Tongtianmen.

Looking at the gang of martial artists gathered at the foot of the mountain, even Xiang Yuan, who was the most taciturn, could not hold back any longer.

He couldn't help but interrupt Xie Manshu's practice and asked secretly, "Second Brother, you have the closest personal relationship with the mistress. Do you know what the mistress is up to?"

Xie Manshu rolled his eyes at him and lectured him seriously, "Leave it to yourself. You can't guess what the young mistress is thinking."

"I'm just worried. What if she destroys Tongtianmen?"

Halfway through his words, a rough and low voice interrupted Xiang Yuan.

"No."

The Great Elder shook out a hidden dart from his sleeve.

The poison dart flew out of his hand, swept across the lush green bamboo, and cut a slowly falling bamboo leaf a hundred steps away into two halves.

He stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "The mistress is a wise person and will not allow one family to dominate the martial arts world."

In order to maintain the prosperity of Dali, Bu Tiange needs checks and balances the most.

For example, Qing Xuan and her, Tongtianmen and the righteousness of the Jianghu.

If either side is allowed to grow wildly, the final result will inevitably be destruction.

Hearing the deafening shouts coming from the foot of the mountain, the Great Elder turned around and glanced at his two comrades with emotionless eyes.

"Besides, do you really believe that she is our mistress?"

"Isn't it..." Xiang Yuan was stunned.

The Great Elder sneered, "The emperor is ruthless, who knows."

As soon as he finished speaking, the perched birds were startled and flew away, and a sword shadow came down on his head with a gust of wind.

The Great Elder's face changed and he rolled sideways on the ground to avoid the sword that was going to kill his throat.

"Why am I not?"

A cold female voice rang out. The young girl sheathed her sword and stood still. Her light clothes were as white as blood. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Do you need to be dealt with?"

The Great Elder rose from the ground, bowed his head, and whispered, "My subordinate spoke nonsense. I beg the mistress to forgive me."

"No, I don't have the power to do that."

Bu Tiange narrowed his eyes, a pleasing smile playing on his lips, "This sin should be forgiven by your sect leader."

The master of the sect is in Miaojiang and won’t be back for ten days. Does he have to kneel like this forever?

The Great Elder was embarrassed.

Xiang Yuan and Xie Manshu looked at each other, and both saw gloating in each other's eyes.

You see, this is the result of being arrogant.

But why did the mistress suddenly wear red clothes today?

Apart from anything else, his dissolute and eccentric nature is exactly the same as that of the sect leader.

After a while, seeing that the Great Elder's prestige had been killed, Bu Tiange raised his hand and gathered his strength to help him up through the air.

She glanced at the martial arts disciples approaching the mountain, took off the black iron mask from her waist, and covered her beautiful face.

"Bring the bow!"

A pitch-black longbow was handed to him, along with a row of sharp arrows.

Bu Tiange took the bow and arrow and played with it. The arrowhead refracted the light and was cold and sharp, even the scorching sun seemed to be less sharp than it.

She said: "Just hold this place, and leave the rest to me."

Xie Manshu said, "This is like one against a thousand. It can't be used."

"I was the one who lured them here, so naturally I have to make the final decision, and..."

Bu Tiange drew his bow like a full moon, aiming it at the person charging in front, his lips curled slightly, "Besides, this martial arts world is full of mediocre people. It's time to shake things up."

As he spoke, the hand that was pulling the bowstring released it with a light shout, and an arrow flew through the air, piercing the target's eyebrows with overwhelming force.

A powerful energy wave spread out when the arrow hit the target, birds cried mournfully, bamboos rustled, and the hearts and souls of those present trembled.

Looking at Bu Tiange again, she was just putting down her longbow, her expression calm, as if this life-or-death blow had only used one ten-thousandth of her true energy.

Everyone was silent.

Her use of Qi has reached such a terrifying level...

No wonder he could fight the sect leader to a draw.

Two perverts.