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Xie Shan couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat when he saw so many martial artists enter.

The reputation that Four Seasons Tower had enjoyed for hundreds of years was now ruined.

How could Xie Shan not know the dangers of taking in Song Xuanyang? However, he was also interested in the martial arts manual in Song Xuanyang's hands.

The absolute arts and techniques were owned by the virtuous and the virtuous.

The red-browed old man was not the virtuous one, Song Xuanyang was not, and he, Xie Shan, was not even involved.

Only when most of the martial artists had entered did Li Yao stand up slowly. He was not anxious at all.

Tang Xiaohu didn't know whether or not he really came to see the commotion, but the whole way he was chatting and laughing, as if he didn't care about the divine arts at all.

Li Dao was curious as to why Song Xuyang did not hide in the dense forest after obtaining the manual left behind by Taibai. Wouldn't it be better if he trained diligently for ten years, then went out to act mighty after he was invincible? With the crude methods of this era, hiding deep in the mountains would not be easy to find.

However, this was only Li Dao's imagination. No matter how mysterious the martial arts left behind by Li Taibai were, he would not be invincible while cultivating.

It was still that old saying, 'The invincible person is not some kind of martial arts, but someone'.

A hundred years ago, Qiao Feng's Great Ancestor's long fist had killed all the heroes of the village.

As he walked through the door, his vision suddenly widened.

The Four Seasons Villa was indeed a villa that had been established more than a hundred years ago.

There were many people from the martial arts world that entered the villa, around two to three hundred of them.

Don't think that three hundred people is too little, the number one sect in the world, the True Sect, would only have around a thousand disciples.

Thus, these two to three hundred people were already the backbone of Chuan Shu Wu Lin.

Li Dao stood in the middle of the Manor and looked around. He did not directly go to search.

This was because it was impossible for Song Xuanyang to surrender. Even if he found him, he would still need to engage in a fierce battle. It would be better for him to be in his best condition right now.

Tang Xiaohu was standing beside Li Dao with a relaxed expression, like a young master visiting a sightseeing manor.

Not long after, miserable screams could be heard from afar.

Needless to say, Song Xuanyang must have been found.

Everyone rushed towards the source of the voice. Li Dao and Tang Xiaohu looked at each other before catching up.

In a courtyard that was not small, three hundred people huddled together seemed small.

In front of the crowd, there was a middle-aged man with sinister eyes. He appeared to be in his thirties, his cheeks were sunken, and his muscles were lean and lean.

Five or six corpses lay in front of him. There were a few bloody holes on the corpses; they had undoubtedly been killed by him.

This was because the brush in his hand was still dripping blood.

This person was Song Xuanyang, the eldest disciple of Eccentric Red Beard. He had inherited Eccentric Red Beard's kung fu skills and the art of poking points.

"For you to be able to find this, it seems you have put in a lot of effort?"

Song Xuanyang's gaze was vicious. He did not have the slightest fear that a great disaster was about to befall him.

The group of martial artists began to curse loudly. Some were threatening, while others were tempting. Their voices were mixed together, making people feel a bit confused when they heard it.

Li Dao laughed. These martial artists really did not have many brains.

While Li Dao was still thinking, a loud voice filled with energy came from the front.

"Song Xuanyang, you bastard. Brother Red Beard has been good to you, how can you kill your teacher? Today, I want to clean up the mess for Brother Red Beard! "

The master of the Iron Sword Castle shouted righteously with his white hair fluttering in the wind.

"That's right, Song Xuanyang. Today, we are going to clean up the red-browed old man's mess. If you're smart, then surrender." Yin Changsheng also spoke up.

Li Dao did not want to make a mockery of this conversation. He only wanted to see what tricks Song Xuanyang had up his sleeve.

"Hahahaha, you bunch of hypocrites, don't you want the secret scriptures? You speak as if you are very familiar with my master. "

Song Qiuyang laughed loudly, his tone filled with extreme disdain.