Ruan Qingting's smiling face is picturesque, how can she bear to give up her thoughts! Fu Huanjing is concerned about that mirage, and he really wants to keep it forever!

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"Sect Master Ye, it's really unfortunate! The hall master of our medical hall went out to collect medicine just in time. Tie Fumiao, an old fellow in the medical hall, went out to explain.

"What? Go out to collect medicine? You, an old guy who likes to coax people, should you be fooling a three-year-old child here? Our Sect Master Ye has already installed a lot of secret servants around your medical hall, and they all replied that your hall master has never left the hall for half a step. I advise you to make up other excuses, otherwise the sharp sword in Uncle Ben's hand will not want to listen!" The mighty attendant behind Ye Wuxian said angrily.

"Who is making noise outside?" Yang Wanlou in the inn shouted, broke the door and made his debut.

"Yang Daxia, this dragon fin wooden door carved from red sandalwood is worth fifty pieces of small summer money, don't forget to pay our inn in the future!" Jia Xiaosheng, the innkeeper who is the most business-savvy, said with a smile.

"Annoying! I know it, and I'll pay it back in the future. In the next one last question! Who is Shicai outside the door of the inn restaurant, shouting and shouting, and quickly stand up and apologize! In the next pair of fists, he has been drinking blood for more than ten days!" Yang Wanlou clenched his pair of heavy fists and asked.

"Such a fierce god and evil face! I'm afraid you're not a member of the Demon Sect! You even dare to pretend to be Yang Wanlou, one of the top ten kendo pinnacles in the rivers and lakes here!" a sword cultivator who had just entered the Finger Mystery Realm stood up from behind Ye Wuxian and said angrily.

"People in the Demon Sect, in Xia Ping's life, the people in the Demon Sect who hated the Heavenly Demons the most in his life, I didn't expect to be regarded as a person in the Demon Sect now, it's ridiculous!" Yang Wanlou handed out a punch like thunder.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color, the thunder rolled, and the earth fire jumped in front of everyone's eyes. Although a punch was handed out, there seemed to be ten thousand punches coming one after another, and the sword cultivator who had just entered the Finger Mystery Realm was beaten to pieces in the blink of an eye, and he fell to the ground.

"The soul is scattered, and it is too cruel for you. Then I will be reluctant to make it difficult for you, leave you with a whole corpse, and go home for the New Year!" Yang Wanlou slowly retracted his fist.

"Could it be that this is the power of the 10,000-building high-cultivation realm that Yang Daxia said?" asked Han Lingqiu, the inn handyman.

"Exactly!exactly!" Yang Wanlou said with a smile as he dispersed his Yin God and Yang Immortal.

Being hit by such a fatal blow, Ye Wuxian lost his previous arrogance and led a group of sect disciples to disperse like birds and beasts.

Yang Wanlou, the invincible opponent within the three moves that he met unexpectedly, is a hero who sees injustice on the road and draws his sword to help him. It is clearly that Leng Ruochan, the holy hand of his medical path, is unwilling to hurt others by himself and damage the cultivation of the Great Dao, so he found a helper from afar.

Afterwards, Ye Wuxian knew about it, and beat his chest for a long time, only hating that he didn't have such close friends and relatives who had cultivated to the heavens.

"Martial artist Yang Wanlou, what's the matter, doesn't the wise master want me to learn some fist and foot kung fu from him?" Dong Xuan Zhenjun Fu Huanjing asked tentatively to the wise master beside him.

"Learn a hammer! The story of the old man is the old world, you listen, look carefully, and think carefully. The Wise Master Heartlake said.

"Got it, I will. Dong Xuan Zhenjun Fu Huanjing withdrew his fist and scratched his head in confusion.

The wise master ignored Fu Huanjing's naughty childlike behavior and traveled away against the wind.

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The distant visitors of Dong Feng Ray really surprised Ye Wuxian, he had never had such a close friend, relatives and friends!

"Sword cultivator Huang unloads his armor, meet Sect Master Ye!" said the guest from another country with his fists in court.

Ye Wuxian was confused, is this a distant relative of mine?

"Sect Master Ye, should the grace of dripping water be reciprocated by springs?" Huang Jiejia, a visitor from afar, continued for no reason.

"What Brother Tai said is true, but what does this drop of water have to do with this sect master?" Ye Wuxian was puzzled.

"Sect Master Ye is really a noble person, how forgetful! Three years ago, you flew across the Ziyan River with your imperial sword and rescued a swordsman who fell into the river, do you remember this?" Huang Jiejia said.

"Oh! I see! Remember! Remember! This matter is very thrilling, how can this sect master forget it! Saving and helping the swordsman who fell into the river is a righteous matter of martial arts, and this sect master killed an evil Jiao crossing the river by the way, do you know?" Ye Wuxian said proudly.

"Oh! there is such a thing, that Ye Sect Master can really be described as a dragon and phoenix among people!

"It's just a trivial matter! It's not enough to keep in mind, so Huang Daxia's trip is just to repay his kindness?" Ye Wuxian asked.

"Well! Yes, I don't repay the kindness, my heart is entangled! I promised my Luojiang child that this trip must help my benefactor Sect Master Ye fulfill a wish to repay the grace of saving his life. Huang Jiejia said.

"A wish, so very good! It just so happens that this sect master now has an incomparably obstructive thorn in his eyes and ears, hoping that Huang Daxia can pull it out for this sect master. Ye Wuxian calculated.

"What is this person's surname, as long as Sect Master Ye gives an order, he will die in the next place!" Huang Jiejia clenched his fists and promised.

"It's that the Holy Hand of the Medical Dao who has been against the sect master all day long is Leng Ruozen, can Huang Daxia be sure to defeat him?" Ye Wuxian was very bottomless.

"Naturally, there is, in Xia Huang Jiejia, it is easy to say that he is also one of the ten people at the peak of the sword path, and among a small medical Dao Lang, it is not a piece of cake!"

"Come on, what are you doing in a daze! Say hello with good wine and food! This Huang Daxia is the half-brother of this sect master! If you are slack, be careful of your heads one or two!" Ye Wuxian suddenly said with great joy.

After three days of good wine and good food, Ye Wuxian went to the "Medical Dao Futian" medical hall for the second time to provoke, hoping that this time he would not run away in embarrassment!

"The Holy Hand of the Medical Dao is as cold as Zen, there are guests coming from afar, and you still haven't come out to welcome them?" Ye Wuxian shouted with a shy face.

"Sect Master Ye, don't fix these things that you don't have, just unload your armor for three thousand miles, and catch that shrunken turtle Leng Ruochan. "Huang unloading the armor, moving the mountain and removing the armor, the technique drove away.

In the blink of an eye, the mountains and rivers changed color, and the medical hall in front of him shook, as if it was about to fall into the abyss.

"Brother Huang, if you act like this, aren't you afraid of the shameful laughter of people in the rivers and lakes on this side?" said a green-robed woman in the medical hall with a divine sword.

"Could it be that you are the Rakshasa Empress? Today, have you secured his medical Dao holy hand Leng Ruozen?" Huang Jiejia was all over the city and was about to move with a sword.

"The word empress, I don't dare to be in the next place! Today, his little life is cold as a Zen in the holy hand of the medical Tao, and it is Baoding in the next!"

"The two heroes are fighting like this, this sect master should back down!" Ye Wuxian saw that the situation was great, and he was afraid that he would be innocently affected and retreated from afar.

"Just talk and don't practice the mouth style, just practice not talk about stupid style. These two will only borrow?" said Dong Xuan Zhenjun Fu Huanjing.

"A gentleman is not different, and he is good at things. The Wise Master smiled.

The two great sword immortals of the Land Immortal Realm, their respective golden body law phases had already escaped into the golden sea of clouds, and they caught and killed each other.

Suddenly, the elk fairy passed by picking flowers and was almost injured by the sword qi of the two, but fortunately, Leng Ruochan, the holy hand of the medical path, came to the rescue in time.

Originally, Leng Ruochan was just watching from the wall in a leisurely manner, but who expected that an elk fairy in the Heavenly Gate of the Sword Dao suddenly walked out, and he had to help.

"Cowardly as a mouse and cold as Zen, you still show up after all, look at the sword!" Huang Jiejia's traceless sword intent instantly exploded.

"Be careful!" the elk fairy hurriedly shielded Leng Ruochan.