If you don't let go, I'm welcome. Lin Meier said angrily.

"Senior sister, the way you look when you're angry is really better." Qiao Ziliang praised with a hippie smile.

The cold light flashed, and an Emei thorn pierced his throat with a strong wind, fast and ruthless.

"Oops-" Qiao Ziliang leaned back sharply, his right hand still holding Lin Meier's wrist. The "ding" folding fan fan bone sealed the stabbing Emei thorn, and pointed at Lin Meier's wrist.

Lin Meier hurriedly withdrew her move, and Emei stabbed Qiao Ziliang's right hand, forcing him to let go.

Qiao Ziliang jumped up, "brushed-" and unfolded the folding fan, with a smile on his face, "Senior sister, why do you treat me so fiercely?" Where am I inferior to that Yang Muyun? There are a group of wives and concubines around him, where is there still your place, don't be delusional. ”

"Senior brother, please respect yourself," Lin Mei'er's pretty face was cold, "For Master's sake, I don't want to turn my face with you yet, don't force me to do it with you." ”

"Haven't you already done it with Senior Brother?" Qiao Ziliang smiled: "But I still have to say to you, no matter what you do to me, I will not turn against you." ”

Lin Mei'er ignored the words, glared at him and said, "Aren't you still leaving?" ”

"How can I, as a senior brother, bear to leave you here alone?" Qiao Ziliang met her sword-like gaze, still with that cynical look, "I don't care if I don't ask you, this is not the reason to be a senior brother." ”

"You don't have to worry about my private affairs," Lin Meier took a step forward and showed off the Emei twin thorns she carried with her. "Are you forcing me to kill you?"

"Why, my friendship with you for many years is not as good as that of an outsider?" Qiao Ziliang shook the folding fan in his hand slightly, and the smile on his face was still very strong, "Don't you know what I mean about you." ”

"That's it." Lin Meier didn't have a single superfluous word in her mouth.

Qiao Ziliang smiled silently.

"If you don't leave, I won't recognize you as a senior brother anymore!" Lin Meier said coldly.

"Senior sister," Qiao Ziliang's eyes flickered, "If Master sees you like this, I don't know how sad it will be!" ”

"You don't have to get involved with the master and her old man," Lin Mei'er held Emei's hands tightly, and said in a deep voice: "I count to three, if you still don't leave this room, I will really make a move." ”

"Senior sister, I mean a lot."

"One ......"

"Senior sister, I am sincere to you."

"Two ......"

"Senior sister, I'm ......" Before Qiao Ziliang finished speaking, Lin Meier's "three" had already exited, and the person had already flown in front of him, and the Emei thorns in his hand provoked two amazing bright arcs, one from top to bottom, one from right to left, to the top of his head and waist.

"Ding ding-" The folding fan in Qiao Ziliang's hand spun in front of him a few times like a whirlwind, blocking Lin Meier's killing moves one by one.

Lin Mei'er's eyes narrowed slightly, and her figure was getting faster and faster around Qiao Ziliang, and the Emei twin thorns in her hand seemed to turn into countless flying thorns, shooting towards Qiao Ziliang from all directions......

The shopkeeper and his wife, who were watching the battle from the sidelines, were dazzled, and the two figures were like a whirlwind stirring together, unable to distinguish each other, and the sound of "clanging bell-" blades was endless, and I didn't know how many moves the two had passed.

The two went out of the same school

, they are very familiar with each other, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser for a while.

The wind was blowing in the room, and the tables and chairs were overturned and fell to the ground, "pop-" The cups and bowls fell to the ground and shattered.

The muscles on the shopkeeper's face trembled, and he turned to his mother-in-law and said, "You go to the back and hide, don't come out if I don't tell you." ”

"What about you?" The mother-in-law trembled and grabbed his arm, not meaning to let go.

The shopkeeper gasped and didn't speak. Hearing the sound of "pop-", the two figures suddenly separated. Lin Meier flew back, stepping on a series of messy small arcs under her feet, and finally stabilized her figure. A shallow line of blood overflowed from the corner of her lips, obviously suffering internal injuries, but the Emei thorns in her hands did not tremble at all.

Qiao Ziliang was not in a hurry to pursue, and stood still with a smile on his face.

"Senior sister," his gaze swept over Lin Mei'er, and he said slowly: "Your kung fu is actually not bad, all you lack is heavy skills, if you want to beat me, you have to practice for a few more years." ”

"You won, what do you want?" Lin Meier still didn't talk nonsense with him, and the hand holding Emei's twin thorns was still very tight.

"I don't want to do anything," the corners of Qiao Ziliang's mouth hooked slightly, "I just want you to go back with me, don't think about that Yang Muyun anymore." ”

"What if I don't obey?" Lin Meier said with a tense face.

"Then you will win against me," Qiao Ziliang shook the folding fan in a chic manner, and said leisurely: "Otherwise, you will listen to Senior Brother." Xuanniaowei's rules have always been like this, senior sister won't know it, right? ”

Lin Mei'er's pretty face sank, and she secretly ran the qi in her body, but the qi and blood in her chest were surging, and when she lifted her qi slightly, she felt that her meridians were disordered, and she couldn't gather her strength in one place.

"How? Can my sister still fight? Qiao Ziliang raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Before Lin Mei'er could answer, she heard a voice say coldly: "She can't fight, what should I do for him?" ”

The eyes of the two followed the sound, and there was a gray-clothed man in the room at some point, raising a cold face, and his dark and sharp eyes were as sharp as knives staring at Qiao Ziliang, exuding a terrifying chill all over his body, which made people shudder.

"Leng Yifei?" Qiao Ziliang was stunned, and folded the fan, "Why are you here?" ”

"You can come, why can't I?" Leng Yifei said with a cold face.

"You want to meddle in the matter between me and my sister?" Qiao Ziliang's face changed.

"I'm not interested in your business," Leng Yifei glanced at him and said, "I just don't want to see my junior sister being bullied." ”

"You mean I bullied her?" Qiao Ziliang snorted and said, "She didn't return to her master for a long time for Yang Muyun to resume her life, shouldn't I be the senior brother?" ”

"So you're secretly persecuting your sister from you, aren't you?" Leng Yifei glanced at him with disdain, "This is your example as a senior brother?" ”

"Leng Yifei, apart from Master, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson." Qiao Ziliang's face was blue and white.

"Then you can beat me!" Leng Yifei glanced at him and said, "This is what you said, according to the rules of Xuanniaowei, as long as you win, it is not too late to put the score of the senior brother again." ”

"You ......" Qiao Ziliang's eyes were about to erupt with fire, the hand holding the handle of the fan tightened, and a sentence was squeezed out between his teeth, "Leng Yifei, don't be too arrogant, don't think that I, Qiao Ziliang, am afraid of you." ”

"Really?" The corners of Leng Yifei's mouth twitched slightly, and he slowly paced towards him, "Then you will let the horse come over and let me check your senior brother's catties and taels, and see if you only have the ability to bully your junior sister?" ”

"Okay-" Qiao Ziliang folded his fan and put on a posture, "I want to learn the ability of Senior Brother Leng." "Footsteps slightly.

"Slow!"

"What, Leng Yifei, are you afraid?" Qiao Ziliang rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

"By the way, I would like to remind you," Leng Yifei's voice became as cold as his gaze, "I, Leng Yifei, do it with people, only distinguish between life and death, and don't decide whether to win or lose." So, this will be the last time the losing side will play against others. ”

Qiao Ziliang suffocated at his feet, the smile on his face froze suddenly, and an inexplicable chill permeated his body. He looked at Leng Yifei, Leng Yifei's eyes were also staring at him, and the two of them stood there quietly and motionless.

Looking at each other, Qiao Ziliang's palm holding the handle of the fan was slightly sweaty, when he first started when he was a child, Leng Yifei's martial arts were inferior to his own, but this person was silent and focused on martial arts, which became more and more incomprehensible. He remembered that not long ago, Master asked the two of them to take the lives of the black and white people who were rampaging through Liaodong, and they tracked them for seventeen days and nights in a row, and finally found them on the banks of the Mowen River between the white mountains and black waters...... It was a very tragic battle, he was against Bai Zhen, and Leng Yifei was against Hei Zhen. After a big battle, he was dressed in seven wounds, and finally killed Bai Zhen. Hei Zhen's martial arts are higher than Bai Zhen's, so Leng Yifei's opponent is much more difficult than him, he clearly remembers that Hei Zhen's ten fingers are like knives, poking at Leng Yifei's chest, but Leng Yifei does not dodge or dodge, and the knife in his hand wipes the opponent's throat...... In the end, both of them fell, and Hei Zhen's entire palm poked into Leng Yifei's chest before he lost his breath, only one point away from his heart...... Leng Yifei is still alive. He killed an opponent who was superior to his martial arts because he fought harder than his opponent.

In Qiao Ziliang's impression, Leng Yifei is fighting for his life every time, and fighting with his life makes him stronger and stronger every time.

"Am I going to fight him for my life?" Qiao Ziliang knew that when he was asking this sentence in his heart, he had already lost in momentum. He let out a sigh of relief, slowly reined in his momentum and said, "It's a little too late today, I'll learn from Senior Brother Leng another day." ”

Leng Yifei stood there without speaking.

Qiao Ziliang's figure moved slightly, and he saw that the door curtain flickered, and others had floated out of the tavern.

Lin Meier couldn't hold back any longer, and spit out a mouthful of blood arrows with a "wow".

Leng Yifei frowned, stepped forward and handed her a pill, "Hurry up and take it, sit down and have good luck......

......

Lin Mei'er felt much better when she opened her eyes again, and Leng Yifei stood a few feet away from her and looked at her silently.

"You...... Always following me? Lin Meier asked.

"I'm not interested," Leng Yifei said, "I went back to Master first and found that you hadn't come, so I came out to look for you." ”

"Do you know that Qiao Ziliang is going to be unfavorable to me?" Lin Meier asked again.

"I don't know," Leng Yifei replied without the slightest hesitation, "I'm just afraid that you will do something stupid." ”

"I understand," Lin Mei'er smiled faintly, "You're afraid that I'll go up to the door to find Yang Muyun's bad luck, right?" Looking at him, "Do you think I'm stupid?" ”