The entrance of the pavilion where Murong Zhan temporarily lived.

Yan Nanxing's expression was grim, standing with a spear in his hand, his long and dense black hair was scattered, and the broken hair on his sideburns moved with the wind.

The bridge of his nose is very straight, because it looks very deep and three-dimensional, and his deep eyes faintly reveal the light blue of the blue sea under the illumination of the sun, handsome like the sun god in the sky.

Murong Zhan was standing less than six feet away from Yan Nanxing, and the thirteen fourth-level monks who were in charge of guarding him were in a state of high tension and alert, guarding in front of Murong Zhan, and a big battle could break out at any time.

Murong Zhan was calm, his arms were crossed, his eyes narrowed into a slit when he spoke, and his gray beard trembled slightly: "Where did the yellow-mouthed child come from, who wanted to challenge the old man alone? I'm afraid you'll have to see if the thirteen guards disagree."

Yan Nanxing's frowning brows have not been stretched, his thin lips are lightly opened, and his tone is sonorous and powerful: "Huangkou Xiaoer? In terms of age, I'm only one year younger than you, Murong Zhan, you can't even recognize me, it seems that the kind of board you received back then is all right."

Hearing Yan Nanxing expose his shameful past, Murong Zhan's face turned the color of a pig's liver: "Oh, who should I be, it turned out to be the famous General Yan, the old man was clumsy for a while, and he didn't recognize you for a while."

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you don't look old at all, after so many years, obviously you should also be my old dragon clock, I heard that the mermaid clan is aging slowly, it seems that it is not a misinformation."

It was obviously a reminiscence, but when it came out of Murong Zhan's mouth, there was an indescribable yin and yang weirdness.

It turned out that Murong Zhan and Yan Nanxing used to know each other, and when the Wind Clan and the Moon Clan were fighting for territory, the war was about to spread to the South China Sea.

Yan Nanxing was ordered to support the Wind Clan, and temporarily formed the same camp with the people of the Wind Clan, with Yan Nanxing as the chief general and Murong Zhan as the deputy general.

At that time, there was a Thousand Butterfly Ridge a few hundred kilometers above the right side of the South China Sea on the map, which was originally the territory of the Wind Clan, but was later lost and occupied by the Moon Clan.

After the Moon Clan occupied this place, they not only renamed the Thousand Butterfly Ridge to Yuejian Ridge, but also moved some of their people to Yuejian Ridge to live and take root, in an attempt to completely turn Yuejian Ridge into the territory of the Moon Clan.

Yan Nanxing led the army to take the Yuejian Ridge and won the first victory with lightning speed, the people of the Yue Clan lost their armor and fled in a hurry, and the old and weak women and children living in the Yuejian Ridge did not have time to escape.

Ordinary old and weak women and children had no resistance, so Yan Nanxing ordered the people below to drive them away, and did not embarrass them.

However, Murong Zhan ignored Yan Nanxing's order, bullied a beautiful moon girl, and wanted to forcibly take her for himself.

After Yan Nanxing found out, he didn't say a word, and severely punished Murong Zhan with a hundred military sticks in front of many soldiers.

At that time, Murong Zhan thought that Yan Nanxing was just bluffing, and he didn't dare to really punish him, so he craned his neck and said loudly: "Yan Nanxing, what qualifications do you have to punish me, I am the deputy patriarch of the Wind Clan, although the Wind Clan is not as good as the Flower Clan and the Snow Clan, it is still much stronger than your little South China Sea."

At that time, Yan Nanxing heard his words and was completely unimpressed, and his tall posture was like Qingzhu Ning in Cangshan: "Violating military discipline in my military camp, even if you are the king of heaven, you will be beaten and dragged down!"

Thinking of these pictures, Murong Zhan's tone became lower, and his gaze was obviously ill-intentioned: "Of course the old man remembers you, especially the board he received back then, which makes the old man remember it vividly."

"If I'm not mistaken, the reason why you were beaten at the beginning was to ignore military discipline and bully women from good families, as the saying goes, the country is easy to change and the nature is difficult to change, and this is not wrong at all when applied to you."

"Huh." Murong Zhan stroked his beard with his hand, "Yan Nanxing, I heard that not long after the Battle of Fengyue, you capsized in the gutter and planted in the hands of a woman of the Flower Clan, you have been bullied by her all these years, and you also gave birth to a daughter, which is Hua Luo, the prince of the Apocalypse Kingdom, is it just for her that you are looking for the old man."

"Murong Zhan, it seems that the board I rewarded you with back then was too light, I knew that your dead nature would not change to such a point, I really regret that I didn't directly abolish you!"

"The old man has never denied what he has done, yes, the old man has bullied your daughter, but what are you going to do to the old man?"

Subsequently, Murong Zhan was disdainful

Yan Nanxing took a large number of looks: "Now the old man is a dignified sixth-level monk, just by virtue of his cultivation, plus the thirteen guards of the old man, what do you think you can do with the old man?"

"Besides, if the old man has something in the territory of the Apocalypse Country, provoking the conflict between the Flower Clan and the Wind Clan, can you afford the responsibility?"

Murong Zhan took the stakes very seriously, he used this to hold Hua Luo, who hated him to the bone, hostage, and now he wanted to use the same trick to make Yan Nanxing jealous, and he dared not speak out.

Murong Zhan has had countless girls, and there are countless beautiful wives and concubines he has raised, but he does not have a son and a half daughter under his knees, so he far underestimates the anger of a father.

Yan Nanxing's clenched fist clicked, and the green tendons were about to burst out, he raised the spear in his hand, and pressed it down, and the long blade of the spear sank into the ground for three points.

"Murong Zhan, I only say it once, please stop all improper behaviors in the Hua Clan immediately, and apologize to my daughter, unless I die, you don't want to touch her from now on."

"Apologize? Hahaha......" Murong Zhan laughed so much that the fat on his body was trembling, and the laugh lines on his facial muscles were unobstructed, as if he had heard a big joke.

"It's a pity, the old man doesn't have the word apology in his dictionary, and besides, do you think it's still the same scene back then, and the old man is subordinate to you?"

"Yan Nanxing, with your current appearance, what qualifications do you have to order the old man, do you know, your daughter was only thirteen years old when she was sent to the old man to enjoy by Hehuan, and thirteen is the old man's favorite number."

"Especially a thirteen-year-old girl, peach and plum years, with buds waiting to be released, the skin is so tender that you can pinch out the water, tsk, that feel, like a fine satin, smooth and delicate

"Actually, the old man doesn't want to take the risk of bullying the prince of a country, but there is a sentence that doesn't call the peony flower to die and be a ghost, no way, who makes the old man not rare, there is such a good, who makes your daughter so beautiful, so tender, so slippery......

"Death!!"

Yan Nanxing's angry voice interrupted Murong Zhan's increasingly unbearable words, and he pinched his hands on the spot, and in an instant, the surrounding airflow was disordered, the wind was fierce, and the heavens and the earth suddenly changed color.

The spiritual power in Yan Nanxing's hands became a ball, and the more they gathered, the stronger they became.

Murong Zhan and his thirteen fourth-level monks were disheveled by the violent wind, and they only heard a bang.

With the sound of crackling around him, the big trees were uprooted, and the thirteen fourth-level cultivators who were blocking Murong Zhan were shaken by a completely irresistible force and scattered like broken flying cloth.

Murong Zhan instantly became the commander of the light pole, almost unbelievable: "Yan Nanxing, you ......!"