Chapter 1012 (1/2)

The huge mountain gate, under the beheading of Bai Chen, directly burst into dust all over the sky, so restless, suddenly broke the tranquility of nanxuanmen in the early morning.

Bai Chen is walking alone on the ancient road with the wind sword. Soon, a large number of men in white with long swords appear in front of him.

”Who dares to make trouble in nanxuanmen?” In the crowd in white, a man with a strong figure immediately drank heavily.

However, as soon as his voice fell, Bai Chen appeared in front of him from a distance just like a blink.

The man felt a dull pain in his abdomen, and his whole body flew away in an instant.

”My God --”

the others were shocked and ran back.

For these ordinary people in the Wulin, Bai Chen disdains to kill them. He can know himself well and run for his life decisively, which is worthy of his appreciation.

All the way unimpeded, until a few dressed gorgeous old man appeared in a other garden, the atmosphere suddenly depressed.

”Who are you? Have you ever thought about the consequences of making trouble in nanxuanmen?” An old man's skin is smiling, but his palm is gathering spiritual power.

Bai Chen calmly a smile, didn't speak, in the hand long sword scabbard, return scabbard.

It looks very simple. The swords in the hands of the old men broke instantly.

Hiss -

those who stayed here with the old people, after seeing such a terrible scene, were so scared that they lost their swords and fled to other places.

A man with a sword will flee all over the mountain

There are many other gardens in nanxuanmen, which cover a large area like a small town. Bai Chen walks through the long corridors gently, just like entering the uninhabited world.

I have to say that people in nanxuanmen are afraid of death.

Along the way, Bai Chen did not meet a person who seemed to protect the sect, so he could conclude that the south gate was unpopular.

If there is no door of virtue, there is no one who will be loyal to the death.

After walking along the ancient quiet road paved with white marble, we come to a very spacious courtyard. In front of the majestic high hall, a middle-aged man stands with his hands down.

The middle-aged man's long robe can't cover his shy stomach. He has a round and greasy face. His cheekbones are still prominent. He is born with anti bony features.

”Who are you? What advice do you have when you come to nanxuanmen?” The middle-aged man is not in a hurry to start, a pair of small eyes vigilant in the white Chen body look.

Autumn wind blowing, fallen leaves flying to the courtyard, in this majestic hall before quietly filled with a trace of desolation.

”I'm here for Tangmen.” Bai Chen's peaceful way.

”People of the Tang clan?” The middle-aged man's eyes twinkled with some surprise, and he wanted to say nothing.

”You must be Murong Yun, the owner of nanxuanmen.” Bai Chen puts the wind sword into the scabbard and walks slowly towards the middle-aged man.

Soon, he came to Murong cloud body, close to each other, Murong cloud suddenly felt an unprecedented palpitation.

This kind of palpitation, unexpectedly only comes from in the sight which is close at hand?!

”Cough, that, dare to ask young Xia, is there no injustice or hatred between us?” Murong Yun was a little flustered.

Smell speech, white Chen laughed to smile, raised hand to Murong cloud's shoulder to clap past.

Such a move made Murong Yun's face sink, and his palm also came quickly.

However, Bai Chen still takes the lead and presses the palm directly on his shoulder.