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The tip of the spear was thrown towards the two people that were sent flying. Huang San smiled proudly and was about to go up to retrieve his bloodstained spear, but a finger stopped his smile.

An old finger lightly tapped on the tip of the spear, stopping the killing spear.

The owner of the finger was an old man. He looked at Li Ye and gave a silly smile. The wrinkles on his face also appeared at the corner of his mouth, wrinkling together. "Little bastard, why don't you call me master for such a big matter?"

Li Ye narrowed his eyes and looked at his master. He laughed dryly twice, which was not a small matter. His laugh dragged his wound. He coughed dryly and spat out a mouthful of blood. He said with a bitter smile, "It's useless to look for you."

"Who said that!" The old Daoist faked his anger and said to Li Ye. He then turned around and looked at the people in front of him, straightened his back, pointed at the people in front of him and shouted, "You killed my disciple? Have you asked me? "

The old Daoist looked at the shocked Huang San and chuckled: "What, are you scared when you see me?"

Huang San pointed at the wretched old Daoist with trembling hands and blurted out his identity as a wretched old Daoist. Ten people on the Martial Ranking, one stomp to destroy a city, ten thousand enemies, Green Bamboo Man!

"Old senior, didn't you go to the capital to …" Huang San said.

The wretched old Daoist waved his hand and said, "Stop! That was many years ago. Now that I am old, I can't care about that much anymore. I can only control my little disciple."

He turned around and took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom. He took out a big yellow pellet and stuffed it into Li Ye's mouth, then he looked at the Golden Blade kid beside Li Ye with a complicated expression. Sighing, he shook another pellet and stuffed it into Zhu Gufeng's mouth.

Two people jumped out of the pit with a loud bang. One of them was old fogey with his sleeves rolled up, while the other one was a man in a scholarly robe with a flying sword. Their battle was clearly more intense than Old Demon Lei's, Jiang Yun's clothes were covered in dust, and his hair was in disarray, making him look rather pathetic.

"Old Liu, look at how powerful my punch is. Do you have the grace of back then when I destroyed the signboard of the Mystic Moon Sect?!" Old Freak Lei's words were as simple as eating and drinking, but to others, it sounded as if he had heard of something extraordinary.

Although the Mystic Moon Sect is not on the list of sects like the Green City Mountain of the Wudang Mountain, it is also a famous sect with several thousands of disciples. There are even one or two great figures hidden in the sect, and the sect's goal is that anyone who offends the Blue Moon Sect will be executed. Such a great sect that protected its children didn't dare to say anything after their signboard had been broken. Who else could it be other than that wild and unruly Eccentric Lei?

"The older the spicier!" Jiang Yunhe looked at his opponent who he dreamt of fighting. He licked his chapped lips and thrusted his sword forward. His steps were light and light as he chased after Eccentric Lei.

"You're still saying that you're not old? Look at that arched step of yours, your hands are shaking. What kind of fart is that?" The wretched old Daoist crossed his arms. Looking at the battle of swords and fists in front of him, shouldn't he give a few comments?

"F * ck you, where the hell did your father's fist shake!" Old Freak Lei's punch blew away Jiang Yunhe as he scolded Old Daoist.

The wretched old Daoist immediately cursed back, then turned his head towards the motionless Huang San and said: "How about the two of us fight a round?"

Huang San's face twitched, and laughed dryly, but he still did not move, but the wretched old Daoist did not stop because he did not make a move. His figure flashed, appearing behind Huang San, and with a slap on the back, he knocked Huang San off the horse, and with a leap, he landed on the other rider's back, sending him flying with a kick.

Those Qingzhou spies knew what he wanted to do when they saw his actions. They raised their weapons to block him, and the wretched old Daoist grabbed the iron spear that was thrusting towards them. Laughing foolishly, he forcefully pulled the spear with his hand and swept it horizontally.

Huang San, this disloyal, unfilial, and ungrateful person also had a soft spot, always maintaining complete respect towards the Green Bamboo Old Man. Seeing the Green Bamboo Old Man's next action, he bowed and said in a low voice: "Old Senior, I'm sorry." He dragged the spear in the hands of a spy and rushed towards the green bamboo elder.

The green bamboo old man was not annoyed, the spear in his hand pushed away the spear that was thrusting towards him, his two fingers clamped onto the blade that was chopping towards the warhorse, with force, he broke the blade with his two fingers, and his body hit a soldier who was leaning over, crushing his internal organs, causing his body to fall limply to the ground.

His fingers lightly touched the tip of the spear, causing the long spear in Huang San's hand to break inch by inch. His shoulder struck the esper that was blocking the road, knocking the esper flying for several meters before leading the uninjured horse to Li Ye's side.

He looked at his disciple with a smile and said with a fawning face, "What do you think about my master's movements?"

Li Ye curled his lips and did not say anything, but the light in his eyes already revealed Li Ye's yearning for such a movement technique. The Green Bamboo Man did not point it out, and helped Li Ye onto the horse, flattering him, and chased Li Ye away before lifting him up and kicking Zhu Gu Feng onto another horse.

Looking at the two people who were sending them off, the Green Bamboo Man waved his hand towards Li Ye and said in a clear voice, "Disciple will leave first. I will come look for you after Master finishes here." With his other hand, he brandished his spear to block the incoming spear.

"Brat, this isn't right." The old man's iron spear was as agile as an Azure Dragon, and as he used the Wandering Dragon Steps, it pressured Huang San so much that he couldn't even raise his head, and could only bitterly defend himself with his spear.

Retracting half a step back, the tiger's mouth faced the other, thrusting his spear towards Huang San's throat. Huang San was secretly surprised, taking three steps back, dragging his spear along with him, suddenly dancing, the spear tip also pierced towards the green bamboo youth, the two needles clashed, the two iron spear tips clashed together, causing both of their hands to tremble.

Huang San's hands trembled, the long spear fell out of his hands, stopping this time's confrontation. Green Bamboo Eon slowly withdrew the long spear in his hand, straightened his back and smiled at Huang San, saying in a low voice: "Next time, if you don't have the confidence to win, don't fight with others for inner force."

"Huang San has learnt his lesson." Huang San respectfully bowed towards the Green Bamboo Old Man.

Huang San? Not called a Yellow Falcon? " "As the old man slowly spoke, Huang San broke out in a cold sweat. His spear carried a strong wind as it smashed into the unprepared Huang San's back, causing his back to bend. With a muffled groan, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I'll teach you one more thing, and that is, don't be distracted by this duel." The Green Bamboo Man coldly added as he waved the long spear in his hand again, smashing it towards Huang San's back.