"Let it go...... Who are you...... How dare you touch me?" When did the young pavilion master who knelt on the ground suffer such a great humiliation, he was ashamed and angry, and he gritted his teeth with hatred: "Do you know who my father is......!

"That's not the answer I'm looking for. Xiao Yan's cold eyes were emotionless, and when he raised his leg was a kick, the young pavilion master screamed, and rolled out on the ground like a tumbleweed, only to hear a "bang", he had already overturned the coffee table, passed through the crowd, and smashed an old mahogany table by the wall, and the whole person was also on all fours, and half of his face was blurred with flesh and blood.

"Uh......"

The young pavilion master swallowed his saliva, his head was already shrugged, his eyes were blank, and he was half fainted.

"Young master!" The gang of the Vientiane Pavilion could still sit still, and immediately rushed towards Xiao Yan, who was standing majestically, and the sound of the sword coming out of the sheath was endless, like a chime ringing.

"Leave this person alone, let's get on quickly!"

The three black-robed guards glanced at each other, and their figures flashed, and they flew straight over Qi Zehui's head, taking advantage of the chaos to pounce.

"Damn!" Qi Zehui was taken aback and reacted at the same time, and immediately turned forward, stretched out his arms like a peng spreading his wings, grabbed the trouser legs of the two in mid-air, and took the opportunity to fly up with a kick, hitting the root of the thigh of the third person, and then "ouch", the first to land on all fours.

In one breath, Chu Liuxiang was helpless in his rebirth, so he only heard a few angry scoldings, and the three black-robed people had to fly down, and after rolling on the ground, they immediately turned around and glared at Qi Zehui.

Qi Zehui, who felt an inexplicable coercion, also trembled, even if his internal strength was not as deep as Xiao Yan's, he was vaguely aware that he was not necessarily the opponent of these three people. Scratching his head at the moment, he smiled and said:

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Look for death!" The three black-robed men roared at the moment, and their fists were like thunderbolts, and they all hit Qi Zehui with a brush.

"It's really terrible!Banzha, I can't control your side now!" Qi Zehui gritted his teeth and shouted, and immediately two laps of sweeping legs greeted him, rolling up the dust on the floor tiles.

On the other side, Xiao Yan also moved, only to hear him shout, the King Kong seat in his hand turned around beautifully on his side, only to hear the sound of "pop", while stabilizing the posture, he also pointed to the ground on his toes, and his body shot away, like a meteor straight towards the crowd.

"Beware of this person's weapon!" Monk Yu Zhi, who came back to his senses, was about to arrive, and he wanted to subdue Xiao Yan as soon as possible, but his fat body tried left and right several times, but under the urgency of the situation, the body and footsteps of this group of followers were chaotic, like a crowded wall, which not only surrounded Xiao Yan, but also blocked external support. In desperation, he had to yell out, hoping that these minions would not suffer the same losses as the previous three.

As soon as the words fell, I heard a few sounds of "ping pong", and a few people's blades slashed directly on the bench surface of the King Kong seat, with the divine soldiers in hand, coupled with Xiao Yan's surging internal force infusion, even if these ordinary blades went all out, they were just eggs hitting stones, breaking into two pieces one after another, and fragments flew in all directions.

I only heard a muffled snort, and before a close unlucky guy could show his skills, he was pierced through the throat by a broken blade, and immediately covered his throat, his eyes widened, and he fell to his knees and died.

And Xu Kunshan on the side also suddenly stretched out his hand and stabbed at the air in front of him, and when the afterimage dissipated, it turned out to be a flying blade, which was intercepted by him out of thin air. He stared at the neatly fractured surface of the broken blade in his hand, his face full of thought.

And Xiao Yan in the crowd, at this time also launched an offensive, between the left and right movements, the Vajra seat in his hand is also even eliminated with fighting, even with elimination, clumsy and heavy Vajra Seat in the thirty-six style of mediocre bench boxing blessing, played a negative and positive role, not only the eight directions outside the body are blocked, the fierce offensive is to make the people in Vientiane Pavilion complain.

The force of hundreds of catties roared by, rubbing it down, it hurt, and it broke when it was stained, if it was straight and straight, it would be a lot of pain to the bone. After a series of fights, there were not many Vientiane Pavilion attendants standing on the field, holding the blades trembling and retreating again and again, looking at the dozen or so companions lying on the ground and moaning again and again, their heads were full of cold sweat, and they no longer had the will to fight......

But Xiao Yan, who was fighting happily, how could he let them go so easily?

"Now that they're all up, still want to stand down?"

He snorted coldly, and as soon as he kicked his right foot, he was about to step forward again, but at this moment, the hairs on his body suddenly stood up one by one, and his heart trembled, and he had already noticed the hidden sound of breaking wind from behind him-

Someone sneak attacked!

Monk Yu Zhi was full of viciousness at this time, he boasted that his breath was very well concealed, this unexpected palm should be inevitable, so when Xiao Yan suddenly turned around and glared angrily, he also stretched out a palm to usher in, he was really taken aback, but fortunately, it was an experienced old Jianghu, this frightening not only did not damage the qi, but the power that suddenly erupted made this palm a little more powerful than before-

"Get angry!" Monk Yu Zhi shouted loudly, and the fierce light in his eyes was even stronger.

Rumble!

Then, when the two fleshy palms touched each other, the fierce light in his eyes suddenly dissipated.

In the next second, the fat and huge body flew out in the air like a kite with a broken string, and flew out upside down, right in the middle of the remnants of the Vientiane Pavilion, a group of people sighed, and they didn't know if they had taken the knife, but they really fell into a rut.

On the other hand, Xiao Yan, who was still young, only took two steps back, and then shook his somewhat sore arm, and recovered as before.

At such a young age, how could he have such cultivation?

Everyone on the lookers was taken aback, and their eyes looked at Xiao Yan, more and more like they were looking at a beast with a burnt face.

On the other hand, Qi Zehui's side is very difficult, even if his free swimming method has been boiled, how can he still practice the thunderbolt palm technique taught by his master Elder Ding, so it is okay to dodge and move, but the power of his fists and feet is a little insufficient, so when facing the two masters of Vientiane Pavilion like this, he is extremely reluctant, and he quickly fell into disadvantage.

Obviously, the three people on the opposite side also saw Qi Zehui's poor donkey skills, and after a "dragon raised its head" to repel him, they glanced at each other, and then sneered: "Boy, do you only have these four palms?"

"What is it, what is it?" Qi Zehui wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his left hand, which was shocked and painful, quietly turned his back, trembling slightly in his waist: "To deal with miscellaneous pieces like you, do you still need to go all out with my master?"

"Hehe, I see that you don't cry when you don't see the coffin!"

With a loud shout, the three black-robed people rushed up, and each of them threw a powerful punch on the left and right, all of which came straight to Qi Zehui's death. And the person in the middle even flew and kicked out, aiming at Qi Zehui's chest and abdomen.

With such a three-pronged approach, unless Qi Zehui can conjure an arm out of thin air at this time, there is no other way than to dodge and escape.

Something unexpected happened, at such a critical juncture, Qi Zehui put away the number of roads, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the oncoming people with a smile on his face.

"Huh?" The three black-robed people were stunned in their hearts, and at the same time, several people hid in their sleeves and robes and aimed at a few hidden weapons that retreated, and they were also swaying from side to side, and they didn't know what to do for a while-

What is this kid doing? Waiting to die?

The three of them were a little puzzled.

This thought came to mind, and the distance between the two sides became so close at hand.

At this moment, Qi Zehui, who was full of smiles, also suddenly widened his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, which surprised the three black-robed people, but they heard him whisper in his mouth:

"It's coming!"

What's coming?

It's hard to do it

"Since they have all come up, do you still want to stand down?" "It's just a matter of doing everything possible to find out the news, and trying to use my money in vain, Han Zhen, who was at the head of the seat, frowned, and immediately questioned, and the Huatang master who sat down trembled, and his eyes also showed a look of disgust, as a woman, she was naturally much more sensitive to things like this.

Even Xu Kunshan, who had always been cold to people, turned his head unexpectedly, and looked at the Vientiane Pavilion and his party with a complicated gaze.

It's really unthinkable that the young pavilion master of the dignified Vientiane Pavilion, a noble son who is also quite handsome and dashing, actually likes to develop this kind of thing that loses his conscience and destroys the norms of human ethics in private!

Many people's hearts have swelled up with a chill.

"Hehehe, Han Daochang, the avenue is three thousand, and the different paths are the same, since it is a test of poison, naturally don't care about its origin and origin......" The young pavilion master shook the feather fan lightly, and said with a light smile: "Although the medicinal materials for refining this thing are not very precious, but if it comes to toxicity, maybe the bottle of the Huatang master's little thing is not as good as the Love Devouring Pill below......

"It's really ridiculous, the young pavilion master can't help but underestimate my Tang family's unique secret medicine, right?" Huatang Master glanced at the pill in Yu Zhi's hand with disgust, and said coldly: "I want to compare my Nine Shadows Pill with your cheap and disgusting things, but it really damages my Tang Sect's reputation!"

In the face of the scolding, the young pavilion master still looked indifferent, and just smiled: "Huatang master, why be angry?

"Heh......" The hall master must have been extremely disgusted in his heart, and he didn't want to deal with it anymore, so he turned his head and was silent alone.

"This guy is so disgusting and clear, he's about to be proud!"

On the eaves, Qi Zehui couldn't help it, spat lightly at the side, and then scolded: "I really want to jump down now and beat this guy up......!"

"Compared to these, I am more curious about one thing......" Xiao Yan on the side was not so excited, his eyes just glanced at the young man, thought about it again and again, and suddenly said such a sentence.

"What's the matter?" Qi Zehui looked at his friend beside him, and then at Xu Kunshan, who was sitting with a hunched body, and he responded casually in anger: "Are you still worried about that old guy? If it weren't for the fact that there was still a matter of finding relatives for you, the master would roll up his sleeves now and beat this old turtle three together!"

Xiao Yan was stunned when he heard this, then waved his hand and said with a smile: "No, no, no, I wasn't thinking about this, but I was suddenly a little curious, what kind of character is this Kunlun master...... Why did he suddenly hold such a competition? Could it be that because of his illness, he suddenly became interested in hanging pots to help the world?"

"Ah, what do you mean Song Deru, that old guy?" Qi Zehui stretched out his little finger, leaned on the eaves and buttoned his nostrils comfortably: "This is also the older generation of Jianghu people, I don't know if he is interested in being a langzhong, but his illness is not a day or two...... It is said that when he was young, he also broke out of the world, and he was blessed with unique internal skills, fought bandits and bullies, killed corrupt officials, and fought with several famous heroes, and was a hero who was dominant...... It was later...... Tsk tsk!"

Seeing that the people in the hall below were still arguing about the affairs of the three sects and nine streams, Xiao Yan had to block half of his ears, so as not to be rushed into his head by the noisy voice: "Don't sell it, what's wrong with it?"

"Hey, what else can I say, Lao Ji is in the twilight, the heroes are in the twilight, aren't the last few people who run the rivers and lakes like this, and end up in a pitiful and lamentable situation?" Qi Zehui, who finished picking his nostrils, turned his head, and picked his teeth with that finger again, he said vaguely, suddenly paused, and then sighed, and continued:

"It's just that this old Taoist Song is indeed a little miserable. ”

"How so?"

"I heard my master, Elder Ding, say that it was about twenty years ago," Qi Zehui shook his fingers and said truthfully: "At that time, this old man was also in his sixties, and after working hard for most of his life, he finally settled down and became a generation of highly respected Kunlun leaders. At the same time his son, Song ...... Surname...... , uh, Xiao Song, has also grown up, and at a young age, he has shown an amazing talent for martial arts...... Xiao Buyi, do you remember that guy, right? Although he is now the number one in the world, more than 20 years ago, he lost to Xiao Song, who was younger than himself!"

"So powerful? Hmm......" Xiao Yan couldn't help but exclaim, but he also quickly covered his mouth, fortunately, the hall below was noisy, and there was no shortage of such an understatement from him.

"Awesome is powerful, but if he can continue to be so powerful, as for such a big sect, will he still let an old man in his old age guard the position of the head of the sect?" Qi Zehui pursed his lips and said: "After losing his son, Song Deru has been slumped since then, and he has no fighting spirit to cultivate a new successor, and the strength of the Kunlun faction has also plummeted...... Therefore, the elders all said that within thirty years, if Kunlun does not produce one or two descendants who can stand firmly, I am afraid that after the time comes, there will be no Kunlun's name in the eight major sects......"

"Huh, what's going on?"

"It's dead. ”

"How did you die?"

"Killed. ”

"Who killed ......"

"The red-faced old devil. ”

Qi Zehui's unexpected rush to answer not only showed his extreme impatience, but also blocked his friend's mouth just right, so that he could focus on the two guys, the young pavilion master of Vientiane Pavilion and Xu Kunshan.

It's this old guy again......

Xiao Yan took a deep breath and clenched his fists, the debts on the bare-faced old devil were too much.

Sooner or later, he'll be able to get it back......

Just when the two people on the roof were each preoccupied, the dispute in the hall gradually subsided, although it was just another ** calm before the storm.

"Hah-" The young pavilion master of the Vientiane Pavilion folded his fan to hide his face, and yawned loudly: "This mouth, it grows on his own body, it is impossible to fight for others, so fighting, I'm afraid I will never be able to say clearly......"

"What's clear and unclear?" Han Zhendao's patience was already approaching the limit, "Whether it is from the rarity of the medicinal materials, or the size of the toxicity, it is clear that the Tang family's Nine Hidden Pills are far superior to your Vientiane Pavilion, I think, it is also time to let Xu ...... Friend, bring out your stuff......"

The hall master in the hall also nodded, in her opinion, in terms of the use of poison, Vientiane Pavilion and Tang Sect were not comparable.

What she has been waiting for is to understand and comprehend the poison of the Western Regions, which is stronger and weaker than that of the Central Plains.

"Wait, which poison is better or worse, if you can't try the properties of the medicine separately, how can it be considered fair and just?"

The young pavilion master's lazy voice came out of nowhere, as if he was really confident in his Love Devouring Pill. At the same time, he whispered in the ears of the two guards of the Vientiane Pavilion, whose expressions changed, but they quickly regained their composure, nodded, and walked out of the hall quickly, without closing the door.

"What, isn't it possible that the Young Pavilion Master is still planning to personally taste my Tang Sect's methods?" Hua Tang Master obviously had lost patience with the Young Pavilion Master, she sneered, spread out her palms, and pointed to the little green bottle on the coffee table: "Then I have to express a warm welcome!"

This was a sarcastic joke, but he never thought that the young pavilion master would listen to it, but he seemed to be in the middle of his arms, and he suddenly sat up straight with a flick of his clothes, and said very seriously:

"This is reasonable, just do it according to the wishes of the master of Huatang!"

"This ......" The Huatang master under the mask was stunned, obviously he didn't expect the other party to come out like this, and he didn't know how to respond for a while.

"Hahaha, don't worry, Lord Huatang!" Seeing this, the young pavilion master immediately stroked his palm and smiled, and said happily: "Naturally, you will eat, but it will definitely not be your turn-come, please come out!"