The Prodigal Son of Condor Heroes: Li Mochou Wants to Pay for Himself

Someone immediately tried to block the girls' way, but just as they jumped into the air, they were ruthlessly knocked to the ground by the pine needles used by Ye Fan.

Some of them seemed unconvinced and continued to rush towards the women.

The pine needles in Ye Fan's hand kept shooting out like raindrops, forcing them to not get even a step closer to the women in white.

After everyone looked at him with fear, Ye Fan turned to look at the man in sackcloth with injured hands and chuckled, "So, do you still want to kill these beauties?"

The man in hemp clothes hung his hands, glared at Ye Fan with hatred on his face, and asked with gritted teeth: "Who are you? Why do you want to ruin the good things of our five major sects?"

Ye Fan smiled gently and was about to introduce himself when there was suddenly a loud noise outside the door, followed by a group of people rushing in like a tide.

The leader was Ouyang Ping, followed closely by Lu Wushuang and dozens of disciples from White Camel Villa.

"Butler Ouyang!" The girls cheered excitedly when they saw him.

Lu Wushuang ran to Ye Fan and asked with concern: "Uncle Junior Master, are you okay?"

Ouyang Ping glanced at the situation in the field, and a hint of astonishment and surprise flashed in his eyes.

He walked quickly to Ye Fan, his eyes revealing a trace of awe and gratitude, and said loudly: "Young Master, if you were not here this time, I am afraid that our White Camel Villa would have fallen into an irretrievable situation.

These bold lunatics dared to invade my White Camel Villa. We must not let them off easily!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his right hand, and the clear and loud sound of the bamboo whistle rang out.

In an instant, rustling sounds came from all directions, and colorful snakes swam over quickly, surrounding everyone in the hall.

When the people from the five sects saw snakes shaking their heads all around them, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts and their scalps began to tingle slightly.

The reason why they chose to take the risk and attack the White Camel Villa was because they received news that Ouyang Ping had taken away the group of snakes in the Snake Valley of White Camel Mountain.

At this moment, when they witnessed the spectacular sight of being besieged by tens of thousands of snakes, they finally understood why the Ouyang family had been able to firmly occupy the White Camel Mountain for decades and no one dared to easily violate their majesty.

It was also because the uncle and nephew of the West Poison Ouyang Feng took away more than half of the poisonous snakes in the Snake Valley and disappeared for more than ten years that the people of the five sects dared to take the risk to rob the White Camel Villa.

If it were in the past, even if they were given a hundred times the courage, they would never dare to provoke White Camel Villa.

Seeing that the people from the five major sects were so afraid of the poisonous snake, a tall and straight man in a tight shirt quickly stepped forward and shouted at Ouyang Ping:

"Butler Ouyang, long time no see! Where did you find such a delicate-skinned and tender-fleshed pretty boy to impersonate the young master of White Camel Mountain?"

Hearing this, Ye Fan couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, staring at the man in the tight clothes in front of him with a sharp gaze, secretly guessing his true identity and purpose.

Ouyang Ping's face turned extremely gloomy when he heard this. He stepped forward and shouted angrily at the man in the tights:

"Shi Tianxing! Stop talking nonsense here! This is the White Camel Villa. How can we tolerate your Ming Cult's reckless behavior? As for the identity of the young master, you, the leader of the Ming Cult, are not qualified to question it!"

Shi Tianxing snorted coldly and said calmly: "Butler Ouyang, you don't have to be so angry.

Everyone knows it very well in their hearts! Your White Camel Villa has long lost its glory, so how can there be any so-called young master?"

Ouyang Ping was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed his trembling finger at Shi Tianxing and roared angrily: "You... you actually dared to speak so rudely and openly insult our White Camel Villa! Well, today I will let you experience the real powerful methods of our White Camel Villa!"

After saying that, Ouyang Ping waved his arm, as if he was about to send out some kind of attack signal...

Shi Tianxing's face changed drastically, and he shouted in panic: "Ouyang Ping, do you really want to force us to fight to the death?"

You should know that the organizational structure of the Ming Cult is very different from that of other sects. Most of the believers come to join with their skills, and there is no clear master-disciple relationship.

It is extremely difficult to establish one's own direct followers in the Ming Cult.

Shi Tianxing was confident of his martial arts skills and was naturally not afraid of the snakes.

However, the people he brought today were all his trusted confidants whom he had cultivated over the years. If they suffered too many losses here, it would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to him.

The five major sects that came to the scene today originally planned to take advantage of the White Camel Villa's weakness to plunder it and then quickly escape.

No one expected Ouyang Ping to come back so quickly!

In fact, they didn't want to suffer mutual losses with the people from Baituo Villa.

So, when they saw Ouyang Ping preparing to take action, another person immediately stood up and shouted, "Wait!"

Ye Fan looked up and found a middle-aged Taoist priest in blue and white clothes.

When the man saw Ye Fan coming, he bowed and asked, "May I ask this young man's name? And why did you become the young master of White Camel Villa?"

Before Ye Fan opened his mouth to respond, Ouyang Ping on the side could not wait to answer: "The young master's surname is Ye Fan, and he is the disciple of the old master Ouyang Feng in the Central Plains!"

When the middle-aged Taoist heard this, he was immediately shocked and screamed, "What? The Western Poison Ouyang Feng is not dead yet?"

Ouyang Ping sneered and said in a cold tone: "Qing Lingzi, I know you are a skilled martial artist, but even if you can escape today, your Kunlun Sect will surely be brutally punished after the old master returns."

Qing Lingzi's expression changed slightly. He was well aware of Ouyang Feng's vicious methods.

Once, a sect in the Western Regions accidentally offended him, and as a result, all the men, women, and children in the sect were killed by Ouyang Feng's poison.

At this moment, his eyes flickered, and after thinking for a while in his heart, he suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted loudly:

"My fellow disciples, since the Western Poison Ouyang Feng is still alive, and we have completely offended the White Camel Villa, for the sake of the future and fate of our respective sects, today we have no choice but to kill everyone here in order to survive this disaster!"

Ouyang Ping was shocked when he heard this. Before he could take any action, he saw a monk and a Taoist priest step forward.

The Taoist priest was dressed in green and had a protruding temple. He was obviously a Taoist monk with great martial arts skills.

At this moment, he said with a murderous look on his face: "Daoyou Qing Lingzi is right. For the safety of Kongtong Sect, I, Mu Lingzi, must kill a lot today!"

The other monk was a middle-aged Tibetan monk. He also said sternly, "The Hand Seal Sect must not be destroyed by Master Linghui. Even if I risk my life today, I must put an end to this cause and effect."

At this time, a middle-aged monk with a face full of flesh also walked out from the gray-robed monks. He said sternly: "I, Huogong Toudao, have just founded the Vajra Sect not long ago. I don't want to cut off my hope and future like this. Today I will break the precept of killing. Even if I fall into the Avici Hell in the future, I will have no regrets!"