Campus Beauty, Scamp Master

When the Native Ancient Martial Force of Northern State saw Ming Ye and the others trying to enter the Bronze Gate, all of them unleashed their inner force attacks. Some of them were blade beams, while others were sword beams. All of these attacks were aimed at them.    

    

"We are the Huaxia Divine Dragon Group. Who dares to stop us?!"    

    

When Wang Ze saw this scene, his face was filled with anger as he said.    

    

It would be fine if he didn't say this, but as soon as he said this, it immediately caused the experts of the Native Ancient Martial Force from the Northern State to speak in a cold tone.    

    

"Humph! Huaxia Divine Dragon Group, an ancient martial force from the east, actually came to our Northern State Continent to rob us. Don't you think that you are too much!"    

    

"It's fine. We have treasures in the Northern State Continent, and we can steal them from our own people. You ancient martial forces from the other seas, don't even think about getting a share of it!"    

    

"That's right!"    

    

These Native Ancient Martial Force from the Northern State Continent usually did not have friendly relations with each other, but at this time, they were unusually united.    

    

As they spoke, their inner energy attacks became stronger.    

    

"We must advance to the Bronze Gate first. We cannot fight them head-on here. If we are bitten by these experts from the Native Ancient Martial Force from the Northern State Continent, I'm afraid we will have a hard time escaping!"    

    

The leader of the Divine Dragon Group, Ming Ye, said to the crowd with a solemn expression.    

    

Everyone understood what Captain Ming Ye meant. Although the Divine Dragon Group wasn't weak, if they were surrounded, it would be difficult for them to fight four opponents with just two fists.    

    

However, the current situation was not something they could leave as they wished. The surrounding inner force attacks were about to arrive, so they had to leave someone behind to protect them.    

    

Almost at this moment, Wang Xiao made a decision. He said to Ming Ye and the others, "You guys go first, I'll hold them back!"    

    

"Wang Xiao, how can I let you stay behind to cover the retreat? Let me do it. I will rely on you to take care of the members of my Divine Dragon Group team."    

    

Ming Ye heard this and couldn't help but shake his head. He said to Wang Xiao with a serious face.    

    

Wang Xiao wanted to say something else, but at this moment, Wu Wushuang was already standing behind them. He shouted at them, "All of you, stop arguing. Leave this matter to me. All of you go in first. I'll be right there!"    

    

"Senior Wu..." Ming Ye was shocked and moved when he saw Wu Wushuang leaving the group and standing behind them.    

    

"Old Man Wu..." Wang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then he said with a serious expression, "You old man, you are a loyal man. I will wait for you inside. Hurry up and follow me!"    

    

"Alright!"    

    

Wu Wushuang did not waste any time and nodded with a serious expression.    

    

Immediately, Wang Xiao, Ming Ye, and the rest of his Divine Dragon Group Member entered the Bronze Gate first. Only Wu Wushuang was left standing in front of the Bronze Gate.    

    

At this moment, the waves of inner energy that blotted out the sun in the surroundings had already mixed with a frightening pressure and swept over at a shocking speed.    

    

Wuwu!    

    

The violent wind had already caused the green robed Wu Wushuang's clothes to flutter and flutter.    

    

Wu Wushuang's expression remained the same, his pair. He bent his legs slightly and spread his hands. His arms were round and a mysterious Martial Intent spread out from his body.    

    

"Humph, these people from the Huaxia Divine Dragon Group are looking down on us. They only left one person behind to cover the retreat. Isn't this courting death?"    

    

When the experts of the Native Ancient Martial Force from the Northern State Continent saw this scene, they couldn't help but smile coldly.    

    

"Cut the crap. Let's finish this old man first!"    

    

Boom!    

    

One sword light after another rained down on the Bronze Gate with a fierce momentum.    

    

The White-haired Old Man on the Bronze Gate looked even more skinny and tiny.    

    

However, at this moment, Wu Wushuang opened his eyes. Countless cold lights shot out from the depths of his eyes. Mysterious Martial Intent spread out from his body. A Eight Trigrams pattern slowly appeared on his round arms in front of him.    

    

As he played the eight trigrams, he muttered softly, "All the laws in the world are eight trigrams. The Five Elements Formation is natural!"    

    

Bang!    

    

In an instant, countless violent torrents of inner energy had arrived in front of the Bronze Gate. In the blink of an eye, they had swallowed Wu Wushuang's body. A dazzling light exploded in front of everyone's eyes.    

    

"Hmph, you're just trying to act mysterious. Under the joint attack of so many of us, there's no way that you can survive!"    

    

"That's right, those people from the Huaxia Divine Dragon Group are too arrogant!"    

    

The experts from the Native Ancient Martial Force of Northern State Continent curled their lips into a sneer, as if they were mocking Wu Wushuang for overestimating himself.    

    

"Is that so?"    

    

Right at this moment, an aged voice came from the Bronze Gate.    

    

"What?" When everyone heard this, their faces were filled with shock, and they all turned their heads to look at the source of the voice.    

    

They saw that at the entrance of the Bronze Gate, an eight-trigram diagram that was spinning continuously appeared out of nowhere. Their original internal energy attacks were all circulating endlessly within the eight-trigram diagram.    

    

Everyone could feel how powerful the internal energy attack that they had condensed was within this eight-trigram diagram.    

    

It was precisely because of this that they were so surprised. Why did their internal energy attacks not spread out recklessly but were instead enveloped by the massive eight-trigram diagram?    

    

"I don't like to fight in my life, so the Ancient Kung Fu Arts that I cultivate isn't very powerful either. However, it has one advantage, and that is that it can move stars in exchange for battle, and it can even be exchanged for a tooth..."    

    

Under the huge Eight Trigrams diagram stood the figure of an old man in a green robe. It was Wu Wushuang. At this moment, his hands were hugging a circle, and he was speaking leisurely to the experts from the Native Ancient Martial Force of the Northern State Continent in front of him.    

    

His tone was very calm, but when it entered into the ears of everyone, it was like a clap of thunder in a drought, because they were shocked to find out...    

    

This old man was actually able to withstand the attack of all the experts from the Native Ancient Martial Force from Northern State Continent with his strength alone!    

    

If they hadn't personally witnessed this scene, they definitely wouldn't have believed it.    

    

Not only the Native Ancient Martial Force of Northern State Continent, even those experts from the ancient martial forces of the ocean who were standing not far away from the scene couldn't help but be dumbstruck when they saw this scene.    

    

On the other side of the mountain, the group of rogue cultivators and the White-clothed Youth behind them widened their eyes slightly.    

    

White-clothed Youth's face was full of excitement, and his eyes were full of Fighting Intent. He whispered, "Father is right. There is always someone stronger than us. This old man's strength... He can already fight with Uncle Du. If we can recruit him... Father will definitely be proud of me..."    

    

While White-clothed Youth was deep in thought, Wu Wushuang spoke once again. He said to the experts of Native Ancient Martial Force from Northern State Continent, "Next, all of you should have a good taste of your own attacks!"    

    

When Wu Wushuang said this, the experts of Native Ancient Martial Force from Northern State Continent couldn't help but be stunned. Taste their own attacks?    

    

What did this mean?    

    

In the next second, they saw Wu Wushuang move both of his hands. The eight-trigram diagram in front of them suddenly flicked, and the countless streams of inner energy in the diagram surged. It shot out from within like raindrops and swept towards them...    

    

They finally understood what Wu Wushuang meant when he said "taste their own attacks"!    

    

Looking at the torrent of inner energy that was shot out by the Eight Trigrams Martial Intents like raindrops, a cold light flashed in Wu Wushuang's eyes. This was the Ancient Martial Arts that he cultivated, the Eight Trigrams Wandering Dragon Palm!