Old Wu is one of the right-hand men of Zhao Tai, the young leader of the White Dragon Gang. He is a martial artist in the early stage of the Soul Seizing Realm. With such a level of cultivation, he is not considered a weakling in the Jianghuai Mansion, and his status in the White Dragon Gang is also quite high.
The Yin Sha Palm is a top-grade yellow-level palm technique practiced by the leader of the White Dragon Gang, and only some of his close relatives can be taught it.
If an ordinary martial artist is struck by the Yin Evil Palm, and if the person who strikes is of a higher level of cultivation than him, there is almost no cure. Even if he does not die on the spot, he will be entangled to death by the true energy with the power of the Yin Evil!
But now, Murong Beihong, who was only a powerful martial artist, appeared alive in the White Dragon Gang. How could Old Wu not be surprised?
"Young Gang Leader, these two people want to see you, so I will bring them in."
The Bailong gang who led the way walked up to Zhao Tai and saluted respectfully.
Zhao Tai looked at Murong Beihong with a half-smile but not a smile: "Tell me, who treated your injuries?"
As soon as Murong Beihong saw this face, a faint anger surged in his eyes, but he knew that he was not qualified to speak at this moment. The person in charge today was Ning Yue!
Murong Beihong slowly stepped aside and said to Ning Yue respectfully: "Brother, this is the leader of the White Dragon Gang, Zhao Tai."
After saying that, he glanced towards Murong Huang, and he felt relieved when he saw that although Murong Huang was covered in injuries, his breathing was still relatively stable.
"I healed Beihong's injuries."
Ning Yue smiled, and when he saw there was a chair next to Zhao Tai, he sat on it. He also grabbed an iced fruit and bit it.
Zhao Tai was stunned, waved his hand to stop Lao Wu who was about to make a move, and looked at Ning Yue sideways and looked at him:
"There are only two boys in the Murong family. One is Murong Huang and the other is Murong Beihong. Who are you?"
"Oh, I am Murong Huang's fellow disciple."
Ning Yue smiled lightly.
After a pause, Ning Yue glanced at Murong Beihong, "Why don't you put your elder brother down?"
"oh!"
Murong Beihong nodded quickly and ran towards Murong Huang.
"Young Gang Leader!"
Old Wu's tone was gloomy and he looked at Ning Yue coldly.
"Something's wrong."
Zhao Tai narrowed his eyes and ignored Old Wu, letting Murong Beihong put Murong Huang down.
Murong Beihong also let the other two people go. He recognized that these two people were the fisherman father and daughter who were bullied by the Bailong Gang.
"Why are you back again?"
Murong Huang opened his eyes weakly and was surprised when he saw it was Murong Beihong.
"Brother, Brother Ning is here to make the decision for us."
Murong Beihong lowered his voice.
Brother Ning?
Murong Huang was slightly startled, and for a moment he didn't know who this brother Ning was. When he saw Ning Yue sitting next to Zhao Tai, his face suddenly became clear, and then his expression became very solemn.
"father……"
The girl was already awake when she was put down, and hid in the arms of her father who was also awake.
The middle-aged fisherman held the little girl with some fear and looked at everyone in front of him tremblingly.
Murong Beihong ignored them, but helped Murong Huang back to the shade of the tree.
"Young man, I haven't seen you for half a year, and when we meet again, you are hung on a tree. It's very embarrassing."
Ning Yue smiled.
A wry smile appeared on Murong Huang's face, "Who makes me inferior in skills?"
"Yes, in this world, if you are not as skilled as others, you will be bullied by others, just like me back then."
Ning Yue nodded slightly.
"Brother, stop pretending to be a ghost, right? Tell me what's going on. Let this guy go. If you don't give me a reason not to take action, you won't be able to leave here today."
Zhao Tai said with a faint smile.
Lao Wu has been patiently waiting beside him and wanted to take action, but he didn't get Zhao Tai's order.
"I have no background. I just came out of Jidao Academy."
Ning Yue smiled lightly and said, "I don't know many big shots in Jianghuai Mansion."
The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became very quiet.
From the gang members to old Wu Zhaotai, everyone was stunned.
After a few breaths, a forced smile appeared on Zhao Tai's face: "You said it is the Jidao Academy?
That was a place where princes and nobles stayed. How could ordinary people worship in there? If you were not an ordinary person, how could you know a small character like Murong Huang? "
"You are very smart and your thinking is quite clear."
Ning Yue looked at Zhao Tai and smiled: "I'm not using the Jidao Academy to pressure you, I'm just telling you my origin. If you want to seek revenge later, you might as well have a target, right? It's better than being a headless fly."
"Seeking revenge?"
Zhao Tai was slightly startled.
"Murong Huang is my brother, and Murong Beihong is his brother, so he is my brother.
Who had hit him before? That palm is life-threatening to a Strong Realm martial artist.
To deal such a heavy blow, since I'm here today, I can't be a mute and not let him vent, right? "
Ning Yue smiled lightly.
"It's me, how are you going to vent your anger on him?"
Lao Wu finally couldn't bear it anymore and said directly and coldly.
"I'll slap you too, slap for slap, it's fair."
Ning Yue said.
"Hahaha, little brat, give me a slap? Then come on, don't think I'm afraid of you just because you lied about your origins.
How many people are there in the Jidao Academy, and how big is the territory of Great Zhou?
There are only a few big shots in the entire Jianghuai Mansion who have connections with the Jidao Academy. Who would believe you if you say you are a disciple of the Jidao Academy? "
Old Wu laughed evilly and raised his fingers towards Ning Yue: "Come and beat me."
Ning Yue stood up and slapped Lao Wu on the chest.
He showed no mercy with this palm.
The terrifying power of five million kilograms directly exerted a terrible effect. Old Wu's body turned into a ball of blood mist with a bang!
It was already cool under the shade of the trees, but when Lao Wu's blood mist fell on Zhao Tai and others, they felt as if a layer of light frost had condensed on their bodies, and a penetrating chill kept pouring into their bodies.
The fishermen and their daughters hugged each other tighter under the scorching sun. They had never seen such a scene before, but they knew that Ning Yue's methods were probably better than those of the Bailong Gang. Otherwise, how could they dare to kill people in the Bailong Gang?
"You all heard it. He asked me to hit him, and I only slapped him once, one slap for another. Is that fair?"
Ning Yue smiled and sat back down.
Murong Huang's brother's eyes widened. Even they felt a hint of coldness in this hot summer.
A palm beats a person into a ball of blood mist. For them, this may be the first time they have seen it in their lives.
In the fourth realm of martial arts, true energy cannot penetrate the body, so no matter how high the cultivation level is, a life-threatening peak martial artist cannot do such a thing.
Zhao Tai's expression froze for a long time.
And his men were gradually becoming at a loss at this moment. They didn't know whether to take action or escape. In the end, they all stood there blankly.
After a long silence, Zhao Tai looked at Ning Yue and forced a smile on his face: "Brother, you are indeed a disciple of the Jidao Academy. Zhao Tai has offended many people before, so I hope you won't blame me."
