Wu Hen knew that catching Hui Ming was related to his future glory and disgrace, so he tried his best to do it perfectly. Even though Wang Lang was just an insignificant person, he still had to prioritize stability and not blindly use his cultivation to suppress others. However, Hui Ming must be caught. Wang Lang and Duobao also had to be brought for interrogation. Even the other people in the Huo Huan Hall had to be interrogated to see if they were involved in this.
Seeing that Wang Lang was at a loss for words, Wu Hen smiled and said, "What are the three of you still standing there for? We've talked for a long time. Quickly come with me to see the Sect Leader. Otherwise, I won't be able to take care of the Sect Leader for you."
Wang Lang knew that once Zhao Yun entered the Tianyuan Sect, it would be like throwing meat buns at a dog, never to return. Although he had little experience in the world, he still had a basic brain. There was a saying, "The hatred of killing one's father is irreconcilable; the hatred of killing one's son is difficult to eliminate." Zhao Yun killed the Sect Leader's beloved son. No matter what reason there was, it was impossible to escape the Sect Leader's anger, not to mention whether his stupid disciple was in the right or not!
Although Wang Lang didn't know the ins and outs of the whole matter, he knew that Zhao Yun absolutely couldn't go to the Tianyuan Sect. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Why don't we let Hui Ming stay in the Huo Huan Hall to reflect and wait for the people from the Commandment Courtyard to interrogate him. As for me, I'll follow the three Golden Venerables back to the Tianyuan Sect and wait for the Sect Leader to interrogate me. What do you think, Golden Venerables? "
Hongyun jumped up and scolded, "I'm giving you face, but you don't want it. What's the point of competing? Don't f * cking talk nonsense. If you don't leave, you won't be able to bear the consequences." His eyes shifted, and his proud disciple, Tianqin, immediately stepped forward and assumed a threatening posture. As long as Zhao Yun and the other two hesitated for a moment, they would fall out with each other and attack.
With such a posture, the situation was clear. Wang Lang knew that this wasn't something that could be resolved with just a few words. The only way now was for Zhao Yun to escape immediately. Only then would she have a chance to save her life. He shouted, "Stinking brat, why aren't you running? They want your life! " In a moment of desperation, Wang Lang had forgotten to consider how Zhao Yun could run away with the three Golden Venerables of the Tianyuan Sect.
When Wu Hen heard Wang Lang's crazed yelling, he frowned and snorted, "Enough! I've already given you guys enough face. I really don't have time to play around with you guys. None of you are allowed to leave! "
With Great Golden Venerable's order, Tian Qin, Wu Dao, Wu Wu, and the other disciples clamored one after another. They were all hot-headed and eager to render meritorious service. They all used their special skills and aggressively rushed in front of Zhao Yun and her disciple.
Zhao Yun looked back at her master with an indomitable sharpness in her eyes. "No, Master, I won't run away. I won't be a coward who abandons you and runs for my life. With me here, there's no way they can touch you. " At this moment, she couldn't care less about the disparity in strength. She couldn't care less if the enemy was strong or she was weak.
If the people of the Tianyuan Sect weren't in a hurry to succeed and insisted on capturing Zhao Yun and her two disciples, Zhao Yun might have given up resisting in order to protect her master from being implicated. She would have stepped forward bravely and become the meat on the knife of the Tianyuan Sect. Unfortunately, there were no ifs. The people of the Tianyuan Sect were confident in their strength and didn't consider Zhao Yun's manly mentality. They had always emphasized capturing Wang Lang and Duobao and torturing them. This led to Zhao Yun's desperate struggle and she had to use her remaining True Power to fight a life and death battle with the strong enemy.
The narrow space was not conducive to fighting. Tian Qin used a knife, while Wu Dao and Wu Dao used a horsetail whisk. They attacked together, forming a flat and narrow semicircle. However, the force was not small as it quickly attacked the bedside. Zhao Yun waved her sword and shouted, "Tut!" She didn't care about the lack of True Power and didn't shrink back. She faced the attack head-on to protect her master from being affected by the True Qi. Duobao also clenched his fists and fiercely pushed them towards the people of the Tianyuan Sect.
"Clang!" Zhao Yun felt that her hand was heavy. Her five fingers that were holding the sword could no longer bear it. After a stubborn struggle, she unwillingly fell to the ground. Zhao Yun's heart thumped. He had completely overestimated his physical strength. He hadn't recuperated from his serious injuries. It was already difficult for him to wield the 368 jin Mighty Fighting Divine Sword. How could he resist the Tianyuan Sect's elite disciples who were full of energy?
Seeing that the situation was bad and that the opponent's True Qi was about to break into her body, Zhao Yun made up her mind and opened her arms to hug Wang Lang. This was the only stupid method she could think of! It was just death. Even if she died, she would die earlier than her master.
However, the True Qi didn't penetrate Zhao Yun's back as expected. This was because Duobao's fists were not to be trifled with. Zhao Yun was pleasantly surprised to find that Duobao's punch actually forced the three True Qis to retreat together. The air reverberated with the hoarse sound of rats tearing at each other. Zhao Yun wasn't the only one who was improving. While she was diligently practicing the Azure Lotus Sword Technique, Duobao, who was naturally playful, had also gotten rid of the temptation to play. He practiced the fist technique over and over again, using his bare hands to crack the rocks and shatter the ancient trees. This was a disciple's responsibility to his master. This was a senior brother's promise to his junior brother. Although Duobao couldn't speak, his heart was burning!
Therefore, Duobao was able to shake off the encirclement of the three experts with just one punch. He used an unreasonable and extremely simple method to announce that he had already grown up and knew how to shoulder the responsibility of a man.
Tianqin and the other two were dumbfounded. They weren't dumbfounded by Duobao's awe-inspiring might, but by Hui Ming's frailty. A person who could kill the Young Sect Master must have some powerful and outstanding aspects. Therefore, although the three of them spoke lightly, they didn't dare to be negligent. They used their full strength as soon as they arrived. They didn't hope to kill the enemy in one move, but they hoped not to drop the ball in front of the Celestial Venerable. Who would have thought that Hui Ming couldn't even take one move? Even his defensive treasured sword fell to the ground.
"Haha, Big Brother, this trash has yet to recover from his serious injuries. It saves us a lot of trouble. Everyone, let's attack together." Wukong was stunned for a moment before he understood. After all, the Young Sect Master wasn't a freeloader. After Hui Ming barely killed the Young Sect Master, he must be covered in injuries. He quickly shouted for Wukong to quickly capture him.
Wang Lang was protected by Zhao Yun. He was both touched and sad as he shouted, "Brat, don't worry about me. Quickly leave! Mute, you leave too! "
Zhao Yun let go of his hands that were hugging his master. He staggered two steps and lowered his head to pick up the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword. However, this time, he no longer had the strength to wield the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword. He could only hold the sword hilt and press the sword against the ground, using the all-powerful divine sword as a crutch in the hands of an old man in his twilight years.
Looking at the disgusting faces of the people of the Tianyuan Sect, Zhao Yun only wanted to vomit. The hand holding the sword trembled non-stop, as if it also felt the Divine Sword's silent grievance. Zhao Yun was still too weak. She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve it.
Fortunately, there was still the Duobao! The Duobao shouted in a muffled voice and told his junior brother, "It's okay, I'm here." At the same time, he fiercely punched out to meet the attacks of Tianqin and the others.
Tianqin and the other two were also very sullen. They were only focused on guarding against Hui Ming. Unexpectedly, a random dark-skinned guy jumped out and made them choke. With just a pair of bare fists, he could match the celestial techniques that they had been immersed in for many years. He made them lose face in front of Golden Venerable and their fellow disciples. If Golden Venerable hadn't ordered them to capture him alive, the three of them would have used their ultimate moves to make this dark-skinned brat die without a burial ground.
Fayuan said curiously, "Eldest Senior Brother, this dark-skinned brat is really strange. He can actually block the attacks of the Tianyuan Sect's cultivation method with just his physical strength. My two good-for-nothing disciples are also at the Immortal Cultivation Stage. They are so weak that they really made Senior Brother laugh. I wonder if Senior Brother can see any clues? "
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