Seeing that Wang Lin had already helped, many of the senior brothers and sisters who were originally going to draw their swords to help An Qianxue on the side also put down the anger in their hearts.

All of them turned from anger to joy, raised their eyebrows and whispered, and the atmosphere became cheerful and relaxed for a while, all waiting to see how Wang Lin heroically took action to save his beloved cold and beautiful little nephew.

Senior Brother He, who originally didn't believe those rumors and planned to rescue Senior Sister An on his own, nodded as if he was aware of it, and believed the rumors that had reached his ears before.

Mo Cong in the crowd also stopped quietly retreating, frowning and staring at the dispute at the mountain gate.

Wang Lin didn't hear the movement around him, he only wanted to handle this matter well, and when the time came, he would ask the master and nephew for more imperial wine, gold, silver and jewelry.

So he hooked the anger of the other party with one mind, vented his anger for An Qianxue, and played the image of yin and yang weirdness.

An Qianxue saw it clearly, but she was dedicated to the Tao, and there was no affection for men and women in her heart.

She saw that many of her fellow disciples looked teasing, staring at herself and Uncle Wang Lin talking nonsense, and she didn't have any shy and coquettish thoughts.

It's just that I'm worried that their rumors will affect the relationship between Uncle Xiao and Senior Sister Su Banxia and Uncle Gu Xianyun, two confidants, and I plan to find time to find the two of them to make it clear later, so as not to miss Uncle Shi's Taoist relationship.

It didn't take long for this long-awaited dust to be completely broken by Wang Lin.

Wang Lin is not the kind of humble gentleman like Senior Brother He, a good person who can deceive him, seeing that the other party admires and admires Namu Shengzi incomparably, relying on the abundant resources of Xianyin Pavilion, and looks down on the barrenness of Chunyang Palace, he deliberately mocked these points:

"Namu...... It's called Mu Weiliang, right? Oh, I'm sorry, your master's ranking is too low on the Tianjiao list, and Senior Sister Meng Shuyue, who is not yet in the same class, is ranked high, far outside the top 100, I can't remember it for a while.

"I don't know if this Mu Weiliang will only raise some waste, or if Xianyin Pavilion has been pressed by my disciple Senior Brother Chen Tinghan recently, resulting in no one available, and he actually sent you here to bark wildly?"

If it were replaced by other Pure Yang Palace disciples, they would never be able to say these words, always thinking about taking into account the friendship between the two factions, and it would not be good to talk too hard.

But it's a pity that An Qianxue invited Wang Lin, who took the benefits.

Since the other party acted arrogantly and did not care about the friendship between the two factions this time, it was even more impossible for Wang Lin to save face for them, so he directly turned on the map cannon, and his tone was abusive and sarcastic, and he did the best of yin and yang.

In the middle of a few words, Su Shachen had no reason to speak of, and after looking up to the sky and roaring angrily, he shouted:

"On behalf of the Holy Son Mu Weiliang's life, I came to present the Qingshuang Sword to Senior Sister Meng's Taoist couple, and here I will give another sword technique, please Uncle Wang Lin to take a look!"

He grabbed the Blue Frost Sword floating in the air and pulled it out from the ground.

Everyone's eyes suddenly flashed with blue light.

Before Wang Lin's eyes could see the sword body clearly, he felt a trace of cold air all over his body, faintly invading his body.

His eyes are blue, and his body is covered by frost.

The word Qingshuang is true, and it is a good sword.

It was much better than the magic sword on his body, which was transformed by Elder Lu's hair and later reshaped by Chen Tinghan.

Su Shachen leaned into the sword and shouted violently:

"Please advise!"

Then a sword stabbed, and the blue light shook, making a sneering sound.

In order to resist Senior Brother He's coercion, Su Shachen had already gathered all his qi and blood and condensed into a blood armor and essence armor, and this time he was already going all out, showing his fierceness and speed as a foundation building period cultivator, killing at close range.

Everyone thought that the two of them were just trying one or two, but no one would have thought that the other party would dare to really kill in the Pure Yang Palace.

Although Shu Shachen is only a servant of the Holy Son, the exercises he cultivates are also treasured in the Xianyin Pavilion, and his combat power and qualifications are not far behind those of the first-rate disciples.

Wang Lin has the Pure Yang True Transmission Talisman on his body, and everyone doesn't know what this little uncle is capable of, and they are a little unsure whether to come forward to rescue him at this time, so they press the hilt of the sword again one by one, secretly transporting the sword pill, and the killing opportunity suddenly appears.

Most of the Pure Yang disciples who cultivated above in the foundation building period had a big deal in their hearts at this moment, so they put this dog owl on their heads, and after the blood was splashed for three zhang, they would preemptively sue in front of the master in the door, and ask the Holy Son of the Immortal Yin Pavilion what his intentions were, and send a killer to assassinate their Pure Yang True Inheritance Little Uncle's thoughts.

There are also those who are not cultivated enough, but like to join in the fun, and the irascible Qi cultivation disciples who are looking for fun, quietly pull out the talismans one by one, pinch the Dharma seal in their hands, and silently recite the mantra.

They are ready to take advantage of the crowd and chaos, and also fight a few times to vent their anger, and by the way, help everyone destroy the corpse, destroy the traces, deal with the hands and tails, and create a refreshing situation where there is no proof of death and the law does not blame the public.

Everyone had a lot of thoughts, but Wang Lin only frowned and watched this sword stabbing at him, lest he hurt his magic sword when he fought against it.

The magic sword can automatically assist him in his cultivation when he is drinking, and refine the spiritual energy that enters the body into a good thing of mana.

He couldn't bear to go to Elder Lu and ask for his hair to be plucked in person, so this magic sword would never be lost.

So he picked up the wooden stick in his hand, carried the method of flying on the grass, and took a step backwards in advance, leaving himself a little opportunity to make a move.

Then, between the lightning and flint, he closed his eyes and used the true meaning of "God is in the sword first, endless" in the Taiji Sword.

Wang Lin was confident, and floated backwards, and the wooden stick slowly waved in front of him.

But in the eyes of the people around him, he only felt horror in his heart, and he was all surprised:

"How can such a slow, soft swordsmanship be used against the enemy? If you don't make a move, this little uncle is afraid that he will be pierced through the chest by a sword! ”

Even though they were ready to come to the rescue, no one would have thought that Wang Lin's cultivation at this time was so low and his speed was so slow, and it was not much different from An Qianxue, who only had a trace of aura left in his body.

Wang Lin was not slow to jump backwards before, and he bought himself two breaths of sword time under the Qingshuang Sword.

But his sword swinging speed was extremely slow, and he didn't even finish the sword action in two breaths, and only in the moment before the Qingshuang sword blade came to him, it was worthy of the opponent's sword back.

Everyone couldn't help it when they saw it, and they shot down the hand of the sword in advance.

In the crowd, except for the senior brothers and sisters above the foundation building period, only a few people such as Mo Cong, Gu Xianyun, Su Banxia and Su Qingyue did not change their faces and did not move.

Senior Brother He sighed secretly in his heart, good sword intent.

Then he used his divine sense to transmit the sound and let everyone calm down for a while.

Everyone looked at the sword moves of the two again, and saw that Wang Lin's left hand sword trick was slanted, and the wooden stick was crossed, drawing a semicircle, flat on the spine of the Qingshuang Sword.

With the bend of his wrist, a round force that seemed to be soft and rigid came out, and the hand holding the sword sank, and the sword blade unconsciously leaned down.

The sword body was twisted so slightly, and the sharp blade passed by Wang Lin in a millimeter, rushing straight to the ground, and there was a loud bang.

The people below the foundation building period came back to their senses and praised one after another: "Good swordsmanship!" ”

And the people in the foundation building period have already seen the mystery, knowing that this move does not have the blessing of aura, nor does it rely on the strength of the sword move, but only by virtue of the comprehension of the meaning of the sword, they secretly praised in their hearts: "Good sword intent!" ”