Just when Qing Yangzi was deliberately entangled and was not in a hurry to decide the outcome, the white-haired old man could not get out at all.

At this time, in the battle group at the entrance of the city gate, Wang Le joined, the old Yang and his wife dropped the guards to the ground in a blink of an eye, losing the power to fight again.

"Let's go!" Old Yang roared and led Tian Yunshan, quickly rushed out of the city gate that had not been closed without looking back.

As for Wang Le who was invisible, he first looked back at Qing Yangzi and the white-haired old man not far away, and then turned around and chased Lao Yang and his wife.

From the beginning to the present, the whole process was only less than three minutes, and it made the crowds of onlookers nearby dizzy and dazzled.

They didn't expect to see a fierce confrontation between the ground-level warriors at the city gate today.

Of course, this intenseness is just an outsider's opinion, and it is not the case for both parties in war.

The white-haired old man finally understood that the other party did not use all his strength at all.

Qing Yangzi, who was at ease, knew very well that leaving the city gate safely was just the beginning. Next, there were no ground-level masters who would get involved, and he would never let himself and Wang Le arrive at Nanhuaguan smoothly.

Therefore, preserving strength is the most suitable choice at present.

Just after the old Yang and his wife disappeared from the city gate, they saw Qing Yangzi, who seemed to be fighting hard to distinguish, suddenly slapped the sleeves of the robe that were bulging from the left and right sides, instantly clamping the black shadow of the spearhead!

With a dull "bang", the six sharp spearheads that were changing in the dark shadow were instantly knocked back to their original form and turned into one.

Before the white-haired old man pulled out his spear from his sleeve, he saw a strange smile suddenly hanging from the corner of his mouth. The sleeve of the black spearhead clamped the black spearhead suddenly loosened, and then suddenly disappeared from the original place, following the silver spear pole to the front of the white-haired old man's portal.

At this moment, the old white-haired man saw that Qing Yangzi was so fast that he had no time to deal with it. He couldn't help but burst into his mind and felt sad.

Because of Qing Yangzi's sudden burst of strength, the white-haired old man, who is a mid-stage expert in the Earth level, finally realized that he could not defeat the other party at all.

"The peak of the late stage of the martial arts level!" the white-haired old man wailed in his heart.

As an old ground-level warrior, the white-haired old man is of course clear about the difference between martial arts realm and combat power, so he immediately judged Qingyangzi's martial arts cultivation.

At this critical moment, Qing Yangzi saw that the old white-haired man was very tactful and gave up resisting and counterattacking. He couldn't help but snorted in his heart and said, "You haven't lived such an old age in vain, you know how to know what you are!"

After thinking about it, Qing Yangzi slapped the white-haired old man's chest with a palm, shifted it to the side a little, and left his strength to hit the other person's arm.

"Clang!"

The spear of the natal magic weapon in the old man's hand fell to the ground in an instant, and Qingyangzi followed him back and arrived at the city gate in a blink of an eye.

Then he disappeared from the sight of the white-haired old man and the onlookers.

Just as the crowd near the city gate was stunned, five or six rays of various colors of light flew out from the city toward this side, obviously the Earth-level master who came to the news.

Then, the five or six martial arts masters were seen clearly without waiting for everyone to see clearly, and then they did not land. Instead, they flew directly into the city gate and quickly chased outside the city.

At this time, when the old white-haired man who was about to stop him saw one of the middle-aged warriors who had a strange face but had a familiar figure, he couldn't help but frown slightly, revealing a thoughtful look, and stopped and did not chase after him.

Then five or six minutes later, three or four earth-level warriors rushed out of the city gate and headed out of the city like the previous group.

Then in the following time, the white-haired old man who put away his natal magic weapon was too lazy to continue to stay, and he disappeared directly because there were endless experts leaving the city and he couldn't stop him.

At this moment, everyone understood that the temptation of the tomb map of the First Emperor Ying Zheng was too great. For warriors, it was like a cat smelling the fishy smell. They always had to eat this fish before they would be willing to...

Time flies in a blink of an eye. When Wang Le, Qingyangzi, and Lao Yang and his wife met outside the city, they flew through the plains outside Baiyu Capital and landed at the foot of an unknown barren mountain, the sun had already set in the west.

In the afterglow of the sunset, the old Yang and his wife stood respectfully in front of Qingyangzi. Wang Le had already taken off the disguise mask that turned into Jia Shaoxiang, with a faint smile on his face, and stood aside without saying a word.

"After you and your wife returned to Guixu Temple, in addition to sending new disciples to Bai Yujing to take charge of the affairs, the most important task left is to accurately grasp the relevant cultivation resources, and leave them to me after returning to the level of martial arts heaven after I go back."

Qing Yangzi solemnly told Lao Yang and his wife.

"Don't worry, Master, we will prepare everything before you look back." Lao Yang said with a serious expression.

At this time, Tian Yunshan showed a hint of worry on his face and looked at Qingyangzi and said, "Master, the journey is difficult, so let's accompany you to Nanhuaguan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingyangzi shook his head and refused and said, "I have my own sense of responsibility. You two can return to Xuguan quickly."

After a pause, Qingyangzi showed a proud look on his face and said lightly: "If you don't go out today, no one can compete with me. Those experts in the Earth-level who chased me from Baiyu Capital are not qualified to carry my shoes."

Just as Tian Yunshan was about to speak, Old Yang pulled the other party's sleeve and smiled and said, "Your Majesty never lie, don't worry!"

Then the master and servant said a few goodbye words and did not talk about anything else.

When we parted, Lao Yang looked at Wang Le, who had never spoken since he left the city, and he clasped his fists with his solemn expression: "My dear nephew, the green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever, and there will be a time in the future!"

Wang Le was stunned at first, then smiled and replied: "Uncle Yang, see you in the world tomorrow!"

At this time, Tian Yunshan blinked at Wang Le and said, "Nephew Wang, I hope that next time we and my wife will go out to watch again, and when we enter the martial arts world, the name of the Imperial throne can resound throughout the martial arts world and defeat all the geniuses of the same generation!"

"Uh!" Wang Le's face suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but touch his nose, and said speechlessly: "I'll lend you auspicious words."

"But the boy has never been a troublemaker, so it would be a fantasy to lose all the geniuses of the same generation."

Tian Yunshan shook his head in disagreement and said, "Nephew, martial arts is not about cultivating and cultivating nature, but about fighting. A general succeeds in thousands of bones. Only in this way can he reach the peak of martial arts and achieve undefeated achievements!"
Chapter completed!