What kind of iniquity is this? How many years has the ancestor of the Xiling family been dead, and he still has to be pricked by needles!

Since they are all pricked by needles, it is better to let her use them as weapons, so many needles, how can you do without a target? So, Xiling Lan had an idea, stretched out his hand and touched it in the dark, and touched a piece of ancestral tablet, roughly discerned the direction, and threw it to the old lady. （）

"Whew!" Bang. （）

The sound of wooden blocks shattering.

A few needles swished and stabbed at the place where Xiling Lan had just been.

In fact, Xiling Blue has already jumped away from the place.

That old grandmother's hearing is strong, and her hearing is not bad, otherwise, how could she have the ability to hear and distinguish people?

After a stalemate, the entire ancestral hall was tossed into a mess, and the tablets fell down with a clatter, or they were cracked by needles, and the sheltered terrain that could be used in the ancestral hall was almost gone. （）

Xiling Lan didn't want to stalemate with her anymore. （）

This person attacks with needles, her body is fast, and if she wants to win, she must be close to her and fight in close quarters.

She couldn't let her run away, she wanted to capture her alive, and asked the people behind her, who could command such a powerful grandmother to deal with her? I don't know if it's someone from Xiling Mansion or someone from elsewhere who pretends to be a descendant of Xiling Mansion?

Xiling Lan picked up two tablets with his hand, one of them was thrown to a corner that had long been good, "bang", the tablet fell to the ground, making a soft sound, in the silent night was exceptionally clear, and sure enough, he felt a slight sound of clothes drifting by, and without hesitation, he injected internal strength into the other tablet in his hand in that direction and smashed it. （）

"Poof--" There was a muffled sound, as if it had hit a person, Xiling Lan flew over, and with tears in his eyes, he ruthlessly attacked where the muffled sound was. (Nine beautiful men are enough)

Sure enough, this palm struck a warm body, and then heard a muffled snort, Xiling Lan was overjoyed in his heart, and was just about to make up for another palm, when he suddenly became alert, and the palm that was waved in the air changed direction, slashed obliquely downward, and leaned back, "snorting" The sound of two flying needles cutting through the air wiped his cheeks.

It's dangerous! Xiling Lan snorted secretly, put her hand on the ground, kicked her legs out quickly, "kicked" twice, kicked the old woman back two steps, hit the wall, and snorted.

Xiling Lan has understood that this old lady is the same as herself, she is good at speed, and her strength is very poor, and her legs and palms full of internal strength just now are estimated to have seriously injured her, so she naturally wants to take advantage of her illness to kill her, and capture it in one go.

As soon as the body moved, he heard the sound of "snorting" in the air, knowing that the old mother had thrown out a lot of flying needles, and I didn't know if the flying needles were quenched, Xiling Lan naturally didn't dare to take risks, and avoided the old grandmother's flying needles in embarrassment, and heard the door squeak, and a black shadow flew out.

By the time Xiling Lan chased him out, there was nothing left.

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Xiling Lan regained the lamp and found that the ancestral hall was in a mess.

She could even predict what kind of expression Xiling Yingjie would have when she came to see it tomorrow?

She wanted to capture this mama alive, and she would deal with it directly to Xiling Yingjie, but this mama's body speed is so fast, and her reaction is not bad, so old, she runs away so neatly and simply.

Uh, Xiling Lan picked up the ancestral tablet that was not broken and put it back on, it's so late, Xiling Yingjie is estimated to have fallen asleep, the old man is not easy, he was scared by the emperor's call, let him sleep peacefully, and report to him tomorrow.

(ISU Literature)