Su Ran saw that he was tricked, and he didn't dare to slack off, and the sword came out of the umbrella!

Xiao Leng jumped up and smashed down with both hands grasping the fan. Su Ran didn't want to fight in front of the inn, for fear of bad business, so he took a step away, his feet were light, and he jumped along the avenue.

"Where to escape!" Xiao Leng was windy at his feet, and caught up in a few steps, but there was always some distance. Su Ran was proud, he stepped into Chongying earlier, and he was even more proficient in light skills.

The two chased out of the long street, and the pedestrians on the street shouted to avoid it, but no one stepped forward to dissuade them. Su Ran was always a few steps ahead of him, the fan was too late, Xiao was cold, the true qi was condensed in his fingertips, wrapped around the tail of the fan, and he struggled to throw it out!

Su Ran was a little slack, and suddenly saw the steel fan flying around, and couldn't help but be startled, and took out his sword to block it. But the steel fan seemed to have a soul, and it didn't hit the ground, and it pulled a flower out of thin air and crossed it from the bottom left!

Su Ran's ribs cracked, and he didn't dare to stop to check, and continued to lead Xiao Leng into the alley. The two big men were very clumsy, and they were quickly thrown away, shouting "Childe and so on!"

Xiao Leng was already angry, no matter how irrational he was, even if his father punished him, he was not afraid, he just wanted to cut Su Ran to pieces! With a roar, the steel fan turned again, attacking several times, and the exhaust line of the fan was connected to the five fingers, so that the steel fan did not fall for a long time.

"As far as you run, I'll chase as far as I can!" Xiao said coldly.

Su Ran noticed the trick, and finally saw the qi line clearly, and immediately turned into an alley. Xiao Leng chased after him and turned into the alley, but he had a heart and suddenly lowered his body.

Sure enough, a sword light swept overhead.

"Don't try to hit me twice with the same move!" Xiao Leng laughed maniacally.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, Su Ran retreated two steps back and dodged the steel fan. This is a dead end, Xiao Leng withdrew the steel fan, and stepped forward with a cold snort: "Where should I run, but I fell into a dead end!"

Su Ran oozed blood under his ribs, looked at each other coldly, held his breath for a moment, and suddenly his true qi skyrocketed, rushing all over his body! Xiao Leng was suddenly startled, took a few steps back, and said in his heart: How can this kid be really angry, could it be that his martial arts realm is above me?

Before the thought was finished, Su Ran's figure flickered, and he came to the front of him in two steps, and several swords were moved, forcing Xiao Leng to block in embarrassment. Su Ran's speed is extremely fast, swinging the sword to sweep three times towards the head, chest, and legs, which is the "three stacks" of Xiaoxiang's swordsmanship!

Xiao Leng shrank his head back, and blocked the sword in his chest with a fan, but his leg was still hot and painful, and he was hit by a move. Su Ran also moved a little murderous at this time, lowered his body, the blade of the sword fell to the ground, and suddenly picked up, it was another move "Mochizuki"!

Xiao Leng had no time to dodge, only to feel that his body was light, his clothes were punctured, and he was picked up and flying. Su Ran turned around and swept it again, and "Yan Huan" made a move, and kicked him away with a blood cross on his chest.

Xiao Leng fell to the ground, couldn't get up for a long time, and trembled all over. He was finally a little afraid, but he didn't show it, and his eyes were fierce. Su Ran stood in place and said coldly: "I remember, you are the young master Xiao Re." ”

Xiao stared coldly, his eyes were about to split! At the moment, he didn't know where to get angry, he stood up, staggered forward two steps, and the true qi of the folding fan skyrocketed, and dozens of white mangs were snatched out!

Su Ran was shocked, he didn't expect him to turn into such a large amount of white mang, and he subconsciously wanted to block it, but he remembered that he had to resist. Between the two thoughts, dozens of white mangs are only a few steps away!

Xiao Leng fell to the ground again, and when he saw that Su Ran didn't hide, he was also shocked into a cold sweat. He didn't expect that he would turn into so many white rays, and if he was stabbed all of them, he was afraid that he would take people's lives. For a moment, there was a little fear in his heart, and he secretly begged Su Ran to get out of the way.

Su Ran was stunned in place, Bai Mang was approaching, he closed his eyes in shock, but he heard a "bang, bang" sound, and several cracks on his body. He shook his body, slowly opened his eyes, and saw an umbrella on the ground, blocking most of the white mangs, and he was only a few darts in his body.

When I looked up, I just saw the figure, but the person jumped down, and a concerned female voice came: "Brother Su, are you okay?"

The person who came was Lin Yan!

She picked up the umbrella barrel and immediately turned to check on the injury. Then two more people jumped down, one in white and one in silver, and He Qingyun and Master also arrived. More than a dozen disciples appeared from behind Xiao Leng and blocked their way.

Xiao Leng lay on the ground, in a trance for a while, and before he could react to the situation in front of him, He Qingyun said, "Xiao Gongzi, it's amazing." ”

Xiao Leng's eyes were blurred, and after a while, he finally recognized the handsome face: "He ...... City Lord He?"

"It's me. Xiao Leng, I haven't seen you for a long time, but my martial arts have grown so fast, and I even use one of the eight styles of the Heavenly Dao so skillfully. He Qingyun stepped forward, "I'm curious, who taught you?"

"Heavenly Dao Eight Style ......" Xiao Leng slowly got up. He naturally heard about it, but he was stunned for a long time: "I didn't!"

"Since you don't want to talk about it, okay, then we'll send you home and ask how your father Xiao Bufan is?" He Qingyun took another step forward.

Xiao Leng trembled, and when he heard that he was going home, he broke out in a cold sweat. He recovered a little bit of his sanity at this time, and finally understood that it was Su Ran who calculated himself and wanted to roar, but because He Qingyun was present, he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he had to shout: "I didn't use the Eight Heavenly Dao Forms!"

Zhong Mubai and Lin Yan helped Su Ran forward, and He Qingyun instructed Xiaoxiang's disciples to send the pill to the two injured people, and said, "It's useless? Okay, the trick you made just now, everyone present must have seen it clearly!"

Everyone responded: "See it clearly!" He Qingyun said: "Those dozens of white mangs are the true qi darts, the blowing snow in the eight styles of the Heavenly Dao." You say it's useless, do you think we're all blind!"

Seeing him speak sharply, Xiao Leng's lips trembled: "Blowing snow, that move is called blowing snow?" City Lord He, I'm ...... I really don't know!"

Seeing that he was in a predicament, He Qingyun must not be so resistant, maybe what he said was true, but he really didn't know? After thinking about it, he said: "You don't know, then let me ask you, who did you learn this trick from?"

Xiao Leng said honestly: "My father taught me! One day he left a piece of rice paper in my room, on which many words were copied by hand, which was his handwriting. At the end, I also said, 'Be sure to memorize it'! I thought it was my own secret, so I learned it, but I didn't expect it to be the Eight Styles of Heavenly Dao!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was dumbfounded. He Qingyun took a deep breath, he didn't expect that he would learn to blow snow in this way, but this also confirmed that Xiao Bufan had mastered blowing snow, so he had a hand copy. After a while, he asked again, "And where did your father get the blowing snow?"

Xiao Leng shook his head, but his heart was tight and he didn't answer. He Qingyun thought he knew, and asked again and again, Xiao Leng couldn't hold on, and gritted his teeth: "My father is sick, and I rarely meet him." ”

And these words stunned the multitude. Zhong Mubai and He Qingyun looked at each other with complicated expressions. Seeing that what Xiao Leng said was not a lie, could it be that his father Xiao Bufan was not pretending to be in retreat during this time, but was really sick?

He Qingyun only felt that it was complicated, so he didn't ask more questions at the moment, and asked someone to send a few carriages. The two big men called for a long time, and finally found their son-in-law, but they were also taken into the carriage, and everyone went out of the city together and went to Qingling Mansion.