"Dang Dang~!"

The sound is long and far-reaching, resounding through the sky, like a bell and a bell, shaking the eardrums, as if an ancient scene is reappearing.

Ning Tao listened to this long-lasting bell, his face was surprised, his brows were furrowed, he didn't know what was going on?

Miao Jingjing looked wary. After all, it was easy to encounter danger in other places. Before coming, the mistress had given many warnings and instructions to ensure the safety of the witch master.

However, the expressions of Master Wuyan, Qingyang and others changed. This was the bell that Wudang summoned to summon all the disciples. It had not been rung for many years, but how could it be rung for no reason today?

"Could it be that... there is really an enemy coming?"

Ning Tao also seemed to think of something in his confusion. Could it be that the White Lotus Sect was invading, and Qing Emperor and others summoned masters to make a comeback and directly attack the Wudang Sect?

The more I thought about it, the more likely it became that I had killed one of the eight Dharma Kings of the White Lotus Sect after all. The White Lotus Sect would definitely be angry, and even if they were to fight, it would not be hard to believe.

Suddenly, there was a sneer in his heart. He had brought a maid with him this time, so he had to show off and impress the whole audience. With a snap of his fingers, he could make those people disappear into ashes.

Qingyang suddenly realized something, and hurriedly went to Ningtao with Wu Hailin, hoping to get him to go to the main hall together.

At this moment, the voice of the senior sister also came, weak and feeble, "Junior brother, just let them go, be careful."

When Ning Tao heard this, he hesitated for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "Senior sister, please wait for me for a while, I will go and come back."

After saying that, he was about to turn around and leave with Senior Brother Qingyang. However, before taking a few steps, his steps suddenly stopped again.

His brows were furrowed, with an anxious look on his face, and he felt panicked in his heart, as if he had a feeling of reluctance.

Ever since he came here, something felt wrong all over his body, but he didn't know why. Now that he was about to leave, the feeling was even stronger, as if it was an inner call, a strong request for him.

When Qingyang and others were worried, Ning Tao suddenly turned around and walked towards the bamboo house again with a very firm attitude.

Seeing this scene, Senior Brother Qingyang turned pale, while Master Wuyan was shocked and felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Is it still... unavoidable?"

The senior sister in the bamboo house had been crying for a long time, and she had been trying to hold it back, holding the child tightly in her jade arms.

In my ears, it seemed that only the sound of footsteps was left!

However, just when several people were trembling, Ning Tao stopped at the door of the bamboo house and did not open the door.

He took out something, which was a gold ball larger than his fist, and in it was a graceful stone insect, which he had won from the treasure appraisal competition... Lingpo!

"This substance has medicinal properties, and the stone worms in it are very mild medicinal properties. They have become extinct in this era. If you give this to senior sister to make medicine and take it, she will get better faster."

Ning Tao handed it to Master Wu Yan as he spoke. He looked at the door in front of him, but it seemed to be a world away.

The cry in his heart was so strong that Ning Tao couldn't help but feel irritated, suppressed it forcefully, and then left resolutely.

Miao Jingjing took Ning Tao one step ahead, stepped into the air, and flew over, leaving the three of them staring blankly.

At that moment, three nervous hearts were about to jump out, for fear that he would push open the door.

After Master Wuyan stabilized his mind, he looked slightly happy. With this thing, his disciple's body should be able to recover.

In the bamboo house, Ye Wanqing collapsed on the ground, closing her eyes in grief, her heart feeling like an overturned five-flavor bottle.

At this moment, she felt warm in her heart, but when she saw the sleeping child, the sadness was brought out again.

The ringing of the bells had long since dissipated, and many people gathered in the main hall of Wudang, many of whom were unfamiliar faces. Almost all Wudang disciples came together, and it seemed that they were confronting each other.

The person sitting at the top is none other than the head of Ziyang, and behind him there is an old man with white eyebrows, who is Master Wuwu.

The atmosphere in the main hall was obviously not right, there was a heavy sense of depression, but there was no raging war as imagined.

In the center of the hall, two people were fighting fiercely. One of them was a Wudang disciple, but he was at a disadvantage.

Another man held a green pine sword and shouted angrily. A set of sword skills dazzled and shocked the eyes.

The Wudang disciple was so blinded that he couldn't tell the truth from the false, so he attacked blindly, and for a while, he consumed a lot of money.

At a certain moment, the man let out a joking laugh, which seemed to be mocking or sarcastic. His swordsmanship suddenly became fierce, and his moves were murderous and ruthless.

The Wudang disciple retreated continuously, his face was gloomy, his chest was rising and falling violently, and there was a ball of anger that had long been suppressed in his chest.

Finally, at a certain moment, he couldn't stand it anymore, gave up his defense, and tried his best, but he played right into the opponent's hands.

The man used his sword skills as bait, but suddenly kicked out the Wudang disciple's chest with full force.

"puff!"

The Wudang disciple was injured, vomited blood and retreated violently. His face turned pale and he staggered, but he gritted his teeth and refused to fall.

Seeing this, Head Ziyang and other disciples had a sinister look on their brows, their eyes widened with anger, and murderous intent filled the air.

When the man saw that he was not falling, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously, and suddenly stepped on it with the sole of his foot, and a bit of cold light pierced his throat.

When Ziyang saw this scene, he clenched his fists, his face turned black, and he suppressed the urge to take action.

When the Wudang disciple saw this, a look of determination appeared in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and refused to give up. This was his Wudang spirit. Even if he died, he would die with honor.

Suddenly, an angry shout came from outside the main hall, "He Fang Xiaoxiao, how dare you come to my Wudang to act wild, you are really... wanton!"

When the words came, people also arrived, and all they could see was a golden light coming through the sky, like a brilliant golden spear piercing straight through.

When the man saw this, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly used his sword skills to create countless sharp sword lights, which were airtight, like a sword net.

However, this seemingly gorgeous and shocking sword net was pierced by the brilliant golden spear without any resistance.

Perhaps he was afraid that the attack would be too heavy and the golden light would dissipate, but an iron fist hit him and knocked him away.

"thump!"

This voice was very loud in the silent hall, and hundreds of eyes looked at it at the same time, with an oppressive force.

After seeing the person clearly, all the Wudang disciples were surprised, but those unfamiliar faces were as black as coal.

Ning Tao raised his head and saw this scene at a glance. His face couldn't help but froze, showing suspicion. This scene... seemed to be different from what he thought...

Suddenly, among those unfamiliar faces, a terrifying old man stood out, his face turned black and his eyes were like swords.

He said in a cold voice: "Master Ziyang, are you Wudang so unruly? Will a third party intervene in the fight? Do you want me, a Huashan disciple, to handle it for you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man in Taoist robes stood out from the unfamiliar face on the other side, with no white beard on his face and a strong breath.

I saw him scolding: "Master Ziyang, this is your fault in Wudang. Your disciples are not strong enough and don't have the rules. Why don't you let me, a disciple from Kongtong, teach you."

Two voices came out one after another, but they were aimed at each other. It was very obvious that his disciples were also laughing at him.
Chapter completed!