After a while, the bold shopkeeper brought the food to the small pavilion with white clothes and snow and Shen Lingshan, his eyes were full of fear, thinking that the two of them were friends with the villain, and maybe they were as fierce as the villain, how could they dare to stop in the slightest, put down the food, and then turned around and went downstairs. Bai and Shen didn't care, the two of them were already hungry in their stomachs, and Yuxian Lou really lived up to its reputation, a few home-cooked dishes looked ordinary, but they were all appetizing and refreshing, and the two of them ate very sweetly.

The white-clothed snow swept the clouds, filled his stomach first, and smiled at Shen Lingshan: "Miss Shen use it slowly." He got up alone, walked to the window, looked down, and saw dozens of people standing in the open space downstairs, holding knives and guns, pointing and pointing, it was the people of the seven sects and eight factions in western Sichuan. He was slightly surprised: "These people have already tasted Yan Yunzong's strength before, and they have been frustrated, why did they come to the door again and ask for their own trouble?"

Bai Yixue groaned slightly, thinking: "Could it be that there are still strong reinforcements coming from western Sichuan?" but listened to Yan Yunzong in the small pavilion next door, and he didn't seem to care about the situation downstairs. Bai Yixue smiled dumbly, and said in her heart: "This person is bold and careful, he is a powerful character, and he must have already had a strategy to retreat from the enemy." He's not in a hurry, what the hell am I going to do?"

Suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs, and two people came from a distance, and whispered: "Coming! Coming!" The voice was not loud, but it made the crowd in western Sichuan who were looking at the cranes downstairs excited, and the anxiety on everyone's faces was greatly reduced, and some people couldn't help but cheer. Bai Yixue was very curious, and followed everyone's gaze, only to see a young man in a green shirt, with a long sword hanging from his waist, his hands behind his back, and a lonely and arrogant face, floating along the streets and alleys.

Everyone in western Sichuan immediately gathered around and saluted the young man in green shirts. The young man in the green shirt was angry between his eyebrows, and when he saw everyone saluting and greeting, he just bowed his head slightly, and he didn't return the salute. Bai Yixue vaguely heard everyone in western Sichuan say, "Lu Shaoxia......" "That guy...... presiding over justice......" "Lu Lao's head ...... 'fish and dragon sword' ......", which is quite far away, and his speech sounds intermittent, but he is not very clear for a while.

Bai Yixue muttered: "Fish Dragon Sword, Fish Dragon Sword?" Shen Lingshan finished eating at this time, seeing him pondering, he stood up, walked to his side, and laughed softly: "Fish Dragon Sword? That's the big sect of Sichuan and Shaanxi, haven't you heard of the 'Sword Pavilion Sect'?"

Bai Yixue was reminded by her, and suddenly remembered that this "Sword Pavilion Faction" is a famous faction in Sichuan and Shaanxi, and its reputation is second only to the century-old Tang Sect and the Qingcheng faction. The current head is called Lu Gushan, who is the thirteenth generation of the "Sword Pavilion School", with exquisite swordsmanship, and a "fish and dragon sword" is famous in the southwest. However, Lu Gushan should be fifty years old, and the young man in the green shirt is only about twenty years old, and he should be his son, nephew or disciple.

Bai Yixue smiled bitterly: "Isn't it? This excitement is getting bigger and bigger, Yan Yunzong is still eating and drinking here with peace of mind, I am afraid that this 'Immortal Building' will become a 'Distress Building'." Listening carefully, there was a slight snoring sound in the small pavilion next door at this moment, and Yan Yun was full of wine and food, and actually fell asleep on the table.

Bai Yixue secretly thought that the young man in the green shirt had an extraordinary bearing, and the seven sects and eight factions in western Sichuan valued him so much, and he was expected to be the best figure among the younger generation of disciples of the "Sword Pavilion School", and he had outstanding skills. Yan Yun is arrogant and uninhibited, acting in his own way, and has a little appreciation in his heart, but now that he is in danger, he doesn't know it, and he can't help but secretly sweat for Yan Yun.

When he was thinking about it, he squinted and caught a glimpse of Bao Hong, Nangong Shang and others downstairs pointing to the small pavilion where Yan Yunzong was drinking on the second floor, and said something to the young man in green shirts, looking quite excited. The young man in the green shirt had a calm face and did not speak, only occasionally nodded slightly. After a while, Bao Hong and the others bowed to the young man in green shirts, and the young man in green shirts looked around at the people in western Sichuan, pressed the long sword on his waist, and walked straight to the lobby of Yuxian Tower.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs gradually rose, and the young man in the green shirt walked up the stairs slowly, "knock", "knock", "knock", "knock", the sound of boots, every step of the young man in the green shirt, Shen Lingshan only felt that he was stepping on his heart, and his heart almost wanted to jump out of his chest.

The footsteps finally stopped at the door of Yan Yunzong's small pavilion, and the young man in green shirt stood still and did not move, as if he was listening to the movement inside, and Yan Yunzong in the house was still snoring.

Shen Lingshan looked at Baiyi Xue with a pair of clear and bright eyes, and his eyes were full of anxiety. Bai Yixue listened attentively, although Yan Yunzong was snoring, his breathing was extremely even, obviously he had been pretending to sleep, waiting for the enemy calmly, he couldn't help but smile at Shen Lingshan, stretched out his right index finger, and gently put it between his lips.

After a moment of silence, it seemed that a long time had passed, and suddenly the young man in the green shirt said coldly: "Hey, okay, are you going to come out obediently and be arrested, or will I go in and invite you out?" Yan Yun in the small pavilion snored even more, just pretending to sleep and ignoring it.

The young man in the green shirt frowned slightly, and snorted coldly, the long sword of "Cang Chang Chang" was unsheathed, and he pulled a sword flower to protect the vital point in front of him. It turned out that Yan Yun was thoughtful, and when he was pretending to sleep, he had already quietly pulled out the crimson blade, held it in his hand, and waited for the enemy. The young man in the green shirt opened the curtain with his sword and rushed inside, and he immediately swung his knife and rushed up. The two didn't say a word, and before they had time to face each other, they exchanged hands.

The swords intersected, Shen Lingshan silently counted in his heart, and couldn't help but be shocked, the two of them fought fast, slashed and stabbed with swords, and in an instant, twenty-eight moves had passed! Shen Lingshan had seen Yan Yunzong's fast knife on the mountain in the morning, and he had forced Chishui Daoren, Peng Dong Lord, Han Zhai Master and other good hands to hurry, it was really as fast as lightning, fast as thunder, and at this moment, when the strong hand and life and death were in danger, Yan Yunzong was almost fighting with his life, and the speed of the knife was much faster than at that time. Rao is his sword is like the wind, the young man in the green shirt is like a dragon, seeing the move, waiting for the opportunity to counterattack, but he did not fall behind at all. Bai Yixue couldn't help but secretly wonder in her heart, thinking that this young man was young, and he had such attainments in swordsmanship, which was really rare.

Just after the two of them were thinking for a while, the two of them raised their swords in the small pavilion next door, fighting selflessly, and the sound of the metal clanging of the blades was endless, and they had fought to more than 80 rounds in an instant! Shen Lingshan listened to it in his ears, and was shocked in his heart, the two fought with all their might, sparing no effort, and in this way, I was afraid that the fierce fight would not last long, and one of them would be the first to get rid of it and die, and the other person would inevitably suffer extremely serious internal injuries.

The sound of the clanging and dense swords suddenly changed, like a shower suddenly turning sparse, the wind suddenly changed, the two of them no longer fought fast, the knife line was sluggish, the sword went heavy, and the moves of both sides became extremely dignified, but they were competing for internal strength. This competition is not dangerous, the feet of the two are on the floor, every step seems to have a thousand strength, stepping on the floor squeak, to step on the floor one by one footprints.

Bai Yixue looked down, and the seven sects and eight factions of Western Sichuan downstairs looked up, and everyone looked focused. When the swords were raised and the sound was loud in the small pavilion of Yan Yunzong, everyone in western Sichuan could hear that the young man in green shirt was not left behind at all, but he was also relaxed. At this time, the two turned to compete for internal strength, there was no sound, everyone was difficult to know the situation in the cabinet for a while, it was difficult to distinguish between winning and losing, some people couldn't help but be anxious, but no one dared to move upstairs to spy on it, presumably the young man in green shirt was extremely conceited, and he explained to everyone earlier, and they were not allowed to go upstairs to sweep the formation, and help each other from the side.

Bai Yixue understands that at this time, the small pavilion seems to be calm, but in fact, the undercurrent is turbulent, the two of them hold their breath, and see the real chapter in the internal force, there is no room for reflexes and dodges, and if they are not careful, it is a situation of life and death, which is much more dangerous than the previous sword fight. Suddenly, I heard two sounds of "pop" and "pop" in the small pavilion, and there was already a palm force in the body, and then with a "bang", the body fell heavily on the floor. Bai Yixue felt a pang in her heart: "It seems that the victory and defeat have been divided, but I don't know who loses and who wins." After a while, someone in the small pavilion gasped for breath, followed by another person who came out of the small pavilion and walked slowly downstairs, his steps heavy along the way, as if he was exhausted.

The man went downstairs, and Bai Yixue's heart sank: "If Yan Yunzong wins, he knows that everyone from the seven sects and eight factions in western Sichuan is waiting downstairs, eyeing him, how can he throw himself into the net?" The young man in the green shirt described himself as extremely tired, very different from his previous handsome appearance, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Shen Lingshan said in a low voice: "What should we do?"

Bai Yixue understood the meaning of her words, and said with a wry smile: "The rivers and lakes are strife, entangled, slashed, killed, slashed, killed, won or lost, life and death, and it was very common. The rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes, we have important things to do, and we don't have to wade into this troubled water. He met Yan Yunzong in Pingshui, although he admired Yan Yunzong's arrogance and uninhibition in his heart, but he also disagreed with his strong and courageous and ruthless actions, and he also had many intersections between the seven sects and eight factions in western Sichuan and the Tang Sect, so he was unwilling to expose his identity and whereabouts, so as not to cause many things to happen for no reason.

In the blink of an eye, several people rushed upstairs, tied Yan Yun with their hands and feet, tied them with their backhands, and carried them downstairs. Bai Yixue saw that he was fighting, his face was gray, but his face was full of arrogance, his eyes were closed, and he only turned a deaf ear to the ridicule and insult of the people in western Sichuan beside him.

Leaving Tateba Town, taking the road and then going west, there are a lot of people in the rivers and lakes along the way, and after a little attention, these people have received an invitation from the Tang Gate and rushed to Tangjiabao. Bai Yixue listened attentively to their conversation, and as a result, many people were talking about Yan Yunzong's arrest, and she also learned that the young man in the green shirt was surnamed Lu, named Shijia, and was the only son of Lu Gushan, the head of the "Sword Pavilion Faction". After he captured Yan Yunzong, he was taking Yan Yunzong to Tangjiabao at this moment, to seek justice for the fifteen sects in western Sichuan in front of many fellow martial artists. Yan Yunzhong's life was safe for the time being, Bai Yixue felt a little relieved in her heart, and wanted Lu Shijia's father and son to be friendly with Tang Cry and others, and this time she was also invited by Tang Cry to cheer, I don't know how many masters were invited to gather in Tangjiabao, and the depression accumulated in her chest, and she couldn't help but feel melancholy.

At the time of the tipping, the inn was full of Jianghu guests who rushed to Tangjiabao from all over the world, and Bai Yixue and Shen Lingshan were mixed in it, but no one paid attention to it. Bai Yixue listened carefully to everyone's discussion, in addition to the martial arts competition of the Tang Sect, Lu Shijia captured Yan Yunzhong, and also talked about them after tea and dinner. It turned out that the "Fish Dragon Sword" Lu Gushan had been tired in recent years due to his advanced age, and the large and small affairs in the "Sword Pavilion Faction" were handed over to his son a few years ago, and he was happy to take care of his life. Lu Shijia is full of energy, and his martial arts are also the true inheritance of his father, and he has long been famous in Sichuan and Shaanxi.

The Sword Pavilion faction and the Tang Sect Tantric Sect have always been good friends, and Lu Gushan, Lu Shijia and his son went to Tangjiabao this time, not only to be invited by Tang Cry to help the fist, but also to have a happy event to do. Lu Shijia prepared a generous gift for this and set off first. On the way, he met the defeated Chinese of the seven sects and eight factions in western Sichuan, first, he was young and vigorous, and secondly, he wanted to become famous, and he couldn't withstand the instigation and praise of everyone in western Sichuan, so he immediately agreed to fight with Yan Yunzong.

However, Lu Shijia was rash for a while, but in fact, his reputation was almost ruined. Yan Yunzong had a series of vicious battles with the Lord of Han Zhai, the Lord of Peng Dong, Wen Zhenmeng and others, and consumed a lot of strength. If it weren't for Yan Yun's lack of strength, the two of them would have fought this time, and it was still unknown who would win or lose, and it would be inevitable that both would lose.

However, since ancient times, Lu Shijia captured the rampant "rouge knife" Yan Yunzong in one fell swoop, and after the colorful interpretation of the seven sects and eight factions in western Sichuan, the reputation of the young man spread far and wide. All Lu Shijia hears every day is the flattery of everyone, and he becomes more and more high-spirited and contented.

After Yan Yunzong was captured, the seven sects and eight factions in western Sichuan hated him to the bone, and he had already sharpened his knives, intending to kill him quickly. Yan Yun's bones are quite hard, under all kinds of torture and humiliation, he refused to say even half a soft word, Lu Shijia was unruly towards him, but he had a little sympathy, and he wanted to show off in front of his fellow martial artists in Sichuan and Shaanxi, but he refused to hand Yan Yunzong into the hands of everyone in western Sichuan for a while, and only said that he would take him to Tangjiabao and make a judgment in front of the heroes. The people in western Sichuan did not dare to disobey their intentions, so they had to give up.