Jiang Lan at the inn saw the old man in green clothes come out, and his face as beautiful as the green lotus in the pool finally changed slightly, paused, and said softly:

"Grandpa Wu, you shouldn't have come out......"

The old scholar flicked his sleeves and swayed his strength to knock out several black-clothed swordsmen who had hidden the cultivation of the violence, Confucian martial arts are not very good at fighting, but this mellow internal force that took many years of hard work to cultivate is also a height that ordinary martial artists can hardly reach.

When several black-clothed swordsmen landed, their chests sunk into a palpitating arc.

This kind of injury, even if the immortal shoots, it will be difficult to survive, and the strength is like a wave, endless, and the rest of the swordsmen who shot are shocked to take two steps back, for fear that the next moment the two sleeves of the breeze will be heavy like a thousand pounds of energy will be smashed on themselves.

The old man in Tsing Yi showed his hand, and immediately stopped the fight in the courtyard, and the white-haired swordsman praised it and said:

"Good internal strength, pure enough!"

"If your cultivation is not damaged, even if it is me, I can't stop it a few times, Confucianism is pure yang, and it is really powerful!"

The old man in Tsing Yi had a slightly pale face, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, obviously the weight of the internal injuries, even if he only mobilized his internal forces to attack the enemy, he would be attacked lightly, ignoring the white-haired swordsman who pretended to be heroic, turned his back to Jiang Lan, and said:

"Miss Lan wants to save my old man's life and trick me away, but I have always been straightforward, and I can't see others dying for herself, so I find it again."

"Besides, deceive your subordinates, lead them to death, act as an outcast, the old man teaches you to read, teach you to cultivate yourself, but he has never taught you such a crooked and evil truth, saying, where did you learn it?!"

The words behind him were already extremely harsh.

Jiang Lan did not make an excuse, but only saluted the disciples to confess their crimes, but asked for punishment.

Situ Che showed bitterness on his face, sighed, and said:

"You should go."

"Miss didn't deceive us, and the brothers didn't complain, the big guys and the family all accepted Mr. Jiang's great grace to save their lives, and the people of the rivers and lakes died, it is better to die here for morality than to die in bed for the sake of morality, and it can be regarded as having a clear conscience."

The old man in the green shirt chewed twice with a clear conscience, and said loudly:

"But I'm so tired that the old man has a guilty conscience!"

"There are those in my generation who are determined by death, those who draw knives into speed, and those who die of poverty and starvation, but they have never exchanged the lives of others for a living like this."

"It's better to die!"

Stuart Che's face was flushed.

The old man looked at Tian Zhide, who was trying his best to fight and panting, and he was extremely angry, but at this time, he calmed down, wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, and still bowed meticulously, saying:

"I haven't consulted this strong man by name ...... yet"

Tian Zhide just saw this old man's means, and when he saw this, he was taken aback, where did he dare to accept it, stepped aside, and said politely:

"I can't be like this with my predecessors, Tian Zhide, my junior, and Fei Poyue."

He mentioned that the master was only subconsciously so, and the name of Fei Poyue was only spread in Fufeng County, and not many people knew how far away from Fufeng was five thousand miles, but he never thought that the old man who looked extraordinary suddenly bowed his head and said:

"It turns out that he is also a disciple of Brother Fei, no wonder he is so righteous."

Tian Zhide's face was ashamed, and he arched his hand and said:

"The junior brother is in trouble, and it is not the same thing to save him when he sees death, but he still has important things to do, so he has to come here alone."

The old man surnamed Wu nodded and sighed:

"Sending charcoal in the snow is already precious."

The old man of the Xuanjian Sect over there saw that these people actually regarded him as nothing, and he had some anger in his heart, and sneered:

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being a disciple of Jiangyang, and he is really in the same vein, with a sour and rotten Confucianism, and he is left in the world to pollute people's ears, eyes, eyes and noses, it is better to kill them cleanly."

The old man surnamed Wu turned around, dressed in a wide robe and wide sleeves, and his mouth was still preaching, but his tone was cold, and he said:

"Wei Qianfeng, you have not stopped in the Wupin Realm for twenty years, and once went to my Yiye Xuan to ask Lord Xuan for advice, Lord Xuan thought of your sincerity, and said that you should go and see the sunset in the desert for three thousand miles, and the weather of tens of thousands of miles of waves in the North Sea."

"You have only realized the surface, and since then, everything has pretended to be heroic in the east, but you don't know the truth of the unity of knowledge and action, and you only work the skin."

Wei Qianfeng was pointed out of the pain in his heart, and his face could no longer maintain his previous heroic appearance, the small blood vessels in his forehead twitched, and there was a bit of hideous color on his majestic face.

Wu Qiong stood with his hands in his hands and said:

"If you think the old man slandered you, then I only ask you one thing, if the old man was not injured at this time, and stepped on the gate of heaven, would you dare to appear in front of the old man."

"Do you dare to draw your sword?!"

Wei Qianfeng seemed to have tens of thousands of fierce sword qi rising in his heart, so he was about to open his mouth and say a word, why don't you dare? But for some reason, when the words had reached his mouth, he couldn't speak, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound, but his face became more and more gloomy and ugly.

Wu Qiong looked disdainful, sneered, and flicked his sleeves.

"No wonder twenty years have stood still."

Wei Qianfeng's body shook violently.

Twenty years have stood still.

This incident has already become a lingering sore spot in Wei Qianfeng's heart, obviously he refuses to rest in his daily hard practice, but he still has no progress, and it is commendable to be able to maintain the current five-grade realm without retreating.

But every time I dream back at midnight, I look at the white hair in the mirror, knowing that the years of this life have passed like flowing water, but I still haven't been able to touch the gate of heaven, let alone look at the magnificent waves behind the gate of heaven, thinking of the high-spirited and heroic spirit when I was young, I can't help but cry and hate.

At this time, the sore spot in his heart was directly broken by Wu Qiong, and his face was hideous, and he knew in his heart that this was deliberately done by Wu Qiong, but his mood was already extreme at this time, and he sneered and said that the opposite side was just a scholar who was destroyed by the meridian donor, and the realm plummeted, even if he could compare with the grandmaster before, at this time, at most he only had the fifth grade realm left.

No matter how good it sounds, even if it is a thousand pounds of splendid articles that can be written, it is just a matter of a sword.

His right hand was raised and rested on the hilt of his sword.

The sharp sword qi rose up, and Wu Qiong on the opposite side seemed to be waiting here early, only at the moment when he drew his sword, he waved his sleeves and smashed with a dignified energy like iron, two middle and third-grade masters, one was a kendo veteran who had been immersed in the five-grade realm for twenty years, and the other was a peerless who had raised his hand to touch the gate of heaven.

The vigorous qi was like a cloud, and the sword qi over there was sharp, piercing and piercing it.

In the blink of an eye, there were already dozens of moves.

The corners of Wu Qiong's mouth coughed up blood, but he still said:

"Treacherous, Lord Xuan saved your life, gave you gold and silver, and instructed you in martial arts and swordsmanship, this is how you repaid you?!"

Wei Qianfeng's eyes were red, his qi was far inferior to Wu Qiong, he was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would vent the thousands of fierce sword qi in his chest and abdomen, and he only cared about fighting with his sword, but the more hatred he felt in his heart, if that Jiang Yang taught him all the secret books in his arms that day, how could he be trapped in this five-grade realm for twenty years?

Whether it was the Jianghu warriors who were disguised as dart masters, or those swordsmen from the sect, they all staggered back, for fear that they would be stirred into by the strength of the confrontation between the two and die a miserable death.

Wang Anfeng watched quietly on one side, breathing long, and there was a subtle flash of light in his eyes, like the ripples of the North Sea undercurrent, endlessly, since the age of thirteen, he had to spend a long time in the Shaolin Temple every day to practice the pupil technique, and now the pupil technique has already been practiced to the level of perfection, not inferior to the eagle falcon.

Under the full attention, he almost expected the energy of qi, but it was not the so-called mountain and river qi of the Daomen Fangshi, but the qi of the martial artist.

What Wu Qiong said was not useless, the sword in Wei Qianfeng's hand became more and more fierce, but it was not as round as it was originally, and at the time of the thirty-seventh move, Wang Anfeng finally saw a flaw, his palm moved slightly, and the copper coin in his hand burst out.

It was as if a Kunlun Mountain had been smashed horizontally.

There was a loud bang, Wei Qianfeng only felt a sharp pain in his wrist, the ancient sword roared endlessly, and the strength that had been wrapped around his body before, as if it was like an iron armor, had been crushed alive.

But after all, he has been wandering in the realm of the five grades for twenty years, and he has a mouthful of Daomen sword qi in his abdomen, and after taking this move, he only stumbled back two steps, and then stabilized his body and mind, and his qi was endless, flowing again.

This kind of method requires decades of unremitting slackness, daily penance and slow polishing to be able to practice, those who have a smooth path in the martial arts are difficult to do, only with this means, Wei Qianfeng is even placed among the millions of people in the entire world, he can be regarded as a first-class person under the grandmaster.

But at this time, there was a Confucian scholar next to him who was still standing firmly in the Wupin Realm even if he fell into the realm.

One of the two sleeves opened the long sword in Wei Qianfeng's hand, and the other carried the anger in Wu Qiong's heart, and smashed it on Wei Qianfeng's chest and abdomen.

Wei Qianfeng's face turned pale in an instant, he forced a breath of true qi to not disperse, stepped on the ground with both feet, slid a distance of more than ten meters towards the back, and slammed into the brick and stone wall of the courtyard of the inn, directly knocking the wall that was a few years old into powder, and only then did he barely take advantage of the situation and leak his strength.

The ground beneath his feet instantly collapsed and sank, rising and churning waves.

A large mouthful of blood coughed up from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, only in the mulberry forest next to the inn, he suddenly threw out an object, swirled and smashed at Wei Qianfeng and others, only to fall to the ground in front of him, it was actually a middle-aged swordsman who was also dressed in black, his appearance was a little elegant, but he had already lost his breath, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't blink to death.

Tian Zhide, who was tense over there, was stunned, and recognized that this corpse was the six-rank swordsman who had killed the Shenwu Mansion before, and even remembered that Feng An leaned down to grab this corpse on the horse before, at that time, he was worried about his junior brother, although he had some doubts, he didn't ask much.

At this time, seeing the corpse thrown out, he immediately reacted that Feng An was still here, and he was anxious, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of anger, but he felt a little moved.

In his eyes, since this corpse was smashed towards Wei Qianfeng, it suddenly fell to the ground, obviously because Feng An had no martial arts and his strength was not enough at all, but the same thing was completely different in the eyes of the rest of the people.

Wei Qianfeng and Wu Qiong saw that the weight of a thousand catties was like a feather.

The white-haired swordsman's expression changed and changed, and at this time, the qi and blood in his chest and abdomen were still bulging, although there was some impact, but there was not much problem in killing the scholar by himself, but he could contact the strength of the hidden weapon that he had just smashed on his sword, but he knew that there was still a master who had to be on guard to guard the side.

If you stay any longer, I'm afraid that it will be more than lucky, and you will have to get in.

A few fierce lights flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Jiang Lan, whose expression remained unchanged, in exchange for a book of people who climbed the ladder step by step, and raised their hands to knock on the gate of heaven was only in front of him, but Wei Qianfeng suppressed the desire in his heart that seemed to be highly poisonous, slowly withdrew his sword, and said:

"Miss Lan is lucky, there are high-ranking people by her side today, so Wei will not entangle with you. Old man Wu, you have already been seriously injured in your five internal organs, and you can spit it out now if you hold back that mouthful of blood. ”

Wu Qiong just flicked his sleeves and didn't say anything.

Wei Qianfeng's expression remained unchanged, he turned around and walked in the direction where Fang Cai's corpse was smashed out, made a sword salute, and said in a proud voice:

"Brother Fang Caitai is very powerful, if he has leisure in the future, he can go to Xuanjian Gate to talk about it, although it is not so good, but there is no shortage of good wine, it is much happier than Jiang Yang's poor and sour and rotten Confucian sect!"

"Today's business, just drink three glasses!"

Without any hesitation, he turned around and mounted his horse, and galloped away with the rest of the men and horses, coming like the wind and walking neatly.

Before they could go far, Tian Zhide, who was anxious in his heart, had already run out in a few steps, brushed aside the grass, but did not see the figure of Feng An, but it rained on the ground last night, and now he saw a row of fresh horseshoe prints far away, he was slightly stunned, took a long breath, relaxed, and said with a smile:

"Throw the body and run? What a daring boy......"

The voice paused, and then said to himself:

"I'll have to have a drink with him next time."

When the back of Wei Qianfeng and the others could no longer be seen in the distance, the expression of the old man in the courtyard who was standing like a pine suddenly changed, a mouthful of blood coughed out of his mouth, and his face turned pale in an instant.

After a while, he took a breath, his face was like gold paper, and he sighed:

"A good domineering sword qi, sixty years of hard work, if you can really mix the vastness of the long river and the sunset between heaven and earth, the so-called gate of heaven can be easily broken."

"Fang just said tentatively, if the old man hadn't used my Confucianism's kung fu to lock the dantian to force the injury, so that he couldn't figure out the roots, even if there was that master on his side, it is estimated that he would fight to the death. With this thought, and being able to retreat bravely from the rapids, Wei Qianfeng can make the Xuanjian Sect grow so strong, and he is really not just a treacherous villain. ”

The voice paused slightly, and the old man laughed at himself again:

"Your father doesn't care about anything else, but he still has some ways to look at people, but he is too angry, he only knows how to treat people with sincerity, and he doesn't know how to guard against people, but he caused such a big trouble, then Wei Qianfeng is called a corrupt Confucian, and the old man has to bear it for your father."

Jiang Lan was silent, and said in a low voice, "My father is actually very good."

Wu Qiong sighed, he naturally knew that Jiang Yang was very good, and it couldn't be considered a mistake to lead people to be sincere in any case, if it weren't for that, when his orphan girl was in the rivers and lakes, there would not be so many warriors in the rivers and lakes who spontaneously organized themselves and protected her from danger regardless of their own lives.

But for the sect master, one of the seven sects in the world, it is not a good thing to be sincere and kind, but it makes people feel soft-hearted and deceitful.

The maid suddenly let out a soft sound, half-crouched down, reached out to touch a place on the ground, but could not help crying out, and her right hand was violently withdrawn as if it were an electric shock, and when she looked at it, blood flowed from a white finger.

Jiang Lan's expression was slightly surprised.

Wu Qiong walked to the maid named Qiu Tong, looked at the ground, leaned down, and picked up the thing, but it was half a yellow-orange-orange Daqin Tongbao, which was disconnected from the very middle, and only the word Datong was left on it, and the incision was smooth and sharp, and it was also covered with a layer of fierce sword qi remnants.

Jiang Lan's expression was clear, and when he saw this, he had already guessed, and said in a low voice:

"Grandpa Wu, this is ......"

Wu Qiong nodded slightly, with some respect in his words, and said:

"The one who secretly shot out just now used this most common Great Qin Tongbao as a secret weapon to repel Wei Qianfeng. There are thousands of hidden weapons on the rivers and lakes, which can not be confined to the shape and subsections, and all laws return together, which can be called an open-minded sentence. ”

The voice paused, groping for this half of the treasure, and then exclaimed:

"A good body of true qi, it is really the only one I have seen in my life, the old man has spent seventy years in the Spring and Autumn Period, and he has met countless warriors in the rivers and lakes, but he can only barely compare with the legend of the Dragon Academy when he was a teenager and when Brother Ren walked the world."

Jiang Lan was thoughtful.

Wu Qiong said again:

"Tianlong Academy is very different from the Great Qin Jianghu, and the spirit is heavy, and it is similar to the number of people who shot it, I'm afraid that even if it is not from the Northwest Tianlong Academy, it will be implicated in it."

In the middle of the words, Tian Zhide over there had already turned around, Wu Qiong put away the half of the Great Qin Tongbao, and was ready to recover a little here, and then leave, the mulberry tree over there was not far from here and dozens of meters, Tian Zhide was worried in his heart, and he happened to have never seen the only flaw in the half.

Wei Qianfeng rode wildly, silent all the way, but he was holding half of the severed Daqin Tongbao on the fingers of his left hand, his expression was calm, and he couldn't see his joy or anger, and the surrounding cronies and martial artists also knew that he was unhappy at this time, so he didn't dare to say anything to disturb, but he followed the horse in silence.

A group of more than 30 black-clothed swordsmen, with a fierce spirit, rampage on this avenue, can go south and north outside, and their eyesight will not be so bad, and they can see at a glance that this is a sect martial artist on the rivers and lakes, and they will avoid it from a long distance.

For fear of hitting the knife and being killed by the Jianghu people, he walked away, far away from the county and state, and there was nowhere to shout injustice.

The Xuanjianmen group became more and more unscrupulous, as if this official road was their family, directly occupying the center, although it hit the moldy head, but this momentum was not bad at all.

After traveling for more than ten miles, a person next to Wei Qianfeng found a man on the road in front of him wearing a short fight in black clothes and carrying a bag behind his back, but he was just standing firmly, obviously he had seen the spirit of rushing like a tiger here, and he still did not retreat or avoid.

The short-beaten man saw the people of the Xuanjian Gate, took off the blue package behind his back, and stood firmly on one side.

Wei Qianfeng has been fighting in the rivers and lakes for decades, and when he saw this, he already had an insight in his heart, raised his head slightly, and the left and right horses stood out, and then rose from the back of the horse, and showed quite a clever light skill, pulling out their respective swords behind their backs, and roaring, one took the throat, the other swept the henchmen, and the shot was a killing move.

The man over there was dressed in black and had a simple face, but his eyes were clear.

The right foot is slightly raised, but it is only a little off the ground, sliding diagonally, the left hand is raised upward, and the right hand is gently sliding, the expression is not nervous, but the movement is weak.

More than twenty riders behind Wei Qianfeng showed mockery.

Wei Qianfeng didn't care, but when a yin and yang mixed aura suddenly appeared on the soft fist frame, his complexion suddenly changed.

"Not good!"

Before the words came out, the man on the road turned yin and yang with a low groan, his body shook slightly, and the extreme femininity instantly turned into the most yang and the most rigid, and between the violent sounds, the fierce and mighty qi burst out, and the two swordsmen coughed up blood and flew back a few feet before they could figure out what was going on, and their faces were pale.

It didn't hurt his life, but he no longer had the strength to make a move, and even the weapon in his hand that depended on life and death was lost.

There was a loud whistling.

The horses were restless and neighing, even with the swordsman above, they were shocked, and the continuous air waves were abruptly separated, and a silver streamer separated the scenery in front of them and the energy that seemed to be churning clouds and mist, like a waterfall in the Milky Way, with a line of Tianshan cold, Qingfeng Qianqiu Snow's sword intent, and directly took Wei Qianfeng.

PS: Today's two-in-one 5,500 words are presented, split into two parts and a chapter is also two thousand seven or eight like this, ah, ah, why is my hand speed so slow............