Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Chapter 110 Out of Line

"Your legs are tough as nails! They're hard as stubble!"

He was quite shrewd; he didn't dare utter a single harsh word, muttered a curse under his breath, and hurriedly ran back.

however.

The person suddenly moved swiftly on the mountain path, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right. Two white shadows appeared in his eyes at the same time, their positions changing alternately, and the mountain path quickly fell behind him.

Meng Wei suddenly realized what was happening, and his eyelids twitched wildly.

He knew that the person's movements were too fast, and his eyes could not keep up with his speed, thus creating the illusion of multiple afterimages!

First-rate in the world?

In all his years of wandering the martial world, he had never seen such an extremely bizarre and strange lightness skill.

"Great hero, I am a man from the Luoyang underworld. Please, sir, show mercy!"

Meng Wei had just finished speaking when he was approached by someone.

The newcomer struck with his palm, and he saw a cold, handsome young face. He instinctively retaliated by striking back with his own palm.

"what!"

With a wail, Meng Wei rolled five or six times on the ground, crashed into a large rock, and immediately lost consciousness.

Gao Yuan walked slowly away.

"Go to hell!"

He took three steps closer, and the unconscious bandit leader suddenly opened his eyes. Three hidden arrows whistled through his sleeves, heading straight for Gao Yuan's face.

How vicious this move is!

Gao Yuan naturally knew that he was faking his death.

He sidestepped to avoid the hidden arrow, then flipped over, caught one of the arrows between his two fingers, and flung it out.

Then a sharp sound pierced through the forest, penetrating the bandit leader's raised palm!

Meng Wei screamed in agony again.

Now I'm really scared!

I thought the guy opposite me was young and inexperienced in the ways of the world, but it turns out he's not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also a cunning and shrewd young man.

"Great hero, spare my life! Spare my life! I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. Please, great hero, spare my life!"

Meng Wei was both surprised and frightened, wondering why the person in front of him was meddling in his business.

The Five Tyrants of Luoyang held sway over their territory. Although they couldn't compare to the top gangs, they were still the undisputed local emperors of Luoyang, living a carefree and comfortable life.

However, a few years ago, the Beggars' Sect suddenly rose to prominence and wanted to establish its headquarters in Luoyang to radiate to the surrounding states.

The five brothers were notorious for their evil deeds. The Beggars' Clan, being newcomers and not yet firmly established, were plotting to use the five brothers as a tool to establish their authority.

Upon learning the news, the five fled under cover of night.

Having lost territory, they could only flee in a sorry state.

If they hadn't received a promise from their employer allowing them to operate in Jiangnan, they would never have participated in this struggle.

The business was originally very stable.

Unexpectedly...

Gao Yuan ignored his pleas for mercy and asked, "Are you saying I can't mess with the people in Luoyang?"

Meng Wei, clutching his arrow wound and pale-faced, said, "Of course, I dared to offend the great hero, but I... I was merely acting out of chivalry, and they were..."

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Gao Yuan didn't waste any words with him. He stomped his foot, kicked up a pebble, and flicked it with his finger, hitting the pebble right between the eyebrows.

With a terrified scream, the bandit leader collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The young man and the monks turned around and looked at each other, dumbfounded.

The information they interact with is the same.

The group was bewildered, looking at the dozens of bandits hanging here and there on the tree, and then they remembered the boy's strange movements.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they might have thought it was an illusion.

The young man glanced at the bandit leader's corpse. Although he didn't know the newcomer's identity, he had been saved and hurriedly bowed and clasped his hands in greeting: "Senior."

He may look young, but his martial arts skills are truly impressive.

In the world of martial arts, status is never determined by age.

He adopted an extremely respectful posture.

But the young man noticed that the boy opposite him only glanced at him before turning to leave.

Although he really wanted to tell the boy to stay and get to know him better.

But I really couldn't figure out his temperament.

I was afraid of offending him.

Therefore, he dared not speak again.

While he hesitated, perhaps because he was a monk, the monk on the side had fewer concerns. He bowed deeply and said, "Since my benefactor is unwilling to leave his name, I dare not force him. However, if it were not for your rescue, we would have already lost our lives. I will never forget this great kindness."

"Please leave your name, benefactor. If you ever need our help, feel free to send someone to Hejian Hall in Muzhou to find us brothers. Even if it means braving battle and drinking blood, we will repay your great kindness!"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the young man in white stopped in his tracks.

He then flashed to their side.

The young men were all startled and instinctively took two steps back.

Looking up from afar, a clear voice reached their ears: "Are you Zoroastrians?"

Wang Weizhi mentioned it to him.

Hejiantang in Muzhou was a secret base of the Zoroastrianism in Jiangnan, under the command of Jukonglun.

Good guy!

He killed Meng Wei simply because he saw bandits blocking his way and was disgusted by the evil deeds of the Five Tyrants of Luoyang.

Unexpectedly, they ended up rescuing members of the Zoroastrian cult.

No wonder Meng Wei said he was doing chivalrous deeds; I even thought he was just drunk and farting!

Gao Yuan secretly weighed the options, considering whether or not to eliminate them all at once.

"My benefactor, we are disciples of the Zoroastrian Church."

"My name is Deng Yuanjue."

"My name is Wang Yin."

"My name is Shi Bao."

"The one on the ground who is still unconscious from poisoning is our deputy altar master, La Shisan. He was accidentally poisoned by the bandits and has not yet woken up."

Wang Yin was secretly annoyed that Deng Yuanjue had rashly revealed his identity when he saw the young man frowning. Startled, he hurriedly explained, "My benefactor, please don't misunderstand! We are under the command of the Right Envoy and are by no means wicked people. The fact that the Five Tyrants of Luoyang surrounded us for no reason is proof that we are unwilling to collude with them."

"The reputation of the Holy Church has been ruined by several rounds of stinking rats like the withered tree. In fact, there are quite a few people in the church who have narrow-minded views."

Although Deng Yuanjue was somewhat reckless, he was not a fool.

From the boy's words, he also noticed a change in tone, and he clasped his hands together and bowed, adding, "My benefactor, please forgive me, our sect has always been concerned with protecting all living beings, but unfortunately, our leader was misled by Yan Beifeng and others, which led to his extreme actions and earned us the infamy of being a demonic sect!"

Gao Yuan's eyes flickered slightly, his gaze shifting from the young man on the ground to the three of them.

Wang Yin, Deng Yuanjue, Shi Bao?

Gao Yuan was initially unfamiliar with the three people's names, but then a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

correct!

Aren't they the future generals under the "Holy Duke"?

Leaving a big spectrum!

The Holy Duke was the thirteenth child in his family, which explains why everyone called him Brother Thirteen.

No wonder Zoroastrianism has never changed its name.

Who would have thought that Fang La, the eighth leader of the Ming Cult in China, was only a deputy altar master at this time?

Despite their feud with the Zoroastrianism, Wang Yin and his group did seem to operate differently from other clandestine Zoroastrian factions.

If I absolutely had to give a reason,

That is, although these people were clearly under the name of the Demonic Sect, they gave people the appearance of righteousness.

Combined with their actions of killing the lecherous thief and rescuing the woman.

Gao Yuan's impression of them wasn't too bad.

He glanced at the group of people in front of him and shook his head slightly: "I've heard that your sect has been involved in many evil deeds recently. Meng Wei's attack on you is probably just as you guessed, caused by internal strife within your sect. Be careful."

After saying this, he didn't even greet Wang Yin and the others.

With a leap, he disappeared at the end of the mountain path in just a few steps.

Wang Yin hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Deng Yuanjue, still unwilling to give up, hurriedly called out, "May I ask your esteemed name, benefactor? I, Deng, will never forget your kindness!"

After a moment of quiet, a gentle breeze stirred along the mountain path.

A voice drifted from afar: "The world is a long and winding road; our meeting is fate. Saving you today is merely a favor I did."

"But since I have saved your lives, if I ever find out that you are doing evil like the other scoundrels of Zoroastrianism, I will personally take back the lives you owe me."

"Take care of yourself!"

After hearing this, Shi Bao looked at Wang Yin.

The fact that the other side pointed this out clearly indicates that they do not have a good impression of Zoroastrianism.

The group made a makeshift stretcher and carefully lifted Thirteenth Brother onto it.

"He exuded a murderous aura when he mentioned Zoroastrianism just now."

Wang Yin carefully put away his iron spear, his face still showing lingering fear.

"Just now, my younger brother was closest to him. The moment he heard our identities, his murderous aura, though faint, was still very real."

Shi Bao said, "That's right."

Deng Yuanjue, being rather straightforward, asked, "But did we upset him?"

Seeing that he was thinking off-topic, Wang Yin shook his head: "No! I guess either he has an old grudge against the Holy Sect, or—he is a righteous person to begin with, and it's only natural that he would harbor murderous thoughts upon seeing us 'demonic sect' disciples."

Deng Yuanjue sighed slightly: "What good is it if we stick to the doctrine for just one round? The Holy Church is no longer the Holy Church it once was."

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"Alas! Yan Beifeng and his gang of scoundrels disregarded the doctrines and committed countless evils, ruining the reputation of the Holy Church!"