In the middle of the courtyard, an ugly-looking man was lying on a rocking chair, and Fleur next to him was carefully filling him with tea.

"Fleur, I helped you solve this urgent need this time, how can you thank me?"

Listening to the man's voice, Furong's hands pouring tea couldn't help shaking.

The hot tea was poured on the man's hand.

Fleur was taken aback, the man in front of her was her current savior, if she annoyed her, then who else could save her?

"I'm too nervous, I hope you don't blame ......."

She looked at the man on the chaise longue with trepidation, and was startled, the latter did not withdraw his hand at this moment, and stared at him with a pair of triangular eyes, which were full of cold cruelty.

For a moment, the weak Furong only felt that she was being targeted by a poisonous snake, and she only felt that even if she was by the side of this young sect master, it was not absolutely safe to save her.

The sound of lazy footsteps sounded, the viciousness in the man's eyes changed, and Hexi's warm smile reappeared on his face.

"Small things, just a little hot water, why worry about it?"

He turned the silk handkerchief handed by Furong, slowly wiped the water stains on his hands, turned his head and smiled at the comer: "Void Dao Chief, you said yes?"

Void footsteps stopped three feet in front of the recliner, coughed softly, and said slowly: "Young Sect Master, that person has already come, according to your orders, our disciples of the Qiankun Sect are fighting hard outside. ”

"How many have died?" asked the man in the recliner casually.

Of course, he was asking how many disciples of the Qiankun Sect had died.

This person didn't take the casualties of the Qiankun Sect to heart at all, and the casualties of human lives were just cold numbers for him.

You must know that the head of the Qiankun Sect is standing in front of him, how bold is he to dare to say such a thing?!

Sure enough, I saw that his eyes narrowed slightly, and a majestic power slowly rose from his body.

Martial Master Nine Heavens!

This old Taoist who lives in the mountains and wilderness is a martial artist of the Nine Heavens realm!

Facing the void of the martial artist Nine Heavens, the man on the recliner was not in a hurry, and even smiled contemptuously.

He gently stroked the long sword on his waist, and from his body, he also slowly exuded the power of the martial artist Nine Heavens.

"Void Dao Chief, have you forgotten who I am?" he squinted his eyes and glanced at Void with disdain, "Who have I killed and what have I done?"

Fleur was sandwiched between the two strong men, only to feel that her breathing began to have some difficulty, and cold sweat soon soaked her clothes.

What the man said, she naturally heard it clearly.

This person was called the Young Sect Master, of course he was not the Young Sect Master of the Qiankun Sect.

This young man is from the One Sword Sect next to the border of Qianfeng Country.

In the Five Kingdoms Campaign a while ago, he slaughtered a puppet realm martial spirit, and with the power of one person, he blocked thousands of troops.

This person's name is Xiao Yu!

The Martial Spirit of the Pseudo Realm was killed by him, and even the powerhouses of the Martial Spirit Grandmaster Realm died because of him, how could the Martial Master Nine Heavens be his opponent?

I saw that my squinted eyes opened again, and I regained my smiling appearance.

"Young Sect Master is serious, how dare I forget your prestige?" he said with a smile, "I injured a few disciples, but I didn't cause any casualties. ”

"After fighting for a long time, no one died?" "Xiao Yu" on the recliner snorted heavily, "What's the matter with your Qiankun Sect?"

After he finished speaking, he sat up from the recliner, pulled Furong into his arms, and laughed: "It's okay, with me, the young sect master of the One Sword Sect here, it doesn't matter what stinky fish and shrimp he is, it's not worth mentioning!"

Looking at an ugly face close at hand,

Furong subconsciously began to struggle, but "Xiao Yu" pinched her wrist extremely tightly, and soon it was extremely painful.

"Sister Fleur, you haven't answered me yet! I helped you this time, how are you going to repay me?"

Xiao Yu pressed Fleur's wrist behind her back, and his eyes swept greedily around her.

Fleur's body trembled uncontrollably, and her eyes looked at the void on the side with a pleading gaze.

But he glanced at her coldly and remained silent.

Fleur knew that she had no other way but to accept her fate.

"The young sect master is very kind, and Furong has nothing to repay, only ...... Only this body is willing to ...... itself Dedicated to the Young Sect Master!"

She talked about "Xiao Yu" in the dead forest before, and her eyebrows fluttered and she yearned, but at this moment, her mood has changed drastically, and she only feels that the man in front of her who is holding her own hand is unspeakably terrifying, and the image of the hero in her imagination...... Far from it.

"Xiao Yu", who got a satisfactory answer, laughed again, and his rough big hand touched Furong's chest fiercely before letting her go.

"Sister Furong, I'll let you understand it tonight, this sect master's 'One Sword Primacy'!"

Fleur stood to the side with a pale face, her hands tightly wrapped around her, shivering.

Bang!

As soon as Xiao Yu's words fell, a figure suddenly flew in from outside, falling heavily to the ground, spitting blood.

"It's too fierce, it's too fierce!

It was a disciple of the Qiankun Sect, after spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, he struggled to get up, turned his head and called for help to "Xiao Yu", "Young Sect Master, that person is so fierce, the brothers can't even touch the corners of his clothes!"

Before he could finish his sentence, several figures flew from outside, and they fell to the ground as hard as he had before, and everyone's faces were bruised.

"It's uncomfortable, Ma Fei!" they cried out in pain.

The figures of the disciples of the Qiankun Sect continued to emerge at the door, and the black and white Taoist robes were crowded and entangled, making them look like a group of frightened black rabbits and white rabbits.

The bunnies threw away their armor and ran towards "Xiao Yu" on the recliner.

"I can't stop it at all, young sect master, that person, that person is about to be killed!"

Sweeping around the Qiankun Sect disciples in front of him, "Xiao Yu" gritted his teeth and cursed viciously: "Why are you so useless?

"Young Sect Master, the people who came are too fierce, I can't resist it at all!"

"Xiao Yu" snorted heavily, and asked gloomily, "What kind of cultivation is that person, have you ever tried it?"

"Returning to the young sect master, we can't see that person's cultivation realm at all, presumably ...... Presumably there is no cultivation, right?"

"Fart, no cultivation can beat you like this?" Xiao Yu shouted angrily, and then asked, "What kind of blade weapon did he use to fight you without the power to fight back?"

He ...... He had two swords at his waist, but he had never used them, one hand behind his back, one on one foot...... and kicked us to the ground. ”

Hearing this, "Xiao Yu" could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, and pulled one hand towards the scabbard on his waist.

"What a bunch of useless rubbish! The garbage sect has cultivated garbage disciples! And the face to come back? Lao Tzu will cut you down now!"

Seeing that the young sect master of the One Sword Sect had angered him, the disciples of the Qiankun Sect were extremely panicked, and they quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to "Xiao Yu" on the recliner and begged for mercy.

"Young Sect Master spare your life! Young Sect Master spare your life! Don't kill us, don't kill us!"

Furong on the side looked at these senior brothers humbly crying and begging for mercy, and suddenly felt very puzzled.

Why do these people kneel?

On weekdays, she lingers among these brothers, although she feels that these brothers are lustful and inactive, but it can also make her feel the pleasure of the stars holding the moon.

But now, when she saw the flattering faces kneeling on the ground, she only felt that it was an extremely disgusting thing to be chased by these people!

As a disciple of the Qiankun Sect, he was so insulted by others, but he didn't feel any indignation?

In the main hall, a few female disciples snuggled together, lying on the door and looking out cautiously, everyone looked sad, but none dared to show their heads.

What's wrong with this world?

Furong was in a trance, her eyes subconsciously looked towards the void, what about the current head of the Qiankun Sect, how would he react when he saw his disciples so lowly?

Shifting her gaze, she just saw her master close her eyes and let out a long sigh.

It turned out that Shizun had no way, he put his hands in his cuffs, and watched the scene in front of him, but he didn't stop it.

Because of what?

It's just that on the recliner, sitting is the young sect master of the One Sword Sect, sitting is a powerful person from the big sect, and sitting is a strong man who can fight with the martial spirit of the pseudo-realm!

So she sighed in vain, everyone bowed down, and she herself was about to become a plaything.

"The hero who saved the One Sword Sect?, the savior of Qianfeng Kingdom?" Furong tugged at the corners of her mouth, her eyes were empty, "It's all fucking bullshit......"

In the midst of the commotion, she suddenly felt that someone had come to the door.

Bite...... Bite......

The crisp thud cut through the noise and reached her ears clearly, echoing one after another.

Fleur followed the prestige, and saw a long figure slowly coming from the door, clean as if it were spotless.

Two swords hung from his waist, one hand bent into a finger, gently tapping the jade ornament of the hilt.

The face of the person who came was grim, the two sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and there was a cold glint in his eyes.

He didn't walk fast, as if he was strolling leisurely, but he had the power of a sword.

Comfortable and leisurely, you can take people's lives at will.

Unconsciously, the courtyard gradually quieted down, and everyone's eyes were looking towards the door.

"It's him...... It's him, Young Sect Master, it's him!"

The disciples of the Qiankun Sect cried wolf, stumbled, and rushed towards the central hall.

Between the visitor and the "Xiao Yu" on the recliner, it was empty in an instant.

Closing his eyes, he felt that someone was pulling the corners of his clothes, raised one eyelid and glanced at it, and found that it was a young Taoist boy with a big burden on his back, and a tall stupid man stood not far away.

"Master, let's go!" Xiao Daotong called softly, pointing to the door with his little finger.

The other eyelid of the void also raised, and glanced in the direction of the door, and immediately/eyes glared, and the eyelids of both eyes jumped wildly!

"Oh my slot! Why didn't you say it earlier!"

He jumped up on the spot in shock, pulled up the little road boy and walked away.

When he passed by the big stupid man, he smiled gently, but was slapped on the head by the void.

"Why are you standing stupidly, you can beat it!"

The stupid big man glanced at the comer, smiled gently, shook his head, and was dragged away by the void.

In the courtyard, only the last three remained.

"One Sword Sect, Young Sect Master?"

The visitor walked slowly to the recliner, crossed the invisible three-foot line, and looked indifferently at "Xiao Yu" on the recliner.

"Xiao Yu" was like a great enemy, his eyes were staring at him, and his hands subconsciously grabbed the sword at his waist.

And I saw the man smile.

"Just his horse, your name is Xiao Yu?"