Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"What a fool's dream! I've been wandering the world for decades and have never been threatened by anyone!"

"If you dare to harm her today, I will tear you to pieces!"

Huang Yaoshi glared angrily at the white-robed youth, completely ignoring his attempts to sow discord.

"Then I'll kill her right now!"

As the laughter abruptly stopped, the young man in white immediately revealed a fierce expression, suddenly grabbed Cheng Ying by the throat, and shouted sharply.

However, at this moment, Duan Zhengchun, who was standing still, suddenly rushed out like lightning, and then immediately transformed into nine figures, which rushed towards the white-robed youth in a fan shape!

Each figure held a Lingxiao sword, and each sword blade exuded a powerful sword aura!

Upon seeing this, the white-robed youth's eyes widened instantly. An invisible aura of death swept over him, leaving his mind blank for a moment!

He saw the surging killing intent in those eighteen pairs of eyes!

At that moment, he suddenly stiffened and sat motionless on the tiger's back!

Huang Yaoshi frowned slightly as he witnessed the scene unfolding before him. Then he saw Duan Zhengchun vanish in a flash, taking Cheng Ying away from the white-robed youth and returning to their original position!

All of this happened in an instant!

Almost in the blink of an eye, Duan Zhengchun had turned the tide!

"Roar!"

As another roar of the white tiger rang out, the stiff young man in white finally came to his senses, gasped for breath, and looked at Duan Zhengchun in surprise.

"What kind of martial arts did you just use?!"

As he spoke, his body was already soaked in cold sweat!

If Duan Zhengchun hadn't been trying to save people, but instead wanted to kill them, he would probably be dead by now!

He didn't know what had happened. He only remembered making eye contact with those eighteen pairs of eyes, and then he knew nothing more. When he came to his senses, he found that Cheng Ying had already been rescued!

However, Huang Yaoshi had witnessed everything that had just happened, and now his eyes were filled with a complex expression as he looked at Duan Zhengchun. He had already figured out what kind of martial art Duan Zhengchun had just used!

"You are a dying man; knowing too much is of no use to you!"

Duan Zhengchun gently placed Cheng Ying on the ground and coldly looked at the young man in white, saying something.

He had just checked Cheng Ying's injuries and confirmed that although Cheng Ying was seriously injured, she was only unconscious and her life was not in danger for the time being.

The young man in white gritted his teeth and suddenly pulled out a bamboo whistle from his pocket. As the whistle rang out, dozens of white-clad women wielding long swords suddenly appeared on the rooftops around them and rushed towards Duan Zhengchun and Huang Yaoshi from all directions!

At the same time, countless giant snakes suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the entire manor, flicking their tongues and swarming forward!

Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes, holding the Lingxiao Sword, and rushed towards the dozens of female swordsmen like lightning. In an instant, he transformed into nine ghostly figures, and blood and flesh flew everywhere he went!

Little Dragon Girl and Li Mochou followed closely behind!

At this moment, Huang Yaoshi also took out a jade flute from his bosom. As the flute music started, the giant snakes that had been swarming over instantly froze in place and collapsed to the ground!

The white-clad youth sitting on the white tiger's back also showed a look of pain, covering his ears with both hands and roaring incessantly, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose!

The white-clad women who had joined forces to attack Duan Zhengchun were thrown into disarray by the sound of the flute and were completely unable to resist the bloodthirsty Duan Zhengchun!

After a long time, everything finally settled down, and dozens of white-clad women wielding long swords all died under Lingxiao's sword!

After a moment's hesitation, Huang Yaoshi finally put down the jade flute.

He used the Jade Flute Sound Wave Technique, but everyone present was affected, except for Duan Zhengchun, who showed no signs of being bewitched from beginning to end!

Huang Yaoshi was already filled with shock at this.

He certainly didn't want to hurt Duan Zhengchun, but he felt that Duan Zhengchun was now a very terrifying existence!

A supreme master who far surpasses the Five Great Masters of the World!

As the sound of the flute ceased, the young man in white finally recovered. He wiped the blood from his mouth and nose, staring in horror at the horrific scene before him, at a loss for what to do.

Duan Zhengchun flicked his wrist, shaking off the blood droplets on the sword's edge, and then slowly walked towards the white-robed youth, each step seeming to announce the youth's death!

"do not come!"

"It's not too late to leave now! If you kill me, even if you leave White Camel Peak alive, you will surely die without a burial place one day, and someone will avenge me!"

The young man in white looked at Duan Zhengchun, who was closing in step by step, with fear, and warned him in a trembling voice.

However, Duan Zhengchun remained unmoved, and his killing intent grew stronger and stronger, even making Huang Yaoshi behind him somewhat wary.

Immediately afterwards, another roar came, and the tiger under the white-robed youth suddenly rushed towards Duan Zhengchun, opened its blood-red maw, and fiercely bit at Duan Zhengchun's head!

"Beast!"

Duan Zhengchun shouted and decisively swung his Lingxiao Sword, instantly cleaving the white tiger's body in two!

Immediately afterward, a figure flashed, and Duan Zhengchun's sword was already pressed against the white-robed youth's throat!

The young man in white looked ashen-faced, staring at Duan Zhengchun in terror, his eyes filled with fear of death!

"Master?!"

Just then, a shout rang out, and a figure riding a giant eagle flew through the air, leaped, and landed beside Duan Zhengchun.

Yang Guo!

"How did you come?!"

Duan Zhengchun looked at Yang Guo, who had suddenly appeared, and asked him a question coldly.

Since the incident in Xiangyang, Yang Guo has left without saying goodbye. He shouldn't be here at all!

"Please, Master, show mercy and spare his life!"

Yang Guo bowed respectfully and said with a solemn expression.

"You're pleading for him?!"

Do you know what he did?!

Duan Zhengchun frowned and looked coldly at Yang Guo, who was pleading for the young man in white.

"I know, but I beg you, Master, to spare his life for my sake!"

Yang Guo nodded, still pleading for mercy.

"Give me a reason!"

Duan Zhengchun, with a stern face, coldly said something and sheathed his sword.

The young man in white breathed a sigh of relief, and after his expression softened slightly, he hesitated as he looked at Yang Guo, who had suddenly appeared to plead for him, feeling utterly unfamiliar with him.

"If I'm not mistaken, this person should be a descendant of the Ouyang family. My godfather and Elder Hong died not long ago on the summit of Mount Hua..."

"He might be his godfather's only descendant..."

Yang Guo hesitated for a moment, then tried his best to explain.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun was stunned. He never expected to hear the devastating news of Hong Qigong's death!

"What did you say?!"

"You're saying the old beggar and the old beggar are dead?!"

Huang Yaoshi quickly approached and asked in disbelief.

Yang Guo nodded and continued, "That's right. A month ago, the two of them fought fiercely at the summit of Mount Hua, and both ultimately died from exhaustion..."

Upon hearing this answer, both Duan Zhengchun and Huang Yaoshi's expressions turned somewhat solemn.

Duan Zhengchun felt sorry for Hong Qigong, but he never expected that Hong Qigong had already returned to the Central Plains, and he never expected that their first meeting would become their last!

Huang Yaoshi lamented that three of the Five Greats of the world had died, leaving only him and the reclusive Master Yideng.

"Therefore, I humbly beg my master to spare this man's life!"

Yang Guo looked at Duan Zhengchun again and pleaded once more.

After all, he was Ouyang Feng's adopted son, and he couldn't just stand by and watch Ouyang Feng's only descendant die.

Not long ago, he accidentally met the people of White Camel Manor in the martial arts world, and only then did he learn that his godfather still had descendants in the world. So he inquired all the way to the Western Regions.

Then he heard that White Camel Manor had captured Huang Yaoshi's disciples, and worried that something had happened to White Camel Manor, so he rushed over.

"This reason is not enough!"

But Duan Zhengchun shook his head and answered in a cold voice.

Whether Ouyang Feng had descendants or not was irrelevant to him.

Moreover, the young man in white must pay the price for harming Cheng Ying!

"Master!"

Yang Guo called out and suddenly knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Why would you go to such lengths for a wicked person?! Did I teach you all this for nothing?!"

Duan Zhengchun looked at Yang Guo with displeasure and reprimanded him sternly.

Yang Guo clasped his hands and said, "I know he deserves to die, but he is, after all, a descendant of the Ouyang family. If I were to stand idly by, it would be unjust!"

"Please, Master, spare him..."

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