My emperor is arrogant again

Chapter 1633 Ghost Moon Mountain Range (58)

"Your...Young Master, it's my subordinate who escorted me late, please punish me!" Hei Wuchang knelt on the ground.

"Heh, a little woman won't hurt me so far!" Jun Wuheng clenched his fists. What worries him the most now is not the injuries on his body, but the fact that Wuyingmen was given by that 20-year-old girl. Take it away!
puff--

Jun Wuheng's chest surged, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Hei Wuchang got up: "My lord! Wait a minute, this subordinate is going to get the medicine now!"

After a while, Heiwuchang went and returned, holding a pure white porcelain bowl in his hand, which contained a red liquid, exuding a bloody smell.

Jun Wuheng frowned.

Hei Wuchang: "This is the heart and soul of the best wood-type spiritual root."

Jun Wuheng took the bowl and drank the blood inside in one gulp.

The cramping pain in his chest was relieved a lot, Jun Wuheng took a deep breath, "I never thought I would lose to a stinky girl!"

"It's only temporary, and that woman is from Yunding Temple. Jun Moyan must have taught her a lot of tricks. This time, it's just her luck. When the young master recovers from his injury, she will regret it later." !"

"Is it?"

"Everything my subordinates say comes from the bottom of my heart!"

"Well, what about those people?"

"If you come back to Young Master, those people are all in Jueyan Cave."

"Go to the rock cave."

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"Who the hell are you guys? Let us go!" The bearded man tied to the pillar looked at Jun Wuheng who walked in from the cave, his beard trembled in anger, and his pupils shrank: "Master of Wuyingmen? !"

These dozen or so casual cultivators all left together with Ru Ge from the abyss.

But they didn't expect to escape a wolf's den and fall into the tiger's mouth again!

"I am naturally the one who came to save you." Jun Wuheng said with a smile.

"Save... the people who saved us?" The bearded man was taken aback for a moment. He had once seen the head of the Wuying Sect during the Zongmen Grand Competition, and he had a deep impression on him, so he would never admit his mistake.

Although the Wuying Sect is not considered a great sect, it is still not as good as the top, and more than the bottom.

How could the majestic Wuying Sect master do such a thing as killing people and stealing goods?

Thinking of this, the hostility on the bearded man's face disappeared, "You...you really came to save us? Thank you, suzerain!"

"Don't believe him, he is a murderous devil!" Suddenly, an untimely voice sounded, and Bai Feiyang's legs and feet were tied with ropes, and he couldn't even sit up.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "At the foot of Wuying Mountain, I don't know how many cultivation disciples were killed by people from Wuyingmen. Brother, you must not believe his words. This person is a murderous devil without blinking an eye!"

"What Wuyingmen is? It's a sect that murders and steals goods! You must not believe him! Believe him is a dead word!"

"what--!"

Hei Wuchang walked over, stepped on Bai Feiyang's chest, and exerted force on his foot.

"Cough cough!"

The pressure on his chest made Bai Feiyang out of breath, he coughed heavily and couldn't move.

Heiwuchang's eyes were like looking at a dead dog: "Besides, believe it or not, I will pull out your tongue!"

"Even if I don't let me tell you, you are still a sect that kills and robs... ah!"

Before she finished speaking, Bai Feiyang was stabbed heavily in the shoulder, causing her to break out in cold sweat from the pain.

"You must not believe him, it is the Wuyingmen, Wuyingmen imprisoned a casual cultivator in a dungeon, ah...!"

(End of this chapter)