Urban Hardened All-area System

"Da."    

"Tap."    

The two wooden shoes stepped on the stone steps, making a crisp knocking sound.    

Behind the grand and imposing second door, a sage-like old man slowly walked out.    

His face was thin and his expression was indifferent, as if he had seen through the mortal world.    

Three long white whiskers floated neatly on the eight trigrams pattern on the chest of the blue robe. As he walked, he moved with the wind, as graceful as an immortal.    

He seemed to be going down the mountain, but for some reason, he gave people a strange feeling that he was going up the mountain.    

He was mysterious and profound.    

No wonder the local people called him an old immortal.    

There was no need to guess. This person must be the Sect Master of Eight Trigrams Sect, the Temple Master of Five Elements Temple, and the strongest person in Peacock Mountain - Sima Zhengming.    

Ding! He had triggered the proficient-level Discerning Ability. ... Successful to see through."    

Ye Hong just gave it a try, but failed as expected.    

"Master," Ye Hong said.    

Seeing the newcomer, Sima Chongting smiled like a child and ran towards the old man.    

"Greetings, Sect Master."    

The disciples of Eight Trigrams Sect dispersed their formation and greeted Sima Zhengming.    

Sima Ann glared at Ye Hong with hatred. He thought that this kid was really lucky, so he quickly said to Sima Zhengming, "Sect Master. This man says he's your last disciple?    

Why have I never heard of a disciple who has been on the mountain for so many years?"    

Sima Chongting also said anxiously, "Master, quickly help to mediate. There must be some mistake between the two of them."    

Sima Zhengming reached out his hand and interrupted Sima Chongting's words.    

"Where's Cai?"    

Sima Zhengming asked expressionlessly. His old and vigorous voice seemed to contain some kind of rhythm.    

Sima Chongting was stunned for a moment, then he realized that Sima Zhengming was asking about Cai Jiannan.    

"Mister Cai is still in Sakura Kingdom, so he couldn't come back in time. That's why I asked Senior Brother Ye to come and celebrate your birthday for him..."    

Sima Chongting was explaining when he was interrupted by Sima Zhengming. "He can't come back?!    

"Humph! I don't think I want to come back," Sima Zhengming said.    

Sima Zhengming raised his voice and his expression turned ugly.    

He pointed at Ye Hong and shouted in a deep voice. "This humble Taoist did not remember taking in such a disciple. This person used my reputation to fool others, and now he still dares to come to my Eight Trigrams Sect!    

Men, break his arms and legs and throw him down the mountain path!"    

Such a sage-like old man's temper changed instantly. His words carried a ruthless aura.    

Is he really a cultivator?    

You're always playing Sichuan dramas, aren't you? You change your expression just like that!    

Ye Hong did not know where to complain, but he noticed that the disciples of Eight Trigrams Sect who had received the order had formed the Ba Gua Formation again.    

Yan Lan was so scared that she hid beside the mountain path and watched this scene from afar.    

Sima Ann gave Ye Hong a ferocious smile. "Junior brother Chongting is pure and brainless. It's easy for you to deceive me, but you can't escape my Fiery Golden Eyes!    

[First Layer of Sea] " Disciple, listen up and form the Eight Trigrams Formation! "    

There were a total of eight positions around Ye Hong, and three disciples were standing in each of them.    

There were a total of 24 people, and they had sealed off all of Ye Hong's routes of attack or escape.    

If one could look down from the sky, one would find that there seemed to be invisible lines between these disciples.    

If one were to move their entire body, the person who moved would have to face the person inside the entire formation.    

"Attack!"    

As Sima Ann gave the order, the eight closest disciples stepped on the Eight Trigrams Steps and charged forward with the Eight Trigrams Palm.    

The palm wind rumbled like eight thunder claps in the clear sky.    

Sima Chongting was very anxious and still said something to Sima Zhengming, but Sima Zhengming simply closed his eyes and ignored him.    

Ye Hong, who was in the middle of the formation, had a slight smile on his face.