Zhuang Huan has long been on guard, and has been using words to weaken Ling Hu's fighting spirit.

It's a pity that Linghu Yichong was very wary of him, and he didn't care about any of his words at all, and when he heard his fake gentle words, he felt even more disgusted, and he didn't say a word, so he started directly.

Zhuang Huan is jealous of Taihua because Taihua has Yue Buqun, a mere Taihua disciple who is not well-known, even if he has cultivated to the peak of the first grade of qi, he will not put it in his eyes.

He reached this level a few years ago.

For the sake of prudence, Zhuang Huan still threw a punch to interfere with Ling Hu Yichong's sword.

Then his face changed.

The Vajra Fist was straight and fierce, and the huge spiritual power was condensed into a small fist, intercepting in the direction of Ling Hu Yi rushing out of the sword.

The sword light that Ling Hu Yi sprinted out flashed, stabbed at the golden fist, suddenly jumped slightly, and avoided it with extreme dexterity, like a swimming fish, crossed more than two hundred zhang, and stabbed ten zhang in front of Zhuang Huan.

Zhuang Huan's heart jumped, and a palm slowly slapped out, and countless white palms suddenly appeared, fluttering lightly but quickly slapping towards the sword light.

The sword light no longer swam, and stabbed straight down against the palm print, destroying the withering and decaying, piercing the palm condensed by all the spiritual power, as if it was not affected at all, and appeared in front of Zhuang Huan.

Zhuang Huan's heart moved, and a golden bell-shaped light shield appeared in front of him, stopping in front of the sword light.

The sword light was nailed to the golden light mask, paused, and the sword light shone slightly, piercing it like a hot knife cutting butter, making a sharp sound, the golden light splashed everywhere, and the spiritual power flew away.

Zhuang Huan's soul was shocked, his body quickly retreated, and he raised his hand to shoot a string of Buddha beads.

The sword light broke through the golden bell jar, drilled out in the rain of golden light in the sky, and stabbed the Buddha bead head-on.

The Buddha beads emitted a pale yellow halo, circled into a circle of light, covering the sword light.

The sword light suddenly accelerated, and for some reason, it had already passed through the circle of Buddha bead light and stabbed in front of Zhuang Huan.

Zhuang Huan's raised right hand had not been withdrawn, and with a roar, the dragon claw hand was used, and the white jade-like fluorescence flashed, and he grabbed the sword light fiercely.

Linghu Yichong looked at it coldly, and his footsteps did not move.

The sword light broke through Zhuang Huan's palm power and submerged into his palm.

Zhuang Huan's whole body spiritual power was condensed, like a surging river pouring into his palm.

The sword light was sharp and unmatched, unbreakable, full of indomitable momentum, breaking the waves in the golden sea of spiritual power.

The sword light continued to shrink and fade under the surging spiritual power, but it was unyielding and straight forward.

"Poof"

With a soft sound, the sword light broke through Zhuang Huan's palm and pierced out, but it had become a faint piece, and the direction was also slightly deviated by the intercepted spiritual power.

A faint sword light flashed, swept over Zhuang Huan's cheek, and cut off his right ear.

Zhuang Huan's figure was rapidly retreating, the wound in his right ear was automatically healed to stop the bleeding, and his cold eyes glanced at Linghu Yichong, who was standing in place, turned around and jumped, and disappeared into the air.

Linghu Yichong slowly retracted his sword, shook his head slightly, and muttered, "Not fast enough! Not solid enough! Not enough...... Smart. ”

The withered and numb eyes became bright, jumped under his feet, flew into the air, looked left and right, and found that unconsciously, he actually came to the Kaifeng realm.

Linghu Yichong glanced in the direction of Songshan and flew southeast.

An hour later, the sun was in the west, and Linghu Yichong had already come to the open sea north of Chaoyang, and he saw the master walking slowly in the sky of Taihua Mountain (oh, now Huashan) from a distance.

Ling Hu Yichong looked excited and flew over quickly.

Yue Buqun was arranging a spirit gathering array for Xinhua Mountain, sensing that Linghu Yi was flying closer, and when he took a look, he saw that he was sloppy, and frowned and reprimanded: "I'm drunk again, go wash up, what is it like?"

Linghu Yichong saw the palm of the sect frowning and scolding, he was so frightened that he was clever, looked down, and saw that he was bare-chested and exposed, his hair was scattered, and he was covered in mud and dirt, and he didn't know how dirty it was.

I only felt ashamed and indignant, so I plunged down the stream at the foot of the mountain, scrubbed it fiercely, and saw Senior Brother Li Xiao coming over with a stack of clothes, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Linghu, this is the clothes sent by my aunt, they belong to Xiaohua, you and Xiaohua are about the same height, you should be able to wear them." ”

Linghu Yi thanked him, shook off the water droplets on his body, got dressed, and looked up to see that the master was still walking around in the air, constantly looking left and right, pinching his fingers and calculating, and asked, "What is the master doing?"

Li Xiao said: "The master is arranging the Spirit Gathering Array. ”

"Spirit Gathering Array, the same as Taihua?"

Although Linghu Yichong wanted to tell the master what he was talking about, he didn't dare to disturb the master to do the right thing.

"The master said that the effect will be better!"

Li Xiao's tone was full of pride, and his eyes were full of reverence when he looked at the master.

Linghu Yichong's heart moved, remembering the news he had heard before, and asked in a low voice: "Senior Brother Li, are you detached from Taihua?"

Li Xiao said as a matter of course: "Yes! The head of the sect stepped down as the head of Taihua, and we naturally stepped down from the post of Taihua, as for the identity of Taihua's disciples, we haven't said what it is? ”

Linghu Yi snorted, "Listen to the master?"

"Of course!"

Li Xiao looked at Linghu Yichong and said, "You don't listen to the master?"

Linghu Yichong felt Li Xiao's eyes, glanced at the palm in the air again, and affirmed: "I listen to the palm teacher." ”

Li Xiao stretched out his hand and patted Ling Hu Yichong's shoulder and said, "I originally thought that you were as smart as Senior Brother Lin and Senior Brother Yang, and you had a lot of ideas in mind. ”

"I didn't expect you to be a mindless person like me!"

Linghu Yichong was inexplicable, and said: "Senior brother, I am relatively stupid, senior brother is not brainless, now a child in the Taihua realm, but he is still reading the collection of stories compiled by his senior brother, and my senior brother is our great writer in Taihua." ”

Li Xiao snorted, "You are a clumsy sycophant, and you have my style." ”

"A stupid person is a stupid person, whether it is a writer or a six-crown champion, it can't hide the stupid qualifications of you and me. ”

"So, I don't want anything. ”

"I will listen to the master and my aunt. ”

"The head teacher and my aunt are both people with great wisdom, absolutely yes!"

Linghu Yichong looked up at the master in mid-air, concentrating on calculations, and had no time to pay attention to the two of them.

Li Xiao took Linghu Yi to the mountain and said, "I think you just think too much, and you are stupid, and you can't think of a reason, so you think of yourself stupidly!"

"Isn't it?"

"You didn't drink at all!"

"Isn't that right?"

Linghu Yichong nodded vigorously, "I don't know why, I just feel very uncomfortable, and I feel more and more strange in Taihua!"

"Humph!"

Li Xiao shook his head and said, "I have long felt this way, but I can't control it, I'll just live alone, accompany my aunt, accompany Xiaohua and Ling'er, it's enough." ”

Linghu Yichong looked at the palm in the air again, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Does the master know?"

Li smiled and glanced at Linghu Yichong, looking at the caring eyes of mentally handicapped children.

"This is all taught by the master, how can you not know?"

When Linghu Yichong heard this, he was a little anxious, "Senior brother, don't talk nonsense!"

Li Xiao snorted twice, and said with some distress: "I asked my aunt, but my aunt didn't say anything, and then I was anxious and made trouble with my aunt." ”

"Deen pulled me away and told me. ”

"What did you say?"

Ling Hu Yichong perked up and asked eagerly.

They are stupid, but Zhang Yien is not stupid, he used to be the supervisor of the Taiqing Palace, he used to be one of the most powerful people in the Taihua Sect, and his wisdom and means are recognized as clever.

"What Taihua's disciples think and think is deliberately taught by the master. ”

"Zhangjiao exposes the whole world in the eyes of Taihua's disciples, that is, to cultivate disciples with different thoughts, if everyone is around Zhangjiao, only promises, what is the difference between that and the martial arts sect in the past?"

"Isn't the painstaking work of the head of the sect in vain?"

Linghu Yichong listened to every word in his ears and remembered it in his heart, but when he connected it in series, he didn't know what Li Xiao was talking about, so don't look at him suspiciously.

Li Xiao sighed, his eyes full of sympathetic love.

"They are all qualified disciples taught by the master, and they have become teachers!"

"We are the ...... who are not successful"

"Kids who can't raise ......"

Ling Hu Yi rushed a mouthful of hot blood and almost squirted out: "......"