"Please the Twelve Princes, the Nine Sons of the Endless War, and the Little County Lord of Murong will cooperate with the Bloody Guards to come out. The green-robed old man in front of him was rusted with a pale golden unicorn with teeth and claws, his eyes were directing, not looking at people, looking at the ground, as if looking into the depths of the Nine Shadows, empty and nothing.

"Qingyi has seen King Lingjun, why did you surround everyone?We are all Spring Hunter monks, and we are not evil Dao murderers, is there some misunderstanding in this?" Murong Qingyi bowed slightly, stared at the green-robed old man and asked.

The monks were in an uproar, and someone whispered, "This is Ling Tian's father, Ling Zhulong, the king of Qilin County, I'm afraid that he is here to avenge his son......

Tang Jingtian was ahead of everyone else, leading the tiger and leopard bloody guards out of the crowd; the nine sons of the endless battle came out of the ranks in silence, following Tang Jingtian, this group of killing weapons did not have much emotion, and only waited for one order after another throughout their lives, and then killed endlessly.

Murong Qingyi hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and was about to object, when Murong Huaikong's voice came from his ears: "Don't worry, my father is not old and confused, and he has his own measure. At this time, Ling Zhulong was sad to lose his son, and allowed him to indulge. 』

Murong Qingyi suddenly settled down, and his cold gaze swept over all the Green Tiger Guards, and said, "Be careful that the sword soldiers have no eyes, if a secret realm monk sheds blood today, even if the name of the Green Tiger is disgraced from now on, you will weigh it separately." Then he turned to the more than two hundred monks and said, "Today in this Xuanyuan County, if anyone dares to hurt you in the slightest, my Murong Qingyi will never be in the rivers and lakes from now on!"

Murong Qingyi's eyes gently swept over the expressionless Ling Candle Dragon, and walked out of the queue in coordination with the Blood Fire Kill.

Blood and Fire Kill signaled to Yan San to follow, Yan San was originally Murong Qingyi's guard, but he was not exposed to people, and he was also a black-clothed guard of Blood and Fire Kill, so it was reasonable to follow the ranks. But Yan San shook his head with a wry smile and bowed his head silently.

Who is Ling Zhulong's majesty coming from in this battle? Yan San knew very well that if a 'culprit' like him could be safe and sound, why would Ling Zhulong pull the tiger's skin to show thousands of people? His sons were all dead, if Ling Zhulong was silent, what kind of grievance would it be? This was obviously to set an example to the chickens and monkeys, proving that he could not be provoked by Qilin County.

Except for a few sons of wealthy families and nine sons of blood and fire and endless battles among the monks on the scene, even the personal guards were not allowed to be listed. Many monks were nervous in their hearts, but with Murong Qingyi's personal promise, they finally had some confidence in their hearts, and the resentful monks began to curse in a low voice, and some of them questioned loudly.

"King Lingjun, what do you mean by this? Your son died at the hands of the Yuan people, and all the monks present can see it, if you don't go to the Yuan people to take revenge, you will embarrass your own people at home, what is the reason?"

"Playing majestic until Xuanyuan comes, is it really easy for me to bully Xuanyuan monk?"

"Ling Tian's little prince sneaked up on the little county lord of Murong, everyone watched, and the same camp all made such a poisonous move, so let me see it...... Hmph!' Naturally, the monk who said this did not dare to say 'die well', but the meaning was self-evident.

Ling Zhulong suddenly took a deep breath, took a step forward, his lowered eyes suddenly raised, the evil wind blew from behind him for no reason, and a huge blood-colored unicorn phantom condensed behind him like substance, rushing forward, all the monks were suffocated in their hearts, shrouded by this killing intent that poured the sky and the sea, and no one dared to say anything.

Ling Candle Dragon's bloodshot eyes swept viciously towards everyone, and finally focused on Yan San

, Sen Sen's chill was mixed with the cold words: "Yuan people slaughtered my son, where are you and the so-called Tang heroes? Seeing my son die tragically, what is the use of keeping you as a 'hero'?"

The monk standing around Yan San's body couldn't help but retreat, and under the pressure of Ling Zhulong's momentum, everyone trembled in their hearts, and they were all inexplicably terrified, like a great enemy of life and death.

Yan San's calm eyes met Ling Candle Dragon's eager gaze, ignoring the spiritual pressure at all, a sudden smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he hugged his fists at Murong Huaikong and Blood Bodhi, and said loudly: "Two adults, it was me who teased Ling Tian in the hundred miles of grass and trees, and asked him to kneel three times and bow to me, and above the heavenly pool, it was me who cut off one of Ling Tian's hands. This matter has nothing to do with others, and I ask the adults to let them go, as the Lord of Light Clothes said, Mo teaches the people of the world to chill their hearts!"

Whose home is this spring hunt? Xuanyuan! Who is presiding? Murong Huaikong and Blood Bodhi. Yan San said this to the two of them, invisibly leaving Ling Zhulong aside, the implication is that there is a big guy presiding over the scene, which wild onion are you Ling Zhulong?

And the information revealed in Yan San's words did not have the slightest respect, as if the two slaps were directly on Ling Zhulong's old face.

I have played tricks on your son, and I have kowtowed to me. I've chopped off your son's hand. You see, I'm so upright, why can't you bear me?

Ling Zhulong breathed heavily, and smiled angrily, "Okay, very good! Then you should die!"

The Blood Qilin was about to pounce down, Murong Huaikong coughed abruptly twice, walked forward and stood beside Ling Candle Dragon before he attacked, and said, "What Yan San said is reasonable, since Ling Xiaogongzi's humiliation and death have nothing to do with others, then retreat!" Murong Huaikong's body was full of spiritual energy, and a huge green tiger loomed, facing the blood qilin from a distance, withstanding the edge, the green tiger was even more powerful than the Qilin, and immediately cut off Ling Candle Dragon's spiritual pressure aura.

"As for the killing, wait to ask what happened, and disposition it at will with King Lingjun. Speaking of which, there are still some accounts between Ling Tian's little boy and the little girl Qingyi that have to be calculated. Brother Candle Dragon, you have first experienced the injury of losing a son, and I naturally understand the mood as a father, but there are many people here, and the so-called family ugliness cannot be publicized, do you want to move to the mansion to talk?" Murong Huaikong said slowly. Although the words were polite, they carried an unmistakable determination.

This is Murong Huaikong's one-third of an acre of land, this is the dignity of a fourth-order peak spiritual cultivator, if he is disobedient, blood will be spattered on the spot.

Ling Zhulong glanced at Murong Huaikong deeply, his eyes contained complicated information, and finally flicked the sleeves of his robe with hatred, turned around and left.

Ling Zhulong is not stupid, a fool can't be the king of the county, he had an elder brother, and his two younger brothers were dragons among people, and he was able to finally stand out and take over Qilin County, which I don't know how many dangers he has experienced, he is dormant, and he should bow his head when he is soft, this is the way to protect himself, Ling Zhulong knows better than anyone else. Now he is the king of the county, and his three brothers, without exception, all fell ill or were injured by mistake and died cleanly, which is the final result. Ling Zhulong only needs one result: Yan San and the Nine Clans will die without a place to be buried!

Qinghu and Qilinwei withdrew, and many monks seemed to have walked on the field of life and death, each of them sighed, and looked at Yan San with different eyes, after all, their danger of life and death was lifted under Yan San's words, and all monks, regardless of men and women, bowed their hands to Yan San, wanting to say something, but they couldn't say it.

Yan San admits all his sins and resists all responsibilities

, with Ling Zhulong's temperament, once he is gone at this time, he will die for a lifetime, what should he say?

"Thank you for saving my life, you can die without worry...... I'll burn paper for you!'

If you say something like that, you'll be killed on the spot.

Yan San left, his deep eyes were smiling, and as Ling Zhulong walked into the Xuanyuan Mansion, behind him, two huge bronze doors slowly closed, as if a world was cut off.

What is behind the door? Sixteenth or eighteenth Hell? But it can't be Heaven.

All the monks sighed and sighed, and some sighed: "This kid is really tough enough, dare to act, if he can come out alive, Lao Tzu must recognize him as a brother......

"But it's stupid. An old monk saw through the world, took a long pipe of cigarettes, and said earnestly, "If it is too rigid, it is easy to break." Let's just say that this Yan San is a cow, and if he doesn't put Qilin County in his eyes, it's cool, but for a while, what is it now, I can't see the sun tomorrow! Young man, look farther......

All the monks pondered the words of the old monk, and they all felt that they were very reasonable, and what was the meaning of all this, when everyone was dead.

"Hmph, what's the fun of living like you, if you're like you? When life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves...... a monk suddenly snorted, and said with a lofty voice.

"Little brother, I'll convince people like you. You go and smash the door, kill the Quartet, and directly save Yan San out, and when the time comes, Xuanyuan, Qilin, and Bloody Guards will chase and kill all over the city, this is the heroic style! Lao'er, I will kneel down and kowtow immediately when I see you in the future...... You'd better go!' the old monk sneered as he knocked the smoke on the tree next to him.

The monk who had been talking so much suddenly wilted, and said, "Didn't I read two more books......? See for details......

"And ......"

"Roll the calves!"

The monks booed.

Above the hall of the Xuanyuan County Mansion, there were only four people who were qualified to sit, the two county kings and the head of the Blood Clothes Guard, Blood Bodhi, and the twelve princes of Tang. The others were all standing on their sides, their eyes flickering from time to time, each thoughtful.

Yan Sanyi stood in the middle of the hall, and when he looked up, he couldn't see a monk below the third order in the hall, and there were two more young men.

A fiery red unicorn robe, his eyebrows and eyes are eight points similar to the dead ghost Ling Tian, but his expression and temperament are completely different, less arrogant and flamboyant, more cold and ruthless, lowering his eyebrows, as if this matter has nothing to do with him, it is Ling Tian's eldest brother, the prince of Qilin County, Ling Zun.

The other person stood behind Murong Huaikong, his eyebrows were stiff, his eyes were introverted, and his body was as tall as a towering mountain, as if nothing could destroy him, but his face was slightly wooden, not too sharp, but like a loyal farmer. At this time, he calmly looked at Murong Qingyi, and the two were communicating something. This person is Murong Qingyi's eldest brother, Murong Numa.

The angry horse is lightly clothed, and Murong Huaikong's name is also trouble-free.

"Bold fanatic, don't you kneel down to confess your guilt at this time?" Ling Zhulong suddenly slapped his palm on the chair, shouted loudly, and scolded Yan San angrily.

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