Chapter 111 The Threat of the Gray-Robed Old Man

The grey-robed old man glanced at the two people and the ape opposite him, put his sleeves behind his back, his face darkened, and said in a bad tone: "Where did you come from, you remnants, swaggering in the city!"

Seeing the other party's aggressive posture, the two people felt nervous.

"This senior, I don't think we have met before. We are on the other side of the Tongtian Avenue. Why are you so aggressive?" Bai Muhua asked carefully.

"My senior brother is right. First, we are not surnamed "Yu", let alone the remnants you mentioned. You must have recognized the wrong person because of your old eyes. Second, you said that the two of us swaggered in the city, but I think you are more swaggering than us. If you want to fight, just come on." Bai Mujin's good mood of thinking about meeting Xu Yang was suddenly ruined by the grey-robed old man in front of him, and a burst of anger rose in his heart.

"Where did you come from, you wild girl, so ignorant of etiquette, dare to speak rudely to adults." A middle-aged male cultivator with a straight nose and square cheeks behind the grey-robed old scholar put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, stepped forward, and said loudly.

"Hmph!" Bai Mujin snorted coldly and ignored him. She secretly sneered in her heart, saying that he was just a running dog. A good woman would not fight with a dog.

The middle-aged male cultivator turned his head and whispered to the gray-robed old man respectfully: "Sir, let the three of us capture these two ignorant little thieves and present them to you."

The other two male cultivators in Confucian costumes standing behind the gray-robed old man each held a green steel sword in their hands, eager to try.

"Back off!" The gray-robed old man waved his hand and said.

"I obey your order!" The middle-aged male cultivator heard the words and stood back behind the old man respectfully.

The gray-robed old man put his hands behind his back, raised his head and took two steps forward, and asked: "Do you know where this place is?"

"We two got lost and didn't know where this place came from?" Bai Muhua answered simply.

The gray-robed old man heard this and showed a strange smile on his face. He continued, "It seems that you two have mistakenly entered this world. This place is called "Xiaoxianjie". It is a unified area of ​​​​Confucianism. Before, someone had mistakenly entered this place, but no one could get out of here. Now, you have only two choices."

"Which two choices?"

"One is to give up your previous sect and beliefs, join Confucianism, and contribute your own strength to the development of my Xiaoxianjie. The second is to be hunted down by the Confucian monks of the entire Xiaoxianjie until you are killed."

The gray-robed old man's words were as cold as a knife, stabbing the hearts of the two, naked threats.

"Your Excellency means that we two brothers and sisters should surrender to you, otherwise you will kill us?"

"That's right! This is also a leniency for me. Now is the time when Xijun City needs people. In the past, you two would have been two corpses." The gray-robed old man said contemptuously.

"This?" Bai Muhua frowned, hesitated for a moment, and did not answer immediately.

Bai Mujin grew up with two senior brothers. The two senior brothers obeyed her and never scolded her. Although Master Su Li was very strict with her on weekdays, he never allowed outsiders to bully his apprentice. Bai Mujin developed a personality of being obedient to others. She would probably agree if she agreed, but she would never agree if she disagreed.

"This old man, I just heard your subordinates call you "Salted Fish" (homonymous with Xianyu). I didn't expect your name to be so unreasonable, and your words were even more unreasonable. The conditions you put forward are simply robbery. You look like you are well-read. What's the word, clothing--"

Before Bai Mujin could say the four words "beast in clothing", the gray-robed old man's face turned cold, stretched out his arm, spread his five fingers, and an invisible big hand covered him.

Bai Mujin felt as if his neck was suddenly strangled by a thick hemp rope, and he felt short of breath.

The silver-backed giant ape "Hou Da" behind him saw his master being bullied by others, roared to the sky, showing his fierce teeth, and was about to rush out of the formation, but was stopped by Bai Mujin with a hand.

"Senior, please show mercy!" Bai Muhua was worried about the safety of his junior sister, and shouted anxiously.

Although the gray-robed old man and Bai Mujin were only a gap in realm, from the simple hand-raising just now, it can be seen that the gap in strength between the two sides is like a cloud of mud. In the way of cultivation, the higher the realm of cultivation, the greater the gap between each realm. The True Dan realm is a realm that most cultivators can't reach. It is a very difficult threshold for every cultivator to cross the True Dan realm after forming a Dan. Successful formation of Dan means a change of fate. Not only will the cultivator's life span increase significantly, the strength of the technique will increase sharply, but more importantly, the status and treatment will change dramatically. A cultivator in the True Dan realm will be an important elder in a small sect in the Northern Territory, and will become a core disciple that the sect focuses on cultivating in a large sect such as Tiangui Sect and Yudao Sect.

The five fingers that the gray-robed old man stretched out loosened.

"Ahem!" Bai Mujin coughed violently, her eyes full of resentment and a hint of instinctive fear. The original anger was also suppressed by this grab, and she snorted and stopped talking. She naturally understood in her heart that the problems in the world of immortal cultivation could not be solved by verbal disputes alone, and the big fists were the hard truth.

"I'll give you two a moment to consider the two choices I mentioned. I don't have time to play with you here." The gray-robed old man said coldly.

Bai Muhua hurriedly walked up to Bai Mujin and asked, "Junior sister, are you okay? How about..."

After the two whispered to each other for a few words, Bai Muhua said loudly: "Thank you for your respect, of course we will choose to surrender."

"Very good, a man of insight is a hero!" The gray-robed old man looked satisfied.

"But?"

"But what?" the gray-robed old man asked impatiently.

"There is another friend of ours who entered this small world with the two of us. We want to find this friend first, and then go to you together. How about that?"

At this moment, behind a boulder not far from the few people, a golden ripple flashed, as if something quietly entered the boulder. Everyone present, including the gray-robed old man, did not notice this subtle change.

After hearing this, the gray-robed old man thought in his heart, there is another person? Could it be that the two little ghosts are playing tricks on me? It seems that they can't be convinced without some tough measures.

"Negotiate with me? As long as each of you can take my palm, I agree to give you five days to find your friend."

"You! You are obviously bullying me!" Bai Mujin said unconvinced.

"Did I bully you? It was you two who insisted on negotiating with me, so of course you have to pay some price." After the gray-robed old man finished speaking, his eyes swept coldly, revealing his fierceness.

"Senior, you don't know that my junior sister suffered internal injuries not long ago and has not recovered yet. If you insist on doing this, I am willing to take two palm strikes from you alone." Bai Muhua said.

The gray-robed old man glanced at Bai Muhua and said, "Okay! Since you are willing to bear the consequences alone, I will give you two palm strikes."

"Senior brother, be careful."

"Don't worry, I believe I can still survive these two palm strikes." Bai Muhua has a special physique, and his ability to resist blows and recover far exceeds that of ordinary monks of the same level. He is confident that he can still survive this disaster. No matter what, he must not let his junior sister who has not recovered from the injury get hurt again.

Bai Muhua walked to the side for more than ten steps, straightened his chest, spread his right hand in front of him, and said loudly: "Senior, please take action!"

The gray-robed old man smiled contemptuously, raised one arm, and quickly raised his magic power and injected it into his palm. A gray wind ball the size of a walnut in the palm of his hand kept spinning "squeaking", and turned into the size of a fist in an instant, and the spiritual power in the surrounding void was churning.

The grey-robed old man raised his palm and slapped it downwards. In the blink of an eye, a grey palm shadow of a foot in size appeared out of thin air. It was more like a storm in the shape of a palm than a palm shadow. The pressure contained in the storm was rolling and enough to crush a small mountain.

Bai Muhua naturally understood the gap between himself and his opponent. Even if he blocked two palms, he would be seriously injured. He did not dare to neglect it. He shook his shoulders and four spider arm guns were born at the same time, ready to take the palm.

Just before the grey-robed old man slapped his palm, a clear and loud voice came from the air.

"The little fairy is here!"

Before the voice fell, a golden figure with fire wings on its back flashed like a ghost and blocked Bai Muhua.

The person who came was none other than Xu Yang, who had just hidden behind a boulder not far away.

Xu Yang flipped his right palm and slapped it with a "snap". A ghost claw of a foot in size suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The five fingers of the earth-gold ghost claw are as sharp as blades, and the short and thick green ghost hairs on each finger are clearly visible. There is a huge golden Buddhist Sanskrit font in the center of the claw, shining with golden light. Even more bizarre is a ghost baby that is only the size of a goose egg, with a pair of flesh wings on its back and a pair of sharp horns on its head, grinning and baring its teeth, dragging a slender earth-gold flame tail behind it, swimming on the surface of the huge ghost claw.

Xu Yang's palm is a move called "Flame Spirit Palm" recorded in the Five Elements Flame Art. This move consumes a lot of mana and is extremely powerful.

This is the first time to use this move, and in front of a True Dan Realm strongman, Xu Yang naturally has no reservations. Except for the Nirvana True Flame Spirit Power of Ah Zhu who is still sleeping and cannot be blessed temporarily, the Golden Crow Buddha Flame Spirit Power and the Wheel Flame Spirit Power are used together.

"Boom!"

The gray palm wind is powerful and heavy, and the golden palm wind is weird and tricky. The two collided, and the gray or golden spiritual power that was torn at the edge made a harsh "squeaking" sound, and the core of the collision aroused countless electric snakes.

After a moment, it seemed that the gray palm print was better. The surging gray storm stirred the world, and the golden palm print was like a golden dragon trapped in the gray storm. Although it struggled hard, its figure gradually disappeared in it.

Seeing this, the gray-robed old man narrowed his eyes and smiled, and he was quite proud of his "Storm Handprint".

At this moment, a golden light could be vaguely seen in the center of the gray palm print. Then, a number of golden spiritual flames only an inch in size began to appear on the edge of the gray palm print. The jumping golden spiritual flames were burning and consuming the energy on the gray palm print. As wisps of green smoke rose, the gray palm print gradually became smaller.

Suddenly, with a "puff", the palm of the gray palm print seemed to be pierced by something, and a golden ghost baby with double horns and a round head opened its mouth and swallowed the gray palm print in big mouthfuls.

Then, with a "bang", the originally powerful gray palm print suddenly exploded, and then turned into a large piece of gray mist and dissipated in the void.

The golden palm print that was originally wrapped by the gray palm print appeared intact, like an angry golden dragon, rushing towards the gray-robed old man.