Jianghu I am the only one

Chapter 110 The Wuhen Cave
When Ouyang Ye came down the mountain path, he didn't walk fast. He could vaguely hear Pan Renjun's scolding behind him, and couldn't help showing a thoughtful expression.

Before that, he was more inclined that Pan Renjun was ordered by Qu Tiange or PY Lan beforehand to deliberately provoke him, and the purpose was nothing more than to test his martial arts.

After all, the Shenmu Gang has risen too fast, and it is on the side of the Wushan faction. Even Babei was originally under the influence of the Wushan faction. It is absolutely false to say that the Wushan Party has no idea about the rise of the Shenmu Gang.

If during this trial, the Wushan faction finds out that he, the leader of the Shenmu Gang, has just that kind of martial arts, it is very likely that they will take tough measures to expel or subdue the Shenmu Gang, or even directly eliminate the Shenmu Gang.

But based on the reactions of Qu Tiange and other Wushan sect disciples present after Pan Renjun was severely injured by him, I am afraid that things are not all as he imagined.

Qu Tiange did intend to indulge Pan Renjun to insult him, but Pan Renjun is probably really the kind of person who is proud of his favor and doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

Therefore, Qu Tiange may not have used his hand to teach Pan Renjun a lesson.

It's just that Qu Tiange probably didn't expect that he could win so easily and severely injured Pan Renjun with one punch.

Speaking of this brief fight, Pan Renjun certainly underestimated the enemy, but his strength was just that - he was considered a fourth-level expert, but his true energy was obviously not as pure and deep as Liu Hongyu's; But lower.

Combining all these reasons, Pan Renjun was defeated by him with a single punch.

With Pan Renjun's strength, then the strength of the remaining two true disciples of the Wushan School should be between Pan Renjun and Liu Hongyu. Even if they surpassed Liu Hongyu, they should not be much higher.

At the same time, Ouyang Ye also had a more accurate understanding of his own strength.

Although his internal energy training is still at the level of the small heavenly circle, because "Hunyuan Xiantian Gong" belongs to a very high-level qi training method, the quality of his true energy should be comparable to that of the general big heavenly circle.

If we add his physical strength added by the iron cloth shirt and golden bell cover, his internal strength is likely to be stronger than the general true energy level of the Great Zhoutian level.

As for who is better than PY Lan, he hasn't even seen PY Lan's face, let alone hands-on, so he can't make a guess.

To sum up, he "visited" the Wushan faction during this trip. Although he didn't even enter the mountain gate, he did check some information.

First, there was obvious discord within the Wushan faction; second, the strength of the Wushan faction's true energy disciples was quite mediocre.

"Wushan faction?" Ouyang Ye couldn't help but stop when he reached the foot of the mountain, looking back at the looming pavilions and palaces on the top of the mountain, he couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling, "It's all about being strong outside."

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A traceless hole.

This was originally a natural karst cave, which was changed by PY Lan 20 years ago as a retreat for "practice", and it was named after the meaning of "spring dream without trace".

Unlike outsiders' imagined and rumored nightly singing and singing, PY Lan is very particular about "practice", and only chooses noon of the day to practice the method of gathering yang and nourishing yin.

Because she feels that the yang energy is the heaviest at noon in the middle of noon, and the effect of picking up yang and nourishing yin is the best, and it is most in line with the natural way of heaven and earth.

Pan Renjun had someone help him back, and asked a person who knew the medical skills in the sect to initially treat the internal injury and deal with the broken phalanx. It was exactly in the noon, so he had to endure the burning fire of hatred in his chest until noon passed, and then he arrived at the Wuhen Dongkou asked to see PY Lan.

"Master let you in." A tall but skinny man walked out as if stepping on cotton, and said to Pan Renjun with a lack of breath.

His tone was cold, and he looked at Pan Renjun with complex emotions such as jealousy, hatred, and fear.

Pan Renjun sensed it, but he didn't care about it, and even enjoyed the gaze a little in his heart.

He knew that these men named PY Lan's servants were actually cauldrons, and most of them were willing, or slaves who had fallen into PY Lan's "beauty" and couldn't extricate themselves.

They are jealous that he is favored by PY Lan and can resist PY Lan's temptation, and they are jealous that he can become PY Lan's true disciple.As for hatred and fear, it was because most of these people were captured by him.

Walking into Wuhen Cave, Pan Renjun immediately smelled a lingering strange fragrance.

He took a deep breath, and immediately felt that a certain idea was about to move, he didn't deliberately suppress it, but his thoughts were not disturbed by it - this is his talent.

This is witch incense, which has a mild aphrodisiac effect. Most people don't notice any difference when they smell it for the first time. When they feel something is wrong, most of them will be controlled by that thought and cannot extricate themselves.

Think about it, staying in the cave filled with this fragrance every day, how could these men not fall into the "beauty" of PY Lan?

As far as Pan Renjun knew, few of these men could live past three years.

This is because PY Lan is very "kind" to send them nourishing medicinal meals every day, and let them go into the cave to serve in batches and take turns to rest.

But no matter how strong they are before they are captured, they will become thin and old within three years, and the only thing among them that will not become weak, or become stronger as their bodies weaken, is probably the ability to serve PY Lan.

The Wuhen Cave is covered with pink veils, layered upon layer, and there is a gurgling stream, coupled with the curling of incense, it feels like a fairy cave.

And for some men who have already indulged in PY Lan's beauty, this place is indeed a "fairy cave".

After turning nine turns, he came to the depths of Wuhen Cave, in a wide cave hall with an open-air entrance, and Pan Renjun saw a big bed cut out of jasper.

Although there was a veil around the big bed, it didn't cover the big bed, so Pan Renjun saw the woman lying on her side on the jasper bed with her hand resting on her chin, gazing at him with water-like eyes.

The woman's black hair was like a waterfall, loosely tied into a bunch and stretched back from her head.

Her complexion is snow-white, like creamy fat, and her figure is plump and plump, giving people the impression that water can be squeezed out with just a pinch.

Her face was charming and delicate, even giving people the feeling of a painting, but because of this, she looked a bit less like a mortal, and more like a banshee.

Yes, as long as the mind is really clear, they will only think that PY Lan is a banshee, not the legendary Wushan goddess.

This banshee is the leader of Wushan School, PY Lan.

"Jun'er, you're here~" PY Lan smiled and waved to Pan Renjun.

The smile made her face sway like the surface of water, making her seem more beautiful and hazy.

Her voice is the kind of extremely mature, charming, and mellow female voice. When an ordinary man hears it, he will feel his mind fluttering and even short of breath.

But Pan Renjun was not affected at all, he went directly to Biyu's bedside and knelt down, then tears flowed out like a gate, raised his hands wrapped in gauze, and cried: "Master, you want to make the decision for Jun'er, woo woo woo..."

"What's wrong?" PY Lan sat up all of a sudden, her agility didn't match her plump body at all.

Pan Renjun was crying and said: "Today, Ouyang Ye, the head of the Shenmu Gang, came to see him. I will go with Uncle Qu to meet him. On the way, Uncle Qu had told me to make excuses after meeting Ouyang Ye. Try his hand."

"Then the disciple did as he instructed. Unexpectedly, Master Qu not only did not stop the disciple when he was defeated by Ouyang Ye, but also let Ouyang Ye go away! Master, the disciple was seriously injured by Ouyang Ye. But the damage to the Wushan faction’s majesty is a serious matter! Tell me, how could Uncle Qu do this? Besides, this is what he told his disciples in advance... The disciple is really kind, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ··”

As he spoke, Pan Renjun cried even harder, like a wronged daughter-in-law.

PY Lan hurriedly and tenderly took Pan Renjun's head into her arms, and comforted her like a child: "Good boy, don't cry, Master will uphold justice for you, okay?"

Pan Renjun raised his head, looked at PY Lan eagerly, and said, "Master, you must mean what you say?"

PY Lan smiled and said: "Don't worry, when will Master's words mean nothing? That's all right, you go back and take a good rest, Master will call your Uncle Qu to reprimand him when he turns around, and then he will teach Ouyang Ye a lesson for you." You vent your anger."

"Master, this disciple is not here to vent his anger, but to restore the prestige of the Wushan School." Pan Renjun hastily emphasized.

"Okay, okay, it's to restore the dignity of our Wushan faction, okay?"

They are obviously two adults, but they talk like a mother and a child. If ordinary people see this scene, they will definitely feel unacceptable, even disgusting.

But the men around the jasper bed all showed jealousy when they saw it, and even their expressions were a little distorted.

After Pan Renjun left Wuhen Cave, PY Lan lay down on the Jasper bed as before, with a lazy expression on his face, as if he didn't take what Pan Renjun said just now seriously.

"Xiao Li, come and rub my sister's legs." After lying down, PY Lan beckoned to the side.

A tall and strong man immediately climbed onto the jasper bed with a happy face, knelt on the bed and rubbed PY Lan's legs excitedly.

Enjoying the service of rubbing her legs, PY Lan made a move and said: "Da Li, Xiao Qin, you can send Xiao Zhao to Wuyouyuan."

"Yes!" Two more strong men responded, and then they walked towards a skinny man with thinning gray hair.

The man plopped down on his knees, kept kowtowing and begging, "Master, don't send me to Sansouyuan, I'm still useful, I can still hold on..."

However, PY Lan seemed to be deaf and ignored him at all.

The two strong men easily picked up the skinny man and dragged him out of the cave.

It was also at this time that some of the other men in Wuhen Cave showed fear and a little clarity in their eyes.

They basically knew what kind of place Wuyouyuan was - PY Lan didn't like men dying on her body, so when the vitality of the cauldron was about to be exhausted, she would be sent to Wuyouyuan to wait for her death.

Their appearance of death is the same as that of ordinary old men, and outsiders will not see any abnormalities.

No one will come to pay homage to them, and their corpses can only fall into the belly of wolves in the deep mountains, becoming lonely ghosts.

Xiao Li, who was rubbing PY Lan's legs, was more gentle, his face was no longer so excited, and his expression became more focused. It seemed that he really only wanted to rub PY Lan's legs.

PY Lan didn't care about these changes in the thoughts of the cauldron, and waved again: "Xiao Chen, go and ask the disciples outside to pass a message, asking Elder Qu to come to my place."

"Yes, master."

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