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"Can you be, you are a disciple of the White-Yi Sect?" The coach elder thought about it carefully. In this mysterious young man, there were at least two points that could be confirmed that he was a member of the White-Yi Sect: First, he saved himself from danger at all costs. Except for his disciples, outsiders generally would not take such a righteous action! After all, the White-Yi Sect is a well-known sect in another world. How dare ordinary people offend easily?

Secondly, Han Ming used the move "storm of the White-Clothing Sect, which was only known as the White-Clothing Sect Master and the Old Bailong! Now the White-Clothing Sect Master is no longer alive, and the young man who can use such a move shows that he has a great relationship with the Old Bailong!

Han Ming was shocked: Baiyimen! What a familiar word, what a familiar voice, what a familiar feeling! But now that grandpa is not here, is he still a member of Baiyimen? I'm afraid that grandpa will come back to make this conclusion! Now that the coach elder mentioned this, Han Ming had to replace the answer with sinking!

The coach elder saw that Han Ming was silent and saw that he seemed to have many ***, so he was not easy to ask directly. After thinking about it, he hurriedly said, "Hey, the Jade Dragon Sword is in your hands, it seems, it seems..."

The coach elder actually wanted to say the most: You seem to be our sect leader! But then he thought about it again. It would be too hasty to determine who the White-Clothed Sect leader was based on who the Jade Dragon Sword is in! After all, before meeting Han Ming, there was already a young man holding the Jade Dragon Sword in his hand! So he couldn't make this conclusion at this moment!

"What does it look like?" Han Ming chuckled and said in his heart: He deliberately did not point out his identity and let the coach elder guess. Although he had long been designated as the leader of the White-Yi Sect by his grandfather, and when his grandfather was angry, he never said he would not be allowed to be the leader of the Sect! Everyone in the White-Yi Sect should not know that if he said it so abruptly, he would inevitably be suspected!

"Ah!" The coach elder racked his brains and couldn't think of what the boy in front of him was. Since he did not admit that he was the leader of the sect, there was only one possibility! The coach elder affirmed immediately: "Are you a disciple of Old Man Bailong, the number one master of our White Clothes Sect?"

Han Ming smiled faintly, but there was a hint of helplessness in his heart: It is true that he is the disciple of Old Man Bailong, the key is whether his grandfather still recognizes his disciple?

Seeing that the temptation was successful, the coach elder immediately said excitedly: "It turns out that the young hero is actually his own person! And he is also a disciple of the old man Bailong! No wonder he used the Baiyimen sword technique just now!"

"Do you know I am the disciple of Old Man Bailong?" Han Ming suddenly felt a little strange: Logically speaking, if this coach elder was really the real murderer who killed his grandfather, he should be a little surprised when he heard that he was the disciple of Old Man Bailong, but he seemed to be unable to catch this expression on his face, even a little bit!

The coach elder was also slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand what Han Ming meant: such a master came out of the White Clothes Sect, and his cultivation level was beyond the reach of other sects. Shouldn't he be happy?

"At present, I'm not going around the bush!" Han Ming immediately regained his cold expression, shook the Jade Dragon Sword in his hand slightly, and said sternly: "Speak! What's going on killing the old man Bailong?"

"Kill the Old Man Bailong? Me?" The coach elder shook his body slightly, and his face was filled with pain: "Young hero, do you even think that I killed the Old Man Bailong?"

Han Ming sneered a few times and hurriedly said, "The boy's analysis just now is not unreasonable! Now my grandfather's whereabouts must be because something happened! With my grandfather's skills, there are not many people in the other world who want to trap him! If it weren't for the plot, my grandfather would definitely not have any trouble!"

After Han Ming finished speaking, he glared at the coach elder fiercely: "Especially because he was plotted by some people who appeared to have deep friendship, he was even more unpredictable!"

"Your grandpa?" The coach elder immediately looked confused: When did Old Man Bailong have an extra grandson? But the young man kept saying "my grandpa", who else would be referring to Old Man Bailong? But this is not right! He was puzzled and said, "Are you referring to Old Man Bailong?"

"Nonsense! Is it my grandfather or your grandfather??" Han Ming was already a little angry: "Say! Have you harmed my grandfather?" Han Ming was furious at the end of his speech. The light from his eyes seemed to tear the coach's elder in half!

"No, not me!" The coach elder saw that Han Ming looked like an angry leopard, and the jade dragon sword in his hand was about to come out. He was panicked and shook his head quickly, "Actually, what the boy said was Wuyou! I have been in love with Old Bailong for many years. Before he left, he taught me the position of coaching. I am already very grateful for this. How could I want to harm him? Besides, Old Bailong has a high level of cultivation, so how could there be something wrong?"

"I would rather believe that my grandfather will not have anything to do!" Han Ming sighed slightly, then glared at the coach elder, and shouted: "Although what you said makes sense, you can't escape any connection before you make sure that my grandfather has nothing to do!"

"This..." The coach elder sweated slightly on his forehead, and then nodded quickly, "That's that's it." As soon as he said that he felt something was wrong, he hurriedly changed his words: "I, Old Bailong, indeed, I really have nothing to do with me!" The coach elder was panicked and didn't know how to express his thoughts for a moment!

"Bang!" Suddenly, a shiny light burst out from the sky in the distance! The dazzling silver-white fireworks in the sky suddenly scattered! Although the fireworks were in the daytime, the light was still extremely dazzling. Although Han Ming and the coach elder were hundreds of miles away, they could still see clearly!

"The White-Yimen Gate's emergency call!" The coach elder's face suddenly turned pale, he jumped up suddenly, and said in a lost voice: "The big thing is not good! The White-Yimen Gate is in trouble at this time!"

"What?" Han Ming was slightly shocked. The fireworks in the distance were like heavy snow. White light drifted in the sky, and it lasted for a long time: "What's the difficulty of the White Clothes Gate?"

"Let's go back!" The coach elder looked very quick and immediately said: "You must know that the signal sent just now has only been sent twice since the establishment of the White-Yellow Sect. Once, the immortal world was attacked ten thousand years ago. The old man Bailong personally sent a signal to gather the strength of the surrounding immortal world to rescue the siege! This is the second time! I believe that this time it must have encountered a disaster of extermination, so that the signal was sent to all the White-Yellow Sect members and other strengths in the Immortal World!"

"What's so serious?" Han Ming was slightly shocked: There were at least thousands of people in the venue just now. Could it be that they really encountered some powerful opponent that could seriously threaten the lives of thousands of people?

The coaching elder seemed to have forgotten that he had internal injuries on his body. He glanced at Han Ming and hurriedly said, "Young hero, as the disciple of Old Bailong, you are naturally a disciple of Baiyi Sect. Now that Baiyi Sect is in trouble, you won't stand by and watch!"

"Okay! Since that's the case, let's put the matter aside for the time being!" Han Ming could see that the coach elder didn't seem to be telling lies. Since the White-Yellow Sect is in trouble now, he must do his best: "Let's go back and take a look!"

The coach elder's expression slightly recovered: the young man in front of him had a profound cultivation level. If he was willing to help, it would be best! The coach elder immediately bowed slightly and said, "I don't know what the young hero is called?"

"Han Ming is here!" Han Ming said without thinking! "Han Ming?!" The coach elder was slightly shocked and almost screamed!

"Is there anything wrong?" Han Ming suddenly felt strange: Why did the coach elder seem particularly surprised when he heard his name?

"Uh, nothing is wrong!" The coach elder's face immediately calmed down, and then hurriedly said: "It is indeed an honor for our Baiyi Sect to come out of the sect with a young master like you!"

Han Ming smiled slightly and hurriedly said, "Let's go quickly!" After that, he hurriedly got up first!

Both of them are masters, just a hundred miles away, and they have arrived in just a moment!

The scene in front of them was shocked by the two: they saw many people from the white door lying down from a snow-white ground, at least hundreds of corpses! Blood stained the snow after snow!

Around the White Clothing Sect, there were densely packed circles of men in black, and the encirclement continued to shrink, and disciples of the White Clothing Sect continued to fall!

The coach elder was stunned for a moment, then roared and flew over quickly! Han Ming was also slightly surprised: Why did there appear no less than five thousand people at once, and immediately surrounded the people from the White Clothing Sect in the middle. And judging from the techniques of those people, they were all masters from a hundred!

Seeing the people from the Baiyi Gate falling down, Han Ming was also very anxious and immediately had to do his best and roar towards the sky: "Stop!!!"

Han Ming's cultivation level is different now. Such a roar sound penetrated into the sky and was constantly reflected back by the surrounding mountains, forming an invisible ultrasound wave!

Flashes of sound waves mixed with waves of internal force were sent back: "Stop!"... "Stop!"... "Stop!"......

Tens of thousands of people on the field actually gave up fighting at the same time, and they all covered their ears first, with a look of pain on their faces!
Chapter completed!