Young White Horse: Born with a Poisonous Body and a Sword that Slays the Heroes

"He is only seventeen years old and has already reached the realm of Fuyao. If he can get guidance from a famous teacher, in time, it won't be a fantasy for him to achieve the Half-Step Divine Wandering!"

"Moreover, Baili Dongjun's potential is not inferior to that of his cousin Wen Yanzhao. If the two brothers can become successful together in the future, it will be a good thing for both the Baili Marquisate and the Wen family!"

Lei Mengsha said as he bowed to Baili Luochen, who was sitting at the main seat, and Baili Chengfeng, who was sitting next to the warm pot of wine.

Baili Luochen frowned and hesitated for a moment. After a while, he slowly spoke:

"I think what Master Zhuo Mo said makes sense, but I have been through a lot in my life, and I only have this one grandson. My only wish is to let Dong Jun be a happy and carefree person!"

"I guess my relative who lives far away in Lingnan probably has the same idea about his grandson Zhao'er as I do!"

Baili Luochen said with a kind smile on his face, looking at the warm pot of wine.

Wenhujiu also smiled and bowed to Baili Laohouye and said:

"What the Marquis said just now is very true. My old man made Zhaoer stay in Lingnan for more than ten years before reluctantly letting him follow me into the martial arts world!"

Wen Hujiu changed the subject and turned to Xiao Ruofeng and Lei Mengsha with a rather proud smile:

"If Zhao'er wants to learn martial arts, I, as his uncle who is at the Great Free and Easy Realm, am qualified to teach him a thing or two! What's more, he still has his grandfather! The same goes for Dongjun, he doesn't necessarily need to step out of this mansion to get guidance from a master... Young sir, what do you think?"

After saying the last sentence, Wenhujiu stared at Xiao Ruofeng with an oppressive look.

"I agree with what you said, senior. But you know there are always people better than you. What if Mr. Li from the academy teaches me personally?"

Xiao Ruofeng met the gaze of the man who was warming the pot of wine, neither humble nor arrogant. As soon as he said a word, everyone in the room was shocked!

People in Beili, or even the whole world, are all amazed when they hear the name of Mr. Li.

The immortal touches my head, and I am blessed with immortality

The only one who dares to call himself a banished immortal and the best master in the world who travels freely in the universe - Li Changsheng!

There was no conversation for a long while, until Lei Mengsha broke the silence:

"The school exam is coming soon, Lord, Senior Wen! Why not let Wen Yanzhao and Baili Dongjun go with us to Tianqi City? Mr. Li still has one last disciple to accept. Both of them are gifted and extraordinary talents..."

As soon as Lei Mengsha said this, everyone felt a surge of internal energy in the southwest of the mansion, and the true energy soared to the sky!

Moreover, this internal force is quite strange, like a volcano that suddenly found a breakthrough, it is extremely violent!

Everyone present here practices martial arts, and the lowest realm is above the Free Earth Realm, not to mention the God of Killer Baili Luochen in the Great Free and Easy Realm and the notorious Wenhujiu!

But no one dared to move until the old marquis in the main seat gave the order. At this time, Baili Luochen also looked out the window, but he was two or three miles away and there were houses and trees blocking his view, so he could not see anything.

Baili Luochen turned around and looked at his son Baili Chengfeng:

"Feng'er, take a team to check it out! If there are any martial arts masters fighting, that's fine. By the way, look for Dongjun and ask him to come back early!"

Baili Chengfeng stood up immediately after hearing this: "As you command, I'll set off right away!"

Then, he bowed to Xiao Ruofeng and Lei Mengsha and said, "You two should sit down for a moment. I'll be back soon!"

Baili Chengfeng returned to his room and changed into his usual armor. He summoned a centurion and led a dozen wind-breaking cavalrymen to the south of the city.

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South of Qiandong City, Boyue Mountain Training Ground

Baili Dongjun in Wen Yanzhao's arms had a flushed face and was breathing steadily.

He stretched out his hand to feel the meridians of Baili Dongjun, and found that his internal energy was just used up for a while, and there was nothing serious.

"Cousin, how is Dongjun?!"

Ye Dingzhi also flashed in front of Wen Yanzhao and asked with concern

"Dongjun is fine, just take a few days of rest! The sword technique just now almost drained all his internal energy."

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Wen Yanzhao said, holding the limp Baili Dongjun with one hand, and putting Bu Ranchen into the storage space with the other hand.

"Cousin, do you know that when Luosang City in Western Chu was captured, it was Grandfather Dongjun, Old Marquis Baili, who led more than 10,000 Pofeng troops to capture it! And on the top of the city, the Sword Immortal of Western Chu relied on this sword technique to fight against 9,000 Pofeng troops alone, and died in battle exhausted!"

Ye Dingzhi spoke in a clear voice, and his eyes showed an indescribable excitement. He then continued:

"I never thought that Dongjun would become the only successor of this peerless sword technique! It is really a blessing for swordsmen like me to see this today!"

Wen Yanzhao was not very interested in the sword song of Western Chu. He knew that Baili Dongjun's sword technique was passed down by the Confucian Immortal, but he could not easily say it in front of Ye Dingzhi.

"It is indeed a great blessing, but the problem at hand is... Dongjun has to carry it back again!"

Baili Dongjun, who was in Wen Yanzhao's arms, was already sleeping soundly, and even snoring slightly.

Seeing this, Ye Dingzhi's eyes rolled and he saluted:

"In that case, I'm sorry to trouble you, cousin. Ding Zhi will go ahead..."

After saying that, he ran away without looking back.

Wen Yanzhao was left holding the sleeping Baili Dongjun with one hand, his body disheveled in the wind...

Ye Dingzhi had just run less than a hundred steps when two old men with ferocious faces suddenly appeared in front of him!

One of them had a bald head, and the other had a French sword on his back. Both of them were much shorter than ordinary people, and they looked very strange.

Ye Dingzhi stopped instantly, gripped the Zhenwu Sword tightly in his right hand, and looked vigilantly at the two people less than ten feet in front of him!

"Wow! What day is it today? This kid is also born with a martial vein! Wu Tian, ​​look and see if the sun is setting from the east!"

Wufa, with a full beard, grinned at the bald Wutian standing with his hands behind his back.

"Humph! The more the better! This time the old sect master will surely succeed! No way, don't steal my credit, let me capture this young man!"

After the bald-headed Wutan with white eyebrows finished speaking, he gathered his internal energy in his hands, and a circle of deep blue and black true energy appeared in his palm, which became darker in color!

Ye Dingzhi naturally knew that the realm of the two people in front of him was far above his own! He vaguely heard the two of them talking about something like "natural martial veins" and "old sect master".

Seeing the bald old man's internal energy gathering, he knew that the situation was not good. But Wen Yanzhao was still supporting the unconscious Baili Dongjun behind him. He made up his mind and gritted his teeth and poured the internal energy of his right hand into it instantly!

"Qiang!"

The Zhenwu Sword was unsheathed, the ancient sword blade was sharp and sharp, and a sense of righteousness flowed through the sword body three feet away.

"No matter who you are, don't even think about harming Dongjun and my cousin! Unless you step over my dead body..."

Chapter 51 The Devil is Difficult to Deal with

As night falls, the Boyue Mountain reveals its rugged and lonely shadow under the last glimmer of red clouds.

The weeds under Ye Dingzhi's feet were two feet high. Facing two old demons of the Great Free and Easy Realm, even a talented young man like him could not help but be affected by the pressure from the other party's true energy.

"Little kid, are you going to fight with us? Interesting! Interesting~"

The figure of the white-browed, bald-headed Wutan seemed to come in front of Ye Dingzhi at the same time as his words. Ye Dingzhi only felt a black shadow in front of his eyes and then a palm hit him on the chest!

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Ye Dingzhi's mouth, and his body was knocked back by Wu Tian's palm...

Ye Dingzhi felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his blood was surging. He almost fainted!

Fortunately, he was prepared, and when the ghostly palm came at him, he blocked it with the Zhenwu Sword.

Otherwise, his sternum might be smashed to pieces by a blow from him.

"Dingzhi!"

In the dim night, Wen Yanzhao, who was about a hundred steps behind him, saw Ye Dingzhi suddenly fly backwards strangely and exclaimed

Then he gently placed the intoxicated Baili Dongjun beside an oak tree not far away, half leaning against the trunk.

After temporarily settling Baili Dongjun down, he shook his wrist and pulled out Chengying from the storage space and held it in his hand. With his Qi flowing under his feet, he flew to Ye Dingzhi's side in a few heartbeats.

"Wutian! Don't kill him with one palm! A dead natural martial vein is useless!"

Behind Wu Tian, ​​a man in a dark blue robe seemed unable to watch the show and said this:

Wu Tian smiled contemptuously upon hearing this:

"This kid is quite interesting. The sword in his hand is extraordinary and looks like it is from the Immortal Palace. Moreover, he even used the sword to block my palm power! Otherwise, humph, it would not be as simple as spitting out blood!"

Although his eyes were sharp, he saw Wen Yanzhao, who was dressed in white and holding a long sword, flash to Ye Dingzhi's side and hold him up.

So he reminded Wu Tiandao:

"He has helpers, be careful!"

How could Wutan be afraid of the young man in front of him? He was confident of his cultivation in the Great Free and Easy Realm and his decades of internal strength. There were not many people in the martial arts world whom he could look up to!

"I can't help it. How can you become more timid as you get older? What can two young boys who have just been weaned do to me?"

Wutan looked up to the sky and let out a long, strange laugh. As the laugh came out, he rushed to Wen Yanzhao's front less than ten feet away like a gust of wind!

"Poisonous roar for a hundred miles!"

Wen Yanzhao grabbed Ye Dingzhi with one hand and protected him behind him, then suddenly struck out at Wutan who was coming towards him!

The purple-black poisonous fog was thick and heavy, wrapping around Wutan's entire body!

When Ye Dingzhi was knocked away by Wutan's palm, Wen Yanzhao already knew that the comer had ill intentions. His realm must be much higher than Ye Dingzhi, otherwise how could he kill Ye Dingzhi, whose strength was already equal to that of the Ninth Heaven Realm, in just one move as soon as they met!

Wu Tian saw Wen Yanzhao's poisonous fog coming towards him, and his face was instantly filled with horror. He quickly retreated and slapped his palms twice in succession. The palm wind was like thunder, and finally the poisonous fog was dissipated.

"This kid is from the Wen family! Wu Tian, ​​be careful!"

Wu Wu, who was less than thirty steps behind him, exclaimed, took a few steps, and instantly came to Wu Tian's side.

"What a poisonous little creature! I almost fell into his trap!"

Wutan had a layer of white sweat on his back. Just now, Wen Yanzhao's poisonous roar came from a hundred miles away, and a very strange fragrance came towards him, and after the strange fragrance, there was a fishy and unpleasant stench!

The well-informed Wu Tian naturally knew that this was a deadly poison, so he spared no effort in the few palm strikes just now, and each palm strike was powerful.

"Cousin, the realm of the person coming is much higher than mine, take Dongjun and leave quickly! We are no match for the two of them."

Ye Dingzhi used his internal energy to check the meridians in his body and found that there was nothing wrong. He calmed himself down and said to Wen Yanzhao who was protecting him.

"Of course I know this. It seems that he used his strength to break up the poisonous palm just now. Are you okay?"

Wen Yanzhao frowned, knowing that Baili Dongjun's sword dance had just attracted the masters of the Tianwaitian forces.

"It seems that many causes and effects have been predetermined. Fortunately, only the two of them saw Xi Chu Jiange. To prevent any accidents, we have to kill them today. Otherwise, Zhenxi Marquis Mansion, you and I will be implicated!"