The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 273 Feng Shui Transforms into a White Dragon Blocking the Road
With one palm of Wan Zhaohua's hand, a strong gust of wind covered the sky and the sun, and came to kill with unparalleled force, enough to kill a Yin Shen master on the spot!
"Humph!"

But Wan Zhenhai seemed to have expected it. He just smiled contemptuously, without dodging or evading, raised his arm high, and punched out to meet the opponent's fierce palm wind.

Boom——

Like a loud thunderclap, the surging air waves instantly spread out in all directions, causing mud and sand to roll back and the ground to collapse.

Before the curtain of mud, sand, earth and rocks could be swept away, the two figures disappeared again and collided with each other again.

Boom—boom—boom—boom—

Fists and feet collided more than a dozen times in an instant, thunders were as dense as drumbeats, and the fight was evenly matched.

Even Old Man Mo, who was retreating rapidly with Yu Jiaolong, was startled. Although Wan Zhaohua was a Yin God, with the help of many factors, his strength was comparable to that of a veteran Yang God like Wan Zhenhai!
The two men retreated for a while, and only stood still when they were a hundred feet away.

"What are they?"

Yu Jiaolong also came back to her senses at this time, staring blankly at the two people fighting in the distance.
"What else could it be? Wan Zhenhai will definitely not allow anyone to know about today's incident. Wan Zhaohua also understands this, so he wants to take the initiative!"

Old Man Mo sneered and replied that these two guys had ulterior motives.

Wan Zhenhai needs Wan Zhaohua to create fog to cover up everything happening on the mountain. As long as he kills him and Yu Jiaolong, the throne of King of Yue will be in his hands.

Although Wan Zhaohua completely lost his inheritance qualification after this incident, he was also an insider. Wan Zhenhai certainly would not let an insider who posed a threat to him live.

Wan Zhaohua also needs Wan Zhenhai's help to kill Wang Zhengde and sever the relationship between master and disciple. After that, Yu Jiaolong will have the strength to kill him easily.

The two of them had a relationship of mutual benefit. Now that Wang Zhengde is dead, neither side has any value to each other anymore, and a fight is foreseeable. It won't be too late to kill Yu Jiaolong after dealing with the enemy in front of them!

"Ignore them, let's go first. Their goal is to kill you, so of course we can't fulfill their wish!"

After hearing this, Yu Jiaolong gave him a cold look and flew down the mountain with Old Man Mo.

"Want to run?"

In an instant, the eyes of Wan Zhenhai and Wan Zhaohua, who were fighting fiercely, moved.

Wan Zhaohua sneered and stamped his feet slightly, and the white mist in the sky rippled like water waves.

"Ok?"

Old Man Mo and Yu Jiaolong, who were flying at a high speed, immediately felt a sense of alarm in their hearts as they saw the white fog that was gradually thinning in front of them suddenly condense.

Roar--

In an instant, the mist turned into a dragon, condensed into a white dragon, and opened its mouth to let out a dragon roar that reached the sky.

The sound waves spread instantly and reached the plains below the mountain, causing every warrior to feel horrified.

It was seen that the Wujiantang Yangshen realm killer did not leave, but waited at the foot of the mountain.

Hearing the dragon's roar, his face suddenly darkened: "Feng Shui transforming into a dragon? This is not magic, the ground veins have been tampered with!"

On the top of the mountain, there was a white dragon that was fifteen meters long and two meters wide, exuding majestic and vast power.

The dragon's head was majestic, its whiskers drooped, its scales were shiny, and a heavy, majestic, terrifying aura like a thousand-foot-high mountain pressed down on the two men's hearts.

Yu Jiaolong was shocked and her eyes were dazed.

"wake up!"

Seeing this, Old Man Mo hurriedly shouted to wake her up, and the next moment, the white dragon stretched out its claws and killed the two of them.

Facing this claw that was packed with tremendous force and murderous intent, Old Man Mo's face turned cold. He rushed up and threw a punch.

boom--

Immediately, golden light broke through the air, fists and claws collided, and a terrifying wave of air swept over, causing Yu Jiaolong to retreat continuously.

Seeing the two men and a dragon fighting in front of him, his heart became extremely solemn and horrified.

"Feng Shui turns into a dragon. A Yangshen realm white dragon will be born with a stomp of the foot. There is something wrong with the ground veins of this mountain!"

No matter how ignorant she was, she still had some common sense about the mysteries of heaven, feng shui and numerology.

Just like Wan Zhaohua did before.

After the altar is opened, the power of the earth veins turns into white mist, weakening the connection between the enemy and the universe, and increasing one's own strength to the Yang God realm.

Although it is jaw-dropping, it is still within the scope of normal magic.

But it was a bit unrealistic for Wan Zhaohua to summon a Yangshen Realm white dragon to kill the enemy while he was still fighting fiercely with Wan Zhenhai. Wan Zhaohua, or Zhen Yunzi, why was he so awesome?
But Yu Jiaolong had no time to think about this problem and could only retreat quickly to avoid the range of the fight between the two people in the field.

But there was a man and a dragon in the field, and their movements were both extremely fast.

The White Dragon is fighting on his home field. Minghe is surrounded by a hazy white mist, his figure is looming, and his claws are light and swift, yet still full of power!

Old Man Mo's figure was as nimble as a dragon and as agile as a carp. He kept moving through the void like a swimming fish, and his movements were extremely agile.

Not only was he fast, but every step he took seemed to drive the energy of his entire body. The shaking of his Qi was like scales growing on his body, and his momentum continued to rise.

It was his signature skill - Nine Appearances of Fish and Dragon!
After fighting for a while, wounds appeared on the white dragon's body from time to time, causing the mist to dissipate, but the nearby white mist was immediately replenished to restore the wound to its original state.

Old Man Mo's face darkened when he saw this. This white dragon only had the strength and speed of the Yang God Realm, but after all, it was not as well-trained as him.

But being at home, he could quickly absorb the surrounding white mist to recover from his injuries, so it was still possible for him to just prevent the two of them from going down the mountain.

It would not be possible to defeat this white dragon in a short period of time.

On the other hand, the white fog cut off my connection with the world. Not only was my strength greatly reduced, but even absorbing the vital energy of the nearby world to replenish the energy I had consumed was extremely difficult.

If he only relied on his own Qi reserves and used them little by little, and consumed too much in a long battle, he would not have the strength to deal with Wan Zhenhai and Wan Zhaohua.

Thinking of this, Old Man Mo threw another punch that collided with the dragon claw.

boom--

This time, he used the force to fly backwards, quickly widening the distance between himself and Bailong.

The next moment, contrary to his and Yu Jiaolong's expectations, after Old Man Mo left the white dragon ten feet away, the white dragon suddenly dissipated and turned into large patches of white mist again.

After retreating to Yu Jiaolong's side, Old Man Mo looked at the vast white fog in the direction of the mountain, his face thoughtful for a moment.

"It seems that Wan Zhaohua's move of turning the white dragon into mist is not without consumption. His biggest enemy now is still Wan Zhenhai. He doesn't want to waste too much energy on us. He just wants to stop us from going down the mountain."

Upon hearing this, Yu Jiaolong turned her head and looked at the battlefield on the other side, and saw that Wan Zhaohua and Wan Zhenhai were still fighting fiercely, and it was unclear who would win for a while.

Wan Zhenhai's boxing style is fierce and domineering, and his attack is like a storm. It seems that he wants to take down Wan Zhaohua as soon as possible. Old Man Mo actually sees a hint of impatience in his moves.

"Oh, this guy is anxious. He must have underestimated Wan Zhaohua's methods!"

On the other hand, Wan Zhaohua's punches and kicks were graceful and elegant, like a banished immortal.

Every strike was like an antelope hanging on a horn, leaving no trace. It seemed as if he had easily dissolved every move and every style of Wan Zhenhai.

Wan Zhenhai's face was solemn, and he was indeed as anxious as Old Man Mo had guessed.

"Miscalculated! Zhen Yunzi had already arranged this place!"

The situation was different from what he expected. He thought that even if Zhen Yunzi opened the altar and created fog, it would at most restrict the Yin God Realm and would not have much impact on the Yang God Grandmaster. However, he did not expect that the opponent's Feng Shui formation would be so powerful.

The power of every punch and kick he threw consumed his own true energy, and it was extremely difficult to replenish it under the isolation of the fog.

Now the situation seems to be evenly matched, but the opponent is playing at home and is not afraid of attrition. Over time, if I don't have replenishment, I will be exhausted to death by Wan Zhaohua sooner or later!

Thinking of this, Wan Zhenhai gritted his teeth and shouted sternly.

"Zhao Ning girl, Old Ghost Mo, are you just going to watch like this?

If you don't join forces to deal with this old monster as soon as possible, you won't be able to escape when I lose!"

Yu Jiaolong had a cold expression and said nothing, but in her heart she had to admit that what the other party said was true. Wan Zhenhai was killed, and the two of them would probably follow in his footsteps.

But Old Man Mo relaxed instead, chuckled and said, "Haha, no hurry, you guys can fight slowly, there's still plenty of time, it doesn't matter even if I watch you fight for a whole day!"

When Yu Jiaolong saw that Old Man Mo looked relaxed, she suddenly realized something.

"Is the old man waiting for Fang Xun?"

Just as she was thinking this, suddenly there was another loud cry from the sky. Old Man Mo's eyes lit up: "That kid is finally here."

"Humph, you are only at the Yin Shen realm, you are just here to die."

In the field, Wan Zhaohua heard the eagle's cry and sensed the energy appearing in the sky above. He sneered in his heart, but in an instant, his face suddenly changed drastically.

"No! Is this the power of the True Martial Realm?!"

(End of this chapter)