Wu Xingyang's words are very powerful, but in this case, if Wu Ling would stop, it would be really weird! The corner of Wu Ling's mouth rose slightly in the air, which always happened every time he killed someone.
But just as the fingers of his furious thunder-finger were about to pass through Song Yujia’s throat, he felt a huge force appearing out of thin air. For an instant, he seemed to be hit by a speeding truck, spurting blood towards the back. Fly out.
Flying in the air, Wu Ling looked at what he saw in horror! I saw two figures, one black and one yellow, falling from the sky, and a huge fist figure surrounded the body of the black figure, and it disappeared in smoke. The man in yellow looked at him nervously, and didn't know what was thinking in his heart.
A very thin white mist was continuously emitted from Wu Xieyang's hand, which turned into a sharp weapon for attacks. Just now Wu Ling was wiped to the side by the power of the white mist that was irritated by Wu Xieyang.
Although I don't know why, I don't know the essence of this white mist, but one thing Wu Ling can be sure of is that the person who attacked him was definitely not using qi. Could it be that this person is the strong person in the chemical weapon realm that Yue Guli said? Wu Ling, who just wiped it to the side, vomited blood, Wu Ling couldn't help wondering if he could not even take a single move if the person was facing him.
The fact is exactly what Wu Ling thought. He and Wu Xingyang are not at the same level. When he was still in a daze, Yue Guli, Feng Fuji and Langhuo were already nervously surrounding Wu Ling. I am afraid that Wu Xingyang will have the next move.
In the current situation, only Yue Guli, who is in the realm of refining the gods and still in the virtual realm, knows best. From the attack of Wu Xianyang just now, she has discovered that this Wu Xianyang is definitely a strong person in the realm of chemical weapons. The white mist is nothing else, it is the breath of water condensed between Wu Xingyang's thoughts.
Wu Xieyang nodded in satisfaction, and glanced at Li Yufan intentionally or unintentionally: "Would you like to come under my door?" Wu Xieyang asked very directly.
"En?" Wu Ling looked at Wu Xieyang somewhat inexplicably. This person is really strange. He punched me without warning, broke my good deeds, and said such inexplicable things.
Moreover, it is said that even if you want to approve, there must be some tests or rituals. Why is this person planning to accept himself so simply, is he not afraid that he is a spy sent by other hostile forces
"Why, you don't want to?" Wu Xieyang always had a smile on his face.
"Are you in the realm of chemical weapons?" Wu Ling did not answer, but instead asked Wu Xingyang.
Hearing Wu Ling's interesting question, even Yue Guli on the side almost couldn't help laughing. It was definitely the first time he saw him like Wu Ling. Yue Guli still remembers that when Master recruited disciples, he even Someone knelt outside of the Immortal Gate for three days and three nights without success, and now this guy is still picky. However, now that she knew the horrible old man's intentions, she also relaxed, no longer worrying about Wu Ling's life.
"Of course!" After Wu Xianyang said, a faint white mist appeared around his body. This mist is of a nature to the mist that hit him just now. Although the mist looks very harmless, Wu Ling understands it. How terrifying is the lethality of this mist.
"How about, now are you willing?" Wu Xianyang said to Wu Ling like a big liar holding a candy to tempt children.
"Hahaha." Wu Ling didn't answer. Instead, she struggled to stand up, walked to Yue Guli, facing Wu Xingyang, and said loudly, "You punched me, but you want to take me as a disciple. Who do you think you are, I am the king of heaven? I don’t see it, you are crazy, do you want me to be crazy too?"
"Insane? No one has dared to call me like that for a long time. Hehe, boy, do you know who I am?" Wu Xianyang didn't feel annoyed, but asked with a smile. In his opinion, Wu Ling is a very good person. Interestingly, those who can be calm and composed under their own coercion will surely make great achievements in the future.
At the same time, Wu Ling also had a hint of admiration for Wu Xingyang: "This is a ruthless character!" Wu Ling told herself in her heart. A person who can hide his emotions so that he can't even notice it is definitely not a simple person. Every powerful warrior has inverse scales that cannot be touched, especially when a weak warrior is scolded as a lunatic, no one would want to!
At this time, Song Yujia, who was almost killed by Wu Ling's anger and thunder, finally reacted, almost kneeling and crawling to Wu Xieyang's feet, crying bitterly: "Sange Master, you are going to be the master for your disciples. This Wu is bullying. Too much, I didn't put our Huayu Pavilion in the eyes at all. How can the majesty of my Huayu Pavilion be trampled on by others, please let the three pavilion masters take action and kill this son."
Wu Xieyang frowned immediately, thinking that Song Yujia was so uninterested, how could he kill him because he had said that he would accept Wu Ling as a disciple. When the girl said this, it was obvious that the grudge with Wu Ling was not deep enough, in other words, she didn't think she died fast enough.
Wu Xieyang put away the smile on his face and scolded: "Are you a disciple of the old man?"
Song Yujia was overjoyed when she heard Wu Xieyang's question. She knew that among the three pavilion masters of Huayu Pavilion, the three pavilion master Wu Xianyang maintained the reputation of Huayu Pavilion the most. This Wu Xingyang is a famous guardian. In Huayu Pavilion, his disciples of the three pavilions and one line are bullied by other two line disciples. No matter whether they are indiscriminate or indiscriminate, he will always help the disciples. The door rules have never been ignored. According to his own opinion, there are only a few disciples in my line, so you dare to bully. Since you know how to bully, you must have the consciousness of being beaten.
"Yes! The disciple is Song Yujia of Huaxian Mountain, and the master is the second pavilion master Hanshuangying of Huayu Pavilion. The third pavilion master, this kid is called Wu Ling. He has insulted me Huayu Pavilion several times just now, and the disciple is impatient. Only then did he start to teach him a lesson. He did not expect that he secretly used conspiracy and tricks, and the disciples didn't wipe it for a while, and then he was defeated. Ask the Lord of the Three Pavilions to be the masters for the disciples."
Song Yujia stared at Wu Ling angrily, no one here could violate Wu Xieyang's words. The words just now hit Wu Xieyang's character weakness with a single blow. This dance of the setting sun usually cared the disciples of Huayu Pavilion the most, and he hated those who insulted Huayu Pavilion. If anyone dared to speak ill of Huayu Pavilion in front of him, those people would have seen Lord Yan long ago. Originally, if Wu Xingyang didn’t know, then he should be on Song Yujia’s side in reason and emotion, but Song Yujia did not expect that Wu Xingyang would watch the battle from the beginning to the end, so no matter what Song Yujia said, he would always be on Song Yujia’s side. In vain.