Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

The dispute between Gu and Yan has come to an end.

Baili Dongjun put the giant python Bai Liuli back into the basement of the tavern to rest.

Gu Jianmen held Yuexue in his hand and bowed deeply to Lei Mengsha and Mo Xiaohei. The Eighth Young Master of Beili had deep affection for them, like brothers, so how could he be bound by worldly etiquette?

Mo Xiaohei nodded and smiled without saying anything. Lei Mengsha waved his hand:

"Brother, what are you thanking me for?"

"Luo Xuan and Liu Yue are still outside the door! I don't want them to come in and steal the limelight! After all, they are prettier than the little girl!"

Gu Jianmen showed a smile on his face at this time, and then turned his gaze to Wen Yanzhao who was beside Baili Dongjun.

"I was defeated by Master Wen's sword that day, and I need his help again today! The reason for this must be a long story, but you have done a favor to our Gu Jian Sect, please accept my greetings!"

Gu Jianmen was upright and honest, and he clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment, which earned him the admiration of everyone present.

"Mr. Lingyun, why do you have to be so generous? You don't have to thank me. If he weren't my cousin, I wouldn't have come to this muddy water!"

Wen Yanzhao returned the greeting and spoke calmly.

Yan Liuli's face was sad at this time, with tears in her eyes, and the bride's red veil had been torn off long ago.

Looking at Gu Luoli's body in the coffin, two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks.

"From now on, I am the head of the Yan family. I will marry Gu Luoli today! Will anyone from the Yan and Gu families come to obstruct me?"

Seeing that everyone was looking at her silently, even though Yan Bietian was scheming and doing many evil things, what did it have to do with his sister Yan Liuli?

She and the eldest son of the Gu family have known each other since childhood, and they are in love with each other.

However, in this southwestern region, they competed with each other, and a pair of immortal lovers were separated forever by the schemes of a villain who was blinded by profit.

For a moment, everyone present was filled with emotion and sighed, and Gu Jianmen's eyes were red.

Wen Yanzhao is a kind person and cannot bear to see such scenes of hatred and resentment meeting and love and separation.

Just as his thoughts were wandering, Baili Dongjun suddenly patted him on the shoulder:

"Cousin, look at those people, why are they dressed so strangely? They don't look like people from Beili!"

Wen Yanzhao came back to his senses and looked in the direction Baili Dongjun had mentioned. He saw five people in black robes standing side by side on the wall of the Gu family's courtyard.

Behind them, two handsome young men, one in purple and one in white, floated down from the sky and landed in the center of the Gu Mansion.

"It's someone from Tianwai Tian!" Yan Liuli exclaimed.

"Catch that boy Baili who is born with a natural martial vein!" Elder Chen's hoarse voice was far slower than his speed.

Everyone seemed to see a black and purple lightning, which appeared in front of Zibai and Bai in an instant before they could blink.

"Let's see who dares!"

Wen Yanzhao knew that the person who came was very powerful, so he did not dare to be arrogant.

So he activated his internal energy in his right hand and took out several kinds of poisons from the storage space in the bag and hid them on his body.

"Young man from the Wen family, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business! Even if you are at the Ninth Heaven Realm, you are no different from a three-year-old baby in front of me!"

Elder Chen poured all his internal energy into his final words, shocking everyone present so much that their heads ache and blood seeped faintly from their ears.

With just this one move, Wen Yanzhao knew the answer.

This Elder Chen, who was dressed in a purple robe and looked skinny and weird, should be much stronger than himself!

His cultivation level is most likely at the Fuyao realm. He can cause internal injuries to a group of masters with his internal strength alone. Naturally, he should not be underestimated.

"White-haired Immortal, what are you doing standing there, Marquis Purple-robed?! Attack!"

At Elder Chen's command, two figures, one in white and one in purple, turned into flowing wind and attacked Baili Dongjun who was beside Sikong Changfeng!

Elder Chen stretched out both palms, bringing with them a gust of wind and slapping towards Wen Yanzhao!

Wen Yanzhao dodged to the side, barely avoiding the palm wind. With a "bang", the palm wind smashed the Gu family's side room into pieces!

"Is this the strength of Xiaoyao Tianjing? Then let me try and see what my limit is!"

……

At this moment, Wen Yanzhao, who had no time to care about Baili Dongjun, was fighting with Elder Chen!

Just as the White-haired Immortal and the Purple-robed Marquis were about to rush in front of Baili Dongjun, they were blocked head-on by a spear!

"If you want to touch my brother, ask the gun in my hand first!"

Sikong Changfeng held the spear in his hand, and his momentum surged instantly. He let out a long roar and thrust the spear towards the white-haired immortal who was the first to be hit!

The white-haired immortal wielded a sword that looked like it was made entirely of white jade, and he swung it to fight with Sikong Changfeng.

The folding fan in Zi Yi Hou's hand was also infused with internal energy, and the true energy surged, and the situation instantly became a two-on-one situation!

How can Sikong Changfeng resist?

After less than three moves, he was knocked far away by the Purple Robe Marquis' folding fan and spat out a mouthful of blood!

"Money-loser! How are you? Cousin..." Baili Dongjun shouted anxiously when he saw Sikong Changfeng was injured by the Purple-Robed Marquis!

At this moment, Wen Yanzhao was holding Chengying in his hand, fighting with Elder Chen from Xiaoyao Tianjing, and had no time to care about anything else!

Purple-Robed Marquis and White-Faced Immortal approached Baili Dongjun step by step. Even though he had learned the family's traditional lightness skills, how could he escape the joint pursuit of the two great masters from the outer world?

Just as he could strangle Baili Dongjun's throat with just one hand, a rosewood wine gourd flew towards Zibai and the other man!

"Uncle! You're here at last!"

Baili Dongjun naturally recognized that it was the wine gourd that he always used to warm a pot of wine!

The White-haired Immortal did not dare to take it head-on and swung his sword to block. However, the wine gourd was infused with a strong internal force from the warm wine, and the sword was blasted away as soon as it made contact!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Marquis Ziyi hurried to rescue his companions.

The warm pot of wine fell lazily from the roof of the main hall of the Gu family like a fallen leaf. With a wave of his right hand, the wine gourd returned to his hand obediently.

"Touch my nephew? You want to die... A handsome boy in purple and white? Is this the new color scheme this year?"

"I've seen you two hanging out together lately, are you guys a homosexual?!"

"Hurry up and go, I don't want to kill anyone. There's already a pair of star-crossed lovers today, it would be so annoying if you two were to be added to the mix!"

Wenhujiu made a face and joked to Zibai and the others.

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Baili Dongjun in his hand and jumped into the air, landing steadily on the roof.

But Sikong Changfeng was still covering his chest, with blood on the corner of his mouth as he fell to the side.

"Uncle, Sikong Changfeng...Changfeng is injured!"

Baili Dongjun was extremely anxious and pointed at Sikong Changfeng and shouted.

Wen Ju Jiu pouted and pretended to look for a long time before turning his head to where Sikong Changfeng was, narrowing his eyes and saying:

"Little Spear Fairy? Xiao Baili, do you two want to come together?"

When Sikong Changfeng saw Wen Hu Jiu looking at him with a smile, he immediately became energetic.

Enduring the pain in his chest, he supported the ground with his right hand holding the gun, and with the internal force of his feet, he jumped to the side of the warm pot of wine.

"Thank you for saving my life, senior!" Sikong Changfeng bowed with his gun!

"Hey? Why are you still calling me senior? Call me uncle!"

He spit out the last three words of "Warm the pot of wine" and patted Sikong Changfeng on the head.

"Uncle...Uncle! I was wrong!" Sikong Changfeng begged for mercy in pain.

"That's better. Sit here and watch your cousin beat up that weird old man!"

Wen Hu Jiu heard Sikong Changfeng finally change his mind, sat on the roof with satisfaction, opened the wine gourd and took a sip.