Among the four great saint-level powerhouses, two great saint-level powerhouses and two full saint-level powerhouses were arranged to ask you to get into the trap when the holy land of Duanfeng Mountain was opened, so as to surround and kill Ye Wusheng.

Unexpectedly, Ye Wusheng took it over and was unable to defeat the joint efforts of these four saint-level powerful men. His fighting spirit and belief were still implemented in this world!

Outside the Duanfeng Mountain, to the north.

When the four saint-level powerful men including the old man Black Turban evacuated, Xuanyuan Taiyue, who was intercepting and killing Master Kuzhu, also felt something. He was unwilling to accept it, but he could only speak: "Master Kuzhu is really profound in Buddhism. In the future, all the opportunities will be given to Master Kuzhu again!"

As he said that, Xuanyuan Taiyue's fist stance contained the power of the boundless saint forced Master Kuzhu back, and then his figure flashed and he quickly withdrew.

Master Kuzhu did not pursue him. In fact, he was already injured. The blue monk's robe was stained with large pieces of blood.

Master Kuzhu is at the peak of the Holy Realm. He can only be said to be the martial arts realm of a half-step saint. He is still a certain gap from a true saint like Xuanyuan Taiyue, so he is not a match for Xuanyuan Taiyue.

"Amitabha!"

Master Kuzhu chanted it, and a hint of joy and joy appeared on his face.

He knew that his uncle had to withstand this time the killing disaster.

Duanfeng Mountain, the battlefield of the short peak to the south.

An old man with pale temples appeared, and he looked dimly old, and his wrinkled face showed a kind of waxy yellow color. His old hands were holding an ancient compass, and after appearing here, his eyes looked towards the direction where Old Man Ye was standing.

Almost at the same time, another figure appeared. This was also an old man in his seventies or eighties. His eyebrows were white, his eyes were open and closed, but there was a momentum of no anger. He exuded a powerful holy power like a vast ocean. This was the most powerful holy power at the level of the Great Saint Realm!

When Old Man Ye saw the two of them appear, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Old Man Ji, Old Man Bai, you two old guys are here too."

The two old men who appeared were famous in the ancient martial arts world. The pale old man holding a compass was Ji Wendao, the senior leader of the Ji family, and it was Ji Zhitian's grandfather.

As for the old man who exudes the power of the Great Saint Realm, he is even bigger. He is the old man of the Bai family, Baihetu, and Bai Xian'er's grandfather.

In the ancient martial arts world, although the Bai family rarely participated in the struggle for power and always remained indifferent to fame and fortune, no one dared to underestimate the Bai family. The big reason is the powerful deterrence of the Baihetu.

The existence of a great holy realm is the strongest and most direct deterrent.

After hearing this, Bai Hetu said with a smile, "Old Man Ye, you are so majestic. You are alone in blocking the four saints. This years has caused people to grow old. I haven't seen you for decades. Look at how dirty you are, Old Man Ye? It has nothing to do with your handsome and elegant image back then."

To put it bluntly, Old Man Ye’s current image is just a sloppy old man, and he lacks two front teeth, which makes him look even more vulgar.

On the other hand, even if you are no longer young, you still have a handsome demeanor. You can tell that a person like Baihetu is a master at just one's eyes.

Old Man Ye was upset when he heard this and said in a arrogant tone: "Old Man Bai, when did I ever be cowardly? No matter when I was young or now, I will never be at all humble when it is time to be powerful. I am old, so what? Believe it or not, let's go to the ancient martial arts world to see if the beauties of our generation were glaring at you or following me to the death?"

Baihetu waved his hand quickly and said, "It's all seventy and eighty years old. You don't feel embarrassed. I can't even take off my old face."

Ji asked, but laughed and said, "I agree if this is the case. At that time, the old grandmother and other people in the eyes of the younger generation will rush out in awe, and there will be some great grandsons and grandchildren following behind them. The situation will definitely be spectacular."

"Old man Ji, I don't have the same face as Old Man Ye, so let's forget about this." Bai Hetu smiled, walked to Old Man Ye and said, "Old man Ye, are you okay?"

Old Man Ye snorted and said, "Do you think I'm having something wrong?"

As he said that, Old Man Ye took out the wine pot and shook it for a while. He left the wine. He looked at Baihetu and asked, "Old Man Bai, do you have any wine?"

"I know you're good at this, so I specially brought you a pot of wine." Bai Hetu smiled and took out a pot of wine.

"Is this the Bai family's snow wine?" Old Man Ye's turbid old eyes immediately lit up.

"And it's snow wine that has been stored for more than fifty years." Baihetu said with a smile.

"The one who knows me is Old Man Bai." Old Man Ye laughed and reached out to receive the wine.

Baihetu didn't stop him and said, "Drinking is OK, but at your age, don't hold on."

As he said that, Bai Hetu slapped Old Man Ye's back with a palm.

In the palm, there was a pure and gentle holy power. This holy power poured into Old Man Ye's body, constantly dissolving some of the hidden wounds and blood in his body, and finally-

"Wow--"

Old Man Ye couldn't help but open his mouth and coughed up a heavy mouthful of blood.

"How does it feel? Is it more comfortable?" Bai Hetu said with a smile.

Ji Wen asked, and said, "I have to suffer from face. I will not vomit this mouthful of blood. Old Man Ye, you are not afraid of choking when drinking this wine? Even if I go to Old Man Bai to ask for some, this stingy old man may not be willing to give it to you. If you want to waste this wine, I will be anxious about you."

After spitting out the blood, Old Man Ye's complexion obviously improved. He smiled and said, "Old Man Ji, don't worry, this wine cannot be ruined."

As he said that, Old Man Ye started drinking at the wine pot.

After seeing this, Ji Wendao quickly reached out to grab the wine pot and said, "You old man, drink less? Leave some for me."

Ji asked as he snatched the wine pot, and took two big sips of it, then handed the wine pot to Baihetu.

Baihetu also took a sip, and the three old friends looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Finally, Baihetu's eyes flashed with a gleam and he asked, "Old Man Ye, who are the four holy-level figures who are the siege and kill you this time?"

Old Man Ye sneered and said, "Who else can you? Isn't it the three immortals of the Xuanyuan family? However, there is only one person who was dispatched this time, whether it is Xuanyuan Taiyue or Xuanyuan Taiding. There is also Wuya, an old monster of the Demon Sect in the Holy Land of Heaven. In addition, there is a powerful man in the Great Saint Realm. I have never seen this person before. Judging from his martial arts, it is suspected that he comes from the Witch Clan."

"What? The Witch Clan lineage?"
Chapter completed!