"Ahh

A terrible and long howl suddenly sounded, and the entire people on the street couldn't help but feel terrified, and they all cast their eyes towards the source of the sound.

I saw the long sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand fall to the ground with a "dang chang", and he looked at Yin Zhiping with a frightened face, shaking his hands in front of his chest while retreating: "Senior Brother Yin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it......"

Yin Zhiping had already lost his long sword, his hands tightly covered his lower body, blood oozed from his fingers, and a pair of eyes stared at Zhao Zhijing who was constantly retreating, his eyes were full of disbelief: "You, you, you ......" Before the words were finished, the whole person couldn't help but go down in severe pain, his body kept twitching, and the blood fell to the ground with his convulsions, which was shocking.

Ling Muyun looked at Zhao Zhijing with a "shocked" expression, his body shivered twice as if he was frozen, and he stretched out his hand to point at Zhao Zhijing and said in a trembling voice: "You...... It's so ruthless, you actually did this to your fellow disciple brother! You're going to ruin him for the rest of his life! ”

"It's all you, it's all you...... I'll kill you! When Zhao Zhijing, who was panicked, saw Ling Muyun and suddenly seemed to have found the object of catharsis, he roared like crazy, picked up the long sword on the ground and stabbed at Ling Muyun.

"What's the matter with me, that sword wasn't stabbed by me, so many people present witnessed it with their own eyes, you don't want to frame me for blame!" Ling Muyun dodged the long sword stabbed by Zhao Zhijing and shouted loudly.

"It's you who hurt him, if it weren't for you and my junior brother, how could he be hurt!" Zhao Zhijing was already completely confused at this time, roaring and rushing towards Ling Muyun again, Zhao Zhijing, who was already in chaos, obviously forgot how powerful Ling Muyun's skills were, and only thought about killing Ling Muyun, the culprit who caused him to accidentally injure his junior brother, it seemed that only in this way could he weaken some of the guilt and panic in his heart.

With Zhao Zhijing's state at this time, it was easy for Ling Muyun to kill him, but he was not prepared to do so. If he just wanted to kill Zhao Zhijing, he could have defeated Yin Zhiping first, and then killed him again, so why bother so much?

The reason why he designed so painstakingly was to make these two scum of the Quanzhen Sect go hostile and kill each other more than ten years earlier, only in this way could he completely get rid of the evil breath in his chest, and he could also make the Quanzhen Sect fall into infighting and not be able to make trouble for him. If he kills Zhao Zhijing now, it will only make the Quanzhen Sect hate him with the same hatred and revenge, and take revenge with all his might, with the strength of the Quanzhen Sect, if he really dies with him, he really can't bear it, even if he doesn't die, he will have to be forced to die, where can he find time to do the tasks issued to him by the system?

At that moment, Ling Muyun's figure turned and came to Zhao Zhijing's back, his wrist flipped, and the blade of the long sword stood up and slapped out flat, with a "snap", and accurately slapped on the back of Zhao Zhijing's head. Although it was not a sword blade, the strength of the long sword infused with internal force was not trivial, and the back of Zhao Zhijing's head instantly bulged a meat bag, and he immediately rolled his eyes and fell to the ground and fainted.

A sword stunned Zhao Zhijing, and then glanced at Yin Zhiping who was twitching on the ground, Ling Muyun only felt a burst of happiness in his chest, and a mouthful of evil qi that had been held for more than ten years since his previous life was finally completely vented.

After dealing with Zhao Zhijing, Ling Muyun glanced around, and those onlookers saw his gaze sweeping, and they all retreated in panic, as if he was some kind of wild beast.

It wasn't because of how vicious Ling Muyun looked, but what he had done scared them. In the Zhongnan Mountain Realm, the Quanzhen Sect is a hegemon-level existence, and it is not without people in the rivers and lakes who have clashed with Quanzhen disciples in the past, but most of the time it ends with these Jianghu people being captured or expelled, but now Ling Muyun defeated two Quanzhen disciples with good martial arts with a single sword at the age of a weak crown, and it is no wonder that these people who have always regarded the Quanzhen Sect as their protector were panicked and scared.

Ling Muyun glanced around, and saw that the tavern shopkeeper was also cowering at the tavern door, and immediately took out a small ingot of gold from his arms, and with a wave of his hand, he drew a golden light and accurately fell into the hands of the tavern shopkeeper.

Looking at the shopkeeper with a stunned face, Ling Muyun said loudly: "This ingot of gold is for your meal and compensation for your losses, if you have any excess, you can go to a doctor to treat this Dao Master." As he spoke, he pointed his hand at Yin Zhiping, who was paralyzed on the ground and convulsed and moaned.

"Yes, yes, the villain must do as the young man instructs." The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then nodded again and again.

At this time, the purchasing power of gold is still quite strong, this small ingot of gold is enough for him to open a tavern for half a year's income, deducting the cost of food loss and the cost of hiring a doctor, he can at least drop half, he naturally happily agreed.

Yin Zhiping, who was paralyzed on the ground, raised his head suddenly when he heard Ling Muyun's words, and asked in a painful voice, "Why?" ”

Although Yin Zhiping's words were not clear enough, everyone present knew the meaning of this why, since he was injured, why did he spend money to find someone to ask a doctor to save him?

Ling Muyun walked up to Yin Zhiping, looked at his face distorted and deformed by pain, and said indifferently: "Young Master Ben has no grievances or enmity with your Quanzhen Sect, but he can't get used to your style and wants to teach you a lesson, who would have thought that you would actually kill each other?" Hey, just assume that I pity you......"

Of course, this is not Ling Muyun's sincere words, in fact, the reason why he made a provocative statement was to take the opportunity to castrate Yin Zhiping, lest he have evil intentions towards Xiaolongnu in the future, and at the same time, he also let out a bad anger that had been accumulated in his chest for a long time. It's just that although I think so in my heart, I can't say that, I have to act in a full set, since I have made up my mind to splash dirty water on Zhao Zhijing's body, I naturally have to pretend to be decent.

Yin Zhiping believed Ling Muyun's words in his heart, indeed, Ling Muyun and him had never met without grievances, even if there was a conflict because of a little verbal contradiction, it would not be to the extent of hurting his body. And judging from the facts, Ling Muyun did not tell a lie, and there was no need to tell a lie, with this situation, if Ling Muyun wanted to, he could easily kill the two of them with a sword, and he would not use it to deceive them at all. Besides, Ling Muyun was only stunned by Zhao Zhijing, how could he have the heart to harm him?

How did he know that although it was the first time he met Ling Muyun, Ling Muyun had already hated him for two whole lives, and the resentment in it was not something he could know and understand.

Thinking that he had figured out the reason, Yin Zhiping couldn't help but have a deep resentment towards Zhao Zhijing. After being hurt, people will inevitably have a psychological imbalance, and they will complain about the person or thing that caused the injury, Yin Zhiping is no exception, and under Ling Muyun's intentional guidance, his resentment is easily transferred to Zhao Zhijing.

If it weren't for Zhao Zhijing who had to invite him out to drink, he would still be staying in Chongyang Palace at this time, how could he do such a thing?

If it wasn't for Zhao Zhijing to take the lead, how could they and Ling Muyun meet each other?

If Zhao Zhijing came down to fight alongside him instead of waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack, or if he was able to collect his sword in time, why would he be hit so hard?

Now he, the culprit of the trouble, is just fainting, and he, a passively involved in the turmoil, has to endure this unbearable pain and humiliation, how unfair it is!

All this is Zhao Zhijing's fault, it should be him Zhao Zhijing who should be injured by this!

Or did Zhao Zhijing do it on purpose? If it weren't for that, how could his sword have stabbed so accurately, and impartially stabbed in that place......

"Zhao-Zhi-respect!"

Yin Zhiping's voice was full of resentment and hatred, like a she-wolf who had been hunted and killed......

"Yin Zhiping, don't blame me, I'm also doing this for your good. Let you recognize the true face of Zhao Zhijing as soon as possible, and strike first, so as not to be calculated by him like in the original book, not to mention the fate of losing your life. Speaking of which, I saved your life......"

Seeing that the plan had succeeded, Ling Muyun smiled secretly in his heart, and then returned his sword to the sheath and walked towards the back road, but in his heart he had already made up his mind to leave Zhongnan Mountain. Now that he has hurt the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, it would be asking for trouble to stay here any longer. The reason why he chose to go back to the grass house, in addition to taking his bags, is also to lead the horse, the horse he rode when he came was still raised in the grass house, this long way to travel without a foot strength can not work.

As soon as I walked to the entrance of the town, I saw several Quanzhen Taoist priests with swords in their buns coming towards them, and under the guidance of a middle-aged man dressed as a common man, they walked towards the town with a fierce attitude. The man who led the way saw Ling Muyun at a glance, and immediately shouted loudly with a finger of his hand: "Dao Chief, this is this kid!" ”

"Boy, stop me!"

"Want to run away after getting into trouble? No way, leave it for us! ”

Those Quanzhen Daoists immediately pulled out their swords and gathered around Ling Muyun together. Seeing this scene, Ling Muyun didn't understand that someone had gone to report to the Quanzhen Sect, and he was not verbose at the moment, "choking" The long sword came out of the sheath, and the sword body shook and suddenly separated several sword lights and stabbed towards the comer, only to hear a dense sound of "Ding Ding Ding" as if it was striking the bell chime, and the long swords in the hands of several Quanzhen disciples were picked up and flew out almost at the same time.

Immediately after that, Ling Muyun's body moved and swept in front of several people, and before a few people could recover from the shock of losing their swords, the long sword came out like a whip, and there were a few "pops" sounds, and several Quanzhen Daoists were all beaten and fainted to the ground.

"Ahh

The middle-aged man who led the way for a few people was so frightened that he exclaimed, turned around and ran. Ling Muyun caught up with him, and knocked him unconscious with a sword, lest he go to report again to attract people.

After cleaning up these people, Ling Muyun didn't have a bottom in his heart, who knew that there were no people from the Quanzhen Sect behind these people, so he didn't dare to slack off, and immediately exerted his light skills and swept in the direction of the grass house. Now that this Zhongnan Mountain has become a place of right and wrong for him, it is better to leave as soon as possible.