Song Daren and others were shocked! They felt a sudden burst of flowers in front of them. In a moment, purple light and black air flashed, and several powerful forces suddenly attacked from the darkness. The two people flying in front, a Qingyun disciple and a monk from Tianyin Temple, were immediately beaten to spit blood and flew backwards. And the Qingyun fellow disciple was Wen Min!

Seeing this, Song Daren's eyes were almost bursting. He immediately ignored He Xu's warning, and the "Tiger King" lit up and shouted, "Be careful Wenmin!" Then he turned around and rushed forward.

However, those forces were so surging that they were almost overwhelming and overwhelming. Although Song Daren was brave enough to be brave, his cultivation was only at the seventh level of Yuqing after all, and he was almost unable to resist half a breath, so he was beaten back by the powerful force.

Everyone was anxious, but they heard a angrily shout from the right side: "You dare to be a demon!"

The wind suddenly started, and in a moment, the strange forces seemed to meet an opponent, and the "ping-ping-pong" sounded. The wind sounded loudly and suddenly stopped. Song Daren, Wen Min, and the monk from Tianyin Temple were then pulled over by someone and jumped back several feet, and at least he had his life back.

Song Daren and others were determined to be the gods, but they saw that the one who saved him was his master Tian Buyi, and Su Ru who pulled Wen Min back. As for the monks in Tianyin Temple, they were snatched away by Pu Zhi. At this moment, there were Master Daxin and Elder Fan from Qingyun Sect, and among the more famous regular scattered cultivators, such as "Venerable Dali" and other seniors.

He Xu slowly lowered the light of escape and stood behind Tian Buyi and his wife. Tian Ling'er came to him and held his hand with concern. He Xu smiled at her, signaled that he was fine, and then said softly: "Girl, there will be a chaotic battle later. You and Xiaofan, Jingyu, the second, third, fifth, and sixth, form a seven-star formation. You don't seek merit, but you want nothing wrong, and you think it's okay. Don't be willful, follow the command of the third brother, don't show off, do you understand?"

Seeing that He Xu was speaking solemnly, Tian Ling'er nodded obediently and quietly went to her fellow disciple to pass the message.

It is worth mentioning that the Dazhu Peak lineage has always been few people, and it has always been the tradition of watching and helping each other and forming formations to protect itself. Therefore, it has always been the most willing to work hard in formations. Although the lowest cultivation level of Dazhu Peak now has the "piercing" realm, and the average level is far beyond the other six peaks, the fine tradition of "forming formations" has been preserved.

The formation of seven people with the lowest level of Yuqing can be formed, so they can completely surround and kill a master at the peak of Yuqing realm. Even if a strong man from Shangqing realm attacks, he can barely protect himself. Therefore, after instructing Tian Ling'er, He Xu also lacked the last layer of concern.

However, after the purple and black air flashed in the distance, he caught the fallen old blood-sucking demon. After a sway, several people appeared, and countless footsteps also sounded in the woods behind them. There were many shadows in the darkness, and I don’t know how many people were hiding inside. I only saw the dozens of people who appeared and walked out, most of them were from the Demon Sect.

The one who caught the old blood-sucking demon was a middle-aged scholar. The man had a thin eyebrows and square face, with elegant eyebrows and elegant eyes, but his eyes were bright and his forehead was full. He had a powerful aura in this elegance. He was wearing a Confucian robe and a light purple jade pendant on his waist. It was exquisite and transparent, and he had a faint auspicious aura. At a glance, he knew it was not an ordinary person. There were three people beside him, one was an old bald man, the other was a fierce but very short dwarf. As for the other, he was a white-faced scholar, with a handsome and outstanding face, and there was no trace of evil spirit on his face.

At this time, someone had already come to support the old blood-sucking demon. The bald old man seemed to have a good relationship with the old blood-sucking demon. He walked to him and asked in a low voice. The elegant middle-aged man had just taken action, smiling without saying a word, but his eyes swept towards He Xu without any hesitation, and he was still very grateful.

Song Daren stood beside He Xu and whispered, "Fourth Lao, who are these?" He knew that He Xu had a wide range of knowledge and that Tian Buyi and his wife loved to talk to him the most, so he knew more about the allusions of the previous generation of characters than his elder brother.

He Xu opened the folding fan and slapped it twice. His expression was very relaxed, and he had no awareness of the great enemy at all. He heard Song Daren's question and said lightly: "That short-legged called Bai Duozi, who is from the Wan Duo Sect of the Demon Sect; the one with a big head without hair is the old demon Duo Mu of Jieshi Mountain. He likes to work alone and has no sect. Well, the gentleman in the middle is extraordinary. I forgive my younger brother for being clumsy and dare not ask for the name?"

Everyone was upset!

It turned out that although He Xu's voice was "indifferent" when he spoke, he had already secretly accumulated real energy. Therefore, hundreds of people present could hear his words clearly.

When Zhengdao heard He Xu's words interesting, he naturally laughed and catered to him. He had the intention of increasing one's morale and destroying others' majesty. On the other hand, the Demon Sect cursed. Especially Bai Duzi and Duanmu, their eyes were even more angry. They usually regarded "dwarfs" and "bare" as a big hatred, and hated others mentioned it the most. Even if anyone who was ignorant of the face, dared to look at them more or had a slightly strange look, it would cause them to kill.

But He Xu doesn't care about you. Although he usually speaks very humorously, he especially likes to "slap people in the face, scold people for being short", without any scruples.

But Bai Duzi and Duanmu were about to speak out and scold, but the middle-aged scholar happened to take the lead and laughed: "It turns out that a hero is a young man. The little brother, the leader of the Ghost King Sect, is coming, and thousands of people are coming. I don't know what you call him."

"Oh..." He Xu nodded suddenly. In fact, he had guessed that the person on the other side was probably the Ghost King, but it was the first time we met, so we just asked. "My younger brother He Dazhi, the fourth disciple of Dazhu Peak."

The Ghost King was slightly surprised when he heard this, "Isn't your name He Xu?"

He Xu was stunned and thought that it might be the old blood-sucking demon who told them his name, and smiled and said, "He Xu is a common name. He occasionally uses it when walking in the world, so he calls Mr. Wan."

The Ghost King said sincerely: "No wonder, no wonder. The little brother is talented and has amazing Taoism. Even at your age, you will never be as good as yours. You are old..." He seemed to have a little self-deprecating in his tone, and then smiled and said, "I guess you thought of the sudden attack on the night before, right?"
Chapter completed!