"Report!"

Outside the camp, a disciple of the Wulin League rushed in and reported: "You report to the leader of the camp, someone outside the camp asked for a meeting, claiming to be the elder of the Qingyang Sect, and ask the leader of the alliance to go out to greet him!"

Inside the tent,

Jiang Mu and a group of martial arts celebrities looked at each other in surprise.

Everyone looks at me and I look at you, wondering if they heard it wrong.

Yan Boqing suddenly opened his eyes, and a murderous aura burst out from his eyes under his pale hair. He said with some uncertainty: "What are you saying, say it again? Let the leader go out to greet him in person?"

The disciple of the Wulin League was stared at by a martial arts celebrity. He was so scared that he swallowed a mouthful of water and said, "Yes...yes, although that man is a Xianbei, he was speaking fluent Central Plains words. I heard it right. That's what he said!"

The tent became very quiet.

Everyone looked like they saw a ghost.

Lin Xianyu, who was squatting in the corner and wondering what he was trying to do, suddenly raised his head and said in confusion: "What's the origin? Brother Zibai, seniors, are you really sure that the other party is just the Qingyang Sect and not the Xianbei Royal Family? Such a big show, at least the sword immortal from the Western Shu Jiange came here in person, right?"

Jiang Mu looked at the surprised martial arts celebrities, then looked at Yang Xiche and said, "Yang Xuncha, are you sure that the only one who injured Elder Bai is the Qingyang Sect?"

Jiang Mu is a little uncertain now.

Not to mention the Qingyang Sect, even if the six lonely sects of the Xianbei Kingdom gathered together, it would not be so grand that the leader of the martial arts alliance would go out to greet him in person.

Yang Xiche also said in a daze: "I'm sure...!"

Jiang Mu smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Everyone, since the elder of the Qingyang Sect is so grand, let's go and meet him for a while. I am really curious. Where did he have such a high temperament?"

Heavy snow filled,

A thick layer of snow was accumulated on the tents, and the weapons in the hands of the disciples of the martial arts league who were patrolling seemed to be covered with ice.

Jiang Mu and his group walked out of the tent,

From a distance, I saw several Xianbei people standing outside the tent. Their appearances were very similar to those of the Central Plains people, but when compared, they could be distinguished, and their temperaments and images were still different.

The Xianbei people also saw Jiang Mu and his group, but they did not move. Waiting for Jiang Mu and his group to approach, the leading Xianbei people slowly stood up and said arrogantly: "Who are you Jiang Zibai?"

Jiang Mu wore a white velvet robe, gently took off his hood and said, "I am Jiang Zibai, you are going to see me, I wonder who you are?"

The middle-aged Xianbei man frowned and said, "I have just said that I am the elder of the Qingyang Sect of Xianbei. He Laiqi. Do you need me to say it again?"

Jiang Mu smiled slightly and said, "No, no, I wonder who you represent to find me?"

He Laiqi said unhappily: "Are you Han people so unaware of human words? I said that I am the elder of the Qingyang Sect, of course it represents my Qingyang Sect!"

"Oh, that's it," Jiang Mu nodded, then took a step back, waved his hand gently, and said, "Beat, fight to the death!"

He Laiqi was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "What did you say, you..."

"Bang"

Before He Laiqi finished speaking, a fist suddenly flew out. It was Lin Xianyu who had already seen him very upset. A fist that was as big as a sandbag hit He Laiqi's mouth, and his mouth was instantly bleeding.

"Rareless, what do you want to do?" He Laiqi was a little confused.

"Damn it, what are you doing? Of course I'm going to beat you up!"

Lin Xianyu cursed, stomped his feet, and flew up in the air, and threw it over with an uppercut. There was no real energy surging, nor any turbulence in vitality, just like an ordinary person fighting.

But just a simple fist made He Laiqi, whose cultivation level reached the innate realm, feel a sense of vigilance in his heart, and at the same time, he finds that he can't avoid it at all.

"Chain"

A sword light flashed, and He Laiqi's long sword was unsheathed,

He wanted to use his sword to block Lin Xianyu's fist, but the moment he drew his sword out of the sheath,

Another sword light appeared at the same time.

The wind and snow roll in the sky, the water vapor is surging, the white snow turns into black fog, a large area of ​​blackness,

"Chen!"

The two sword lights attacked each other, and the lights were dazzling, constantly bombarding each other, and then annihilated.

In that moment,

He Laiqi was frightened to find that the sword in his hand had actually disappeared.

However, he didn't see clearly who made the move, and he had no chance to find it, because at that moment, Lin Xianyu's fist fell down and hit his forehead.

"Buzz"

He Laiqi only felt a chaotic head, his eyes were dim, and countless stars emerged from the haze, and then he flew out and smashed hard on the snow.

Before he could get up from the snow, Linxianyu suddenly rushed over and rode directly on He Laiqi, arched left and right, and his two fists fell madly on He Laiqi like raindrops, and a "crackling" sound came out.

All this happened between the calcium carbide sparks.

The young disciples of the Qingyang Sect did not react at all. They woke up suddenly when He Laiqi was lying in the snow and screamed.

"Elder!"

Several disciples were shocked and hurriedly drew their swords and wanted to rush over to save He Laiqi.

However, they had just moved,

Nearly a hundred disciples of the Wulin League surrounded them, and the sound of pulling their swords out of the sheath one after another was like a curtain of streams washing away.

Surrounded by so many people,

Several Xianbei disciples confronted each other back to back.

"Leader, what should we do with these people?" asked the leading disciple of the Wulin League.

Jiang Mu glanced at the disciple, sighed, then shook his head and said nothing.

Seeing Jiang Mu's reaction, the disciple was a little confused.

At this moment, a martial arts celebrity suddenly knocked a hammer on the disciple's head, and said with great regret: "Why are you not smart at all, why are you asking the leader what to do? Do you still let the leader do it yourself for a few juniors?"

"oh!"

The disciple suddenly realized, raised his arms and shouted, "Boe, beat the smoke!"

More than one hundred disciples of the Martial Arts Alliance instantly turned into hungry wolves, rushing toward the group of Qingyang Sect disciples who looked like little sheep.

For a moment, wailing everywhere.

At this moment, He Laiqi, who was beaten by Linxianyu, finally found an opportunity and shouted: "Jiang Zibai, you can't treat me like this. You are setting an enemy for you, do you know? You will regret it, you will harm the Wulin League, you..."

"You you you... Damn coins!"

Lin Xianyu grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into He Laiqi's mouth, punched again, and said viciously: "If you get beaten, just be quiet!"
Chapter completed!