Peerless Taoist

"Flee!" the other people in black robes saw this and scattered one after another.

The white haired old man, but the strength in the middle of Mingwen territory, was killed by the man in front of him with one hand.

They have no chance of winning.

"You can't go away." Lu Yu waved his big hand and flew out of the air.

Bang bang!

The black robed people were hit by strong Qi in the air, one by one fell directly to the ground, and their bodies exploded.

Blood mist all over the sky, floating down.

Wan Ming and others opened their eyes and looked at this scene in disbelief.

Shouldn't this boy be a young monk like them?

How did he become supreme from the mouth of the white haired old man?

Suddenly, Wan Ming thought of something and the whole person was excited.

He suddenly remembered that the famous young supreme of zhchu family recently!

The man who refined the ancient elixir was solicited by various forces. It is even said that Xiuwei is the supreme King dust!

It is rumored that Wang Chen's grade is not big, even no more than 30 years old.

Wan Ming has been sniffing. He doesn't believe that someone in the same age group will reach this point.

"You... You are Wang Chen." Wan Ming's lips began to tremble.

Rumors are true!

The man he mocked all the way was a supreme master!

Lu Yu said silently, "don't you want to settle with me? Don't you want to talk to me?"

Wan Ming retreated step by step, his face full of fear.

"You can't kill me. My father is the leader of Zilan sect. I..."

Before Wan Ming finished, Lu Yu punched Wan Ming directly in the stomach. Wan Ming curled up on the ground like being struck by lightning.

For a long time, he trembled all over, looked up and roared, "you wasted my cultivation!"

The mana of Wanming's exit from the body passes like an hourglass.

In a twinkling of an eye, he fell directly from the out of body environment to the congenital.

The accomplishments he was proud of turned into nothing in a moment.

It can be imagined that from today on, he will be a loser. Even if his father is the patriarch, he can't be the same as before.

Lu Yu said coldly, "it's in your father's face to keep you alive. Get out!"

Wan Ming's eyes were full of resentment. He got up in embarrassment and left in a hurry with the help of others.

After the group of second generation ancestors left, there were more than a dozen friars in the northern region beside Lu Yu.

They are all friars of the younger generation, and there is no huge background behind them.

"Thank you... Elder for your help."

After hesitating for a while, they still call Lu Yu an elder.

Lu Yu may be younger than them, but if it's about cultivation, they're far behind.

Lu Yu asked, "did you also take the task of exploring here?"

The friars smiled bitterly and said, "yes, it's the task assigned to us by the Northern Alliance. We small sects have no choice."

Their sect is not a famous one.

Joining the northern alliance is also a last resort. If they refuse the mission of the Northern Alliance, the end will be very serious for their zongmen.

Lu Yu frowned slightly.

The mission here should not be handled by this group of Dharma monks.

The strength of an ordinary man in black just now has reached the strength of going out of the body.

This is for them to die.

"Where is the Northern Alliance?" Lu Yu asked.

Ask the location clearly. Lu Yu and Chu yuruo say goodbye and go straight to the Northern Alliance.

It must be a problem for the Northern Alliance to let a group of fledgling people die on such a dangerous mission!

There must be a problem with the Northern Alliance.