Zhutian: I have many inventory

Chapter 59: Both Sides Suffer (Revised)

There were fewer people on the west side, and eight out of ten of them were covered in blood, some sitting or lying down. They were from the Ming Cult.

Wang Tianming carefully observed the people of the Ming Cult.

Sitting in the center was a middle-aged scholar wearing a white coarse cloth robe.

The scholar was about fifty years old, with an elegant appearance, except that his eyebrows drooped slightly and there were a few deep wrinkles around his mouth, which made him look a little old and miserable.

This person is Yang Xiao.

There are three other people beside Yang Xiao.

They are short and fat monks with ugly looks, carrying a cloth bag on their backs.

A thin and tall monk.

A middle-aged man with a cold expression, holding a guqin in his hand, exuding an elegant and calm temperament.

"Budai monk is not to be spoken of, monk Peng is Peng Yingyu, and cold-faced gentleman is Leng Qian."

Wang Tianming had read Wei Yixiao's memories, so he naturally recognized the appearance of these Ming Cult leaders.

“Yang Xiao, Peng Yingyu, Leng Qian and the other four seem to have been seriously injured.

Could it be that they are still fighting among themselves like in the original novel? Even if Cheng Kun didn't attack them, they would still fight among themselves like this?"

Wang Tianming guessed secretly.

However, Wang Tianming abandoned this idea in an instant.

Because Wang Tianming noticed that there were two corpses covered with white cloth lying next to Peng Yingyu and Leng Qian.

Considering the fact that the three of them secretly protected the two corpses in the middle, and the fact that the other two of the five scattered people, Zhou Dian and Iron Crown Taoist Zhang Zhong, were not seen.

In front of Yang Xiao was also a corpse covered with a white cloth, and besides that, there was also a sleeping little girl.

"Could the two bodies between the three be Zhou Dian and Zhang Zhong? Are they dead?
And the little girl next to Yang Xiao is Yang Buhui, and the body covered with a white cloth in front of her, could it be Ji Xiaofu?"

Wang Tianming was shocked when he saw this.

"The deaths of Zhou Dian and Zhang Zhong should not be due to internal fighting with Yang Xiao, otherwise the remaining three scattered people would definitely not let Yang Xiao go."

At this time, the three wanderers and Yang Xiao were sitting together, and they didn't seem to have any conflicts.

In other words, Zhou Dian and Zhang Zhong were most likely not killed in internal strife, but... died in battles with the six major sects.

"Ji Xiaofu's death must be related to the six major sects..."

Wang Tianming looked towards the east where the major sects were located. The number of people in the major sects was several times more than that of the Ming Cult, and they were divided into six groups. It was obvious that all six major sects had arrived.

Among the six major sects, Wang Tianming met people from the Wudang Sect.

All the Seven Heroes of Wudang came, and Song Qingshu from the third generation of disciples and several older brothers also came.

"Of the five Kongtong elders, only Tang Wenliang is left, with four corpses lying around him...

He Taichong from the Kunlun Sect and a middle-aged woman were both covered in blood and were both recovering from their injuries. That woman should be He Taichong's wife, Ban Shuxian, right?

The Emei Sect's Master Miejue was pale and covered in blood...

Three Shaolin disciples of the Yuan generation, Master Kongzhi and Master Kongxing, are also recovering from their injuries.

Even the Wudang Sect, Uncle Yin Liu, and Uncle Yu Er seemed to be seriously injured."

Wang Tianming was also horrified when he saw the situation of the major sects. Compared with the terrible situation of the Ming Cult, the six major sects also suffered heavy losses.

It really ended in a lose-lose situation.

Wang Tianming vaguely guessed that Ji Xiaofu's death must be related to the serious injuries of Nun Miejue, Yang Xiao, and Wudang Yin Liting. After all, the bloody relationship between these people is complicated and difficult to cut off.

now.

In the field, a burly bald old man was fighting fiercely with the Shaolin abbot, Master Kongwen.

The bald old man had eyebrows as white as snow, drooping eyes, and a hooked nose like an eagle's beak. These iconic features were enough for Wang Tianming to guess who he was even without Wei Yixiao's memory - the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng.

"Yin Tianzheng is about to be defeated."

Wang Tianming looked at the situation on the field. Yin Tianzheng was already in an absolute disadvantage facing Master Kongwen.

It seems that Yin Tianzheng was not in his best condition when fighting Kongwen.

Wang Tianming could see that Yin Tianzheng's martial arts skills had reached the top level.

But after the previous battle, it was obviously seriously injured.

Then, facing Master Kongwen, who is also one of the best masters in the world, even if Yin Tianzheng is in his prime, it is not clear who will win or lose against Kongwen.

What's more, Yin Tianzheng, who was repeatedly injured, was certainly no match for him.

After only a dozen moves, he was severely injured and vomited blood and fell back, unable to get up.

(End of this chapter)