Zhang Xiyun patted the dust on his body, and when he stood up, he was slightly shorter than Mu Shiyan.

He is fourteen years old this year, and he is taller than his peers, but Mu Shiyan is two years older than him and quite tall.

Yang Xi ran out of the house angrily, "You want to run, you actually attacked me!"

Zhang Xiyun turned his head, looked at Yang Xi with an angry face, and shrugged his shoulders, "Isn't this a failure?" ”

Yang Xi sneered again and again, "If it weren't for Sister Mu here, I would have really told you to run away." ”

Zhang Xiyun was slightly stunned, and looked at the woman in the white dress, surnamed Mu?

Mu Shiyan smiled and asked softly, "You are Zhang Xiyun?"

Without waiting for Zhang Xiyun to answer her, Mu Shiyan continued to speak: "The cultivation is not more than the four elephants, but the foundation is solid, and the divine sense is afraid that it can be compared to the Liuhe monk? ”

Yang Xi hurriedly said on the side: "Sister Mu, I can't beat him!"

Zhang Xiyun pursed his lips, "I haven't seen you beat me." ”

"You!" Yang Xi was angry with Zhang Xiyun again, and said angrily: "Okay, then come again!"

As soon as the words fell, twelve flying knives flashed and cold appeared around him.

"Fight, fight, I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Zhang Xiyun waved one hand, and the phantom shadow of the immortal sword shrouded his hand.

Mu Shiyan was about to open her mouth to persuade her, but the phantom of the fairy sword in Zhang Xiyun's hand attracted her attention.

"His soul soldiers are strange, far more powerful than the ordinary martial arts cultivators of the Four Elephants!" Mu Shiyan said secretly. Fu looked at it again, and this look surprised her, "How could it be?

The soul soldier of the good martial line may be one of the most miraculous beings in the world, and the formation of the soul soldier has a theory of innate and acquired.

Innate soul soldiers, those who practice good martial arts, use their own will to give birth to innate soul soldiers in the sea of knowledge.

The acquired soul soldier, the divine weapon recognizes the master, and merges with the good martial monk to know the sea, and achieves the acquired soul soldier.

The two methods have their own advantages and disadvantages.

And the only thing that is the same is that the cultivators of the good martial arts, the two Yi cultivators can borrow the qi of the soul soldier to condense into a soldier's shadow, just like the sword qi that Zhang Xiyun casts. The four elephants are cultivated as soul soldiers to melt their limbs, and the gossip is cultivated as soul soldiers to appear out of the body, although they can resist soldiers, they are only soldiers' souls, not substantial existence. And only the strong man who has reached the immortal road can condense the soul soldier into substance, hold it in his hand, and kill the enemy in battle.

The reason why Mu Shiyan was surprised was because the soul soldier attached to Zhang Xiyun's arm actually had a sense of substance!

"Could it be that he is not an innate soul soldier, but a divine soldier who recognizes the master? What kind of divine soldier can make him have the signs of immortal path when he cultivates in the four elephants?" Mu Shiyan secretly guessed.

Just when the two were about to fight, Mu Shiyan stopped her thoughts and walked between the two.

"Okay, even if I'm not right, you two have their own strengths, so you don't have to fight for victory at this time. ”

Zhang Xiyun didn't care, his stomach was still hungry, and he was even more hungry and panicked if he fought again, so he simply collected his sword qi.

Yang Xi snorted angrily, but he also lost his breath.

Zhang Xiyun's eyes rolled, and he asked Mu Shiyan: "Who are you, you look about the same age as us, but your cultivation is much stronger." ”

Zhang Xiyun vaguely felt that the cultivation of the woman in front of him was not much different from Chenchen.

Mu Shiyan chuckled, "The lord of Mu City you saw the night before was my father, and my name is Mu Shiyan. ”

"Could it be that the main thing in the pastoral city saved me from the dire situation? Zhang Xiyun thought about it for a while, and then thought that Mubian Chu was entrusted by the sloppy old Taoist to help himself, although he was forced by Jingbai's father at that time to intervene, but he was probably afraid of offending the sloppy old Taoist afterwards, so he asked Mu Shiyan to come to Yang's house to save himself.

"If there is no accident, you can go back to the Mu's house with me tomorrow, and when Zhou Daochang finishes his own business, he will come to look for you. ”

Zhang Xiyun's eyes lit up, and he immediately thought that the sloppy old Dao was desperately hiding from Jingbai's father, where did he have time to find himself, if he arrived at the Mu family, he would not be imprisoned like now, but he could take the opportunity to inform his great-grandfather!

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiyun seemed to have seen the scene of his return to Tianqiong with his great-grandfather, and couldn't help grinning.

Yang Xigang on the side rearranged the formation outside the guest room, looked at Zhang Xiyun with cold eyes, and said leisurely: "I can't say that as soon as you stepped out of the gate of my Yang family, you were slashed by the Taoist surnamed Jing." ”

When Zhang Xiyun heard this, he was also a little jealous in his heart, but he didn't know that Jing Bai's father was still nearby.

Yang Xi walked to Mu Shiyan's side and said, "Sister Mu, people have also seen it, let's go." ”

Mu Shiyan nodded slightly, and the two were about to leave.

Zhang Xiyun came back to his senses and was about to go back to the room, when he saw the food that had been spilled on the ground, he hurriedly turned around and said to the two: "Don't, get me another meal!"

Yang Xi said coldly: "The meal is just that one, you knocked it over yourself, it's too late now." ”

After that, he walked away without looking back.

Zhang Xiyun looked at the hand that had just slashed out the sword qi and knocked over the food, and raised his other hand to hit it hard, "Call your hand cheap!"

Outside Yang Yuan's house, Yang Bin walked out of it, his face gloomy, and he didn't know what to do in his hand.

"Zhang Xiyun, you hurt me, but you are still living so happily, now that there is a great monk to protect you, and your father is not allowed to kill you, even Shiyan will save you!"

"I will never let you go, I want you to die!"

Under the moonlight, wisps of blood appeared around Yang Bin's body, and the things he pinched in his hands emitted a strange red light, like a demon.

He walked towards the guest room in the backyard with a crazy look on his face.

At this time, Zhang Xiyun was lying on the bed, so hungry that he didn't want to meditate and cultivate.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside the door again.

"Didn't you bring food again!"

Zhang Xiyun said happily: "Who?"

There was a strange laugh outside the door, and Zhang Xiyun's smile disappeared and he frowned.

He felt a strange smell outside the room.

The formation was gone, and the door was pushed open.

Zhang Xiyun stood up and looked at the person who came in, although two years had passed, he still recognized the person at a glance, Yang Bin!

He was already disgusted with this person, but now that he saw it, he naturally didn't have a good tone, so he snorted coldly and said, "What are you doing here?"

Zhang Xiyun looked intently and found that Yang Bin's side face seemed to have some kind of charm drawn, and there was a trace of blood floating around his body, and the whole person looked extremely weird.

A demonic smile appeared on Yang Bin's face, and he laughed strangely, his voice low and hoarse.

"I'm here to kill you!"

As soon as the words fell, a blood-colored phantom suddenly flew out.

Zhang Xiyun was startled, and hurriedly dodged, and blood swept in front of him!

He turned around, angry, this guy came here to kill me?

The shadow of the sword reappeared, and with a slight kick on his foot, Zhang Xiyun flew towards Yang Bin.

Yang Bin couldn't stop laughing, his footsteps moved back, and the whole person went backwards and walked out of the house.

Zhang Xiyun kicked his foot again, took advantage of the situation and chased after him, and the sword qi in his hand took the first step and slashed towards Yang Bin.

Yang Bin raised his hand and waved, and he actually waved this sword qi away!

Zhang Xiyun frowned, retreated and stopped, and thought to himself: "It's too weird, Yang Bin was taught by the elders to disperse his strength, and then looking at the performance of the Yang family, his cultivation should have been abolished by seven or eight points, and now I see that his cultivation is even higher than Yang Xi, not only the outer triad has gathered, but I am afraid that even the inner triad has gathered!"

Yang Bin kept laughing, and his hoarse voice sounded again.

"What's the matter, are you scared? Zhang Xiyun, I want you to stay here!"

The looming blood around Yang Bin suddenly surged, the blood enveloped his body, and a long sword appeared in his hand, and the sword body flashed with coldness, as if it was connected with Yang Bin, like his soul soldier, but after it appeared, it was infected by blood, and in the blink of an eye, the cold was no longer there, and the blood was monstrous.

Zhang Xiyun was taken aback, what is the situation! He actually held the soul soldier in his hand, and the soul soldier condensation was a means on the immortal road!

The long sword seemed to emit a mournful roar, and the sword roared like a cry, and the blood was swirling, more like crying blood.

Yang Bin raised his hand, swung his sword and slashed, and the blood-colored sword qi surged towards Zhang Xiyun like an overwhelming force!

Zhang Xiyun had nowhere to avoid, gritted his teeth fiercely, the sword shadow of his hands reappeared, roared angrily, and hammered to the ground with both hands!

The ground seemed to be pried, rolling up a layer of sand and stones, and pieces of floor tiles were knocked into the air, he raised his hand and grabbed it, the sand and stones gathered swords, and the floor tiles became a shield, which was pulled by the strength in his body and hung in the air.

He didn't dodge or dodge, but rushed towards that blood-colored sword qi!

The blood-colored sword qi slashed straight ahead, Zhang Xiyun's left hand opened, stretched forward, and pieces of floor tiles pressed against the blood-colored sword qi.

Although it was difficult to store, the blood-colored sword qi became more and more violent, and wisps of blood passed through the floor tiles, and Zhang Xiyun's palms were dripping with blood.

Zhang Xiyun screamed angrily, took another step forward, and his right hand behind him suddenly came out and slashed away diagonally!

The sword of sand and stone then rose, mixed with the sound of the wind, and slashed down!

Yang Bin's strange laughter became louder and louder, his hand was retracted, and the blood-colored sword qi no longer split the shield of the floor tiles, turning into wisps of blood, like a tidal wave receding.

"Then sword-to-sword!"

Yang Bin opened his mouth in a deep voice, the bloodshot gathered, and then turned into the blood-colored sword qi and flew away.

The two sword qi of sand and stone and blood meet in a narrow way!

In the courtyard, the trees have no leaves, and the houses have no tiles.

When I raised my eyes, I was full of flying sand and rocks, and blood-colored green leaves.

As far as you can see, the swords are against each other, and the swords are against the swords!