength of the person in front of him. At the peak of the realm of the prince, it was only a line away from the emperor.

"Not bad!"

Wu Pengwei said indifferently, "Are you... Haoran Zonglong's soul!?"

"Hey hey, that's right, I didn't expect that you and I met in advance, Wu Pengwei, since the Supreme Supreme Supreme has arranged this, why don't you and I fight in advance and determine life and death in the war. At the same time, let's see whether you are talking about justice or hypocrisy?"

Long Yin's soul's eyes were cold, and between his words, a fierce fighting spirit broke out, pointing straight to Wu Pengwei ten feet away.

"If Mo Li is willing to let you fight with me, I will naturally be happy to accompany you!"

Wu Pengwei sneered and looked at Mo Li, who was a little anxious, and sneered indifferently.

"Soul, I can't do it. It's not the time for the god conference now. It's meaningless to fight with him!"

Mo Li Shangren persuaded anxiously, but Long Yinhun was completely ungrateful and said proudly, "Sooner or later there will be a war between me and him. Elder, don't persuade me, Wu Pengwei, go to war!"

With that, he pointed his finger and rushed out to the sky.