The black sedan appeared in the dense forest and would catch up within a few seconds.
Lu Qingyun's heart was still not strong enough to escape alone.
In the end, he decided to stay and block the black sedan, so as to gain more escape opportunities for the girls around him.
Facing the black sedan, he had no chance of winning.
He took off the iron ring on his left hand and secretly handed it to Emei disciple Jinghui beside him.
Afraid that Ding Minjun, who was walking in front, would find out about the accident, he specifically leaned into Jinghui's ear and whispered: "Give the iron ring to Zhou Zhiruo and tell her that she will take over as the fifth generation head of the Emei Sect."
Although I have not been in contact with these Emei disciples for a long time, I have a certain understanding of them.
The disciples of Jingzi's generation are not very high in cultivation, and they are a little aloof from the world and cannot take on big responsibilities.
The only people who have the ability to take over the Emei Sect are Zhou Zhiruo and Ding Minjun.
If he had to choose between the two, Lu Qingyun would choose Zhou Zhiruo without even thinking about it.
"Senior Brother Head!"
The position of head of Emei is now like a reminder. In less than half a day, he will be replaced again.
Jinghui didn't have to guess what Lu Qingyun was going to do next, and her voice became choked.
"Take them and get out of here!" Lu Qingyun didn't have time to hesitate and cursed in a low voice.
Jinghui was agitated, a little frightened and quickly turned around to greet the girls to leave quickly.
Not long after the women disappeared, a famous Western monk appeared not far away carrying a black sedan.
Lu Qingyun shook his robe and watched with full vigilance as the black sedan landed in front of him.
The deep voice of the person in the black sedan came out, "Young man, you have good cultivation, why don't you leave on your own and have to wade through this muddy water."
Lu Qingyun smiled proudly, "Why should I leave?"
"Haha." A chuckle came from the black sedan, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
"My great master is Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Zhenren, and my father-in-law is the Condor Hero Yang Guo. How many people in the world dare to kill me?"
Lu Qingyun didn't know if the reputation of his great master and father-in-law could scare away the men in the black sedan chair. He picked up his legs and walked slightly, ready to dodge attacks at any time.
After a long silence, the man in the black sedan suddenly asked, "Did Zhang Sanfeng kill Yelu Qi or Yang Guo?"
Lu Qingyun was stunned. He didn't expect that the man in the black sedan would ask Yeluqi.
As soon as I thought about it, I understood immediately. They all work for the Mongolian Tatars, so there must be some connection between them.
He wondered if the person in the black sedan came from the doghouse.
It would be easier if that were the case.
The biggest change in these lackeys who have lost their national integrity is that they are greedy for life and afraid of death. As long as there is the slightest thing that endangers their own safety, they will weigh it for a long time.
"Haha, that Mongolian lackey from Yeluqi thought he would be invincible when he reached the Grand Master realm, but he was easily slapped to death by my father-in-law."
The black sedan fell into silence again.
Lu Qingyun didn't expect that his father-in-law's name would be so useful, and he got a little carried away, "I advise you to retreat early, so as not to overturn your doghouse in anger when my father-in-law gets angry!"
"you wanna die!"
The black sedan's evil energy surged into the sky, tearing apart the curtain of the sedan, and a powerful palm force rushed out.
Lu Qingyun secretly cried out.
Faced with the powerful palm force, even if he used Lingbo Weibu to dodge desperately, he was still knocked back several meters.
Lu Qingyun, who was lying on the ground, felt the blood surge in his chest and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Maybe he vomited out the blood in his chest, and he became more energetic. He raised his head and looked at the black sedan.
A very old monk in red clothes walked out of the black sedan.
"Young man, now you know the consequences of showing off your strength!"
The monk in red cleaned the wrinkles on the Buddha's clothes, then came to Lu Qingyun slowly and lowered his head slightly to look down.
"Who are you?"
Lu Qingyun didn't expect to mention Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Guo, and the other party dared to take action, so he asked with some unwillingness to give up.
"Haha, it doesn't matter if I tell you, I am Challan Dorje, the protective elder of the Sakya sect."
Faced with a man who was about to die, Charan Dorje did not hide his identity and spoke out openly.
Lu Qingyun knew very well that Chalan Dorje would definitely not let him go, otherwise he would not say it without any scruples.
Looking at Charan Dorje who was so close, Lu Qingyun slowly raised his right hand and grabbed his ankle.
Chalan Dorje let Lu Qingyun grab his ankle with a mocking expression on his face.
When I asked him to leave, he refused to leave. It is impossible to ask for mercy now.
"Young man, it's too late to regret now."
Lu Qingyun did not allow Lu Qingyun to think too much at the moment of life and death. Beiming Magic was activated instantly and quickly absorbed Chalan Dorje's internal power.
Charan Dorje felt that the true energy in his body was rapidly disappearing from his legs, and he was shocked!
Unexpectedly, the disciples of the Wudang Sect actually learned the power-transforming method of Xingxiuhai in the Western Region.
In anger, he raised his right foot and kicked Lu Qingyun in the head.
Lu Qingyun also tried his best, tilted his body, stretched out his left hand and grabbed it with all his strength.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, Lu Qingyun's chest forcefully withstood Chalan Dorje's kick, and his sternum was broken.
Fortunately, his left hand caught Charan Dorji's right foot in advance and blocked the incoming force slightly, otherwise he would have been kicked to death in the first catch.
The severe pain made Lu Qingyun almost faint. In order to survive, he could only endure the huge pain and desperately absorb Charan Dorje's internal power.
Charan Dorje's left leg was caught, and the true energy in his body flowed out of his body uncontrollably.
Lu Qingyun kept doing nothing and his left hand was seriously injured, but he still gritted his teeth and grabbed it.
Charan Dorji lost control of his legs and knelt on the ground.
He was frightened and desperately hit Lu Qingyun's body with his palms, trying to escape from control.
But as the true energy in the body disappears, the force of the blow becomes smaller and smaller, and the speed becomes slower and slower.
For the first time, his palms were placed on Lu Qingyun's back and he no longer had the strength to lift them up.
Lu Qingyun was confused and his eyes were so stained by the blood on his head that he could not open them.
He only had one thought: the more he sucked, the greater his chance of saving his life!
With this thought, he held on to Charan Dorji's legs with all his strength, trying to absorb his inner strength.
Seeing the strange scene of Charan Dorje kneeling on the ground not far away, the Western monk was very strange, so he ran over together.
"Dharma protector, what's wrong with you?" A monk couldn't help but ask.
"Hurry and help me pull him away." Charan Dorje said weakly.
After receiving the order, the two of them held Charan Dorje's arms. The other two glanced at Lu Qingyun, who was lying on the ground and was dying, and stretched out his hands to grab him while half-kneeling.
With just such a grab, their hands seemed to be stuck with glue, and the true energy in their bodies began to flow uncontrollably towards Lu Qingyun.
"Junior brother, come and help, I'm stuck."
"Brother, I can't move either."
Monk Fan, who held Charan Dorji's arm, said tremblingly.
Charan Dorje's whole body was drained of all his energy, and he was speechless.
If I had known this would happen, nothing would have happened if I slapped him to death one after another, but now it is too late to regret.
