A gust of breeze blew by, and the rustle of dead leaves could be heard in the forest.
Behind the crown of one of the thick old trees, there was a vague figure swaying faintly.
If you don't know in advance that there are people there, even if you walk closer, it will be difficult to find someone hiding in the tree.
What's more, those who stay in the distance will not notice that there is someone hiding in the tree in the distance.
Gu Tian's bright eyes looked through the gaps in the leaves and looked at the crowd in the distance.
"Huh?"
Suddenly his eyes focused on a certain figure in the crowd, and he let out a soft sigh of surprise.
However, the sound was buried in the rustling of leaves and did not attract the attention of the group of people in the distance.
"Isn't that person Wantong?
Why is he here?"
Gu Tian looked at the figure carefully again, making sure that he had indeed recognized the wrong person, and thought to himself.
His brows knitted together slightly, and a strange look flashed across his face.
For Wantong, although he had hatred in his heart, he didn't want to fight to the death or eat his flesh and blood.
After all, Wantong had helped him twice before, but he was completely puzzled as to why Wantong framed him in the first place.
The two of them had no grudges at the time, but they almost caused his death in Youlin Mountains.
After his eyes stayed on Wantong for a while, Gu Tian withdrew his gaze and moved it to the figure in white in the center of the stars holding the moon.
Hidden in the tree, he could clearly hear the previous conversation with the white-bearded old man of the Biyun Sect in the crowd, but this was also thanks to the fact that he was an innate warrior and his five senses were more sensitive than those of a warrior in the Inner Strength Realm.
Otherwise, you may not be able to hear it so clearly from such a distance.
The cultivation level of the Holy Son of the Demon Sect in white clothes was immediately obvious to him.
He was also the only Earth Profound Realm warrior among the crowd.
The remaining people's cultivation level was only in the middle stage of Xiantian Stage, and there were even two among them.
This is just the cultivation of inner strength.
Gu Tian frowned and thought about it carefully.
He didn't understand what the Holy Son of the Demon Sect wanted to do when he brought these people to the gate of Biyun Sect, but he was sure that the other party was not here to attack the gate of Biyun Sect.
No matter how powerful the Demon Sect is, the power of just one Earth Profound Realm warrior cannot break the Biyun Sect's sect-protecting formation.
Otherwise, the Biyun Sect would not have existed in the Song Dynasty for so long and would still be a dominant family.
After a while, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect finally spoke, but his voice was as cold as the cold winter in the twelfth lunar month, penetrating into the bone marrow and making even the ancient sky shudder involuntarily.
"It's almost time.
You guys from the Biyun Sect should be arriving soon."
After saying that, he stood quietly where he was.
Not long after, it seemed that just as he said, several figures flew over from the direction of the Biyun Sect's peak, and stood next to the white-bearded old man one after another.
"Elder Bai, why did you summon us and even activate the sect-protecting formation?"
The red-faced man who arrived first asked the white-bearded old man in a rough voice.
"The Demon Sect is attacking."
Seeing someone coming, the white-bearded old man felt confident and pointed at a group of people not far from the mountain gate.
Several figures at the foot of the Biyun Sect's mountain gate looked in the direction pointed by the white-bearded old man.
When they found the young man in white standing at the front of the crowd, they all looked solemn.
"Mo Wuxin," the short old man standing to the left of the white-bearded old man shouted out to reveal the identity of the young man in white.
"What are you doing, Mo Wuxin?"
The red-faced man took a step forward and stood in front of everyone, Yuan Zheng yelled with angry eyes.
"No talent, I am none other than the Holy Son of the Holy Sect, Mo Wuxin."
Mo Wuxin opened the folding fan in his hand with a snap, placed it in front of him and swayed gently, looking handsome and free.
"Okay, okay, okay."
The red-faced man said several good words in succession, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he secretly said, "Since you are here, then stay."
As soon as he finished speaking, a muscular figure galloped out, rushed out of the mountain gate in an instant, and rushed in front of Mo Wuxin.
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The white-bearded old man on the side was not getting along well with each other, so he hurriedly shouted, trying to recall the red-faced man, but unfortunately the other man was too fast, and he and Mo Wuxin fought in an instant.
Everyone in the Demon Sect just stood aside and watched coldly, not helping, and had no intention of helping the Demon Sect's Holy Son Mo Wuqing.
On the other hand, Mo Wuxin had a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
He closed the folding fan in his hand, and then the fan bone struck the ape arm stretched out by the red-faced man.
The fan bone and the ape arm touched together like lightning, making a clear and melodious metal collision sound.
It can be seen that the red-faced man's arms have long been made into steel bones, and the bones of the folding fan in Mo Wuxin's hand are not made of ordinary bamboo strips, and should also be a treasure.
After the two collided for the first time, the red-faced man did not retract his arm, and Mo Wuxin did not retract the folding fan.
However, at the moment when they were separated, they immediately collided several times in succession, emitting a series of crisp notes.
Everyone in the Biyun Sect in the direction of the mountain gate breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the red-faced man was not at a disadvantage.
Only the short old man frowned with a worried look on his face, and at the same time muttered that something was wrong.
However, his voice was not loud, and everyone around him was focused on the red-faced man and Mo Wuxin who were fighting, and no one listened to what he said.
Even if someone heard one or two sounds, they didn't care.
After all, the two people fighting not far away seemed to be equally matched, and it was difficult to tell the difference for a moment.
For them, who knew the true strength of the red-faced man, they had some strange thoughts in their hearts.
They wanted to capture Mo Wuxin, the holy son of the Demon Sect, but they were worried that they would be thought to be bullying the minority, so they had to wait patiently.
The red-faced man and Mo Wuxin fought for about a quarter of an hour, but they still couldn't defeat each other.
As the energy in his body was consumed more and more, a layer of fine beads of sweat slowly overflowed on his forehead.
He knew in his heart that if he continued to consume like this, when all his true energy was gone, he would have to miss and be captured.
He raised his head and glanced at Mo Wuxin.
The other party was still waving the folding fan in his hand slowly, blocking his arm that he was afraid of hitting out, making it useless.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed his arm, retreated instead of advancing, and jumped out of the battle group with a backflip.
He was still staring at Mo Wuxin nervously, guarding against the opponent's sneak attack.
When they left the battle group, they found that Mo Wuxin not only did not take the opportunity to catch up, but instead folded his folding fan and looked at him quietly, the sneer on his face turning into disdain.
Mo Wuxin's face fell into the eyes of the red-faced man, which made him feel a surge of energy and blood, and his face turned red.
Unfortunately, he had a red face, and the surge of energy and blood only made him redder, making it difficult for outsiders to tell.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, he decided not to hold back any more and used the last resort.
Then he saw his hands in mid-air performing a series of moves in a seemingly regular manner.
Then he heard a roar, and a tangible dragon head formed by air waves rushed out from between his hands, opened its translucent mouth, let out a dragon roar, and rushed towards Mo Wuxin.
"No, go and save people."
The short old man in front of Biyun Zongshan's gate, when he saw the red-faced man opening his sword, he hurriedly shouted, and his short figure jumped out at the same time.
Behind him, several more figures appeared one after another and rushed forward, leaving only the white-bearded old man in charge of the Biyun Sect's sect-protecting formation.
Before the short old man could wait, he saw the big red-faced man soften, stagger back a few steps, and sit on the ground with a grunt.
Everyone who saw it knew that the red-faced man's internal energy had dried up and his body had temporarily lost strength.
The Demon Sect disciples brought by Mo Wuxin saw several people from the Biyun Sect's mountain sect rushing out.
They were no longer standing aside.
Everyone moved and surrounded them in a semi-arc, trying to capture the Biyun Sect's disciples.
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