"Beyond Yingchuan, how could there be so many masters?"
His gaze swept quickly around.
"The one with the carrying pole might be the yellow-robed elder; I'm afraid even Master would have difficulty in a prolonged fight against him."
"This big fellow is proficient in both internal and external arts, skilled in the Red Sand Evil Palm, and is extremely troublesome, probably a deputy hall master."
"We're outnumbered; we can't fight, we must go!"
He made up his mind and immediately shouted "Mountain Move" in the Hengyang dialect.
The Demon Cult followers didn't understand, but the Hengshan disciples immediately got it.
Retreating like a shifting mountain, advancing like wind and rain, from "Wuzi's Adaptability."
Zhao Rong kicked a wooden table flying to block the sneakily shot hidden weapons, then kicked it towards the Demon Cult big fellow.
Turning around, he lifted his sword and joined Mo Da in a strong attack on the yellow-robed elder.
These movements were done in one go!
