Zhang Yun only felt that the corners of his eyes suddenly jumped, and an inexplicable helplessness and annoyance began to rush up from the bottom of his heart. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Master, woo......"

"Shut your mouth, put away your tears, and honestly stand in the army. Zhang Yun slapped out three sentences in a row with a black face, which directly made Zhang Yuan and Zhang Mei, who had prepared a belly of "strategies", dumb at the same time, and even Gu Lin and Wu Qiao'er were both frightened by Zhang Yun's expression, and in the end, the four women had to poke them aside honestly and didn't dare to say more.

Zhang Yun turned his head and hugged his fists at Fan Chenyu and said, "Master Fan, your disciple is molesting my apprentice." Now that my two disciples have already taught him a lesson, how about we leave this matter at that?"

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Yun's opening directly surprised everyone, including Fan Chenyu.

The black face just now was not because his apprentice was "making trouble", but because the four of them were bullied? Hell, who is bullying whom? These four don't even seem to have lost much hair, although Yiming is not seriously injured, but this appearance can definitely be called a "miserable" word.

Fan Chenyu had a headache. In the past few years, Liu Yiming, who has been under the purple-haired sect, has made rapid progress, and he has been born with a good skin, and there are many female disciples who are jealous of him, but it is really the first time that this disciple who has already earned the nickname of "Miao Junzi" has been beaten like this. If Senior Brother Purple Hair asks, how can I answer?

Fan Chenyu didn't dare to let others take Zhang Yun's words, and hurriedly said, "Why did Senior Nephew Zhang say this?"

"I'm afraid this Emei friend was attracted by the beauty of my disciple and these two, and he was cleaned up if he didn't succeed, and that's probably how it should be. This person has a fierce light in his eyes, and he obviously still holds a grudge against my disciple for being ruthless, and his skin is not bad, so it is not difficult to deduce. Zhang Yun said it so eloquently that he was stunned when he heard Fan Chen's words.

Liu Yiming, who was being supported by others, wanted to vomit blood when he heard it, and then caught a glimpse of the four damn women who were still snickering there, and the anger and grievances in his heart finally turned into a mouthful of old blood and spurted out, dyeing the two Emei female disciples who were supporting him with a "red face".

"We Emei treat you as a guest, you actually indulge your disciples so much, and you dare to spew blood in front of the master!? I want to try what kind of immortal realm you have!" A hurried Emei cultivator happened to hear Zhang Yun's "analysis" before, and then saw that he and several other cultivators spared no effort to hold up the Emei Tomorrow's Star was actually beaten into such a virtuous and bloody mouth, and the explosive anger made him lose his mind a little.

Fan Chenyu, who was about to speak, suddenly noticed that Zhang Yun didn't seem to have any intention of retreating, and after a slight hesitation, he stopped talking, but quietly watched everything in the field.

"Respect you as a guest, I'll let you make three moves!" Seeing that the head of his house didn't speak, the evil anger in his heart finally found the exit of the Xi Jiao, who raised his sword and made a very unceremonious gesture towards Zhang Yun, and even said that he made three moves, which seemed to be humble but was actually full of contempt.

Zhang Yun turned around and gave the four women lined up in a row a big white eye, causing a sense of shame, a protest and two mischievous smiles, and then he turned around and said, "Ah? What did this brother of the Emei faction say just now? Oh good, I should let you make three moves." I have heard for a long time that Emei's swordsmanship is powerful, please be merciful to your subordinates, please make a move. ”

After provoking for a long time, the other party actually listened to him, especially if he deliberately came back, it really made this person who had never been treated like this, and in that incident back then, he was extremely embarrassed by Zhang Yun's orders from several channels. He couldn't care about any demeanor or demeanor anymore, and handed out a sword with the mentality that he was going to make you, a waste man with no martial arts, suffer enough today.

I have to say that this Xijiao's ability is not in vain, especially in the past ten years, he has stepped into a new realm in the way of the sword, not only the realm has risen sharply, but even the level of his apprenticeship has also risen. The handing out of this sword is the essence of Emei's most well-known water-splitting golden light sword.

The water comes separately, and the light is silent.

If this sword is pierced, Zhang Yun, who is standing there motionless, will inevitably end up with a transparent hole in his chest.

Fan Chenyu didn't move, squinting his eyes as if he had thought of something, and he actually had a smile of watching the play.

Wu Qiao'er couldn't see what was going on at all, but she could tell from the reactions of Gu Lin, Zhang Yuan, and Zhang Mei around her that Zhang Yun was definitely fine.

Xi Jiao felt a pain in his wrist, as if he had been pulled hard and then suddenly let go. This sudden change in sensation made Xi Jiao slightly startled, but it did not prevent him from stabbing the sword lightning in his hand.

After a pause, Xi Jiao knew that he should have stopped the tip of his sword three inches in front of Zhang Yun, who had lost all his martial arts. In his opinion, this is enough to deter or frighten the "master" of the "former" immortal realm opposite.

But why are the faces of the Emei disciples around them so ugly? Why are the four women who bullied Yiming laughing and laughing out loud!? Why is the head of the sect also laughing!? Damn! That Zhang Yun is also ......

Where's my sword!?

This teacher finally realized the fact that everyone had already realized. He no longer had a sword in his hand, but he put on a posture of raising his sword and condensing with one hand, and the sword that originally belonged to him was floating in the air at the moment, but the long sword was reversed, and it had stopped half an inch outside his eyebrows.

Zhang Yun stood with his hands behind his back, looked at this cultivator with a smile on his face, and said: "The beauty of the immortal realm, you can ask the head of Fan who has already glimpsed one or two. I still don't have all the memories, but I have a lot of them. My family and myself thought that the lost memories had to be raised like a wound to be recovered, who knew that the people of the rivers and lakes should use the rivers and lakes to solve the problem. For example, the means I once saw in the fairy realm. Can it still be in your eyes?"

How dare Xi Jiao say anything that is not in sight, people can easily take a sword from their hands that they have been cultivating for thirty years with just that ethereal sword intent, what else is there to say?

Zhang Yun bowed his hand to Fan Chenyu, not to apologize, he just now actually added a heavy bargaining chip for himself to enter Xuanbing Pond. Fan Chenyu had already glimpsed the tempting threshold five years ago, and if he hadn't forcibly endured it with great perseverance, he was afraid that he would have already fallen into that situation of no return for the immortal realm that was still infinitely empty even if he saw the threshold.

Today, Zhang Yun held the sword in his hand, although it was only one move, but it was a hole in the threshold in front of Fan Chenyu, which seemed to be forever unreachable, and the light suddenly appeared in the gap, stabbing Fan Chenyu almost laughed out loud with joy.

A sword gift, Fan Chen's words should be repaid. In his opinion, entering the Xuanbing Pond was far from enough to compensate Zhang Yun, so he looked at Liu Yiming and said in a deep voice: "Yiming, is there a mistake in what Zhang's nephew said?"

Liu Yiming saw the attitude of the uncle in charge, and knew that the bitter water in his stomach that had been calculated was probably hopeless to spit out. Thinking about the magic of the flying sword he saw just now, Liu Yiming gritted his teeth, nodded honestly, and without waiting for the head of the sect to speak again, he was helped over to apologize to Zhang Yun and his disciples.