After Zhao Changqing finished speaking, he moved to the Fengyaji stone tablet first, and Liang Jing followed, but he was not too far away from Li Zijin and the others.

Liang Jing asked in his heart, "Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Changqing shook the folding fan lightly, remained silent, and replied in his heart: "Brother Liang can watch the fire from the other side later, and Zhao will handle it himself, and Brother Liang will definitely not be involved." ”

Liang Jing no longer replied with his heart, but blurted out: "Brother Zhao is too underestimated by Liang someone." ”

When did he Liang Jing become greedy for life and afraid of death?

Without waiting for the other three to ask, Li Zijin whispered, "Uncle Song." ”

Song Jingshan understood, and after a while, he nodded at Li Zijin.

Lu Zhixing frowned and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Li Huairen was also confused.

Li Zijin said softly: "Someone followed us all the way. ”

Song Jingshan added: "The comer is not good. ”

Seeing that Li Huairen was going to look back, Li Zijin was just about to remind him not to look back, but he never thought that Liang Gongzi would turn around, beckon to Li Huairen, and said: "Little master, come and take a look, this poem is good." ”

Zhao Changqing was slightly surprised, Liang Jing could have stayed out of the matter, he wanted to protect the son of the county guard, he was entrusted by the deputy mountain lord Li Haotang, Liang Jing was just a passerby, and he didn't have to be in danger at all.

This shout interrupted Li Huairen's movement of turning his head, and the young master walked towards the stone stele.

Liang Jing was single-minded, and asked Zhao Changqing in his heart: "The academy has been blocked, when will it be?"

At the same time, he also stretched out his hand and pointed to a poem on the stele, and said: "The sun and the moon are like grinding ants, everything is resting, what a good poem, the little master thinks so?"

Six people stood in front of the monument, each with different thoughts.

Li Huairen, who has a big heart, really appreciates poetry.

Song Jingshan and Li Zijin spoke quietly.

Lu Zhixing was a little nervous, because even the girl who was extremely slow to react had already sensed the abnormality around her, which showed that the other party had not even bothered to hide the killing intent.

Zhao Changqing was also single-minded, and replied to Liang Jing in his heart: "Just now." The opposing soldiers were divided into two routes, and only when Li Huairen and the four of them entered the capital did they choose to move, and the time and place were favorable. The trend of the times, Brother Liang, it's still too late to quit now, Zhao will never blame you. ”

At the same time, he opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Zhao likes this sentence even more, 'I have a great knowledge, and I still pity the grass and trees'." ”

Song Jingshan asked cautiously: "Brother Zijin discovered these people and suddenly decided to follow the two academy sons?"

Li Zijin nodded slightly.

Song Jingshan sighed: "We have been careful enough along the way, but I didn't expect it to be ······ I'm afraid that these two sons will also be unable to protect themselves!"

Li Zijin gently shook the small bookcase behind him and said, "We can only gamble, otherwise we will have no chance at all." ”

From the moment the six of them gathered in front of the stone monument, the group of guys dormant in the crowd were already ready to move.

Song Jingshan made a rough estimate, there were more than 20 people, all of them were good players, including many martial artists with the same strength as him, and some qi refiners who even he couldn't see through, and a vicious battle was about to begin.

Compared with Song Jingshan's rough estimate, the realm of Zhao Changqing and Liang Jing is high enough to clearly distinguish the exact number of people and their respective cultivation realms.

Liang Jing asked one last time in his heart: "Eight martial artists of the Three Realms, ten monks of the Six Realms, and three peaks of the Seven Realms?"

Zhao Changqing replied in his heart: "Four Seven Realm Peaks. ”

Zhao Changqing suddenly turned his head, no longer speaking in his heart, but asked Song Jingshan directly: "Can you protect them?"

The shirtless man was stunned at first, and then replied with a resolute look in his eyes: "Unless Song dies." ”

Li Zijin immediately took down the bookcase, jumped back, and pulled Li Huairen and Lu Zhixing together.

The girl was stunned on the spot, and Li Huairen didn't react at all, thinking to herself, where did this kid get so much strength?

Song Jingshan guarded two teenagers and a young girl in front of him, and put on a defensive posture.

A man hiding in the crowd said: "It's already exposed, do it! Li Huairen stays alive, and the rest can be killed!"

As soon as the words fell, twenty-two people suddenly leaped out of the crowd.

Liang Jing stopped talking nonsense after the last question, and a small turquoise cone flew out of his sleeve, Liang Jing took the turquoise cone, and his momentum, which was still extremely weak, changed suddenly.

The breeze is blowing, and in the pavilion in the center of the lake, the white-clothed scholar Liang Jing's sideburns are flying, like a fairy.

He stood still, rolled up his sleeves in one hand, held a pen in the other, and danced the dragon and snake in the air, swaying freely.

Where the small turquoise cone passed, a looming black dragon came to life, and it was actually painted without paper.

A black-robed monk at the head exclaimed, "Kill the scholar first! Don't let him 'put his eyes on it'."

The pavilion in the center of the lake was suddenly disrupted, and the tourists scattered as birds and beasts, pouring out, but unfortunately the number of ferries parked at the ferry was not large, not enough to send everyone away at one time.

Fortunately, the target of these twenty-two uninvited guests was only Li Zijin and the six people, and they did not have the intention of killing others, which also allowed many people to witness what a "fairy fight" was up close.

The battlefield was suddenly split into two.

Eight martial artists from the Three Realms surrounded Song Jingshan and Li Zijin alone.

Ten monks from the Six Realms attacked Liang Jing, a white-clothed scholar.

The four top combat power of the peak of the Seven Realms pressed the rest of the formation, waiting for the opportunity to move, among the four, three men and one woman.

The three men were all carrying long swords, as if they were sword cultivators.

The woman held the lute in her arms, giggling, and her posture was charming, and she had a pair of eyes that could seduce people's hearts.

When the white-clothed scholar Liang Jing tried to put the finishing touch, three sword cultivators at the peak of the Seven Realms shot at the same time.

The three long swords that shone with blue, purple, and white light respectively came out of their sheaths, broke through the air, and instantly came to Liang Jing's body, aiming at the three positions of the eyebrows, the heart, and the hand holding the pen.

The cooperation of the three is seamless, the moves are fatal, and every step is the camp.

In the eyes of the four monks at the peak of the Seven Realms, the most troublesome of the six was this white-clothed scholar holding a small green cone.

followed by Zhao Changqing.

As for the martial artist at the peak of the Three Realms and the three teenagers and girls, they didn't pay attention to it at all, just ants.

Even if he was locked by the three long swords, Liang Jing still didn't change his face and waved calmly!

Zhao Changqing, who was still in front of the Fengyaji Stone Tablet a moment ago, had a slight movement in his heart, and appeared in front of Liang Jing in an instant.

Zhao Changqing, a scholar in Tsing Yi, moved his palm slightly, and the folding fan with "Convince people with reason" suddenly opened, and he waved it hard, his big sleeves fluttered, and he actually repelled the long swords of the three peak sword cultivators of the Seven Realms.

The dragon painted by Liang Jing is almost "real", and it has gradually begun to change from virtual to real, and now only the last step is missing, the finishing touch.

At the same time, the ten cultivators of the Six Realms showed their magical powers, and the Qi Refiners who had studied the way of talismans threw their fixed talismans in an attempt to interrupt Liang Jing's "eye-catching" action.

There are also monks who practice strange and strange ways to lay a "heaven and earth net" around them, intending to catch turtles in the urn, so that the six people will not be able to escape.

There are also two dead soldiers, the exercises they learned are the "shape shifting" technique, at this moment the two have regarded Li Huairen as a thing in their pockets, and they plan to swap positions with Li Huairen and exchange their lives for capture.