Zhao Li was dragged out of the ward by such a group of people.

As he moved forward, he shouted anxiously: "Brother! Brother ... slow! Slowly!"

It turns out that these people are also people in the soulwood.

The head of the head is Cao Yingli, the former Mu Renfang brother.

Cao Yingli is still a bit famous in Taishang Shentian Temple.

Because he was the only disciple of the soul -martial arts cordon in other departments in the near future, of course, the end was also miserable.

Now he is only better than a mortal, and there is no soul force all over and down.

However, as an affirmation of his courage, the people of the soulwutang still respect him very much.

Zhao Li is also. After all, there is a ritual word in the names of the two, so he never neglected Cao Yingli in terms of courtesy.

A group of people came to an open space, there were very few disciples in Bingxintang here.

I saw a crowd surrounded Zhao Li, and Cao Yingli glared at Zhao Li a little angrily.

Zhao Li was confused: "Brother, are you ... what's the matter?"

"Master Zhao! I listened to Xiao Shi, that Bai Master has cut off the relationship with us?"

"Yes." Zhao Li nodded.

"Do you do it?"

"I did it, but I did it on behalf of the brothers and sisters of most soulwood." Zhao Li shrugged: "That white night, too dead, causing a lot of the same door, dare to talk to the elders with the elders

Calling, do you know who he offended? He offended the second elder of our Zongmen! What kind of character is that, in front of us, that is God! I do n’t want to clarify the relationship with him quickly? Otherwise, we still

Have to be affected by him? "

Unexpectedly, when this fell, Cao Yingli's anger, pointed at Zhao Li's trembling: "You ... you ..."

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Li panicked.

"Do you forget the rules of our soul Wutang?"

Cao Yingli was angry with anger, rushing to the road.

"Rules?" Zhao Li was confused and puzzled: "What rules?"

"Our disciples of our soulwood have to be united, and all ambitions are into the city! We are the existence of the bottom of Zongmen. There is no day in the early days. If the disciples in the hall are still divided, do we still have the day?" Cao Yingli was angry.

"This is just the rules of your brother's self -reliance. No one admits it ... and Brother, if you do not draw the boundaries with Bai Ye, I am afraid that more disciples will be guilty!" Zhao Li said helplessly.

"Less nonsense!"

Cao Yingli said angrily: "We have nothing! Do we have to abandon the same door around us? And the more this kind of juncture, the more we can't stand by!

"This ..." Zhao Li's face was a little unnatural.

The person next to him quietly hit him with his elbow, whispered: "Brother Cao was the head of a momentum before entering the ancestors, and he was very righteous, so don't refute it!"

As soon as this fell, Zhao Li dumbly. After a long time, people sighed and nodded: "The brother's lesson is that I don't know what the brother wants to do."

"I heard that Bai Ye was challenged by a challenge, which was the challenge of life and death. In this way, when the life and death war started, we passed together. If he lost, he tried to grab him back, at least keep his life!"

"Ah? This ... What is our guarantee? There is no one who can fight at all ..." Zhao Li cried.

"Don't say too much! Everyone will go at that time! You will notify everyone, no one is allowed! Otherwise, we will get out of our soul martial arts!"

Cao Yingli said solemnly, and turned around and walked away.

Zhao Li heard the sound, opened his mouth, and couldn't speak for a while.

When everyone left, he sat on the ground with his buttocks, sighing.

"If I can get out of the soul martial arts, I rolled early, but I can leave the soul Wutang. Where can I go? If the disciples have no mouth, they will be expelled from Zongmen ... oh ..."

Zhao Li is very depressed.

He really couldn't figure it out. The weak meat and strong food such as Taishang Shentian Temple are only places where the profit is. There are people like Cao Yingli.

But think about it. If he is not this kind of personality, how can he be abolished?

However, it is so unrealistic that Xiuwei is so unrealistic. Do he want to put his life too?

Zhao Li had suffering in his heart, so he had to get up to the ward.

... ...

Three days passed quickly.

Early in the morning, many disciples gathered in the front of Bingwu Pavilion.

Although most people were not present because they wanted to prepare the battle of the group, many disciples of other halls were gathered at the scene. In addition, there were two miscellaneous elders.

I rushed here early, and she deliberately got closer to those two old -fashioned veterans, so as not to mess with it.

Many male souls voted at her, pointed out one by one, and judged, but because the elders were here, they did not dare to ask for it.

At the door of Bingwutang, there were more than twenty disciples.

People stand on both sides of the door, ranking, and are very powerful.

"When is my brother come?" In front of the queue, Mengqi sideways, asked Wei Hong next to him.

"I heard that my brother was retreating these three days, and I didn't know how to go out." Wei Hong shook his head.

"I hope that my brother can win that white night. In this way, we can also be relieved! Otherwise, I really want to get the awakening of the gods, I am afraid that it will not be a life of nine deaths." Monci said.

"Yeah, but I think Brother should be fine, after all, his strength is very frightening." Wei Hong laughed.

"Um."

Mengqi nodded, but his eyes fell on the other side of Hao Wudi. He whispered and asked: "Wu Yan, why don't you speak? Are you okay?"

"I?"

Hao Wudi seemed to have returned to God, stunned for a moment, and shook his head: "I'm fine."

The two saw it, and glanced at it.

Monch asked confused: "What are you thinking?"

"No ... Nothing ..."

Hao Wudi shook his head.

"Do you hide from us?" Monch frowned, and asked again.

Seeing Monch's appearance that was less than the heart of the Yellow River, Hao Wudi could only sigh, and whispered: "I have nothing to hide from you, I just think ..."

"What do you think?"

"I think ... that white night ... maybe it's not as simple as we think!" Hao Wudi gritted his teeth and bluntly said.

The two heard the sound, and they suddenly stunned.

After half a noise, Monch shook his head and hummed: "I know he is not easy. But you also saw the strength of the master, Zhang Dongyue, Fu Feng, Li Yi, such a trick, was defeated by his brother!

The elders have a few tricks, and my skills are really extraordinary, but I still want to have a gap compared with my brother! You do n’t know. The second elder praises our brother.

Late! "

Hao Wudi didn't say a word.

At this time, the voice sounded.

"Look at there!"

When the words fell, people walked towards there.

But I saw a few disciples in Bingxintang coming towards this.

Behind them ... are actually a group of old and weak disabled people.

These people are either applied to the medicine, or they are wrapped in cloth strips. Someone lame, and some people break their hands.

Everyone was stunned.

"Is that ... the people of the soulwutang?"

"Why are they here?"

"What's going on?"

People are all confused.

This kind of life and death duel, the people of the Bingxintang must be there. After all, if the winner is unwilling to die, the network will leave the loser, and the disciples of Bingxintang can still rescue people as soon as possible.

The door is unwilling to lose excellent talents.

But what's the fun of this soul Wutang?

Countless eyes stared at Zhao Li and Cao Yingli, headed by Zhao Li and Cao Yingli.

But when they saw their expressionless, after coming together, they stood on the open space not far away, so they stopped moving, looking at this side.

Someone is upset.
To be continued...