"Wang Zhiyuan?"

Yang Zhan raised his eyes and looked towards the gate.

He saw Long Wu walk in with a middle-aged man, and around the middle-aged man, followed by a young man, each wearing a sword robe and holding a long sword.

This middle-aged man is none other than Wang Wenjun's father, Wang Zhiyuan.

It is the so-called first swordsman in Nanzhou!

"Yang Zhan, this is a member of the Wang family, Wang Zhiyuan, who is known as the number one swordsman in Nanzhou!"

Tang Shi said with a solemn face.

"I know, I killed his dog son!"

"You mean Wang Wenjun?" Tang Shi thought of something: "Is it because of the wet nurse?" ”

"Some garbage is going to die, and I have to fulfill him!"

Yang Zhan's eyes were full of killing intent.

"Brother Zhan!"

Long Wu came to Yang Zhan and said respectfully.

"Long Wu, retreat."

Yang Zhan waved his hand, and Long Wu hurriedly retreated behind Yang Zhan.

"Yang Zhan, you dog, you dare to kill my son!"

A roar sounded, Wang Zhiyuan hadn't approached yet, and with a wave of his hand, a dagger had already shot towards Yang Zhan.

Syllable!

Yang Zhan reached out and held the dagger.

"Sword God Sect?"

Seeing that the dagger was marked with three blood-red characters, Yang Zhan smiled.

"Yang Zhan, I'm going to break your body into ten thousand pieces today!" Wang Zhiyuan pulled out his long sword and pointed at Yang Zhan coldly: "I know that you are also a martial arts practitioner!" ”

"You're going to duel me?"

Yang Zhan asked with interest.

"If you're a martial arts practitioner, you shouldn't refuse me!"

Wang Zhiyuan lifted the long sword, and the tip of the sword pointed coldly at Yang Zhan.

"Wang Zhiyuan, don't be self-conscious, the Ling family has been washed in the blood of Yang Zhan, and the Yang family is no longer something you can bully!" Tang Shi stood next to Yang Zhan and said coldly: "The current Yang Zhan has a life-and-death friendship with Liang Zhentian, Gu Shengjie and other nobles, and he is also a character in Nanzhou, can you kill him!" ”

"Tang Shi, this matter has nothing to do with you, get out of me immediately!"

Wang Zhiyuan snapped and stabbed his long sword on the floor.

"Wang Zhiyuan, it's not for you to be arrogant here!"

A cold cheer rang out.

Liu Mi, Lin Ying and Murong Ling also walked out.

"Half a year ago, Yang Yan died tragically, Tang Shi, Liu Mi and Lin Ying were all demoted to civilians, and there is no place for you in Nanzhou!" Wang Zhiyuan looked at Yang Zhan deadly: "Yang Zhan, if you are a man, don't let them stand out for you!" ”

"You've piqued my interest, you're going to die a terrible death!"

Yang Zhan took a step forward, and the spiritual breath in his body gushed out.

Wang Zhiyuan frowned.

At that moment, he could feel a powerful momentum, but when he wanted to observe it carefully, the momentum on Yang Zhan's body had already disappeared.

However, a young man next to Wang Zhiyuan flashed a trace of fierceness in his eyes, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice: "Yang Zhan, you are now a man of the year in Nanzhou, and Brother Wang specially asked me to come over, wanting me to be your peacemaker and resolve the misunderstanding between the Wang family and the Yang family!" ”

"Who are you?"

Yang Zhan looked at the young man with interest.

Just now, the spiritual breath in Yang Zhan's body gushed out.

Wang Zhiyuan couldn't notice it at all.

Instead, the young man reacted.

This made Yang Zhan a little more interested.

If that's right, this young man should also be a martial artist!

Yang Zhan's spiritual sense probed towards the young man's body, and he couldn't feel any fluctuations in his breath, he shook his head again: This young man should have just stepped into the ranks of martial artists, and his strength should be under Murong Ling!

"Yang Zhan, when you see the people of the Sword God Sect, don't kneel down immediately!"

Wang Zhiyuan shouted.

"People from the Sword God Sect?"

There was a hint of doubt in Yang Zhan's eyes.

The young man in front of him should have awakened the talent of a cultivator, his cultivation is not high, and he looks like a junior martial artist who has not found the direction of cultivation.

What made Yang Zhan curious was whether the young man had awakened the talent of a cultivator before joining the Sword God Sect, or had he awakened the talent of a cultivator after joining the Sword God Sect?

"That's right, he's the hall master of the Sword God Sect!"

Wang Zhiyuan said arrogantly.

"Hall Master of the Sword God Sect?"

Unlike Wang Zhiyuan, this young man is a cultivator who has awakened his talent, and if he is allowed to find a way to cultivate, he will become an existence like Murong Ling in ten and a half years.

Ten Wang Zhiyuan are all vulnerable in front of young people.

This young man is indeed a powerful and strong man!

"Yang Zhan, are you scared?" Wang Zhiyuan raised the long sword and pointed at Yang Zhan coldly: "I invited the hall master here just to resolve the hatred between us, I have already explained to Wen Jun and asked him not to mess with you, but you shouldn't have killed my son!" ”

"Half a year ago, my Yang family perished, your Wang family can't get out of the relationship, even if you call the entire Sword God Sect over, I want you to die!"

Yang Zhan said word by word.

"I don't know how thick the sky is!" The young man smiled coldly and patted Wang Zhiyuan on the shoulder: "Brother Wang, you will fight Yang Zhan with the rules of the rivers and lakes today, whether you win or lose, it is just a matter between the two of you, and it has nothing to do with the Wang family and the Yang family, and it has nothing to do with Nanzhou!" ”

Wang Zhiyuan's long sword pointed at Yang Zhan: "Yang Zhan, we are all people who practice martial arts, so we will use the rules of the rivers and lakes to solve it, no matter who dies or who lives, it is a matter between the two of us!" ”

"Oh?"

Yang Zhan smiled.

"Yang Zhan, if Brother Wang loses under you, our Sword God Sect will definitely not pursue it, if you die under Brother Wang, don't let Liang Zhentian and Gu Shengjie get involved!"

The young man said in a deep voice.

"Cheng, if you want to die, I will fulfill you!" Yang Zhan walked up: "Just use the rules of the rivers and lakes to solve it, but, Wang Zhiyuan, you are not my opponent, I am in a good mood today, and I don't want to kill you yet!" ”

"But I want to kill you!"

Wang Zhiyuan snorted.

He held the long sword and walked towards Yang Zhanyi.

Shout!

The long sword stabbed at Yang Zhan.

A burst of sword light shone towards Yang Zhan's eyes.

In that moment, a hint of fierceness flashed in Yang Zhan's eyes.

Although this Wang Zhiyuan is not a martial artist, but with such a blow, he interferes with Yang Zhan's vision with the help of the light on the sword, if Yang Zhan is not a martial artist, he will definitely be assassinated by a sword!

I have to say that the No. 1 swordsman in Nanzhou has his arrogant strength!

Such a sword stabbed up, and the speed was very fast!

I'm afraid that in the entire Nanzhou, there are not many people who can block such a sword attack.

"Wang Zhiyuan, you do have the strength of the number one swordsman in Nanzhou, but it's a pity that you are not Lao Tzu's opponent!"

Yang Zhan smiled coldly.

When Wang Zhiyuan stabbed up with a sword, Yang Zhan dodged sideways.

"Huh?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Zhiyuan's eyes.

He didn't expect Yang Zhan to dodge one of his swords.

"Let your hall master fight me, you are not my opponent!"

Yang Zhan said coldly.

He stretched out his palm and slashed at Wang Zhiyuan's elbow, and then grabbed the long sword in Wang Zhiyuan's hand, and his backhand was a sharpening.

Smack!

A burst of blood splattered out.

Wang Zhiyuan's arm was cut off like this......