[Chapter 368: Move Your Head]

Qian Jue couldn’t believe his eyes. This kid looked like he was at the first level of Xiantian. How could he fly? Only

the sixth level of Xiantian could have enough true essence to support the body to fly. This is an eternal law.

I have never seen anyone who can fly at the first level of Xiantian?

This kid must have hidden his realm. He is at the sixth level of Xiantian?

Yes, it must be like this. There are ways to hide the realm in the ancient martial arts world.

When Qian Jue thought of this, he felt a little depressed.

He just offended Yang Yiyu to death. This created an opportunity for the old man Ming Jue and made a big enemy for himself.

The sixth level of Xiantian is the second biggest threshold of the Xiantian realm. A sixth level of Xiantian can easily deal with several fifth level of Xiantian. This is over. If the immortal Ming Jue and Yang Yiyu join forces, today’s matter will be in trouble.

When Qian Jue thought of it in his heart, Ming Jue was also shocked.

Because when he was about to land, a figure landed on the ground before him.

Looking closely, it was Yang Yiyu.

Is he a sixth level of Xiantian who has hidden his realm?

Different from what Qian Jue thought, Ming Jue was overjoyed after he realized it. If Yang Yiyu was at the sixth level of Xiantian, they would be able to deal with Taoist Qian Jue.

Things can be reversed, things can be reversed!

Ming Jue roared in his heart, which was an unexpected surprise.

Yang Yiyu was able to catch up and appear in front of the ancestral hall, which meant that he was also on his side to deal with Qian Jue.

This was all thanks to Qian Jue’s threats and insults to Yang Yiyu before, otherwise when he first came, Yang Yiyu would not be willing to get involved in Wudang’s family affairs.

Now it’s all right, old Qian Jue is really wise.

Ming Jue’s face was full of smiles. He landed beside Yang Yiyu. Just as he was about to speak to Yang Yiyu to get close to him, he heard Yang Yiyu’s extremely cold voice saying to Qian Jue: “As a guest, I should also serve a cup of hot tea when I come to your Wudang. As the disciple of Wudang’s founder Sikong Yuan and the junior brother of the founder of Wudang, do you want to say something to me?”

Qian Jue felt like he was riding a tiger and it was difficult to get off the tiger at this time. However, he was not afraid of Yang Yiyu alone, but was afraid that Ming Jue and Yang Yiyu would join forces to cause trouble.

At this time, Wudang disciples felt that Qian Jue’s eyes narrowed. Did he understand what Yang Yiyu meant? It was nothing more than looking for face and asking him to apologize.

But words that were spoken and water that was spilled could not be taken back. If he was soft to Yang Yiyu today, what would happen next?

How could he establish his authority in front of Wudang disciples?

Moreover, Qian Jue thought that he was at the peak of the sixth level of Xiantian, and there were fifteen Xiantian ancient warriors on his side, and there were five of them at the fourth level, and three at the fifth level, which was several times the combat power of Ming Jue’s side. Adding them all together, would he still be afraid of Yang Yiyu and Ming Jue joining forces?

Thinking of this, Qian Jue sneered, “What do you want me to say to you, kid?”

Yang Yiyu could see that Qian Jue, this old bastard, was going to fight.

He squinted his eyes and said, “You are at least eighty or ninety years old. As an ancient martial artist, you should not have Alzheimer’s disease, right? How come you don’t know it at your age? It’s okay if

you don’t know. I tell you, who made you have Alzheimer’s disease? The founder of Wudang is Sikong Yuan, right? The founder of the sect is Sikong Yuan’s disciple, right?

As for me, I can be said to be Sikong Yuan’s inherited disciple, and the junior brother of the founder of Wudang. What about you? I should be the tenth generation disciple of Wudang, right? Shouldn’t you call me Grandmaster? If not, then

don’t. I don’t care about these worldly etiquettes. But you shouldn’t insult me, right? Isn’t insulting me the same as insulting the founder of Wudang?

Mingjue, isn’t this an act of insubordination and betrayal?”

After saying the last sentence, Yang Yiyu turned to ask the old Taoist Mingjue.

“Count, count, count, Qian Jue is a typical example of betraying the master and destroying the ancestors.” The old man Ming Jue still couldn’t understand that Yang Yiyu was going to lose his temper, and this was a sign that he wanted to unite with him and stand on his side. He nodded in response in a very cooperative manner.

After that, he added: “Grandmaster, Qian Jue should be punished for betraying the master and destroying the ancestors.”

“Hahaha~”

Qian Jue laughed wildly.

After a while, he stared at Yang Yiyu with his eyes like a knife and said: “You? Still want to be my grandmaster? I’ll give you one last chance, bastard, don’t get involved in Wudang’s family affairs, otherwise…”

“What else?” Yang Yiyu smiled with his eyes narrowed.

“I will kill you like killing a dog.” Qian Jue said coldly, and hit Yang Yiyu with a palm.

Yang Yiyu had been prepared for it, or he wanted to attack Qian Jue before he spoke. So

what if he was at the sixth level of innate? He was not without means to risk it

. The dragon scales that had just been successfully sacrificed had not been sharpened.

The most powerful palm among the true energy transformation palms – the sky-splitting palm met Qian Jue’s palm.

“Boom~”

“Puff~”

Yang Yiyu’s blood and qi surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew back five meters and stopped.

“Hahaha~ You only have the strength of the fifth level of the innate stage, but you dare to fight with me, you are looking for death.” Qian Jue didn’t expect that Yang Yiyu would be a paper tiger under a palm strike. At most, he had the strength of the peak of the fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage.

He was relieved immediately, and waved his hand to the three ancient warriors of the fifth level of Xiantian, saying: “Three junior brothers, take this kid down.”

He didn’t even bother to make a move. He originally thought that this kid could fly and his strength was at least the sixth level of Xiantian, and he was afraid that he would join forces with Ming Jue. Who knew that he was only the fifth level of Xiantian, and he looked like the first level of Xiantian. He thought that he used some secret method to converge his whole body realm and disguised himself as Xiantian.

Now it seems that he is only the fifth level of Xiantian. As for the fact that he can fly even though he is not at the fifth level of Xiantian, maybe it is some kind of secret method.

After Qian Jue gave an order, the three Xiantians on his side immediately came towards Yang Yiyu.

At this moment, Qian Jue smiled triumphantly, turned around and pushed open the door of the Patriarch Hall. It was rare for him to pay attention to Yang Yiyu. There was absolutely no problem for the three fifth-level Xiantians to deal with one Yang Yiyu.

Ming Jue and Baishan’s side were all pale, and they didn’t expect that Yang Yiyu couldn’t take a single move from Qian Jue, so how could they join forces?

Ming Jue saw the power of Qian Jue’s palm and secretly calculated that he seemed to be unable to take Qian Jue’s palm. There was also a difference in strength between the six levels of innate.

Think about it again. Qian Jue’s side had more innate masters than theirs. If they fought, it would definitely be a disaster for Wudang and they would not be able to gain any advantage.

If they really fought with Qian Jue’s side, Ming Jue knew that his side would definitely lose and Wudang would be seriously injured.

“Forget it, forget it. It’s God’s will. I don’t want to be a sinner of Wudang.” Ming Jue sighed in his heart.

In fact, he and Qian Jue were brothers. They all knew that the other party was doing good for Wudang and would not betray Wudang. It was just that Qian Jue’s lineage would master Wudang in the future, and the alchemy method passed down by the founder of the sect would be cut off. Wudang in the future would be pure martial arts.

When Qian Jue pushed open the door of the ancestral hall, Ming Jue knew that the situation was over.

However, at this moment, screams rang in his ears one after another.

“Ah…”

If you look carefully, there must be exactly three screams.

Ming Jue turned his head subconsciously and saw that the three people who were going to deal with Yang Yiyu fell to the ground and screamed. A golden stream of light flew over his head and cut off a strand of hair on his head, and then went straight to Qian Jue.

At the same time, Qian Jue, who had just opened the door of the ancestral hall, also heard the screams. He was shocked. It was obvious that the screams were from the three junior brothers.

It was at this time that the hair on his back stood up. He suddenly felt a very strange breath coming from behind him. The hair on his bones suddenly became cold all over his body. Without thinking, he circulated his whole body’s true energy to protect his whole body, and at the same time, his body quickly twisted to avoid it.

However, he underestimated this strange breath. At the moment when his true energy was circulated, he only felt a pain in his right arm in the next second.

Then most of his right arm fell to the ground.

“Ah~” Qian Jue screamed. At this time, the true energy in his hand gathered and he was ready to fight for his life. He knew it was either Yang Yiyu or Ming Jue.

But at this moment, a bright light flashed before his eyes, and with a puff, a bright light hit his neck and pierced into the skin, causing blood to flow immediately. He

only heard a gloomy voice in his ear: “Don’t move, or your head will be moved.”

This voice was Yang Yiyu’s voice.

Qian Jue was shocked and stopped obediently, and saw that the golden thing on his neck looked like a huge fish scale.

Yang Yiyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth at this time, and felt happy in his heart. The dragon scale after the sacrifice was indeed a killer as the master said.

(End of this chapter)