Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal
Xuanwuzong
There were strange dark halls in all directions.
At the bottom stood two expressionless powerful masters.
After a while, a middle-aged man with white hair came with a heavy aura, he was not angry and arrogant, and the masters who came out back then all lowered their heads.
"Meet the Sect Master."
"Get to the teacher."
The white-haired man was expressionless, and after slowly sitting on the upper throne, Ling Li's eyes stared at the lower crowd.
Everyone did not dare to breathe, and their bodies were increasingly bowing.
After a long time, the white-haired man waved his hand, and everyone stood up in relief, it could be seen that he had absolute authority here.
It is unfortunate that now his right arm is empty.
He was the ancestor of the Xuanwu Sect, Ning Xuanwu, who dueled with the Qingshan Ancestor. And the people who started it all were the high-level Xuanwu Sect and Ning Xuanwu's direct disciple.
Ever since Ning Xuanwu's defeat, the morale of the Xuanwu sect had been low, and everyone who saw him at this moment was even more afraid to say anything.
The dead silence.
"How are you?"
Finally, Ning Xuanwu's majestic eyes swept over, and a hoarse voice came out from his mouth.
When the crowd heard those words, they remained silent.
Seeing this, Ning Xuanwu got angry and shouted: "I asked you, how is the investigation, who can tell me how the kitchen knife in Lu Qingshan's hand came from?"
“Master, I have caught Qingshanmen direct disciple here, maybe I can get a hint from him.” At this moment, a woman with a hot body, clothes opened and holding a pair of knives came out and said respectfully.
He was Yao Linger, Ning Xuanwu's direct disciple. Not to mention her outstanding talent and powerful combat strength, the most unavoidable thing was her hot body and beauty. The countless enemies fighting against him were mesmerized by her beauty, but once she took it lightly, she would be greeted by Yao Ling'er's double-edged knowledge.
"That's it."
Ning Xuanwu waved his hand.
"Yes." Yeah."
Yao Ling'er swept out of the hall like lightning, and when he reappeared, he held a white-robed young man in his hand.
“Let me go, let me go.” The white-robed youth shouted in rebellion, “You dare to arrest me if you don't know who I am, but I am Yu Wujie, a direct disciple of the Qingshan Sect. suffered a crushing blow from Qingshanmen."
"Stuck up!"
Yao Ling'er slapped Wu Jie in the face.
"You, how dare you hit me?"
Yu Wujie was instantly furious, he was huge and no one had ever defeated him before, which was a shame.
But what greeted him was Yao Ling'er's palm, which made him fly upside down to the ground.
"Who are you?" yu Wujie shouted.
"Ning Xuanwu."
"What?" Yu Wujie was surprised. He had never imagined that the man before him was actually Xuanwu's ancestor, so wasn't he caught in the Xuanwu Sect?
“Allow me ask, where did Lu Qingshan's knife come from?” Patriarch Xuanwu asked in a hoarse voice.
“Why should I tell you?” Even though he knew it was Ning Xuanwu, Yu Wujie still shouted harshly.
Ning Xuanwu lifted his eyes and said solemnly, "Are you not afraid of me?"
"Why should I be afraid of you, it's just a losing general from the patriarch of my sect. I advise you to let me go quickly, or my patriarch will come with a magic sword and you will be destroyed," shouted Yu Wujie threateningly. .
"It's so good."
Patriarch Xuanwu said lightly.
In the next instant, an invincible aura erupted from him, and Yu Wujie, who was on the ground, was suddenly sucked into the air.
“I will ask again, say it or not,” Patriarch Xuanwu said in a hoarse voice.
“Don't say it.” Yu Wujie said without compromise.
Ancestor Xuanwu narrowed his eyes and grabbed onto Yu Wujie's neck with a movement of his palm. The powerful force immediately exposed Yu Wujie's blue veins. At the same time, great coercion also squeezed Yu Wujie's body.
"Ah, I was wrong, I was wrong, I said."
Feeling that the real death was coming, Yu Wujie did not insist for a moment, and quickly begged for mercy.
"explosion!"
Ancestor Xuanwu moved his palm, and Yu Wujie fell violently to the ground.
When everyone saw this, they immediately showed contempt, they thought it was a hard bone, but it was a softer waste of persimmon.
"Cough cough cough."
Yu Wujie coughed hastily, seeing that the Xuanwu Patriarch was impatient, he quickly said: "I don't know if what I said is accurate or not, but I got news from my master that it was a high school in Pingjiang City.he."
“Master of Pingjiang City?” Ancestor Xuanwu was furious, and he stomped on Wu Jie's chest, and said solemnly: “How could there be a lord in Pingjiang City?”
“Really, I dare not lie to you, and my master also said that he opened a small martial arts hall in Pingjiang City, which is indeed true!” yu Wujie shouted.
"Small Martial Arts Hall?"
Ancestor Xuanwu saw that Wu Jie didn't seem to be lying, so he let go After returning upstairs, he frowned and pondered.
After a while, he said solemnly: "Wuchen, go to Pingjiang City to ask."
"Yes sir."
A skinny young man with a sick face walked out, and then his body flashed and he went down the mountain ...