The best golden pupil

Chapter 941
"Clang~!"

The sound is long and far-reaching, resounding through the sky, like a Hongzhong Dalu, trembling the eardrums, as if the ancient scene is reappearing.

Ning Tao listened to the sound of the long bell, his face was full of surprise, his brows were tightly frowned, wondering what happened?

Miao Jingjing looked vigilant. After all, it is very easy to encounter danger in the depths of the place. Before coming, the mistress had given thousands of warnings and instructions to ensure the safety of the witch master.

But Master Wuyan, Qing Yang and the others changed their complexions. This is Wudang's ringing bell to summon all the disciples. It has not been rung for many years, but today, how could it be rung for no reason.

"Is there really an enemy coming?"

Ning Tao also seemed to think of something in surprise, could it be that the Huayue Sect invaded, Qingdi and others summoned masters, made a comeback, and directly hit the Wudang Sect?
The more I thought about it, the more likely it was. After all, I had killed one of the eight Dharma Kings of the Huayue Sect. The Huayue Sect would definitely be furious. Even if they called, it would not be hard to believe.

Suddenly, there was a sneer in his heart. This time, he brought the maid with him to cheer up the whole audience, and with a flick of his fingers, he could wipe out those people.

Qingyang suddenly realized something, and hurriedly went to pull Ningtao together with Wu Hailin, wanting to let him go to the hall together.

At this moment, Wanqing's voice also came, weak and weak, "Junior brother, you go with them quickly, be careful."

Hearing this, Ning Tao hesitated for a moment, and then said in a deep voice, "Wanqing, wait for me for a while, I'll go back as soon as I go."

After finishing speaking, he was about to turn around and leave with Senior Brother Qingyang, but before he had walked a few steps, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

I saw that his brows were tightly wrinkled, showing anxiety, and he felt a panic in his heart, as if he had a feeling of reluctance.

Ever since he came here, he felt something was wrong with him, but he didn't know the reason. Now that he was about to leave, he felt even stronger, as if he was calling from his heart, demanding him strongly.

When Qingyang and others were worried, Ning Tao suddenly turned around and walked towards the bamboo house with a very firm attitude.

Seeing this scene, Senior Brother Qingyang turned pale, while Master Wuyan was startled and felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Is it still unavoidable?"

Wanqing, who was in the bamboo house, had been crying for a long time, and had been holding on to herself, holding the child tightly in her jade arms.

In the ears, it seems that only the sound of footsteps is left!
However, when several people were trembling, Ning Tao stopped at the door of the bamboo house and did not open that door.

He took out something, which was a golden ball bigger than a fist, and there was a living stone worm in it, which he won from the Treasure Appreciation Conference... Lingpo!

"This thing has medicinal properties, and the stone worms in it are very mild medicines, which are extinct in this era. Give this to Wanqing's refining medicine, and she will recover faster."

I saw Ning Tao handing it to Master Wuyan as he spoke, and looked at the door in front of him, but it seemed to be separated by a world.

The cry in his heart was so strong that Ning Tao couldn't help being irritable, he suppressed it forcefully, and then left resolutely.

Miao Jingjing took Ning Tao one step ahead, walked directly through the air, and flew over, leaving the three staring blankly behind.

At that moment just now, the three nervous hearts were about to jump out, for fear that he would push the door open.

After Wuyan master stabilized his mind, his face was slightly happy. With this thing, the disciple's body should be able to recover.

In the bamboo hut, Ye Wanqing collapsed on the ground, closed her eyes in grief, her heart was like an overturned bottle of five flavors.

At this moment, there was warmth in her heart, but when she saw the sleeping child, that kind of grief was hooked out again.

The bell had already dissipated. In the main hall of Wudang, many people gathered, many of them were unfamiliar faces. Almost all Wudang disciples came together, as if they were confronting each other.

The one sitting in the first place is the head of Ziyang, and behind him is an old man with white eyebrows, who is the ancestor Wuwang.

The atmosphere in the main hall was obviously not right, filled with a heavy depression, but there was no rage of war as imagined.

In the center of the hall, there were two people fighting fiercely, one of them was a disciple of Wudang, but he fell to the disadvantage.

The other person held a green pine long sword and rebuked it angrily. A set of swordsmanship dazzled and shocked the eyes.

The Wudang disciple was blinded and couldn't tell the truth from the fake, so he attacked blindly. For a while, he wasted a lot.

At a certain moment, the man let out a playful laugh, which seemed to be mocking, and seemed to be ironic. The sword technique suddenly became fierce, and the moves were murderous, ruthless.

The Wudang disciple retreated continuously, his face was gloomy, his chest heaved violently, and a ball of anger had long been suffocated in his chest cavity.

Finally, at a certain moment, he couldn't bear it anymore, gave up his defense, and fought desperately, but it hit the opponent's arms.

The man used his sword technique as a bait, but suddenly kicked out from the lower body, hitting the Wudang disciple's chest with great force.

"puff!"

The Wudang disciple was wounded, he vomited blood and retreated violently, his face was pale, he staggered, but he could not fall down.

Seeing this, the head of Ziyang and other disciples all had a murderous look on their brows, their eyes widened with anger and murderous intent.

Seeing that he didn't fall down, the man couldn't help but smiled contemptuously, stepped on the sole of his foot suddenly, and pierced his throat with a cold light.

Seeing this scene, Ziyang clenched his fists tightly, his face blackened into a pan, and he suppressed the urge to make a move.

Seeing this, the Wudang disciple revealed a determination in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and never lost, this is his Wudang spirit, even if it is death, he must die with honor.

Suddenly, an angry shout came from outside the main hall, "He Fang Xiaoxiao, how dare you come to my Wudang to play wild, really... presumptuous!"

When the voice came, so did the people, only to see a golden light coming through the sky, like a golden spear piercing straight.

Seeing this, the man's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly used his sword skills to create countless sharp sword lights, which were airtight, like a sword net.

However, this seemingly gorgeous and shocking sword net was pierced by the brilliant golden spear, and he had no power to resist.

Maybe it was because he was afraid that the shot would be too heavy, and the golden light would dissipate, but an iron fist hit him and knocked him flying.

"thump!"

This voice was very loud in the silent hall, and hundreds of eyes looked at it at the same time, with oppressive force.

After seeing who came, Wudang's disciples burst into surprises, but those unfamiliar faces were as black as coal.

Ning Tao raised his head and saw this scene at a glance, his face was involuntarily stunned, revealing a look of suspicion, this scene... seemed to be different from what he thought....

Suddenly, among those unfamiliar faces, stood out a terrifying old man with a dark complexion and sword-like eyes.

He said in a cold voice: "Master Ziyang, are you so unruly in Wudang? During the fight, there will be a third party intervening? Would you like my Huashan disciple to handle it for you?"

As soon as the words fell, another old man in Taoist robes stood out from the other strange face, with no white beard and strong aura.

I saw him scolding: "Master Ziyang, this is your fault for Wudang. The disciple is not strong enough and has no rules. Why don't you let my Kongtong disciple teach you."

Two voices came out one after another, but they were aimed at it. It was very obvious that all the disciples were also laughing.

Seeing this scene, Ning Tao frowned and rang the bell, Huashan, Kongtong, what is going on?

(End of this chapter)