1363: C1363 Poor Daoist Is Wrong

C1363 Poor Daoist Is Wrong

A touch of blue suddenly appeared in front of Ye Hong's eyes.

The blue rolled gently. The eight disciples of the Eight Trigrams Sect who were scared out of their wits were swept away from Ye Hong's attack range.

"Boom!"

Ye Hong's palm strike landed on the stone steps.

The people on the Peacock Mountain seemed to feel a slight tremor under their feet.

The vibration was fleeting, and it made everyone confused.

"Just now... there was an earthquake?"

In front of the second floor, a group of Eight Trigrams Sect disciples looked at the huge pit that Ye Hong had created in a daze.

Their faces were full of shock.

The huge pit was about three meters square. There was still some green smoke coming out of the pit. It was as if it had been smashed by a small meteorite. It was extremely sudden on the orderly stone steps of the mountain path.

All the disciples of the Eight Trigrams Sect swallowed their saliva. They looked at Ye Hong with fear in their eyes.

This was a stone step that was built thousands of years ago. It was extremely sturdy and hard to destroy over time.

But now, Ye Hong had created such a big hole with a single slap!

When everyone thought of the scene where the slap landed on the person's body, they could not help but secretly feel glad for the eight fellow disciples who escaped alive.

If they knew that this was Ye Hong's reserved attack, they would be even more shocked in their hearts.

At this moment, the eight people who had survived the disaster were kneeling on the ground weakly. They looked at the large hole with pale faces and did not dare to breathe for a long time.

In front of them, Sima Zhengming, who was dressed in blue, was looking at the big hole thoughtfully.

It was Sima Zhengming who saved these eight people at the critical moment.

The mountain path suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Even Yan Lan, who was beside the mountain path, was frightened by the scene earlier until her entire body trembled. She only dared to tightly hug the tree trunk, as if doing so would bring her a sense of security.

She rubbed her eyes a few times, as if she did not dare to imagine the scene that she saw.

Perhaps that scene just now was even more exaggerated than seeing a deity to her!

Sima Ann's lips trembled, and he was unable to speak for a long time.

At this moment, he finally realized how deep the gap between him and Ye Hong was.

"Sect, Sect Master..."

Sima Ann took a deep breath. In one breath, he said solemnly: "This bastard is fierce and I am useless. I ask Sect Master to suppress him!"

But to his surprise, Sima Zhengming was like a pine tree, standing on the spot without moving.

However, his pair of eyes looked at Ye Hong with deep meaning.

On the other hand, Ye Hong had his hands behind his back indifferently, and he did not show any signs of weakness as he looked back at Sima Zhengming.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became awkward.

Just when Sima Ann was about to be unable to take it anymore, Sima Zhengming finally broke the atmosphere.0

He suddenly patted his forehead and looked like he suddenly realized something. "Ah! This Penniless Priest seems to have remembered wrongly. It seems that I have indeed taken in such a disciple.

This person is getting older and his memories are getting worse and worse."

Sima Zhengming gently stroked his long beard. The appearance of the Immortal Physique and Divine Bone was extraordinary. It was as if they were two different people who had lost their temper just now.

"Sect Master, what are you talking about?!"

Hearing Sima Zhengming's words, Sima Ann felt as if a large pool of blood had accumulated in his chest, and he could not help but spit it out.

It turned out that he and Ye Hong were locked in a fierce battle, but the old man's words were as light as a feather.

Then what was the point of the previous battle?

On the other hand, when the other disciples saw Sima Zhengming admit that Ye Hong was his disciple, they could not help but heave a sigh of relief in their hearts.

They even felt a little excited.

It was as if someone had suddenly told you that a powerful enemy had suddenly become a disciple of the same sect.

This was undoubtedly something worth being happy about.

Under Sima Ann's twisted face, Sima Zhengming waved his hand. He said indifferently, "Men, arrange a room for them."

After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeve and left the scene on the stone steps, leaving behind a group of Eight Trigrams Sect disciples who looked at each other in dismay.

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