2361: C2361 The Berserk Old Man

C2361 The Berserk Old Man

Violent old man.

Bang!

At this moment, accompanied by a rumbling sound, the white-haired old man sent Woo Wuji flying with a palm strike, and Woo Wuji's entire body was branded in the void. The void that was supposed to be empty had now turned into a wall that blocked his path. His face was swollen and his clothes were tattered. His entire body was stuck to the wall. It looked a little too miserable.

Putting aside the fact that the white-haired old man was the old ancestor of Woo Wuji's bloodline, even if he wanted to kill Woo Wuji... Of course, even if he wanted to resist, it would be useless. Although he was known as a peerless Martial King expert, the strength of Immortal King and Immortal Venerable wasn't on the same level. No matter how monstrous he was, he wouldn't be a match for the white-haired old man.

Hsiang Yang and the others looked over and saw Woo Wuji's miserable appearance. Each and every one of them couldn't help but look at the white-haired old man. The white-haired old man was an old monster of the Nine Emperors Mountain. Originally, he looked kind and even like a sage-like being. However... When he truly fought, he was so domineering. No wonder he could become one of the founders of the Extreme Martial Path.

However, the way this pair of founders greeted their disciple Sun Gang was indeed a little special. Hsiang Yang muttered in his heart. If this white-haired old man was his founders... No matter what he said, he had to betray this sect and no longer become the successor of the Martial Mad Bloodline. He would be beaten up every time he saw him. It was truly tragic.

"Cough cough, why are all of you looking at me? I'm usually very kind."

When the white-haired old man saw that everyone was looking at him, he felt a little embarrassed. He coughed lightly and said.

"Hehe..."

After hearing what the white-haired old man said, Hsiang Yang wasn't the only one who sneered. Even Lee Huan, who had just advanced to the Immortal Venerable realm, had a mocking expression on his face.

This fellow was called kind. He had struck Woo Wuji, a Peerless Immortal King, and branded him in the void. He was only a step away from being destroyed. What kind of person was he? If you are kind, then all of us are saints who have taught all living beings.

Hsiang Yang sighed in his heart. Sure enough, being strong was still one thing. The main thing is to be thick-skinned enough. This is the only way that this white-haired old man can become a powerful person in the Dao Sect. Being able to become an expert of the Ultimate Martial Path was indeed extraordinary.

"Puff..."

Right at this moment, Woo Wuji's figure slid down from the void bit by bit. Once he landed on the ground, he immediately sat down on his butt. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body became dispirited as he spoke in a low voice. "Patriarch, you're planning to make our bloodline extinct."

Feeling the real injuries on his body, Woo Wuji felt so aggrieved that he wanted to cry. He had wasted his time as a Peerless Immortal King, and had been turned into a Martial King. When he was facing the old ancestor of the Martial Path, he didn't dare to fight back even if he was beaten up. Furthermore, he had really injured his internal organs. Such an injury... Even if he did not use the healing immortal pill, it would take him at least a few days to recover to his full condition.

Other people would definitely be extremely happy to see their own old ancestor. They would cry and beg the old ancestor to teach them more skills. However, Woo Wuji had nothing but a beating when he met his old ancestor. He felt that his life was meaningless. This Martial King was simply too aggrieved.

"If I can beat you to death like this, so what if you have no descendants?"

While Woo Wuji was feeling sad, the white-haired old man, who was also Fifth Daoist Sovereign of the Dao Gate... He had been smiling humbly at Hsiang Yang and the others, but after listening to Woo Wuji's words, he couldn't help but smile. He turned his head around and said with a cold snort.

"In the martial path, which one of them didn't temper their body to the peak? Logically speaking, the newly emerged expert in the Immortal Realm who has opened his physical body, the Great Luo, should be from the martial path. However... Look at you. Up until now, you have already broken through to the Peak of Sixth Layer of Great Luo . Your physical strength is only at the Great Luo Stage , but you still have the nerve to call yourself the descendant of the Martial Mad? If I were the Martial Mad, I would definitely kill all the descendants of the Martial Mad. "

As he spoke, he looked at Woo Wuji and felt that his attack was too light. So, he rushed over and grabbed Woo Wuji and gave him another round of beating.

"You have embarrassed me. Do you have the nerve to do that?"

"The reason why extreme martial arts is called extreme martial arts and is passed down from generation to generation is because of it. Even the Divine Treasury was left to the Extreme Martial Path in the past, in order to give you sufficient resources. It allowed you to be invincible in every generation, and become the strongest lineage in the world. But what about all of you? You've disappointed me too much. I'll beat you to death. "

" Bang, bang, bang... "

Along with a series of thudding sounds, the poor Woo Wuji was beaten up again before he could even take a few breaths. He was completely stunned. He held his head with both hands and muttered something, not knowing what to say.

Hsiang Yang and the others had a strange expression on their faces when they saw this scene. They only felt that this white-haired old man was too ferocious. Even Woo Wuji's little disciple said with a trembling voice, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have joined the Extreme Martial Path. I want freedom..."

"Little bastard, you want to betray your sect, right? Come here... I want to teach you a lesson on behalf of the Martial Mad."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Therefore, the white-haired old man grabbed the kid and gave him a violent beating. Sounds kept coming from him, but Hsiang Yang and the others seemed to be used to it.

"There is another Martial Mad in the Extreme Martial Path? Isn't the name of the Martial Mad a generic term for the martial path?" Hsiang Yang looked at the violent education that the white-haired old man had given Woo Wuji and his disciple and lost interest. Instead, he curiously turned his head and looked at Lee Huan.

"Boss, it is said that the founder of the Ultimate Martial Path is an Extreme Martial Path martial artist. His combat strength is astonishing, and he's one of the most powerful Immortal Venerables. He's also known as the Martial Mad. Later on, all the descendants of the Extreme Martial Path went to find people to challenge him. Therefore, he was crowned as the Martial Mad. "

Lee Huan said hastily.0

Although Lee Huan had been imprisoned in Immortal Demon Battlefield for an unknown number of years, his martial arts had already flourished in his era. At that time, there was even an expert of extreme martial arts who was his old rival. Naturally, he had some knowledge about extreme martial arts.

"How many founders are there in the martial arts branch?" Hsiang Yang asked curiously.

"In the past, there was only Madman Wu, but now there's another Daoist, Fifth Daoist Sovereign. It seems like not only the Martial Mad, there might also be other peerless Immortal Venerables." Lee Huan said with a skeptical expression.

If it was before, everyone knew that the Ultimate Martial Path was founded by a single Martial Mad. But now, everyone felt that it wasn't necessarily the case. A new Dao Sect like Fifth Daoist Sovereign could suddenly appear. Naturally, there could also be other experts who could become the founders of the Ultimate Martial Path.

"Little friend, if you want to know about this, just ask this old man directly. Why do you need to ask Immortal Sovereign Tian Gu?"

At this time, the white-haired old man had completed his education. He allowed Woo Wuji and his disciple to lie on the ground and wail. He came to Hsiang Yang's side and said with a smile.

Hsiang Yang glanced at Woo Wuji and his disciple. He immediately felt pain for Woo Wuji and his disciple. It was really tragic. This pair of master and disciple had almost been beaten until they were deformed. As for Woo Wuji, forget it. This old man was a Martial King. His whole body. As long as he still had a breath left in him, he would be able to live. His disciple, who hadn't even reached the Immortal Realm, was almost beaten to a pulp. Now, Woo Wuji was taking out a healing immortal pill and stuffing it into his disciple's mouth. After that, the two of them lay side by side and wailed.

It was imaginable that after today's experience, this pair of master and disciple would certainly regret joining the Extreme Martial Path...

However, Hsiang Yang's eyes had already opened the Acupuncture Point Space. He didn't need to use the special Pupil Arts to see the difference. He found that both Woo Wuji and his disciple were beaten up by the white-haired old man. In fact, they had all gotten a lot of benefits, especially Woo Wuji's disciple. His whole body was transparent, and all the impurities in his body had been refined. After Woo Wuji stuffed the pill into his disciple's mouth, his disciple's body began to burn with divine flames. His life force had reached its peak. Even when Hsiang Yang was at that realm... * Hong Long...... *

Obviously, although the white-haired old man had really beaten up the two of them, he had still helped them, which had given them a lot of benefits.

"Will you tell me if I ask?"

Hsiang Yang did not continue to look at Woo Wuji and his disciple. Instead, he rolled his eyes at the white-haired old man. He remembered Sun Qingya and Monica, the two little girls, saying that they would help him make the decision. The bet with this old man! It was... At that moment, he was in disbelief. As the Fifth Daoist Sovereign of the Dao Sect, he had lived since the ancient times until now. He was a Peak Of Great Luo Ninth Layer Peerless Immortal Sovereign Mortal Physique, but he still shamelessly agreed to fight him. It seemed like he was also an unreliable fellow.

Of course, it was obvious that this guy wasn't easy to deal with as long as he could beat Woo Wuji and his disciple up. Whether he was reliable or not, Hsiang Yang didn't find a suitable word to describe him. It was because he thought highly of him.

According to Hsiang Yang's experience, this kind of unreliable guy was definitely not easy to deal with.

"Not necessarily. Maybe I will tell you."

Sure enough, after Hsiang Yang finished speaking, he heard the white-haired old man looking at Hsiang Yang with a smile.

Hsiang Yang clearly saw that the white-haired old man was rubbing his fists while he was talking. It seemed like he hadn't had enough fun teaching Woo Wuji and his disciple a lesson, and now he seemed to want to teach Hsiang Yang a lesson.

Hsiang Yang frowned when he saw this. If he was targeted by this old man, he wouldn't have a good time. However, he didn't know if Lee Huan could stop this old man.

He also felt a little uncertain. After all, Lee Huan had just broken through to the Great Luo Stage . As for this old man, he had already become famous for many years. In fact, when Lee Huan was still an Immortal King, the white-haired old man had already become an Immortal Venerable. After countless years of immersion, his strength had already reached a terrifying extent.

"Old man, is your beard itching again?"

Just as Hsiang Yang was thinking in his heart, just as the white-haired old man finished speaking, he heard Sun Qingya snorting coldly and looking at him with an unfriendly gaze.

"Hmph... I think his whole body is itching. Otherwise, how would he dare to speak to Mr. Hsiang like this?"

Monica also turned her head around and said with a sneer as she looked at the white-haired old man.

"Uh..."

The white-haired old man, who originally looked very imposing and even a little majestic, heard the words of the two little girls. The expression on his face instantly froze. He coughed dryly. He hurriedly moved closer to the two little girls and said softly, "I say, two little grandaunt, don't go against me. This isn't the Nine Emperors Mountain, you have to at least give me some face. I am Fifth Daoist Sovereign of the Dao Gate, after all, I can't lose face outside. Ai... Ah, it hurts... Stop talking nonsense... "

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, he let out a blood-curdling scream. He saw two little girls, one on the left and the other on the right, grabbing Xiao Hu with all their might. It hurt so much that the white-haired old man's facial expression changed.

At this moment, the old white-haired man was no longer as arrogant and domineering as when he was dealing with Woo Wuji and his disciple. He looked pitiful.

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