"I'm not here to make trouble!"

    Guo Mingxin said embarrassedly.

    "What's that?"

     "There is a Luohua Palace, bring people to the sect, saying that they are asking to see you, and let Qinglanmen come forward to solve some problems." ”

    "This ......"

    Ling Xiaoye suddenly felt a little puzzled, but when he heard the name Luohua Palace, he understood who would come to him.

    "Let's go!"

    Ling Xiaoye didn't say a word, controlled the spaceship, and quickly flew towards Qinglan Gate.

      A moment later, Ling Xiaoye and the others landed on the martial arts arena.

    Ling had just packed up the Flying Treasure Ship, and he saw two groups of martial artists on the martial arts arena, facing each other.

     And some masters of Qinglanmen are in the distance, maintaining order.

    "What the hell is going on?"

    Ling Xiaoye asked.

    Guo Mingxin whispered in his ear: "Here's the thing, half a day ago, a group of martial artists who claimed to be Luohua Palace came to our sect, saying that they wanted to see you. ”

    "We said you weren't there, let them come back in a few days. However, at this time, another group of people came here in a menacing manner, saying that they were looking for trouble with Luohua Palace, and they also carried a seriously injured person here. ”

     After speaking, Guo Mingxin pointed not far ahead.

    Ling Xiaoye followed Guo Mingxin's guidance at this time, and saw that on the hard stone slab of the martial arts arena, he was just using a simple wooden frame to carry a martial artist who did not know his life and death.

    "What does this have to do with Qinglanmen?"

    " Uncle Zhuang Meng said that it was the disciple of Luohua Palace who caused trouble this time and seriously injured his opponent in a competition. ”

    "Is it Luohua Palace, or Qinglanmen?"

    Ling Xiaoye became more and more confused the more he listened, whether it was a question of Qinglanmen or not.

    "Master, you won't forget, Miss Lin Fei, right?"

    Guo Mingxin was surprised and said.

    "Lin Fei, what's wrong with her?"

    Hearing this name, Ling Xiaoye's body shook slightly, and then asked.

    Guo Mingxin continued: "The disciple of Luohua Palace said that it was Miss Lin Fei who seriously injured her opponent in the competition. The opponent's family was not convinced, and now they are chasing here. ”

    "But, why didn't Lin Fei's sect come forward to deal with this matter?"

    Although Ling Xiaoye was worried about Lin Fei's situation, at this time, instead of looking for his own sect, he came to find himself, which was a little suspicious.

    " Uncle Zhuang Meng asked, but Miss Lin Fei didn't say much. However, those disciples of Luohua Palace said that because Lin Fei missed, a child of a family in Yuanjing City was disabled, and their Luohua Palace competition was originally out privately, and if they returned to the sect, they would be punished by death!"

    "Is there such a thing?"

     After Ling Xiaoye heard this, he roughly understood the situation in front of him.

    So, he walked to the people of Luohua Palace and asked, "Where is Lin Fei?"

    Those disciples of Luohua Palace, now seeing Ling Xiaoye coming back, were like children who had done something wrong, they lowered their heads, and did not dare to speak loudly: "Senior Sister Lin has been protected by Deputy Elder Zhuang Meng. ”

    "Master Ling, I'm giving you trouble this time. ”

    "Master Ling, help us!"

    ......

     Another group of martial artists who confronted Luohua Palace, as soon as they saw the people from Luohua Palace, informed Ling Xiaoye first, and they were not far behind, and immediately sent two martial artists who cultivated to be in the Illusory God Realm, came to Ling Xiaoye, and saluted:

    "Hello Master Ling! We are the Hong family in the northern district of Yuanjing City. Tang suddenly came to your sect to punish that woman! I also hope that Master Ling has a large number of them, let those elders of your sect hand over Lin Fei, and we will leave this place immediately. ”

    Ling Xiaoye heard this, thought for a while, and then said to the two people: "People, I won't take it away for you." ”

    Those martial artists of the Hong family probably expected that Ling Xiaoye would answer like this, and immediately said in a cold voice: "Master Ling, although your current reputation is like the sky, don't forget, there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky. ”

    Another martial artist showed a weird smile, and then said in a low voice: "I knew I would say this for a long time, but this time, if you don't agree, you have to agree!"

    "Oh! I want to see, you Hong, what is threatening me. ”

    Ling Xiaoye smiled, put his hands behind his back, paced, and calmly responded to the threat of these warriors.

    The martial artist with a weird smile continued to sneer when he saw Ling Xiaoye's response: "If that's the case, Master Ling is really arrogant! Very good, we are here this time, not only these people you see, but also other people, I want to meet you for a while!"

    After finishing speaking, this warrior stuffed a small thing into his mouth and blew it violently.

    ...... Backbite...... Backbite......

    A sharp whisper, piercing the sky, spread far away.

    Just after this person blew this tick beep sound, in the western sky, suddenly dark clouds rolled, like clouds splashing ink, quickly approaching.

    Ling Xiaoye stopped at this time, looked at the vision of the sky from the corner of his eye, and whispered to himself: "In the middle stage of the Lingming Mirror, a person, the cultivation method may be a wood system, or a water system. ”

    After muttering, Ling Xiaoye sent a message to the Qinglanmen disciples next to him, asking them to take precautions, and a message was sent to the three elders to tell them to help protect the disciples.

    After arranging these, he said to the children of the Hong family, "This is your rescuer, right?"

    "That's right, you probably know his name. ”

    "Who is it?"

    "Haha, it's just a good fight, and it's called a stubborn old man!"

    After hearing this, Ling Xiaoye neither expressed shock nor contempt, but just sent a message to several elders of Qinglanmen and asked, "Who is this stubborn old man?"

    The third elder looked frightened, he wiped his sweat before he replied: "This stubborn old man is a loose cultivator in Yuanjing City. But its level of strength is quite strong. It is rumored that several major sects such as the Rain Soul Hall all wanted to win him over to the sect, but in the end, they did not impress this master. ”

    "Why?

    Ling Xiaoye asked.

    "No, anyway, no one knows, the real coming of this stubborn old man is the same as when he suddenly appeared thirty years ago. Many people can't guess what this old man wants to do and what he does. ”

    "Why is that here?"

    " This, it is estimated that it is the same as what the children of the Hong family said, in order to fight the grievances. ”

    "Oh, this old man, doesn't he like to help people out?"

    "Well, that's pretty much it. But sometimes, some people go to invite him, and he is indifferent. On the contrary, there are some poor people who go to him and ask him for help, and this stubborn old man will agree instead!"

    When Ling Xiaoye transmitted, the dark clouds were already shrouded in the sky above Qinglan Gate, making this mountain peak suddenly dark, like a dark night.