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"I'm Zhao Wujiang." Zhao Wujiang's tone was gentle. As a guest, he did not overpower:
"I have an appointment with the saint Yang Miaozhen."
"Are you Zhao Wujiang?" Liu Jicang's eyes were cold and he said coldly:
"If you don't want to die, just roll down the mountain."
"Are you the sect leader or elder?" Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows.
Liu Jicang said in a deep voice:
"I am the Holy Son of the Human Sect!"
"Aren't the elders at home?" Zhao Wujiang said calmly.
Liu Jicang naturally understood what Zhao Wujiang meant. The elders were all here and it was not his turn to dictate.
His martial arts energy is surging, and his momentum is overwhelming and full of anger:
"Forcibly break into the gate of Renzong, provoke the Holy Son of Renzong, and despise the power of Renzong. Even if this Holy Son captures you, you have nothing to say!"
"boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Jicang flew backwards, bumped into many disciples standing behind him, and fell into the sect hall, with blood gushing out from his mouth and nose.
"The elders are not at home, so please restrain yourself." Zhao Wujiang said calmly and roughly knew where this person's hostility came from, but it didn't matter, he would take action.
The other disciples took a breath of cold air. They did not expect that in just one face-to-face meeting, they did not see clearly how Zhao Wujiang acted, and Liu Jicang, the saint's son with a high level of cultivation, was knocked away.
And they could see that if this place was not the Renzong Mountain Gate, and the man named Zhao Wujiang was out of respect or fear, the Holy Son would probably be disabled now.
Is this the man named Zhao that the saint said?
How can your cultivation be so strong? It's obvious from his voice that he is still young, and with such a level of cultivation at such an age, he is simply more powerful than Zhang Xiaoguo of Tianzong.
If Zhang Xiaoguo had made a move just now, even if Liu Jicang was knocked away, they would at least be able to see the traces of the move.
The disciples were shocked. Seeing Zhao Wujiang slowly walking towards the hall, they all backed away in fear.
Liu Jicang's mouth and nose were filled with blood, and he looked horrified. He didn't expect that Zhao Wujiang would just casually hit him. With such a level of cultivation, let alone crushing him with one hand, even if he was given six more hands, he wouldn't be able to defeat him. .
His heart was overwhelmed with pain, and he couldn't understand why Zhao Wujiang was so powerful. Although he was about the same age as him, he was much stronger than him.
Seeing Zhao Wujiang getting closer and closer, his expression gradually became frightened. He had just provoked Zhao Wujiang many times, and even tried to force Zhao Wujiang to win, but was retaliated against. Looking at Zhao Wujiang like this now, he was afraid He won't give up.
Three veteran Taoists flew over. The first one looked angry, while the other two were surprised and shocked.
They were the elders of the sect, headed by the third elder, Liu Jicang's master. They were originally watching from the back of the palace, allowing Liu Jicang to suppress Zhao Wujiang.
But when Zhao Wujiang injured Liu Jicang as soon as he took action, they immediately couldn't sit still.
"Master, this son wants to kill his disciple, and he doesn't take your old man seriously." When Liu Jicang saw the person coming, he immediately became energetic and wanted to rip off Zhao Wujiang's skin.
"Zhao Wujiang, what kind of crime should you be guilty of injuring the Holy Son of our sect without authorization in the Renzong sect?" The third elder glared angrily, his Taoist robes showing no wind.
Zhao Wujiang had wind flowing from his hands, and he smiled gently and said:
"Obviously the elders are all here, but the Holy Son makes the decision privately. He obviously doesn't take the elders of the sect seriously. I'm just teaching you a lesson for such scoundrels who don't respect their teachers."
"You!" The third elder was furious, staring at Zhao Wujiang's weird bronze mask, and said angrily:
"Your face is covered with bronze and you dare not show your true face to others. Come to our sect. The Holy Son is worried that you harbor evil intentions and bring harm to our sect, so he wants you to come down the mountain. What's the problem?"
"Then just let me take off the mask, but he repeatedly said disrespectful words and wanted to forcefully attack me." Zhao Wujiang's eyes flashed with golden light:
"And you allowed him to act like this and fueled his arrogance?"
"boom!"
A majestic aura swept through the entire hall, and Zhao Wujiang struck out with a palm. There were crisscross lines in his palm, and the wind of the palm seemed to shatter mountains and rivers.
