Everyone was dumbfounded, this kid is not simple, that monk is a silver rank! Tang Yuan first looked at his hands in disbelief, he didn't know why the things that Xiao Xian taught him on weekdays could have such a strong power, and then he was frightened by the momentum of the monks and cried, "I, I said don't come......"

  Seeing that he was being ridiculed by the crowd, the monk swung his whip again, and the vitality of the whip store the leaves of the trees around him to the ground.

  What is surprising is that Tang Yuan not only did not dodge, but also resolved the opponent's fierce offensive one by one, and then transformed it into his own strength, the wooden sword was clear and soft, the qi veins were continuous, the steps under his feet were light, rigid and soft, and the movements were not hurried, and then his hand holding the sword was gently rubbed, and his wrist shook, and the wooden sword swept out a vitality, which crushed the opponent.

  The people of Jinguangmen were stunned, what is this swordsmanship, no one has ever seen it, and they can't see any fighting skills at all, not only to defuse other people's attacks for their own use, but also to hit the opponent's lifeline every time!

  The bearded man at the head narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's a little monk!" Then don't blame Lao Tzu for bullying children! ”

  If he doesn't get serious, the dead person is probably him, and the children of the cultivation realm are more tigers than tigers. You can't treat them like ordinary children.

  The man was holding a long knife, and his body burst out with scorching vitality, and he poured a full breath on the long knife, and rushed towards the rice balls with an angry shout.

  The strength of this kind of gold level is not the same level as the silver level just now, and it is very difficult for Tang Yuan to think about four or two thousand catties.

  Tangyuan is a child after all, and he was frightened by the other party, and he didn't have time to cry. But the sword in his hand was still clutched, still horizontal in front of Xiao Xian.

  The roar stopped abruptly, and a large shadow pressed over it.

  Tang Yuan didn't know what was going on, he slowly opened his eyes, and found that Xiao Xian used his sword finger to lightly clamp the opponent's blade.

  The man couldn't pull the broad giant blade away from Xiao Xian's fingertips with all his might.

  He raised his head and roared at Xiao Xian: "Old man! You! - You let me go! ”

  Tang Yuan, who was in a shadow under Xiao Xian's arms, raised his head, his eyes widened, and he was stunned. There was a cool light in the gentleman's eyes, quiet and detached, and the gloomy owl was so oppressive that it was impossible to breathe.

  This is ...... sir Angry? ……

  His voice was cold, calm and slow, "Didn't anyone teach you to know how to respect the old and love the young." ”

  Between the electric light and flint -

  Xiao Xian's right hand covered Tang Yuan's eyes, and Tang Yuan could only see his white hair and robe blown by a strong wind through his fingers, like a snow lotus blooming in the moonlight.

  After a while, there was a strange silence all around, and the sudden sense of oppression completely frightened Tang Yuan.

  There was a 'clang' sound, he let go of his sword fingers, and the long knife fell to the ground.

  Then, Tang Yuan saw Xiao Xian pick up the hoe again, took a few steps forward and suddenly remembered that the young man was still 'planting' in the ground, so he came back and dug it out for him.

  Tang Yuan looked at him, his mind was blank, and after coming back to his senses, he said sneeringly: "It's so handsome...... Sir really, so handsome......"

  That kind of detachment and calmness, the unbearable bearing in the heights, and the charm of Xiao Xian, just like this, stand tall in the heart of Tangyuan.

  After Tang Yuan grew up, he would always imitate Xiao Xian's various styles, and was ridiculed by Mu Zisu and Gu Xiuyuan every day.