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Wang Xiaojian sweated profusely at the thick eyebrows, smiled slightly, and said: "I am not trespassing, your young master invited us here."

"Our young master is completing the mission of the sect in the South Edge Demon Forest, why would he invite you to the mountain gate..."

Sneaking with thick eyebrows and sweating profusely.

But before the voice fell, the young master Pei Jin, who was held by Wang Xiaojian, let out a weak cry.

"Guard Bai, save me...help me..."

Pei Jin's voice was very soft, but Bai Dao, the leader of the guards at the mountain gate, heard it softly and clearly.

Not only did he hear clearly, but the other Zihuo sect powerhouses behind him also heard clearly.

Their bodies were slightly startled, and their eyes fell on the man who was caught by Wang Xiaojian.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, your face changes drastically.

"Young master... you!"

"Young master, how did you get hurt like this?"

"Young master, who hurt you?!"

There were bursts of voices, some surprised, some unbelievable.

Before, their attention fell on Wang Xiaojian who was trying to "break into" the Purple Fire Gate.

Unexpectedly, it was their young master Pei Jin who was caught by Wang Xiaojian.

"It's him...it's him who hurt me...save me..."

Pei Jin spoke again in a weak voice.

He told everyone that Wang Xiaojian had hurt him, and asked everyone from Zihuomen to save him.

The thick-browed guard Baidao, as well as the strong men of the Purple Fire Sect, became angry.

Bai Dao pulled out the precious saber from his waist, pointed at Wang Xiaojian, and shouted angrily: "You bastard, you dare to hurt my young master, and you still don't let him go!"

The other strong men of Zihuomen jumped forward and surrounded Wang Xiaojian, Wang Zhaojun and Daji.

They glared at each other, with a strong murderous intent exuding from their bodies, as if Wang Xiaojian would kill Wang Xiaojian if he refused to let him go.

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These Shanmen people are all powerful warriors.

Although their murderous intent was strong, Wang Xiaojian didn't take it seriously.

Wang Xiaojian grabbed Pei Jin, the young master, and said with a sneer, "I came to Zishan Mountain as a guest. You guys stop me like this?"

"Are you planning to do something? If so, I don't mind accompanying you to the end!"

Mingming Wang Xiaojian and all the girls were surrounded by strong men from Zihuomen.

However, Wang Xiaojian's expression did not change.

After finishing speaking, Wang Xiaojian clenched his fist, and suddenly a breath belonging to the two-star Wuzong radiated from his body.

Sensing Wang Xiaojian's Wuzong aura, the expressions of the strong Zihuomen and the leader of the Zongmen's bodyguard, Baidao, suddenly changed.

"You are Wu... Zong? How is it possible?!"

The strong men of Zihuomen were very surprised, they never thought that such a young person is actually a strong Wuzong.

The difference between Emperor Wu and Emperor Wuzong is one word.

However, the gap in combat power is like one day and one place.

In the sky, there are more than a dozen Wuhuangs around them, surrounding these people.

However, if the Wuzong man in front of him made a move, none of them would survive.

Baidao, the leader of the guards at the mountain gate, had an ugly expression on his face, and sweat broke out on the faces of the other Martial Emperor powerhouses.

The young master Pei Jin was seriously injured, but at this moment he was almost pissed off by these people.

He asked for help, of course he wanted these people to call the Xeon inside the door.

Wang Xiaojian is Wuzong.

But Zihuomen also has Wuzong, and the number is more than one.

Those Wu Zong came, and he could still be saved.

But they were lucky and immediately surrounded Wang Xiaojian.

If you will anger Wang Xiaojian, kill him.

Then his young master, didn't he die in vain?

Pei Jin's body was weak, and he shouted with all his strength, "You idiots, go and call my father, and the Great Elder, call all the elders!"

"If I die, you can't live either!"

"Yes, young master!"

The leader Baidao was sweating profusely.

He asked his subordinates to stay where they were, and he immediately spread his true energy wings and flew towards the mountain.

Not long after, a group of people with strong aura flew out from the purple volcano and flew towards where Wang Xiaojian was.

A total of more than thirty people.

They have different appearances and different ages, but their aura is very strong.

Among them, there are three people with the strongest breath.

Each has reached the Wuzong level.

One of the elders with white eyebrows, his aura has reached the level of three-star Wuzong!

Pei Qingguang, the master of the Zihuo Sect, is a strong Wuzong, whose cultivation has reached the level of a two-star Wuzong!

At this time, he saw Wang Xiaojian, and he also saw Pei Jin who was held by Wang Xiaojian.

Pei Jin's dying appearance made Pei Qingguang startled, and then he became furious, "Zhuzi, who are you, you dare to hurt my son, and you still haven't let him go."