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Suddenly, there was a round of applause from behind. Zhang Yang and Song Wanying looked back, but there were many people standing behind. They were clapping incessantly.

On the far left is the group of girls, who are more beautiful and innocent after taking a bath, and then there are their senior brothers, Confucian students of the academy.

It's just that the faces of the front ones are dark, and Zhang Yang recognized Pan An and Song Yu among them after recognizing them for a while. These two people were originally handsome and white-skinned, but the fact that they turned so black must have been caused by the firewood ashes on their faces caused by the beauties and women boiling the bath water.

Then there are two Confucian masters, a kitchen master, the senior sister's Na Yahuan, and Song Daru and Old Master Yan.

"We don't want to be cowards, we want to be heroes, and we advance and retreat with our little brothers." The Confucian scholars shouted.

"Hold the grass, this son of a bitch, dare to come and rob our brother-in-law and eldest sister, go back to grandma's house, and find his mother to go back to the furnace to rebuild." Faced with the humiliation of the strong, the girls uttered vulgar words from their pure mouths. In fact, they are rarely pure in their mouths.

"Lao Tzu slaughtered him with two kitchen knives and used meat to make human barbecued pork buns." Master Gong in the kitchen was also completely furious. Confucianism is really easy to bully, a matter of mutual affection, parents agree, a great thing witnessed by thousands of people, someone actually came to rob the relatives.

"I'm bah, what kind of immortal cultivation family, let my great Song painter draw a circle and curse you." Song Yu, who had a black face, scolded: "Lao Tzu will have a dream tonight, hold the grass in the dream of your whole clan, and then draw a picture of your mother, your sister, your grandmother and your Chungong on the Jianghu network, creating a great unity gate of the Xiuxian family." ”

The poet Pan Da, who also had a black face, did not show weakness, and wrote a poem and scolded: "If you want to ask where the wet is, Ye Long's old mother is in the hole." Explore his family's all-female nature, with a good hand and a wet nature. ”

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Countless angry voices entered the small courtyard and entered the ears of the arrogant Ye Long and the flattering woman.

Ye Longhe had been scolded like this, and his face changed and changed, but he was patient. Because he felt that he was a promising Taoist orthodox immortal cultivator, he could be publicized, he could kill Zhang Yang, but he couldn't kill too many mortals at will. It's not that you can't kill, but there are places.

If he has too many mortal remnants on his hands, he will be punished by Heaven's will in his future cultivation. This is also the reason why Zhang Yang had to obtain the military general's order when he destroyed Heifeng Village. Moreover, Zhang Yang's cultivation of the God of War is completely contrary to the Taoist theory, so Zhang Yang is even more afraid.

Ye Long didn't dare to kill too many mortals in his hands, but he could let a woman with no future do the thing of killing mortals.

Although this woman looked to be in her thirties, she was actually in her fifties and sixties, and her cultivation could only reach the third level of qi refining. She is not afraid to deal with mortals. Because she has no future in this life.

Hearing the scolding outside, frost also appeared on the woman's originally pretty face. This young man surnamed Ye, although he called her Jiuniang, was actually her master, concubine. So she has to stand up for her master.

I saw her hand on a ring, and a flower with branches appeared in her hand. This flower is naturally not a real flower, as long as her weapon is just a three-foot-long branch, there is a white flower, and from that flower comes a burst of intoxicating fragrance.

"If you speak foul language, all die." The woman suddenly stepped out of the courtyard and stood at the head of the wall and let out a cold snort.

Everyone suddenly felt a cold air coming from their skin, and they couldn't help but stop talking. But he also turned his head and glared at the woman angrily, without flinching.

Zhang Yang let go of Song Wanying in his arms, looked at the flower in the woman's hand and thought for a while.

Suddenly, the woman's silver teeth clenched, and she finally decided to kill these mortals. I saw that she used her mana to stir up the flower branch, and the white flower immediately showed a faint light, and the flower mangs rippled out like water waves in a circle.

Then the woman jumped up from the courtyard wall and flew towards the crowd.

Zhang Yang suddenly popped out like a rabbit, slapped the empty woman with a volley, and a gust of wind rolled up debris all over the ground and attacked the woman. In the whirring wind, the white light on the flower held by the woman was reversed by the wind, and the woman also made her return to the courtyard wall because of the wind's obstruction.

Without waiting for the woman to attack again, with a flick of his hand, the Soul Breaking Knife was already in his hands, and then the mana was excited, and three long blades shot out. His eyes were fixed on the woman, protecting the people behind him like a hen with a chick.

The woman was startled, but immediately laughed, and the flower tree in her hand shook, and it turned into a three-foot sword. Immediately, the figure flashed, and stabbed at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang immediately rose up to meet him, the two met in the air, the knife and the sword touched, there was a "ding" sound, the light was intense, and after the four radiations, the two were very separated.

After the two landed, the woman took a step back, and Zhang Yang did not move. The woman snorted and said, "Good weapon." ”

I think she took a step back because of Zhang Yang's weapon.

Zhang Yang didn't distinguish either, and said loudly: "Go back and tell your master, Zhang Yang promised to fight with him, and life and death are according to the destiny of heaven." ”

Ye Long's voice had already sounded: "Haha, okay." However, although you can defeat Jiu Niang, it is easy for this young master to take your life. You are a rank lower than Ben Young Master, and Ben disdains to fight you, just to convince you. ”

"And so many people say that you are a hero and worship you, and this young master is quite speechless. So tonight, I will defeat you in front of all the people in the city, defeat their heroes, and let these ignorant mortals know who is the strongest. Of course, if you are dead, the engagement does not exist, so Song Wanying will naturally let this young master take it away. Ha ha. ”

"Don't think about it. If my brother is dead, I won't live alone. Song Wanying stood up and said.

Song Daru also said in a deep voice: "Since you have made an appointment with the third watch, we will wait for you in the banquet building." But now, please go, you are a person who is not welcome in the academy. ”

Ye Long and the woman glanced at each other, and were driven away, although their faces were gloomy, there was really no reason to stay here.

Anyway, the third watch in the evening is not far away. Now these people still have hope for Zhang Yang, and they are naturally hostile to themselves. When he killed Zhang Yang, he didn't wait for himself like a slave, and offered himself like a god. Such mortals, they have seen too much.

Ye Long snorted and said, "Enjoy this last bit of time, you will die very slowly." Ben Shao will slowly torture you to death and humiliate you to death. Hero? Then you'll be a bear. Walk. After speaking, he flew up with the woman and left the academy.

After the two left, people surrounded Zhang Yang and talked nonsense. Some are worried, and some say that Zhang Yang will not be defeated.

Only the old man was speechless. If it was a disaster, it was he who brought it. I thought that I could use immortal cultivators to restore the righteous qigong method, but now I am in great trouble with my only relative. But the current situation is no longer out of his control.

In the face of strength, what eloquence, sophistry, is like a child's thing.

PS: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to everyone!