The young man was none other than Zhao Mingchuan, the core disciple of the Lushan Sword Sect, and he was also the son of Liuyuan County Jiedu. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Hehe, I'm just informing you, there's no need to ask for your consent." Zhao Mingchuan's wind is light, and it is a kind of pride on top.

"Senior Brother Zhao, you can just do this." At this moment, no one expected that Huang Shu, who had been silent, spoke, and there was an obvious rebuke in his tone, and the title changed from senior brother to junior brother.

"I didn't hear you clearly." Zhao Mingchuan's expression was slightly cold, and he glanced at Huang Shu, he was a little puzzled, what did this cowardly guy rely on to dare to talk to himself like this.

Swept by Zhao Mingchuan's eyes, Huang Shu's whole body trembled, but when he thought of the plan in his heart, he still stubbornly said: "I mean, Senior Brother Zhao, you have done a little too much. No matter what you say, this little brother is also Senior Sister Yan's own brother. In the future, it will be your brother-in-law, and it doesn't seem good for you to treat your relatives like this. ”

"Brother-in-law?!" The corners of Zhao Mingchuan's mouth twitched fiercely, as proud as he was, how could he admit that he would have a mortal brother-in-law, not to mention, from beginning to end, he just regarded the little junior sister beside him as a plaything, and he didn't even want to give a name, of course, in his opinion, the other party was not worthy, and the gap between identity and status could sometimes be made up for by talent alone.

Yan Jun'er's talent is indeed extraordinary, but this cannot hide her humble background. This kind of woman, with his eldest son Zhao, is not as much as he wants.

It's just a concubine, to put it bluntly, she doesn't have any status at all, and in the aristocratic circle, it's too normal to give concubines to each other.

Huang Shu's brother-in-law can be said to have aroused Zhao Mingchuan's malice, if it weren't for the sect's prohibition of disciples from fighting and killing privately, now, he would definitely have the other party's blood stained under the sword.

However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime is unforgivable, if you don't teach a hard lesson today, how can you save face.

Zhao Mingchuan glanced at the two attendants beside him.

"The surname is Huang, call you a senior brother, that's lifting. But you are self-aware, and you are a person who looks at the mountain gate, and you dare to bark in front of Senior Brother Zhao, you really don't know whether you are alive or dead. ”

"What are you talking about with him, I don't know what to do, I'll teach him how to clamp his tail and be a man today."

While the two gray-clothed disciples were singing and drinking, they each pulled out the long sword behind their backs, and sandwiched Huang Shu Bao from left to right.

"What are you doing, the sect's precepts strictly prohibit disciples from killing each other." Huang's expression was confused, and as he spoke, he didn't look at Yan Xiu'er, to be exact, at the bronze ancient sword behind him.

"Yes, we just heard that Senior Brother Huang has been immersed in cultivation recently, and there have been occasional breakthroughs under the neglect of sleep and food, so we just have a discussion or two in private, this kind of thing, even if the sect master knows, he will only praise it." One of the gray-robed disciples said with a strange smile, and the earthy yellow light slowly diffused on the long sword in his hand, exuding a heavy aura.

The precepts of the sect are dead, people are alive, and it is not difficult to find loopholes, as long as no one is killed, no one can grasp their own handle.

Under the pressure of the two, Huang Shu retreated step by step, his expression became more and more flustered, his eyes flickered, and he looked at Yan Xiu'er more and more frequently, but the scene in the plan did not appear for a long time.

"Shoot yourself in the foot." Huang Shu secretly regretted in his heart, in his plan, Yan Xiu'er was injured, just like before, the bronze ancient sword behind his back will definitely come out of the sheath to help, so he stepped forward one step in advance, and naturally he can win the favor of that senior, I can't say, I can still get some benefits, with the cultivation of that senior's Taixuan Realm, but if I make a move, it is enough to make myself infinitely useful.

I have to say that Huang Shu has a good calculation, but unfortunately, the cruel reality ruthlessly shattered his fantasies, and instead caused trouble for himself.

Qiang, Huang Shu, who knew that this matter was difficult to deal with, had to draw his long sword, but the trembling hands still betrayed the fear in his heart.

What he is facing at the moment is two elite disciples, not to mention that the two of them join forces, even if it is only one of them, he is not an opponent of himself.

Whether it was cultivation, or the magic books of cultivation, or even the long sword in their hands, the elite disciples left the ordinary disciples far behind.

"Tsk, if you don't see you for three days, you should be impressed, our Senior Brother Huang, today is really heroic. Since this is the case, let the junior brother ask for a good lesson or two. The disciple who had been stabbed by Yan Xiu'er before stepped forward with a sneer.

Two long swords, one red and one yellow, struck together. The two of them used the same moves, but it was obvious that Huang Shufu fell into disadvantage as soon as he started.

In fact, there is not much difference in the cultivation of the two, they are both in the middle level of the Taichu Realm, and even because Huang Shu entered the sect two years earlier, it stands to reason that the foundation should be more solid, but the fact is the opposite, the difference between elite disciples and ordinary disciples is more reflected in these details.

The difference in talent is mainly reflected in the affinity with the Xuanhuang Qi between heaven and earth, the higher the affinity, not only the faster the cultivation will be improved, but also the consumption of the same means of Xuanhuang will be reduced, and the recovery will be much faster.

Therefore, even if the two have the same cultivation, but one or the other, from the very beginning, Huang Shu has fallen into a disadvantage, and if he can't win by surprise in his moves, then the final outcome is already doomed.

"Matsutsuru style." The more Huang Shu fought, the more anxious he became, and after ten moves, in order to recover the decline, he had to use a killer move, which was the last move in the Chaoying swordsmanship he had cultivated.

"Hehe, are you running out of donkey skills? But I'm not done yet? The gray-robed disciple's face showed disdain, and as soon as the long sword in his hand was drawn, he immediately changed his moves, but it was no longer the Chaoying swordsmanship that he had been using, but the higher-level Luoying swordsmanship.

"Falling Ying is colorful." The gray-robed disciple's body spun suddenly, and the long sword in his hand was stabbed out from a tricky angle, as if it had been coordinated, and it could avoid the Songhe-like trajectory and stab straight at Huang Shu's chest.

At this time, Huang Shu was already unable to change his moves, so he could only watch his body rush towards the opponent's long sword as if he had taken the initiative, and his face became pale and ugly.

"Senior, save me." At the moment of crisis, Huang Shu couldn't care about anything anymore and shouted in surprise.

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"Hey, the good swordsmanship has been practiced by these juniors to the point of uselessness, it really insults the founding patriarch, stop it for me."

The "senior" in Huang Shu's mouth did not make the expected move, but the old man who had been sitting at the door of the Sword Pavilion opened his mouth, and a puff of smoke that spewed out of his snort lasted for a long time, and even accelerated suddenly, without waiting for the long sword of the gray-robed disciple to stab Huang Shu, he came first, locking the gray-robed disciple's actions like shackles, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't get rid of it.

"Xuanli is released, the Taishi is strong?!" Zhao Mingchuan on the side was shocked, and he never thought that the old man who had been ignored by everyone turned out to be a powerhouse in the Taishi Realm.

"Sun Xun, stop." Zhao Mingchuan hurriedly stopped the other gray-robed disciple who had not yet seen the situation clearly and intended to come forward to rescue his companions.

Under the old man's stopping, a not too fierce fight ended in nothing.

"Disciple Zhao Mingchuan, I have seen my seniors, I disturbed the quiet of my seniors, please punish my seniors." Zhao Mingchuan couldn't help but think of the secret of the sect that his father had told him, hurriedly straightened his mentality, walked forward respectfully, and saluted the old man.

"Hmm." The old man nodded, his expressionless face made people unable to see the joy and anger in his heart, "Hmph, the good things that Cao Xiaozi has done, he has trained these wastes, how to take on the great responsibility of the sect in the future." ”

Cao boy? Who is it?

For a while, the faces of all the disciples of the Lushan Sword Sect present became extremely ugly, even Zhao Mingchuan.

There are not many people with the surname Cao in the sect, and combined with the tone of the old man, the most consistent is undoubtedly the sect master Cao Zaichuan. Dare to call the sect master Cao Xiaozi, which shows that the status of this old man in front of him is very high.

"Offering!" Zhao Ming confirmed the guess in his heart when he passed it on, the identity of this old man was definitely the only surviving offering of the Lushan Sword Sect, and the existence of the offering, even if it was a disciple of the sect, did not know much.

"What are you doing standing here, isn't it a shame that your swordsmanship is not as good as a fourteen or fifteen-year-old doll?" The more the old man spoke, the more angry he became, and his cold eyes floated over the disciples of the sect one by one, making the latter fall into the ice cellar, but when his gaze shifted to Yan Xiu'er, who was still slumped to the ground, he softened again.

"Little doll, how are the injuries?" The old man struggled to squeeze out a kind smile and asked Yan Xiu'er.

"I can't die." Yan Xiu'er, who had been repeatedly injured and humiliated by Zhao Mingchuan, said coldly.

"Hehe, the anger is not small." The old man shook his head with a wry smile, and stood up slowly, looking like an old dragon clock, no matter who looked at it, it was difficult to connect the old guy in front of him with both legs as if buried in the soil, and the powerhouse of the Tai Origin Realm.

"What are you doing, don't you have to bully the small?" Looking at the old man walking towards him, Yan Xiu'er said with a cold expression.

At this time, he had no timidity, no fear, only the anger of being humiliated and the helplessness of not being able to protect his sister.

The old man didn't say much, walked in front of Yan Xiu'er, squatted down, and his withered yellow hands suddenly weaved into a phantom, so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to trace, just in the blink of an eye, he clicked dozens or hundreds of times on Yan Xiu'er's chest.

"Poof." A mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out of Yan Xiu'er's mouth.

"Don't you feel much more comfortable now?" The old man looked at Yan Xiu'er with a smile.

"Thank you...... Thank...... Grandpa. Feeling the ease in her chest, Yan Xiu'er didn't know that the old man's previous actions were to save herself, although she still had resentment in her heart, she still politely thanked the old man.

"Grandpa? Hehe, that's right, you are not a disciple of my Lushan Sword Sect, so it is appropriate to call it so. The old man was stunned at first, but soon laughed heartily, and looked at Yan Xiu'er with more and more affection.

"Little doll, I like you very much, old man, would you like me as a teacher?"