Yang Ba and Xu Chu arrived, and those who wanted to kill the white-haired witch began to suffer.
Yang Ba was the first saint to pass the selection of the Yang family. His fighting ability was astonishing. Even the top saints were no match for him. He killed two of the saints who surrounded the white-haired witch with one strike of his axe.
Xu Chu's strength is also astonishing. The power of a tiger is shocking, and it is really incomparable to ordinary people.
They mainly wanted to save the white-haired witch and didn't care about Bei Minghong's life or death.
Bei Minghong had been seriously injured and taken down by the opponent, Xu Chu was just pretending to save him.
The top saint shouted with heartfelt emotion: "Give me back to you."
The next moment, he smashed Bei Minghong's head and threw his body back to Xu Chu.
The corpse did not come close to Xu Chu, but the evil spirit of the tiger corrupted the corpse.
"Want to escape? It's not that easy." Xu Chu didn't want to save people, but that didn't mean he didn't want to kill people. He shouted in surprise and jumped out like a tiger.
The hungry tiger pounces.
Xu Chu's speed surged, and he covered a distance of several miles in an instant and caught up with the top saint. His fists slammed into the back of the top saint who was caught off guard.
puff!
Xu Chu, like Yang Ba, followed a fierce fighting route. He crushed down with his fists and overlapped the evil energy, breaking through the defense of the top saint and seriously injuring the top saint.
"So fast!" The top saint almost fainted from the pain. He ran away so fast that he couldn't even compare to the latter. He raised his knife and cut back to save himself without hesitation. His blade did not touch Xu Chu. , then Xu Chu grabbed his arm and tore it off directly.
ah!
The top saint screamed, he was completely desperate, the opponent was much stronger than him.
The top saint couldn't escape and was knocked unconscious by Xu Chu.
"If the clan leader didn't need to live, I would have killed you now." Xu Chu said with an evil spirit all over his body.
Over the years, with the resources provided by Yang Wu, he has become a strong man who can stand alone.
So far, he has not participated in the ring selection. He is eager to meet a stronger opponent and it will not be too late to compete again.
The battle on Yang Ba's side was also over.
After he rescued the white-haired witch, he didn't deal with the escapees anymore. It was not necessary for him.
"Senior brother..." the white-haired witch cried sadly.
"It's because we're late." Yang Ba said calmly.
"Did the young master call you here?" the white-haired witch asked.
"Yeah." Yang Ba responded lightly.
The white-haired witch didn't speak anymore. She silently collected Beiminghong's relics, and then followed Yang Ba and Xu Chu back to the Yang family's residence.
Just when the white-haired witch was going to see Yang Wu, Yang Ba said, "You don't have to go to the clan leader. He needs to be repaired during this period."
After a pause, he added: "He asked me to send you a message. When you figure it out, you can go find him again."
The white-haired witch stiffened for a moment, but without saying anything, she turned and returned to her residence.
After the white-haired witch left, Yang Ba and Xu Chu took the hostages to see Yang Wu.
"Are you okay?" Yang Wu asked them.
"It's no big deal." Yang Ba responded.
"Did you say anything?"
"No."
"Well, let her go. If she doesn't understand, let her go." Yang Wu said with a complicated mood.
Letting Bei Minghong die was a last resort. He had no obligation to protect an outsider saint, and he didn't want to cause the Yang family to suffer because of him.
The white-haired witch has pledged her allegiance to him, and it's time to make a break.
If she can't let go, he can only let her return to the outside world. If she can let go, he can accept her fate and end everything in the past.
"How to deal with this person?" Xu Chu asked, holding the person in question.
"Just watch and deal with it." Yang Wu waved his hands in a depressed mood.
No matter what, the white-haired witch is his confidant, and he doesn't want to make her sad, but as a superior, he must do this.
Perhaps, this is the price of becoming a king.
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Talk about the Taoist reception.
This was a cocktail party specially organized by the Lord of the God of War City. He invited the best young saints from the Eight Great War Clan to attend.
Ares City is under the jurisdiction of the Xuanyuan Clan, which means that this reception is supported by the Xuanyuan Clan.
The saints here would be proud to get an invitation because they only invite a hundred people.
Among the one hundred people, the Yang family received ten quotas. This number accounted for a large proportion. It was two or three more quotas than the Li family, Lu family, and Qin family. This also represents the strength of the new generation of saints of the Yang family. rise.
These people are Yang Wu, Yang Zhennan, Yang Ba, Yang Tianlin, Xu Chu... and others.
Considering Xuanyuan Huowu's personal invitation, Yang Wu still took people to attend the cocktail party.
His father Yang Zhennan did not go and stayed with the Yang family.
The reception was extremely lively. In a large palace, fine wine and spiritual fruits were placed for visitors to taste. There were also dancers singing and dancing, and the atmosphere was high.
After Yang Wu led a few people to the wine palace, he attracted the attention of many people.
Yang Wu's momentum was too strong.
There is already a young saint who is vaguely regarded as the strongest, and there is no young saint who can compare with him among the war clan.
His celestial appearance is astonishing and his momentum is like a rainbow, making it difficult to look directly at him.
Those female saints were all filled with admiration when they saw her, and they wished they could stick to Yang Wu and become Yang Wu's woman.
The male saints felt ashamed of themselves. Yang Wu's pressure made them feel breathless, and even made it difficult for them to stand behind him.
"The people of the Yang family are really becoming more and more famous. We are all here, and they are so late. They don't take the city lord seriously." Someone said in a strange way.
This person is sitting behind the Xing family. He is surprisingly a saint affiliated with the Xing family, named Gao Fushan. He is not too old among the saints. He is less than three hundred years old and has reached the fourth level of star pattern. The realm is quite remarkable.
City Lord Pan Zhong is sitting on the main seat. He is a tall, middle-aged man with high spirits. He is wearing a yellow robe embroidered with dragons and a thumb-sized emerald ring on his hand. He looks extremely noble.
This is definitely a strong man, otherwise he would not become the Lord of the God of War City.
Without waiting for anyone from the Yang family to reply, Pan Zhong spoke up and said, "The fact that Medicine Master Yang Wushen is here is to give me, Mr. Pan, some face. Don't say anything else."
Then he said: "Yang Wushen Medicine Master, please take a seat."
Pan Zhong did not call Yang Wu the patriarch, but called him the magical pharmacist, which is intriguing.
Yang Wu didn't listen to Pan Zhong's words and took his seat. He just bowed his hand to Pan Zhong, then glanced at Gaofu Mountain and said, "Which dog has a better leash? Don't let it out and bark everywhere, otherwise I won't mind beheading the dog."
As soon as Yang Wu said these words, the smell of gunpowder was instantly ignited.
"Yang Wu, what are you talking about? Say it again if you have the guts." Gao Fushan wiped away his ferocious expression and shouted.
Someone else said loudly: "Yang Wu, you are too arrogant. This is a cocktail party, and you are not allowed to hurt others with your words."
"Yang Wu, take your people and get out, don't affect everyone's mood." Someone else said.
These people are all from the Xing family or the Lu family. They have always been at odds with the Yang family, so they will naturally seize the opportunity to attack Yang Wu.
"Noisy!" Yang Wu yelled, and his momentum exploded like a flood, suppressing the people who had just spoken.
puff! puff!
Those people felt a terrifying aura coming towards them, their bodies were instantly blown away, mouthfuls of blood spurted out, and they were completely unable to withstand it.
Others seemed to see a real dragon and a Xuanwu emerging. They were looking down at the world, and the majestic aura of the emperor suppressed them so much that they could not breathe.
"Physician Yang Wushen, please give Mr. Pan some face." Pan Zhong shouted.
"I came to the reception to give Huo Wu face. If anyone is dissatisfied, I'll see you in the ring." Yang Wu responded coldly.
Does Yang Wu still need to live his life based on other people's faces today
He is not a magician, he is the head of the Yang family, and he is still a strong man who can slaughter the sky. He has already qualified to be on an equal footing with the top people in the supernatural world. Although the status of these saints in front of him is also extraordinary, they are far behind him. He has given them a lot of face by being here, but he still dares to provoke them. He really doesn't know whether to live or die.
It can be said that except for overlord-level figures who can make him pay more attention to his sense of proportion, other ordinary Tongtian strong men can't even think of gesticulating in front of him.
Everyone present felt Yang Wu's strong sense of oppression and his invincible momentum. Even if there was a lot of dissatisfaction in their hearts, they did not dare to say a word.
The face of the city lord Pan Zhong was extremely ugly. He was a top saint, the lord of a city, and had a very high status. Yang Wu said this was too disrespectful to him.
Before he could speak, Xuanyuan Huowu stood up and said, "Yang Wu, don't get so angry. Some dogs should be beaten, so let's forget it."
The few saints who vomited blood and flew out instantly wanted to die.
They were invited, shouldn't they be treated equally
Why is Xuanyuan Huowu so biased? He just doesn't speak for them, and then adds insult to injury. It makes them uncomfortable.
"It seems that this cocktail party is not very interesting. Let's go." Someone from the Xing family stood up and said.
This person is Xing Yuhuo, the most outstanding young saint of the Xing family. He was one of the top ten Dragon Kings in the Tianlong Ranking with Yang Jinghai and others.
Since he won the position of Dragon King, he has been disappearing and rarely appeared in front of the public. Not long ago, I suddenly heard news about him. He killed several peak demon creatures in the battle world. Announced his strong return.
This person can also become one of the top ten young saints among the eight war clans.
Someone from the Lu family also stood up and said, "Let's go, too. This is a Taoist reception, not a place for anyone to mess around based on their strength."
"If someone is strong, he can attack and hurt people randomly. Why would he do it in the ring? I feel embarrassed and uncomfortable for Pan Zhucheng." Someone else said.
Just like that, less than half of the people were ready to leave the reception.
Outside the door of the wine palace, a voice suddenly rang out and said: "I have just arrived and you are about to disperse. It is too disrespectful to me. If something doesn't make sense, I am here to make the decision for you."
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