Chapter 456 Who Are You?

"They're here... Heh, there are quite a few people here. Is this a crowd?"

Fang Bai's spiritual consciousness was fully dispersed, and he was able to detect movement within a range of nearly a kilometer. From a distance, he found hundreds of warriors rushing towards this side, and they were the disciples of "Yanyulou" headed by Wen Xiangxin .

"Yanyu Tower" dispatched so many disciples, in Fang Bai's view, it was Wen Xiangxin's murderous intent, and wanted to leave the lives of his master and apprentice in Xishan.

Fang Bai couldn't help sneering secretly, Wen Xiangxin had overestimated the strength of "Misty Rain Tower".

Although the "Misty Rain Tower" has an absolute advantage in terms of the number of people, but apart from Wen Xiangxin and a few Xuan-level fighters, what is the difference between the other "Yanyu Tower" disciples and a group of mobs?

Hundreds of "Yanyulou" fighters split into two groups when they were still about a thousand meters away from Feilai Peak. One path, led by Wen Xiangxin, continued to plunder towards Feilai Peak, while the other part spread out in all directions. .

Wen Xiangxin's purpose was to set up a net around Feilai Peak, so as not to give Fang Bai and Guishou a chance to escape.

The ghost hand stood up and followed Fang Bai's gaze to look towards the mountain road ahead.

Although the ghost hand still can't sense any fluctuations in warriors, he knows that his master Fang Bai's strength is far superior to his own, so he has no doubts about Fang Bai's words.

The arrival of the disciples of "Yanyu Tower" means that a big battle is coming, and the master said that he will watch the battle from the sidelines, and he is the protagonist.

Thinking of the tragic scene of the master's family being slaughtered that day, the blood in Guishou's body began to roar and boil, and his fighting spirit rose rapidly. The whole person's energy reached its peak at this moment.

"I'm going to deal with those shrimp soldiers and crab generals who want to surround us, and I'll leave it to you here! The disciples of the 'Misty Rain Building' who will appear in front of you in a while should be the people who participated in the massacre of your sect. To deal with these people, you don't have to Be merciful!"

As Fang Bai spoke, he stood up, tapped his toes on the stone pillar, leaped up into the air like a swallow, then stepped on the air, flew across a low mountain in the distance, and disappeared without a trace.

"Master's strength is really unpredictable!"

The ghost hand looked at Fang Bai who was flying away like a fairy, with a hint of envy and admiration in his expression, then he straightened his face and looked solemnly at the mountain road ahead.

At this time, he finally sensed the aura of more than a dozen warriors approaching rapidly, and all of them were mysterious warriors.

Wen Shiba, who was wriggling with difficulty in the snow, had already crawled far away, and hid behind a rock, with half of his head exposed, looking at the ghost hand in horror, fearing that he would suddenly rush over and kill him.

The ghost hand laughed mockingly, he was too lazy to talk to Wen Shiba, who was already a useless person.

On that day when the "Valley of Wanyao" was destroyed, Wen Shiba was also one of the participants. Although he only guarded the exit of "Valley of Wanyao" to prevent the disciples of "Valley of Wanyao" from escaping, and did not kill anyone, the ghost hand still did not spare him.

Although Wen Shiba's life was saved, his meridians and limbs were abolished by the ghost's hands, and he could only spend the rest of his life in bed.

For a martial artist, this blow was like death.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

The sound of clothes being ripped through the sky sounded one after another, and more than a dozen white figures appeared in the sight of the ghost hand, and in an instant they arrived at the open area in front of the stone pillar. They were the disciples of "Yanyulou" headed by Wen Xiangxin.

These dozen or so people are all Xuan-level warriors, and they are the core strength of the "Misty Rain Tower". They were the ones who joined hands with the two ancient martial arts sects Qingchengguan and Shaolin to destroy the "Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines".

"dad!"

Wen Shiba, who was curled up in the snow behind the rocks in the distance, saw Wen Xiangxin standing among a group of men in white shirts, and burst into tears, letting out a heart-piercing wail.

"eighteen!"

Wen Xiangxin turned his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw his son in a panic, he couldn't help being startled, and immediately jumped over.

"Eighteen, you are... what's wrong?"

Wen Xiangxin wanted to help his son up from the snow, but found that his limbs were limp and drooping, and he couldn't stand at all, so he asked in horror.

"Dad, my meridians...my limbs...have been abolished...I'm done...it's over..."

Wen Shiba put his head on his father's legs and wept loudly, wiping his father's trouser legs with snot and tears.

Wen Xiangxin was shocked when he heard this, and stayed there.

Wen Shiba is not only his only son, but also a martial arts genius born in the Wen family for a hundred years, and also Wen Xiangxin's candidate for the next building owner of "Yanyu Building".

It can be said that Wen Xiangxin placed great expectations on this son of Wen Shiba. He hoped that in the not-too-distant future, Wen Shiba would be able to inherit his own practice and lead the Wen family and the "Yanyu Tower" to rise to become a secular ancient The number one sect in the martial arts world has become an existence that everyone fears.

But now, this son whom he had placed high hopes on was actually abolished, and all his expectations were in vain. This blow to Wen Xiangxin was undoubtedly huge.

In an instant, Wen Xiangxin was filled with anger and hatred.

"Bastard! You bastard!"

Wen Xiangxin turned around suddenly, glared at the ghost hand with fire-breathing eyes, pointed at him and shouted sharply: "I followed your request and brought someone to the appointment on time. Why do you still want to hurt my son?"

"Why?"

The ghost hand was condescending, standing proudly, and said with a sneer, "You should ask me this question from the hundreds of undead in the 'Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines'!"

"You... who are you?"

Wen Xiangxin's body shook, and he took a step back involuntarily, looking at the ghost hand in horror.

"Who am I... Heh, I am the only disciple of the 'Wan Yao Valley' who escaped the catastrophe! I am also the fish who slipped through the net in the eyes of your three major sects! Wen Xiangxin, can't you think of it?"

The ghost hand's voice became louder and louder, like rolling thunder, exploding in the ears of Wen Xiangxin and others.

"One hundred and eight disciples of the 'Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines', we only found one hundred and seven corpses that day, so the one who escaped by chance was you! Very good... very good..."

Wen Xiangxin stared at the ghost hand with wide eyes, and suddenly burst into a long laugh, but his laughter was full of strong hatred and murderous intent.

"That day, the three major sects jointly attacked the 'Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines', and they agreed to kill them all without leaving any future troubles, but the Shaolin disciples thought that our killing was too serious, so they stopped and retreated halfway, otherwise how could you have escaped? Our 'Misty Rain Building' and 'Qingcheng Temple' sent disciples to chase and kill you, a fish that slipped through the net, but they have not been able to do so, and unexpectedly you sent them to your door!"

When Wen Xiangxin said this, his eyes shone sharply, and his whole body was like a sheathed sword, with an unparalleled aura, he walked step by step towards the stone pillar where the ghost hand stood.

(PS: Looking for all kinds of tickets!!!)