"Angry Sword Immortal, Yan Zhantian!" Wang Tie said with a frightened expression, he hurriedly pulled out the long knife on his waist and protected it in front of Wang Xiaoxiao. He really couldn't understand why the Angry Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian was in Snow Moon City, and why he did something to them. But there is only one thing he has to do in front of him, and that is to protect Wang Xiaoxiao.

"This is Snow Moon City, do you really dare to kill people in the street?" Wang Tiehan said.

The movement just now was relatively large, and there were many onlookers around the carriage, some of them accusing Yan Zhantian, and some of them accusing Wang Tie. Anyway, neither of them is from Snow Moon City, and these citygoers naturally won't know their identities, so they just watch the excitement.

"Stinky Daddy, see how I fight him off." Wang Xiaoxiao held the small wooden sword, and the soles of his feet slammed into the force, stabbing straight towards Yan Zhantian.

"Tiny!" Wang Tie wanted to hold her, but it was too late, and Wang's small figure had already left the carriage.

"No..." Wang Tie said hoarsely, "If you dare to touch my daughter, the Lord of the Four Cities will not let you go." As he spoke, he also quickly pulled out his long knife, mobilized the internal force of his whole body, and slashed at Yan Zhantian.

"I don't know what I can do." Yan Zhantian snorted coldly.

His figure was still standing in place, but the figures of Wang Xiaoxiao and Wang Tie's father and daughter flew upside down.

Yan Zhantian controlled his strength, and only used a slight force to bounce Wang Xiaoxiao away, of course, she was not injured. She quickly stabilized her body in the air, and her landing posture was quite gentle.

However, Wang Tieke was not so lucky, he was hit by Yan Zhantian's almost thirty percent force, and the six organs in his body were almost shattered the moment they were bounced open by the true qi.

With a "bang", Wang Tie's figure slammed into the ground.

"Poof", a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth. Wang Tie hit the ground with his knife and struggled to get up.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaoxiao's face was a little angry: "You, you actually hurt your father."

As soon as the words fell, a faint white light flashed on the small wooden sword in her hand, and the autumn wind on the street approached her at the same time.

"This girl is terrible." Among the onlookers, an older man looked at this scene and said with a surprised expression.

It's just that in an inconspicuous attic nearby, a gorgeously dressed young man stretched out his hand out of the window, and smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth: "He has mastered the rudiments of sword intent at such a young age, and it is not an exaggeration to be able to be taken by him. I'm afraid if Master had known in advance, I would have had one more junior sister."

Wang Xiaoxiao's mind recalled the trick that Yang Ming taught her in the Jinwang Mansion in Sunset City that day.

"Without the blessing of true qi, we can do this with our internal strength alone. Little girl, you are indeed amazing." Yan Zhantian rarely praised someone once.

"Hmph." Wang Xiaoxiao didn't seem to appreciate it, she said angrily, "It's all your fault, you hurt Daddy."

"Tiny, no!" As soon as Wang Tie took a step, the soles of his feet were weak, and he fell to the ground; At this moment, he couldn't care about so much, and crawled on the ground with his hands, wanting to stop Wang Xiaoxiao.

With the blessing of the autumn wind, Wang Xiaoxiao's speed has increased a lot, and no matter how Wang Tie climbs, he can't catch up.

Wang Xiaoxiao stabbed out with a sword, and a burst of wind broke around him.

Seeing this scene, no one in the surrounding city dared to underestimate this eight-year-old girl; Just ask the people in the world, how many people can do this at the age of eight, and even if there are, they are only a rare existence. These people are all legends on the rivers and lakes.

"It's as if I see a peerless powerhouse, about to be born." In the attic, the young man was twisting the Buddha beads in his hand, but there was a trace of bitterness on his face.

The gap between Wang Xiaoxiao and Yan Zhantian is not an exaggeration to describe it from heaven to earth.

Wang Xiaoxiao's sword was certainly very imposing and looked quite bluffing, but Yan Zhantian just stretched out two fingers lightly and caught it firmly.

"This..." Wang Xiaoxiao was startled, she wanted to pull the wooden sword out of Yan Zhantian's fingers, she tried her best, but she still couldn't move the wooden sword at all.

The young man shook his head, "A genius is always just a genius until he grows up, and he can't

On a par with the strong."

"That's it." The young man slowly leaned out of the window and shouted into the street, "It's okay, I've seen it!"

Yan Zhantian lowered his head slightly, slowly put Wang Xiaoxiao on the ground, and then turned around and left.

"Hey, who the hell are you?" Wang Xiaoxiao saw that Yan Zhantian suddenly withdrew his hand, and curiously asked about the identity of the other party.

Yan Zhantian didn't say much, but patted the giant sword behind him.

"What a weirdo." Wang Xiao muttered, and then turned to look at the young man in the attic.

hugged his fist at him: "Thank you, Your Excellency, I am very grateful."

"Poof." The onlookers couldn't help but laugh, and a discerning person could tell at a glance that the young man and the burly man were in the same group. And Wang Xiaoxiao is thanking his enemies, how can such a move not make people laugh.

Wang Tie, who had just stood up, almost fell down when he heard this.

The young man in the attic looked a little "overwhelmed" when he heard this, straightened his clothes, and said with a smile: "The girl is very skilled, she has such strength at a young age, and I admire it. In words and deeds, there is already a demeanor of everyone, and I am optimistic about you."

The young man's words were not sarcasm, but admiration from the heart.

"Thank you." Wang Xiaoxiao hugged him again, and then he hurriedly ran over to help Wang Tie up.

"Daddy, are you alright?" Wang Xiaoxiao said worriedly.

At this time, the coachman, who had been hiding aside, hurriedly ran over to help Wang Tie.

"Master, are you alright?"

"You..." Seeing that the parking space only appeared at this time, Wang Tie suddenly became angry, even though he was injured, he still raised his foot and kicked down at the coachman.

"You bastard, why didn't I see you come out when I was beaten just now; Now it's good, people are gone, and you run out to be courteous."

The coachman was frightened, hurriedly got up, and knelt in front of Wang Tie: "Master, I am old and young, and I have an eighty-year-old mother at home, I can't die." If I die—"

"Alright, stop."

Wang Tie returned to the carriage with Wang Xiaoxiao's support, and the coachman also drove the car very consciously.

"Daddy, who was that person just now, I feel like he's so strong."

After thinking about it, Wang Xiaoxiao said again, "But it's not as strong as my master."

"Uh..." Wang Tie lay in the carriage and whispered, "That person just now is the Angry Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian, one of the six great sword immortals in the world."

"Yes." Wang Xiaoxiao nodded thoughtfully, then she waved the wooden sword in her hand and said loudly, "I will also become a sword immortal in the future, stronger than him. So I can avenge my father."

"You kid." Hearing this, Wang Tie's heart was warm.

"It seems that getting beaten is not a bad thing!" Wang Tiexin said.