"What, worship you as a teacher, you are the oldest! I won't tell you, Elder Tang already has the intention of accepting me as an apprentice, during this time, I will eat and live in that ancient town, and practice with several young masters of the Qiang family! And you, you may not be able to worship the Tang Dongyou Gate!" Mu Meichuan was ashamed and angry, and with the arrogant attitude unique to the human race in his concession, he pointed at Tang Yaoxiang's nose and said, " You are just a low-class human race, and you are still so arrogant and arrogant, if you let Elder Tang know that you are so self-aware, I am afraid that you will never want to worship the Great Tang Dongyou Gate in your life!"

After speaking, Mu Meichuan threw the ordinary transformation pill handed by Tang Yaoxiang to the ground, turned around and left in a huff. Halfway through, he turned back again, pointed to Tang Yaoxiang's nose and said, "To tell you the truth, that mysterious friend of yours has offended the Cao family, I'm afraid you don't want to stay in the Cao family's territory!"

The Transformation Pill touched the ground, and with a pop, it turned into a gaseous Dan essence and drifted away.

Tang Yaoxiang smiled and said, "You and I are both outsiders, friends and fellow countrymen, I have suffered, can you still be spared!"

Mu Meichuan's eyes widened, and he said disapprerovingly: "I'm different from you, I also have a sister, if I marry into the Cao family one day, then our Mu family can sit and enjoy Qingfu!"

Hearing this, Tang Yaoxiang raised his head and laughed a few times.

Mu Meichuan's face turned red, and he snorted coldly at Tang Yaoxiang, turned around and left.

......

When he returned to the inn and didn't see the black medicine master, Tang Yaoxiang turned around and went west.

Got on a pack horse and pulled a caravan, and traveled several miles west to the country road. I saw a group of people fighting in the distance.

Tang Yaoxiang shouted that it was not good, and intuitively realized that it was someone sent by the Cao family. I want to wait for an opportunity to take revenge on the dragon and the mother and daughter.

There were seven or eight monks on the other side. The leader looked like the day before. Carrying a sword wrapped in black cloth and holding a sword in his hand, he was fighting with Lin Xuanrong at the moment.

When the groom saw this formation, he was so frightened that he urgently reined in the bridle.

"Why stop, rush up for me!" Tang Yaoxiang shouted.

"Uncle, didn't you see so many people from the Cao family in front of you?" Ma Fu glanced at Tang Yaoxiang contemptuously and said impatiently.

Don Burn Incense grabbed the groom and threw him out. Then he took the whip and whipped it the pack horse. The horses were frightened and rushed forward desperately.

......

The sound of the carriage galloping attracted everyone's attention. The seven or eight monks were all stunned, who was so bold and dared to disturb their situation!

The casual cultivator was fighting with Lin Xuanrong, and completely forgot about the sudden scene.

At this moment, on a boulder dozens of meters away from the scene, with a streamer flashing, a white-robed boy appeared, looking at his appearance, he was quite handsome. The phoenix dragon watch, its face is covered with a layer of mysterious and magnificent patterns. Legendary and mysterious!

It's the dragon that's right!

During the operation of cultivation, the mad dragon's arms swam, and the power of his body gathered rapidly, and when his body shook, a strong flame was released from his back, as if the whole person was burning.

In the void in front of him, there was a violent shock, spreading out like ripples, and in the ripples that spread out in the wavy radiation, in the center was the phantom figure of the mad dragon that was close and distant, real and imaginary, surrounded by countless overlapping transfiguration arms, palms......

In an instant, the dragon's face was full of red light, and his arms shook as he shouted, and he slapped towards those monks. As a series of fierce wind-breaking sounds sounded, countless vaporized palms poured out one after another, blasting towards the few monks who were aiding in the abuse.

Boom Boom Boom ......

As a series of Yuan Force bursts rang out, the flames were impressive, and the white mist rose. Some of those monks were directly killed and injured by the vaporized palms, and some were so shocked that they flew upside down into the sky and vomited blood in the air.

The scattered cultivation that was inseparable from Lin Xuanrong was also suddenly distracted, and in an instant, a streamer of light struck him palm, and in front of his palm were two vaporized palms. But it was torn apart by the sharp swordsmanship of the scattered cultivation.

Then, at the moment when Sanxiu swung his sword, Lin Xuanrong's white sword transformed from a bandeau suddenly unfolded into a horse again, and with the movement of the master's mental power, it was like a swimming snake, wrapping around Sanxiu's wrist.

The moment Sanxiu returned to his senses, the figure of the mad dragon had already reached his feet, and he stepped on Sanxiu's toes suddenly, and the phalanges were shattered, and Sanxiu's body bent forward in pain, and his upper body fell down.

In the middle of the big drink, the wild dragon violently "hung the sky hook upside down", flipped on his back, hooked his feet up, and kicked him heavily in the face at the moment when Sanxiu leaned over due to toe pain, kicking him on his back and flipped up, and flipped several times in the air.

This loose self-cultivation hand is also very good, if it is an ordinary monk, this foot will not die or be disabled, let alone stabilize the body when it lands. But this scattered cultivation, the moment the figure flipped to the ground in the air, it was only seriously stumbling countless steps, but barely stabilized the figure after all.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the mad dragon, Lin Xuanrong on the side was overjoyed, and couldn't help but lose her voice: "Oh no!"

The dragon was puzzled.

"His sword is very powerful!" Lin Xuanrong rushed to the mad dragon, pointing to the long sword wrapped in black cloth behind Sanxiu, and said worriedly.

Sure enough, after stabilizing his body, he immediately pulled out the sword behind his back, and with the movement of his palm, the sword flew out.

Suddenly, the dragon's body was vertical, lying horizontally in the air, and the center of his feet was aimed at the flying sword.

The moment the tip of the sword stabbed into the center of the dragon's feet, it did not penetrate the dragon's body as Sanxiu expected, but spun vigorously, like a drill, accompanied by brilliant sparks, but failed to penetrate the center of the dragon's feet.

Sanxiu was shocked and realized that there must be a treasure hidden on the dragon's feet.

Just as he was about to withdraw the sword, the Pi Lian in Lin Xuanrong's hand threw out at him, twisted and tightened in mid-air, turned into a white Lian sword, and stabbed towards Sanxiu.

Sanxiu swung his sword again in response. But at this time, Lin Xuanrong's body was vertical, and he grabbed the hilt of the sword in the air, trying to control the sword.

The mad dragon finally took a breath, and the moment he landed, together with Lin Xuanrong, he reached out to control the sword.

When the scattered cultivator came back to his senses, his face changed when he saw this scene. Finger pinching the seal between the knots, intending to manipulate the sword back to the sheath. However, the mad dragon and Lin Xuanrong tightly grabbed the hilt of the sword, and rushed towards Sanxiu with the long sword that flew away.

The sword that is back sheathed, and the majesty is converged.

However, it was at this moment that the mad dragon waved his fingers in the air and shouted: "Out of the body!"

Suddenly, two humanoid momentum broke out one after another, "Xiu Xiu", like two arrows that left the string one after another, and their swift skills made them appear vague figures.

The two humanoid momentums, each holding a gasification scimitar, flashed one after another to the middle-aged man who had just landed. The swift pace, the fierce offensive, and the speed of the skill, only two vague phantoms can be seen with the naked eye.

The first phantom, wielding the gasification knife in his hand, just sent out two slashes in a row, and it was the second phantom that immediately gave way to the place that followed. The latter sent out the third sword, and successfully cooperated with the former to jointly perform the "Polar Shadow Quick Knife Triple Convergence Style".

Three knives before and after, no more, no less. Suddenly, the continuous swords and the sharp sound of breaking the wind echoed in the ears of middle-aged people.

Kill, kill, kill (To be continued.) )