Several female disciples of Tianyinmen looked at Tang Yinxuan with some sarcasm, looked at her, and then looked at Wang Xian. ◢ with * dream ◢ small *.lā

The Holy Son on the side heard the voices of several disciples, and his face was slightly unsightly.

He was a dignified Tianyinmen saint son who pursued Tang Yinxuan for a long time, and the other party would not accept any gifts, and tomorrow the saint was selected, and he even planned to lend his Heavenly Demon Qin to the other party despite the dissatisfaction of the deputy head.

As a result, Tang Yinxuan still didn't appreciate it, but accepted the guqin given by a nobody, and he didn't believe it if he wanted to say that there was nothing greasy in it.

Tang Yinxuan saw the mocking voices of several fellow senior sisters, and his face was slightly embarrassed.

"Ahem!"

At this moment, Wang Xian on the side coughed lightly, and looked at the disciples of Tianyinmen: "I'm sorry, don't talk nonsense if you don't know the truth, I'm a married man!"

Wang Xian said and smiled: "The gift from the nobody is not necessarily broken, and I haven't heard of your name." ”

"Huh?"

Wang Xian's words made the people in Tianyinmen raise their eyebrows slightly, and they looked at him, looking up and down.

"Haven't you heard the name of our Holy Son? That's your lonely and unheard, Tianjiao Shaojie ranked ninth on the list, hehe, a guy who has no knowledge!"

A young man said with a slight disdain towards Wang Xian.

"The frog at the bottom of the well, I just don't know which sect this person comes from, let us the disciples of Tianyin Sect listen to it, or see it!"

The other young man raised his head slightly and looked at Wang Xian with a mocking face.

"Haha, if you have time, you will naturally be able to see!"

Wang Xian smiled and said meaningfully.

"It seems that this person is very confident in his own strength, it is better to hit the day than to show it!"

Seeing Wang Xian's breezy face, the Holy Son showed a sneer on his face, his arm moved slightly, and a flute appeared in his hand.

The metal flute rotated slightly, and the aura of the golden peak on it was swirling, exuding a piercing edge, pointing directly at Wang Xian.

"This is my secondary weapon, the Golden Luan Flute. ”

"Holy Son, this kid is obviously pretending to be forced in front of us, how can he compare with you, Holy Son, a nobody, who can only talk big, junior brother, I can easily defeat him!"

A young man saw the Holy Son take out his weapon and stared at Wang Xian with a smile on his face, and at this moment, he had a playful look on his face and slowly put his hands in front of his mouth.

“‖！”

Suddenly, one by one, notes spit out from his mouth, and the magic sound was crimson, pouring into Wang Xian's ears.

Suddenly, a wave of wind appeared around him, and the biting cold wind turned into musical notes and attacked towards Wang Xian.

The young man stared at Wang Xian with a smile on his face, obviously trying to make him look ugly.

The surrounding Tianyin Sect disciples also looked at it with playful faces.

As disciples of the Tianyin Sect, their attack methods were much more strange than those of other sects.

They integrate their attributes into the sound, such as magic sounds, and even the innate powerhouse with high musical attainments can make the opponent lose his way and lose himself.

A nobody in front of them pretended to be forced in front of them, which was simply humiliating.

"Whoa!"

At this moment, a crisp voice suddenly sounded, the sound was crisp, like the sound of a sharp weapon.

A golden peak qi directly swept through all the wind attribute notes and attacked towards the young man's palm!

"Ahh

The young man let out a miserable scream, he quickly shook off his hands, and looked at his palms with a somewhat frightened face.

In the palm of his hand, a long gash dug deep into the bone, and blood gushed outward.

"How dare you attack me!"

The young man had an embarrassed look on his face, he covered his arm, and stared at Wang Xian with a gloomy face.

"Shhh

Seeing the injury on the young man's arm, the surrounding Tianyin Sect disciples gasped, their pupils shrank, and their eyes stared at Wang Xian.

"Huh?"

The Holy Son also frowned slightly, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the sword in Wang Xian's hand: "A little strength, but if you dare to hurt my Tianyin Sect disciple, I think you are looking for death!"

As he spoke, the golden flute in his hand moved, pointing directly at Wang Xian, and the metallic edge on it directly emitted.

Obviously, it was the Tianyin Sect disciple who made the first move, but he drank coldly towards Wang Xian, extremely domineering!

"Holy Son, this is my friend!"

Tang Yinxuan's face on the side changed slightly, and his arm quickly moved to stop the Holy Son's attack.

He was really afraid that the Holy Son would completely offend Wang Xian, and killed the Holy Son on the spot.

In addition, she was a little shocked by Wang Xian's attack attributes.

If she remembered correctly, when he first fought against the Dark Witch Slayer, he used the water element, and now it turned out to be razor-sharp metal.

"Your friend?"

The Holy Son saw that Tang Yinxuan had actually resisted his attack, and his face gradually became gloomy.

"Dare to hurt my Tianyin Sect disciples, as a holy son, I will give them a head, anyone dares to hurt, I dare to abolish him, do you Tang Yinxuan want to stop it?"

As he spoke, his eyes stared coldly at Tang Yinxuan, and the anger in his heart was even stronger.

"Hehe, you don't allow me to fight back if you make the first move? Holy Son? I really haven't heard of the Holy Son of Tianyin Gate, let alone the existence of the ninth ranking on the Tianjiao Shaojie List!"

"It seems to me, Holy Son, hehe, a blow!"

Wang Xian saw the young man in front of him move, his face turned slightly cold, and he picked up Zhan Lu with his right hand.

"Boom!"

"Hmph, looking for death, I want you to know, the consequences of arrogance, dare to say big things in front of me!"

Seeing that Wang Xian dared to attack, the Holy Son's eyes showed murderous aura, and the golden flute in his hand waved.

"Woo!"

The sound of the wind entered the flute and made a rapid sound, and the sharp golden golden peak qi was heading towards Wang Xian.

"Boom!"

However, at this moment, Zhan Lu in Wang Xian's hand was directly exposed in half, and the strong metal edge on it formed a sharp golden metal long sword.

The sword was not unsheathed, but the sword had already attacked.

The metallic edge emitted by the golden flute trembled directly in the air, and quickly disappeared.

And the Zhanlu sword in Wang Xian's hand slashed towards the golden luan flute in his hand.

"Smack!"

Before the Holy Son could react, Zhan Lu's sword slashed directly through the golden flute in his hand and attacked towards his shoulder.

"What?"

The Holy Son's face changed drastically, his body moved, and he hurriedly hid to the side.

However, the sharp sword still fell on his shoulder, and suddenly, his clothes were instantly stained red with blood!

"Smack!"

The golden flute in his hand was disconnected from the middle and fell directly to the ground with a crisp sound!

With one blow, the weapon of the Holy Son of Tianyinmen was broken and his shoulder was injured.

"Trash!"

Wang Xian slowly took Zhan Lu back and swept over all of them in disregard, Zhan Lu was not unsheathed, but the Holy Son was already injured.

"See you soon!"

Wang Xian felt bored, looked at Tang Yinxuan, said with a smile on his face, turned around and left directly.

Tang Yinxuan was stunned, staring at his back tightly.