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The elegant scholar frowned slightly.

Wan Zixuan glanced back at Zhuang Hongwu and Zhuang Hongwen, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice: "Fairy, please use "Wan Miao Awakening Divine Dao Sound". ”

A trace of disbelief flashed in the eyes of the cold woman looking at Wan Zixuan, and her eyes seemed to be able to speak, "Do you know the price of "Wan Miao Awakening Divine Dao Yin"? ”

Wan Zixuan turned his head, took a deep breath, and said, "I know the rules, whoever asks Daoyin will be classified as a slave in the Tianxian Gate for a hundred years." ”

The cold and glamorous woman's piano sound was suddenly chaotic, and she took a deep breath to stabilize the piano sound.

The eleven women all looked at each other with puzzled eyes.

The elegant scholar who frowned tightly seemed to have a little regret in his expression.

The cold woman raised her head and looked at Wan Zixuan, her eyes blinked slightly, as if she was asking, "Since you know the rules, why do you want to do this for the sake of the two little guys in the foundation building period, who are almost ironclad. ”

Wan Zixuan gritted his teeth and said firmly: "He is the heir of my senior brother Zhuang Xiaoyao, Senior Brother Zhuang saved me several times on the battlefield of Moluoyuan, and even saved me again a few days ago. ”

A trace of shock and horror flashed in the cold woman's eyes, but she suddenly clicked her head.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and the cold woman turned her head and said solemnly: "Senior sisters, use "Wan Miao Awakening Divine Dao Sound". ”

The eleven women were all shocked and looked at Wan Zixuan blankly.

Wan Zixuan clasped his hands into fists, bowed and saluted, "Please." ”

The elders of Tianyun Gate, although shocked, although angry, although also painful, the ironclad young head of Tianyun Sect actually wanted to go to the slaves of Tianxian Gate for a hundred years, but no one stepped forward to stop them.

After all, everyone has to go their own way, even if they don't want to, hindering people from becoming enlightened, but it is comparable to the hatred of destroying the door.

Zhuang Huairen sighed deeply according to Zhuang Hongwu and Zhuang Hongwen, whose eyes were red and struggling desperately.

Everyone woke up from the artistic conception of "Qingyue Meditation Song" one after another, and looked at the beautiful singing on the high platform that suddenly stopped.

Lu Ming frowned slightly, but he was still immersed in the opportunity to heal.

"It's a pity." The elegant scholar sighed lightly. Ignoring it at all, the nerd junior brother and the rude and reckless man from the Tianlong faction on the side stared at each other with wide eyes.

The cold woman gently plucked the strings, her face turned pale, and a crisp guzheng sound resounded throughout the hall.

Followed by the ethereal guqin, the melodious sound of the long Xiao...

Everyone couldn't help but sink into this strange rhythm, and the whole person was drowsy.

Wan Zixuan's cheeks bulged, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, and he actually bit his tongue to cheer up, vigilantly guarding in front of the cold woman, with a grim expression.

Zhuang Huairen looked at Zhuang Hongwu and Zhuang Hongwen, who were drowsy and crazy in their eyes, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bang"

A blue-clothed disciple flew into the hall upside down with his chest covered, spit out a mouthful of blood, looked at the door viciously, struggled to crawl twice, his eyes began to be dull, and he was drowsy.

Zhuang Huairen looked back and shouted in surprise, "Happy." ”

The stout man standing at the door was Zhuang Xiaoyao.

"It's Senior Brother Zhuang." Wan Zixuan took two steps forward with a happy face, looked back at the cold woman who was focused on playing the guzheng, her face was getting paler and paler, and shrank back.

Zhuang Xiaoyao's sturdy body was dusty, his hair was scattered, and his body was mottled with blood, he glanced at Zhuang Hongwu and Zhuang Hongwen, and walked straight towards Wan Zixuan.

Wan Zixuan happily took two steps forward, and shouted, "Senior Brother Zhuang." ”

What greeted Wan Zixuan was Zhuang Xiaoyao's aura, and his extremely fast fist was imprinted on his chest.

"Poof"

Wan Zixuan immediately flew back upside down, spit out a large mouthful of blood in the air, and crashed into the cold woman.

"That's how you take care of my two precious sons." Zhuang Xiaoyao's voice was hoarse, and he gritted his teeth and said.

The wave of qi blew Zhuang Xiaoyao's hair up, and he saw that Zhuang Xiaoyao's face was pale and his eyes were red.

"Poof"......

The dedication to playing "Wan Miao Xing Shen Dao Yin" was suddenly interrupted, and the fairies of the Heavenly Immortal Gate who were connected to each other spit out a mouthful of blood without exception, and lay on the stage with a depressed expression.

"Xiaoyao, you..." Zhuang Huairen was turned around, but Zhuang Xiaoyao's red eyes were turned around, and he took a step back directly.

Wan Zixuan struggled to get up, glanced at Zhuang Xiaoyao guiltily, ignored the injury, struggled to take out a beautiful jade box from the storage bag, took out the pills in the jade box, and distributed them to the women of Tianxian Sect.

Zhuang Xiaoyao looked at the woman who fell to the ground in front of him, suddenly slapped himself hard, turned around, and looked at Zhuang Hongwu and Zhuang Hongwen who were getting redder and redder in their eyes, their eyes were very complicated, their trembling lips opened a few times, but they didn't spit out a word.

Everyone came back to their senses from the sound of awakening and looked at the chaotic scene in the center of the main hall.

"Hey, what's going on, why did this murderer come back?"

"That's, Senior Brother Zhao, you were beaten like this, run."

……

"The piano sound of these little ladies is getting more and more hypnotic." Rough and reckless, muttering.

"You...", the nerd brother, looked at the rude and reckless man with red eyes.

"What are you, little brat, nerd." The rude and reckless man replied with a nonchalant expression.

"Die." The nerd junior brother actually directly sacrificed the magic sword and stabbed it towards the chest of the reckless man.

The rude and reckless man was not slow to react, but he did not dodge or dodge, and grabbed directly at the nerd's hand.

A flash of panic and regret flashed in the nerd's eyes, and he closed his eyes directly, and controlled the magic sword to stab forward fiercely.

The rude and reckless man, shrunk his abdomen, his chest was forced to the left a little, the magic sword passed through the armpit, a clamp, and his left hand had already grabbed the nerd's collar, although the reckless man was rude, but the fighting style was very delicate.

"Hehe", smiled, grabbed the nerd and threw it directly towards the center of the hall.

Several middle-aged men from the Tianlong Sect did not stop them, and let this rude and reckless man do it.

The crowd dispersed, fearing that they would be affected by this rude and reckless man.

"Oops"

Lu Ming stood up with a cold face, and saw that the Dao Fire injury had improved and recovered a little, but he was interrupted again and again.

Fly up with a kick and directly kick the nerd who is sitting on the ground and rubbing his ass sideways.

"It's too much of a deception." The elegant scholar opened his eyes, said with a flat face, tapped the table with his toes, and the old man in the Confucian robe on the side opened his eyes slightly, and he didn't care at all.

In the flash of light, the elegant scholar had already crossed the crowd, and the Confucian robe on his body was fluttering, and he only caught the nerd junior brother with one hand, relieved the impact, and fell lightly to the ground.

"Okay." The rude and reckless man actually took the lead and clapped his hands.

Gradually, the crowd crowded into a crowd on both sides of the main hall, leaving an empty hall.

"I knew that as soon as the reckless man of the Tianlong Sect came, it would be no good thing, that is, he would suffer the outer disciples, and he would have to clean up the Tianyun Hall again."

"The Tianlong faction is wealthy, and the damage will be compensated according to the price, but it is just a little bit of a pick, and it can't take advantage of it at all."

The rude and reckless man, grinning, and said with a smile: "It's much better than that nerd, but I don't know how to fight." As he spoke, he rushed out of the guest seat and threw himself at the elegant man.

The elegant scholar took out a brush directly from the storage bag, and with his left hand, he directly blocked the attacking right fist, and the brush in his right hand pressed against the wrist of the reckless man grabbing the collar.

Although he is an elegant scholar, hand-to-hand combat is not inferior to a rude and reckless man.

The brush in his right hand pressed heavily, and the reckless man was brought by this, and his body leaned forward slightly.

The elegant scholar took advantage of his strength, did a front flip, and slammed his right foot towards the head of the rude and reckless man.

The reckless man grabbed the brush shaft with a flip in his left hand, and whipped the elegant scholar with his right hand to parry.

Although the elegant scholar who felt the great power of the brush in his right hand was surprised by the delicacy of this rude and reckless man, he did not panic when he was in mid-air, and his left foot lightly tapped the chest of the rude and reckless man, like a milk swallow returning to the nest, and the former pounced in front of him.

The reckless man suddenly straightened his chest and met the elegant scholar's left foot, and his raised right hand was about to strike.

The elegant young man let go of the brush in his right hand, and his figure floated out.

Although the elegant young man was not injured, the brush in his hand was snatched, and in the blink of an eye, it was the rude and reckless man who had the upper hand.

The reckless man was playing with the brush in his hand, and when he saw the elegant scholar who was still a little inferior, his hand was reaching for the storage bag.

In fact, he threw the brush as a dart and threw it at the elegant scholar, shouting: "Give it back to you." ”

The corners of the elegant scholar's mouth are hooked, the index finger and middle finger are firmly clamped with the flying brush, the thumb moves slightly, and the brush rotates between the fingers.

Lu Ming didn't look at the fight between the two over there, his eyes looked at it without blinking, Zhuang Hongwu and Zhuang Hongwen, whose body surface scales were getting clearer and clearer, and the alarm bell sounded in his heart.

Zhuang Xiaoyao gritted his teeth, raised his right hand with a big fan, shook it down fiercely, clenched his fists, and squeezed out a few words in his mouth: "Kill them." ”

Zhuang Huairen looked at Zhuang Xiaoyao with solemn eyes and said, "This is also my apprentice grandson." ”

The situation of Zhuang Hongwu and Zhuang Hongwen is getting worse and worse, their eyes are red, and the scale texture on their bodies is gradually highlighted.

The elegant scholar also noticed that the aura on the two people in the center of the hall became more and more violent, and a touch of shock flashed in their eyes.

"Roar..."Zhuang Hongwu and Zhuang Hongwen actually let out a roar similar to that of a beast.

The rude and reckless man looked at Zhuang Hongwu and Zhuang Hongwen with burning eyes, his body was getting stronger and stronger, and he was gradually wrapped in scales, rubbing his fists, and the battle intent in his heart rose.

The two who were still confronting each other rushed towards Zhuang Hongwu and Zhuang Hongwen in unison.

"This..."

Lu Ming's eyes widened in horror, Zhuang Xiaoyao was actually going to kill his two biological sons directly.

"Haha... Two pairs of father and son killed each other, this scene is really wonderful. Zhuang Xiaoyao, kill my father and brother, die..."The cruel eyes of the blue-clothed disciple who was still slumped to the ground were full of resentment, and he wanted to send chills down his spine.

"Guys, this is their family matter, so let's not interfere."

"It's... Yes, Elder Taishang. ”

A group of white-clothed elders were stopped by the old man with white hair, so they had to watch from a distance.