"Hiss~"

The surrounding disciples who were alarmed by the movement in the inn and came to watch were dumbfounded one by one when they saw the scene of Chu Yang kicking He Biao out with one kick! Not only were they dumbfounded, but even Yun Qufeng, cuttlefish, and Chu Changrong on the side didn't react for a moment, and they stood there one by one as if they were stupid and stupid. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

You know, this is the first time since the establishment of the Xuanting Society that someone dares to make a move against the disciples of the Qingxuanmen, and the most incredible thing is that the person who made the move is still the young owner of a sub-force at the end of the Yanxia Villa.

"Young owner...... You hit the disciples of Qingxuanmen. ”

Li Yunxiao grunted, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, looked at the indifferent young man in front of him blankly, and said in a little panic.

"So what? What's wrong with the disciples of Qingxuanmen, aren't they still the same as us, carrying a head on two shoulders? Yunxiao, you have to remember that there is nothing to be afraid of Qingxuanmen, if you think they are unattainable, then you will live in their shadow for the rest of your life, on the other hand, if you don't take them seriously, one day you will find that the disciples of Qingxuanmen are nothing more than that!" A gentle smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, and he said indifferently.

"Really?"

Li Yunxiao was a little loose, turned his head and looked at the young man's delicate face in a daze, and muttered suspiciously.

"Look, that guy was on his toes just now, wasn't he kicked away by me?" the boy touched his nose and nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, maybe the disciples of Qingxuanmen are just like that!"

Li Yunxiao's little face raised a touch of confidence, and when he glanced at He Biao, who was lying on the ground and groaning in pain, he grinned.

"Boy, rampant! Dare to make a move on my Qingxuanmen disciple, damn it!"

Behind He Biao, the group of Qingxuanmen disciples saw He Biao being kicked by the young man and flew out, and immediately pounced towards Chu Yang with hideous faces.

"Hey...... Since you want to play, I will accompany you to have a good time!"

Chu Yang chuckled, his steps turned, and with a light turn, without the slightest drag, he dodged the attack of a Qingxuanmen disciple, his fingers were slightly bent, and his fingers were like an eagle with a sound like breaking through the air, and he grabbed the disciple who attacked him with a "......".

That disciple of the Qingxuanmen was also clever, and when he saw Chu Yang's sharp fingers grabbing it, his complexion changed slightly, and he dodged Chu Yang's sharp claw with a Tianzi step.

"Think that's all it takes?"

Seeing that Qingxuanmen disciple dodging his counterattack so easily, Chu Yang not only did not feel a trace of frustration, but instead had a trace of contempt hanging on the corner of his mouth, he sneered, and the next moment his right toe spun, and a swirling step in the middle of the cloud-chasing step blocked the figure of the Qingxuanmen disciple.

The footwork of the disciples of this Qingxuanmen sect is from one of the three great schools of Qingxuanmen, the so-called ever-changing is inseparable from it, the Qingxuanmen disciple in front of him, the body method used is called the Falling Step, this kind of step is a kind of body method that imitates the Chasing Cloud Step, although the dragon is not like the dragon and the tiger is not like the tiger, but after all, the Chasing Cloud Step is the first mysterious footwork of the Horn of the Sky, and the footwork drawn from it is also very extraordinary in the eyes of many people, for example, now he easily took a turnaround step, which was to block the back road of the Qingxuanmen disciple in front of him.

"Damn it!"

The disciple of Qingxuanmen scolded angrily, seeing that his retreat was blocked by the young man in front of him, there was a touch of madness in his face, he gritted his teeth, pouted his bones, and a wisp of sword qi condensed between his fingers, and suddenly went out towards Chu Yang****.

Chu Yang moved, dodged the sword of the Qingxuanmen disciple, and grabbed it with a claw again with an indifferent face, this claw grabbed it, and the Qingxuanmen disciple in front of him wanted to dodge again, but he was shocked to wake up that his retreat had been blocked by the young man in front of him, and fine beads of sweat involuntarily appeared on his forehead.

Under his frightened gaze, "sneer......", Chu Yang's sharp fingers left a red blood mark on the disciple of Qingxuanmen, after the blow was successful, Chu Yang did not give up, but took the opportunity to go up, he slapped his backhand with a palm, and slapped the palm on the disciple's lower abdomen, the disciple only felt a huge force in the lower abdomen of the disciple, his heart was hot, a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth, and then the whole person collapsed in a languid.

After Chu Yang eliminated one of the Qingxuanmen disciples, the rest of the Qingxuanmen disciples also quickly approached, Chu Yang sneered, full of disdain, leisurely like a rich boy walking a dog, wandering around among several people, playing with a few people.

Looking at the group of Qingxuanmen disciples, they were so easily toyed with by the teenager between applause, and the people around them who were watching the excitement had already made stupid faces, and at this moment, in their minds, the image of the unattainable Qingxuanmen disciples quietly collapsed, and they suddenly found that the disciples of the Qingxuanmen were not so unattainable, you see that the disciples of the last force in Yanxia Villa can beat them, so why can't they?!

"This little guy is really a troublemaker! As soon as he came, he beat the disciples of Qingxuanmen, it seems that the young owner of the village still has a lot of resentment towards Qingxuanmen in the past five years! Chu Changrong smiled bitterly, looking at the young man who was traveling among the disciples of the Qingxuanmen, the expression on his face looked very strange.

"Boy, you're looking for death!

A sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, and I saw only a disciple of Qingxuanmen, holding a bronze scimitar, the scimitar roared, and with a sharp sound of breaking the air on the blade, it slashed towards Chu Yang's head viciously.

"Noise!"

Chu Yang sneered, his face turned cold, he felt the powerful power contained in the air slash, his face remained majestic, the demon knife in his hand waved, the blade was full of sparks, containing the strength of Qianjun, and he suddenly greeted it, "Ding ......" With a bang, a crisp sound of cold weapon handover sounded, only to see a string of sparks bursting, the Qingxuanmen disciple holding the bronze scimitar, felt the strong force coming from the demon knife, his face changed suddenly, the demon knife in his hand made a trembling sound of contention, and the whole knife almost came out of his hand.

At this time, Chu Yang's face on the side was cold, and he suddenly exerted force, the four patterns of the demon knife in his hand flickered, and the blade instantly became extremely sharp, under the frightened gaze of the disciple holding the bronze scimitar, at the blade of the demon knife, a pair of arms that were as white as lotus roots stretched out, and those arms were very cute.

When the disciple holding the bronze scimitar was stunned, the pair of fat little hands suddenly grasped the bronze scimitar in his hand, and with a "......click", he broke the bronze scimitar made of red copper, which was extremely hard, and after breaking the scimitar with his bare hands, the arms above the demon knife still seemed to be dissatisfied. The white nails slowly pierced the disciple holding the bronze scimitar, and suddenly the disciple holding the bronze scimitar trembled in his body, revealing a blood hole on his body, and blood overflowed from the blood hole.

"This ...... What kind of knife is this?"

The disciple who was holding the bronze scimitar in his hand, covering his wounds, his face was as white as a piece of white paper, his lips were a little blue, pointing at the demon knife in Chu Yang's hand, and the muscles on his face jumped.

"This demon knife is really worthy of its name, since it stepped into the ranks of spirit soldiers, it has become more and more demonic. ”

Chu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, lowered his brows, and glanced at the demon word on the handle of the demon knife in his hand, and his face looked a little weird.

The surrounding onlookers were stunned for a while, they only saw a flash of white light just now, and then they saw that the bronze scimitar in the hand of the Qingxuanmen disciple who attacked Chu Yang was broken, and the disciple who was holding the bronze scimitar had an extra thumb-sized blood hole on his body that was bleeding nonstop, that is to say, except for Chu Yang and the Qingxuanmen disciple and Chu Yang who was holding the bronze scimitar just now, no one saw the demon knife in Chu Yang's hand, the pink arm that poked out.

"Yuan Bo, what's wrong with you?"

The disciples of Qingxuanmen around him, seeing the disciple holding a bronze scimitar, bleeding non-stop, panicked for a moment, and hurriedly put a bottle of elixir on him, but it is also strange to say that although those elixirs are infinitely effective, but those medicines are applied to the wound cut by the demon knife, not only did not stop the bleeding, but it was the Qingxuanmen disciple named Yuan Bo who was originally a bleeding wound, and the bleeding speed became faster.

"Bastard, what kind of magic are you doing?"

A disciple of Qingxuanmen, holding a long sword, pointed at Chu Yang with a fierce face, and said murderously.

"I don't want to kill, I advise you to take your sword away from my eyes, because I hate it when people point their swords at me, because I'm afraid of death, and you make me feel very insecure like this. Chu Yang frowned and said with a cold face.

"Hey...... I'm here to see, I'm pointing my sword at you, what can you do?"

He Biao on the side, his face was slightly pale and dragged his body over, he sneered, and the Qingxuanmen disciple who was holding the long sword side by side, holding the long sword, pointed at Chu Yang's face, accompanied by He Biao's movements, the Qingxuanmen disciples present all had gloomy faces, holding weapons and pointing at Chu Yang.

At a glance, the six blades in front of him flickered with light, Chu Yang's face couldn't help but be gloomy, and the Xuan Qi in his body slowly worked. When the atmosphere in the inn was full of solemnity, suddenly a magnetic voice slowly sounded.

"He Biao, the owner of Chu Shaozhuang is my friend, collect the sword!"

Outside the inn, a young man dressed in white and with purple hair led a group of powerful Qingxuanmen patrol disciples into the inn with great strides.

When Chu Yang heard this, he looked up with curiosity, when he saw the appearance of the person who came, his dark eyes rolled, and his face became a little strange, this person is also his old acquaintance, the person who came is none other than Bai Yu, a purple-haired young man who followed Mo Zhiqing and Mo Feng in Xiqi Mountain! It's just that Chu Yang was a little surprised that he didn't expect to meet him before he arrived at Qingxuanmen, and what he didn't expect was that this Bai Yu would actually stand up for him. (To be continued.) )