When the old man heard what Zhan Meiling said, he immediately sneered: "It turns out that you also know that it is not appropriate, Murong Daxia is broad-minded, there is no need for you to apologize, you all go far away quickly, and Murong Daxia will no longer pursue this matter." ”

Zhan Meiling shook her head and said disapprerovingly: "The old man claims that Murong Daxia has a big heart, but in my opinion, this may not be the case, otherwise how could he avoid it because we were unintentionally offended?" Or is there something unspeakable about Murong Daxia, so he doesn't dare to appear in public? ”

The old man was angry on Meishan, blew his beard and glared: "The little girl is making a lot of nonsense, my old man is too lazy to pay attention to you." Hum! Today, my old man doesn't believe in this evil, but it depends on which of you dares to stop me! ”

After he said that, he walked in front of Shen Tuli with a snort, and saw that the posture was really about to break through with his head held high.

Zhan Meiling and Qiu Bosong looked at each other, both a little undecided, seeing that this old man was so weak, if he blocked it with force, how could he survive if he hurt his life?

Just when the two of them couldn't make a decision, they suddenly heard a person shouting: "The old dog really relies on the old and sells the old!" I'm a powerful faction, how can you dare to commit such a miscellaneous crime? ”

In the midst of the cheers, he saw a figure flashing, and kicked the old man in the lower abdomen. The old man was not proficient in martial arts, and he was caught off guard, so he screamed at the moment. When he fell to the ground, he rolled several times in a row, hit his head on the stone steps in front of the door, and fainted to death in pain.

This really caused public anger, and everyone on the periphery shouted angrily, and all eyes were fixed on the blatant hurter.

But seeing that this person was like a crown of jade, handsome and extraordinary, although there was already a long sword hanging from his waist, he had another long sword on his back, which was Yu Bingru's Ice Heart Sword.

Everyone looked at each other clearly, and it was none other than Pang Zijian, who dared to kick the old man's head.

Xiao Lei couldn't help but be filled with righteous indignation, gritted his teeth and snorted: "This bastard is full of pus! Or will he only bully the weak, the master can't stand it, let's teach him a lesson! ”

He said and looked at Mu Yun, but saw that this benevolent brother was not guarding, and said thoughtfully: "It turns out that the Bingxin Sword was picked up by the surnamed Pang, does he have any thoughts about Ah Bing?" ”

Xiao Lei saw that Mu Yun was deaf, and the boss in his heart was unhappy, so he said coldly: "Okay, I knew that your Kunlun faction are all gutless rats, and you don't dare to pull it down, does the master still lack helpers?" ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Mu Yun again, and then put his hand on the pergola to look around, and muttered in his mouth: "Dead surname feed, why haven't you caught up yet, are you lazy again?" ”

Mu Yun came back to his senses slightly, couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and then lowered his voice and said: "Young Master Lei, don't be in a hurry to get angry, in my opinion, this old man is not so simple, and the surname Pang is only afraid of a secret loss." ”

Xiao Lei was stunned when he heard this, and said suspiciously: "Really? Why didn't I see it? ”

Mu Yun smiled and said: "As soon as the connoisseur stretched out his hand, he knew if there was any, after all, you are still too tender, and it is normal not to see it, listen to me now, don't be impatient." ”

Xiao Lei looked at the words, and already believed six or seven percent in his heart, but he was still unconvinced: "Only you can see that everyone else is blind?" Anyway, if anything happens to that old man, the master will definitely ask you. ”

Mu Yun didn't say a word, there was already a lot of noise in the field at this time, Pang Zijian ignored everyone's scolding, and just sneered with a gloomy face. It's no wonder that he doesn't care so much, after all, no matter how sharp his words are, they can't hurt him in the slightest.

Shen Tuli still had his eyes slightly closed, looking like he was pretending to sleep, but Zhan Meiling and Qiu Bosong both showed embarrassment, only to see Zhan Meiling's eyebrows frowning slightly, and reprimanded in a deep voice: "Senior nephew Pang, you are too excessive." ”

Pang Zijian's eyebrows flashed with a fierce color, and he bowed and said: "Little Senior Uncle Mingjian, Murong Zhuo sent this old dog out to make a big fuss, obviously looking down on our Kongtong faction. If we really let this old dog swagger away, wouldn't we be ashamed to laugh at the heroes of the world? ”

Zhan Meiling was stunned for a moment, but when she opened her mouth, she wanted to speak and stopped. Pang Zijian's heart snorted, and he struck while the iron was hot: "Several senior uncles are proud of their identities, and it is inconvenient to do something with this old dog, and the junior nephews can only cut first and then play, and please forgive the little uncle." ”

Zhan Meiling was speechless, and just when she was a little stunned, she saw a light figure jumping into the middle like a shock, and went straight to the old man's side, stretched out her hand to help him up, and carefully checked the injury.

The noise fell silent, and hundreds of eyes focused on the man, but he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a royal blue robe, fast boots, and a square scarf, just like an ordinary scholar.

His figure was slightly short, but he also showed a delicate fit, although there was no expression on his face, his eyes clearly revealed compassion, and his white palm rested on the wrist veins of the old man's head, ignoring the murderous gaze of the disciples of the Kongtong Sect around him.

Pang Zijian's expression was ruthless, and he stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Boy, what are you from, dare to take care of the affairs of the Kongtong faction?" ”

The young man paused slightly, and reluctantly said in a harmonious voice: "Brother Tai, don't misunderstand, there is no intention of offending your faction, but everyone has compassion, and after all, you can't see death without help." ”

Pang Zijian looked up to the sky and snorted, and then said abruptly: "What a compassionate heart, since he is Murong Zhuo's comrade, he honestly admits it, why bother talking about him left and right?" Could it be that the people in Chaotian Que are all such virtuous people who hide their heads and show their tails? ”

The young man seemed to be stunned, and said in a reluctant voice: "It doesn't matter if the same party is different from the party, but human life is greater than the sky. ”

His voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and he had a firm and calm faction, and everyone couldn't help but echo it.

Mu Yun heard the young man say that "human life is greater than the sky", and it was the same as Yu Bingru's tone, and he had a good impression of it, so he bowed his head slightly and said: "This brother is not bad-hearted, and he is a character worth befriending." ”

Xiao Lei pursed his lips and said disapprerovingly: "It's all your fault for making random remarks and blinding Shengcong, otherwise the young master would have made a move, how could he steal the limelight from this guy." ”

Mu Yun didn't argue, only showed a mysterious smile, and then only heard Pang Zijian snort coldly: "Okay, as long as you can pick me up for thirty moves and be undefeated, this old dog will be saved by you, how about it?" ”

The young man hesitated slightly, but shook his head and said: "This old man's pulse has declined, and he must be treated as soon as possible. ”

Pang Zijian snorted and said impatiently: "Don't be wordy, if you want to accept the move, you will accept the move, otherwise give me how far I can roll!" ”

The boy was so embarrassed that he pursed his lips and couldn't make a sound. When he was at a stalemate, he suddenly heard a cold voice say: "You save people first, and I'll pick them up." ”