Senior Brother Eleventh walked towards the ground with Li Zi in his arms, and everyone in the Jiang family immediately surrounded him, and the scholar riding a donkey behind him also followed.

The scholar got off the donkey and shouted, "Master." ”

Eleven nodded, took out a pill from the backpack behind the scholar's back and fed it to Li Zi, and then handed him over to the Jiang people around him.

When Senior Brother Eleventh turned around again, his eyes stared sharply at Fang Jianping in the air.

Everyone can feel that this Qingshan Old Eleven will definitely not give up like this.

Jiang Liufeng took the plum from Eleven's hand, and explained the matter of Li Zi and Fang Jianping's bet on three moves just now.

Eleven slowly stood up, only to see him slowly pull out his sword from behind him, it was a dull wooden sword.

"Master........" shouted the scholar behind him.

"Take care of your master's little brother. Eleven said to the scholar.

The scholar nodded, and stopped in the way.

Eleven flew into the air with a wooden sword, and he first asked the old man in the wide robe, "Why did Nanlou arrest my junior brother?"

The broad-robed old man stroked his beard, squinted his eyes, and turned his gaze to Fang Jianping.

Fang Jianping stood up and said, "Qingshan came to Jiangwan City for no reason, shouldn't he say hello to Nanlou? ”

Eleven snorted coldly, he had just received a letter from the senior brother in southern Xinjiang, saying that the junior brother might be in trouble, so he immediately rushed here without stopping, but he didn't expect that he was still a step late in the end.

The little junior brother was seriously injured in front of him, and as a senior brother, he naturally couldn't sit idly by.

He looked at the broad-robed old man in the distance and knew that he was the former lord of the South Tower.

"You bully the young with the elders in the south building, don't you think that I have no one in Qingshan?"

The old man in the wide robe looked suffocated, if it wasn't for the burning of the South Building today, he wouldn't have easily gotten out of the customs, but he forgot one thing, the young monk with the sword in front of him and the young man on the ground were both Qingshan disciples.

"If Nanlou thinks that he can do this, then my master will be very willing to come here and reason with you. After Eleven's words were finished, everyone only felt that the air around them instantly became a little colder.

The old man in the wide robe in front of him was once called the Southern Old Monster, but no one forgot that the old man who loved to fight with swords and walked alone not only had the title of Qingshan Sword God, but also had the nickname of Chu Old Monster.

If he starts a surge, who in the cultivation world can stop him?

The old man in the wide robe puffed out his cheeks and did not speak, obviously he was not lightly angry, even if he was arrogant, he did not dare to argue with the old sword god of Qingshan.

"What do you want?" Fang Jianping saw that his master didn't speak, and asked by himself.

"It's very simple, didn't you let my little junior brother pick you up three moves? My little junior brother is next, then now you come to pick me up three moves, if you can take my three moves, then today's matter, I will no longer worry about your South Building. Eleven looked at Fang Jianping and said.

As soon as Eleven's words were finished, many monks on the field dropped their jaws in shock!

Let Fang Jianping take him three moves? Fang Jianping can turn into a god cultivator, how can Eleven He De be so arrogant and let Fang Jianping take him three moves?

Qingshan Lao Eleven is not very famous, but many people still know that his real strength is not high, and it is even far inferior to the dazzling Lao Qi, but even Qingshan Lao Qi is only at the peak of Guiyuan, so why can Eleven have such a big breath?

Fang Jianping looked at Eleven with a sneer, only to see him gently raise the white light soft sword in his hand.

The soft sword suddenly shot out a burst of sword qi.

"What's the matter with taking you three moves, I'll just stand here, don't say it's three moves, what can you do to me with thirty moves?" Fang Jianping said.

"Less nonsense!" Eleven shouted, then raised the wooden sword in his hand and jumped in front of Fang Jianping in one step.

On the ground, everyone looked at Eleven's strange behavior with curiosity in their eyes, and they all knew Fang Jianping's strength very well.

And Eleven has traveled down the mountain in the past few years, and there are not many opportunities to really make a move, although no one knows his current realm, but no matter what, he will not become a god in a short period of time.

This is a gamble without suspense, and no one, including the Jiang family, is optimistic about Eleven.

But Eleven just unhurriedly raised the wooden sword in his hand, his sword was so slow, so slow that one wondered when he would be able to pull it out.

The small wooden sword was just over two feet long, and it didn't look like a sword used against an enemy at all!

Fang Jianping stared at Eleven opposite him, sneering again and again.

Qingshan Lao Eleven is said to have only built a foundation and cultivated before traveling down the mountain, and in just three years, he didn't learn swords in Qingshan, how strong can he be in swordsmanship?

But the next moment, when the inconspicuous short wooden sword was raised by Eleven, Fang Jianping's face suddenly changed color.

The donkey on the ground raised his head and barked softly.

Layers of dark clouds gathered in the sky, and there seemed to be a terrifying force in the dark clouds, and the controller of this power was the young monk holding a wooden sword below.

"Pro!"

With Eleven shouting, behind him, a solemn appearance suddenly appeared!

He is 100 feet long, with scattered hair, a golden lock, and a five-colored spirit turtle under his feet, standing by a sword, and his eyes are like lightning.

"Look, what's that?"

"Is it the Dharma of a god? He actually summoned a god?"

"Oh my God, how could it ........?"

There were monks around who kept exclaiming.

With the appearance of that solemn law, there seemed to be a force in the sky that destroyed the heavens and the earth, and although Eleven at this time looked like a small figure, no one dared to approach him.

A great sense of oppression followed.

Fang Jianping raised his head with difficulty, only to see Eleven's eyes closed at this time, as if a god had descended from the earth,

"Bing!"

With Eleven's second shout, the wooden sword finally fell, and at the same time, the huge golden magic phase in the sky also slashed towards Fang Jianping.

It was as if there was an overwhelming force coming towards Fang Jianping, and in front of this force, no matter who it was, it was a mortal.

The mountain-like pressure instantly crushed Fang Jianping, and his body and nostrils began to bleed out.

Just now, he was pressed by the powerful cultivation of the God Transformation Realm, and Li Zi couldn't move, but at this time, he didn't expect to taste the same evil result.

Fang Jianping's body fell from the air to the ground.

And in the air, Eleven shouted the third word again: "Fight!"

The wooden sword flipped over and shot again!

"No!" shouted the broad-robed old man in the air.

In an instant, he had already chased towards Fang Jianping.

The broad-robed old man who flew to Fang Jianping's side looked at the Dharma in the sky.

I saw a huge word "fight" appear in front of me.

Boundless pressure pressed down on him like a mountain.

The old man in the wide robe knew that if he didn't make a move at this time, he was afraid that his apprentice would die under the solemnity of the mysterious law.