Two feet!

One foot!

One foot!

Zhang Xiaoan even smelled the fishy smell on the blood demon's body, and there was still a trace of distance behind Liu Xianren, but the blood demon's claws had already pierced into Zhang Xiaoan's arm. Just when Zhang Xiaoan was desperate, the blood demon paused and showed an expression of disbelief.

Zhang Xiao'an saw this expression in his eyes and before he could react, a hesitation of the blood demon had already been chased by Liu Xianren. There was no time to kill Zhang Xiao'an's blood demon, so he struggled to avoid the vital point, and reflexively stretched out his claws and plunged straight into the heart of Liu Xianren, who was not protected by the Qiankun shield.

Liu Xianren was irreversible, and he stabbed out with a sword.

"Die!"

One of the blood demon's claws, before it could be stabbed, was blocked by the monk who came from behind. Liu Xianren's sword entered the body of the blood demon, and the blood demon was no longer powerless to struggle, and with a miserable howl, it turned into a stream of black blood. The monk who blocked the fatal blow had his entire shoulder pierced by the blood demon.

"Big brother!"

At this time, the monks behind him who were affected by the blood demon's self-explosion arrived one after another, and hurriedly supported the monk who blocked the fatal blow for Liu Xianren

"Who's ignorant child! He actually came here to join in the fun!" Then a monk with thin lips and a long beard rushed to look at Zhang Xiaoan, who was uncultivated, and scolded angrily with dissatisfaction.

Zhang Xiaoan was surrounded by everyone, and he was still frightened, and subconsciously held the wooden sword at his waist.

"I followed Uncle Duan to help. The wound on Zhang Xiaoan's right arm that was punctured by the blood demon slowly bleed, and he could only hang down beside him in pain at this time.

Before the words fell, the monk had already leaked a look of disdain: "Our Void Sect elders have made a move, and you are a mortal to help? Hmph, do you know what a big basket you've broken into!"

The injured monk looked at Zhang Xiao'an, his face full of grievances, swallowed a pill, but did not speak, quietly waiting for Liu Xianren to speak.

"Who are you?" Liu Xianren's face was full of worry, looking at the child in front of him who was originally hiding in the forest. If you just watch the excitement, from the place where the monks first fought, there are more than ten miles to this place, how can a child chase here.

What's more, from beginning to end, I didn't notice that there were people watching the forest.

"I'm a swordsman. Although Zhang Xiaoan was panicked, he could only answer like this at this time.

"Swordsman, your uncle, is also a swordsman?" the bearded monk visibly looked playful when he heard this.

"Senior brother, I haven't heard of it for many years, where is there a swordsman who can fight with the foundation building monks, the four realms of condensation, foundation building, Jindan, and Yuanying, you swordsmen, the strongest can't compare to the foundation building, not to mention the power of pure yin and pure yang, in the final analysis, it's just a fantasy of mortals who can't become immortals. Before Immortal Liu could speak, the long-bearded monk had already stepped forward slowly.

Zhang Xiao'an listened to the words of the monk in front of him, his mind was mixed up, a swordsman might as well build a foundation, but Uncle Duan clearly said that the way of a swordsman is not weaker than any monk. Hearing the words at this moment, there was nothing to say for a while, if the swordsman is really not as good as building a foundation, wouldn't it be a joke for Uncle Duan and himself to come here?

Nandu Nei had already said that he had invited Liu Xianren to get rid of the blood demon in the Jindan Realm!

"Since your Uncle Duan is here to help, then come out and let us see and see, in this world, where is the swordsman who can fight with the Jindan Blood Demon!"

"It doesn't matter if the adults in the family are mediocre, what kind of swordsman do you deceive the children to learn? What do you learn has nothing to do with outsiders, what kind of crime should you be guilty of coming here to harm me and other big things? And your Uncle Duan, who hasn't shown up yet, what kind of swordsman is he..."

"Enough!" Liu Xianren frowned, they were all cultivators, so why bother to speak quickly.

"I see that the blood demon seems to pause at the end, after all, the blood demon is a fatal blow, and it was blocked, what kind of protective treasure do you have? I naturally won't force it, but if I can take it out, let me wait and see, if I recognize you as a disciple of that immortal sect, so that I can take you to your family, this place is not safe, how about it?"

Zhang Xiaoan rolled up his sleeves and was about to say nothing, when the person who had just come back behind him gently pressed Zhang Xiaoan's arm.

Zhang Xiaoan looked back, but he didn't expect Uncle Duan to be so convenient that he would go for an hour. With support behind him, Zhang Xiaoan suddenly felt a lot more at ease.

"If you have a question, ask me, don't worry about a child. Duan Nantian coughed a few times and said softly.

The bearded monk was also stunned, after all, he didn't even notice when the man in front of him appeared behind the young man.

"Are you the swordsman?" The long-bearded monk stood forward, pointed to the injured senior brother behind him and asked, "In order to save your junior, my senior brother suffered a claw from the blood demon in vain and was seriously injured, can you afford to pay for it?"

Duan Nantian glanced at the man who had only suffered some flesh wounds, and couldn't help frowning slightly, this kind of injury was just a few days of recuperation for the monk.

"I am grateful for saving Xiao An, what do you want to do?"

Seeing Uncle Duan breathing in such a low voice, Zhang Xiaoan couldn't help but be angry, and shouted loudly: "He just said that a swordsman might as well build a foundation, and he also said that you are a mediocre talent." And scold you for something!"

"Xiao An!" Duan Nantian snorted softly and pulled Zhang Xiaoan behind him.

The long-bearded monk couldn't help but be a little annoyed and angry when his bad words were exposed: "What should I do? You are a poor martial artist, and you can't take out the magic weapon of the spirit stone, but you don't know how to do it as a disciple, so we will have a fight, if you lose, the injury will be regarded as compensation!"

The long-bearded monk didn't wait for Duan Nantian to finish speaking, put his hands behind his back, raised his foot and kicked lightly, until Duan Nantian was an inch in front of his chest, and he didn't even touch it. Duan Nantian didn't draw his sword, he staggered back a few steps, and held on to the tall tree on the side before he stood firm.

Poof-

Under the uncertainty of qi and blood, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood and spit it all on the ground.

The bearded monk was complacent, and his foot didn't need to touch the mortal's body, it was enough to teach him a lesson. Unexpectedly, the swordsman's body was so weak that he vomited blood with one kick.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xiao'an suddenly felt indignant in his chest, and was about to draw his sword, but Duan Nantian grabbed his arm tightly.

"Everyone, can this be regarded as a saying?" Duan Nantian spat out this mouthful of blood, and his speech became a little weaker.

"If you can't do it yourself in the future, don't coax the junior to be a swordsman! Go out and watch it, don't come out and make trouble for others! Also, swordsman, don't talk about it everywhere..."The long-bearded monk, still unsatisfied, was about to humiliate two more sentences, but was stopped by Liu Xianren.

"Let's go back. Liu Xianren took the lead and turned around. I thought I had met some master today, but after all, I still thought too much about myself.

"Why don't you take them with you? There are a lot of monsters in this wilderness. The injured elder brother asked tentatively.

"No, they can come, and there is a way to go back. After Liu Xianren finished speaking, the sword brush in the scabbard flew out with a thud, turning into a giant sword on the ground, just enough for everyone to stand.

Following behind everyone, the long-bearded monk snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, and stepped on the flying sword at the end of everyone.

The sword aura is like a rainbow, leaving the two of them in place.

The night was as long as day, and the lanterns were lit outside the southern capital, and the people on the city wall, the moment the big sword returned in the sky, they each took out the lamp in their hands, lit it, and waved and cheered on the city wall.

Men and women took to the streets to greet the immortals who had returned from the demon smears with laughter and laughter. Outside the southern capital, Duan Nantian picked up a pile of firewood and built a small bonfire in front of Zhang Xiaoan.

Zhang Xiaoan hugged his legs, a little distracted for a while, he had practiced the way of a swordsman for seven years, but in the end, it turned out to be Uncle Duan's lie in order to coax him?

Zhang Xiaoan knew that he was an orphan, he was raised by Uncle Duan since he was a child, and all kinds of complex emotions were mixed together, and he didn't know whether to hate Uncle Duan or hate the old man with a long beard.

"Yesterday you were still chattering, saying that you will be able to use the iron sword next year, why is it so quiet today. Duan Nantian sat cross-legged and said quietly with his eyes closed.

Zhang Xiaoan was silent, wiped his nose, and gently hugged the arm wrapped by Duan Nantian.

"Is it my fault that I told you to shut up today?" Duan Nantian asked tentatively.

"Nope. Zhang Xiaoan said lightly.

"Then I'm going to criticize you a few words, why don't you thank them for saving your life? I still remember what people said about me, and I deliberately embarrassed them. Duan Nantian's tone was gentle, with the taste of these teasing.

It's good that Zhang Xiaoan didn't listen, but when he heard this, he felt even more aggrieved.

"They call you mediocre and scold you for something. ”

"That's all?" Duan Nantian raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm. ”

"Is that really all?"

"Hmm. ”

Duan Nantian smiled with relief: "Then what are you unhappy about, they just said it, I won't be angry with them, and you don't have to be angry." Isn't it?"

"Are we really not even able to build a foundation?"

"They say that no matter how powerful a swordsman is, he is in the Qi Condensation Realm, and he will never be able to compare to Zhuji! You still don't let me use the sword, are you lying to me?" Zhang Xiao'an, who was supposed to be able to use the iron sword next year and display his swordsmanship skills, felt like he had suddenly lost something.

It was not only seven years, but also a powerful skill that was about to be acquired, and he couldn't find the heart to win, and now Zhang Xiaoan felt that he was more than one step away from the swordsmanship of the swordsman in his dream.

"How you swordsmanship, you have a certain number in your heart, so why listen to other people's words. Duan Nantian disagreed.

"But you said that the sword will win, and you still can't beat that monk today. Zhang Xiaoan raised his head, said a word, and turned his head.

"If you don't fight back, you can't beat it, and someone else can save your life." Besides, I didn't draw my sword. ”

Zhang Xiaoan seemed to hear something, raised his head and asked, "Then what if he still speaks disrespectfully to you?"

"If you speak rudely to your savior first, how can I retaliate?"

"Then he said that you are a mediocre talent, and you can't beat Zhuji. ”

"That's his ignorance, and the ignorant are not guilty, so naturally they can't care. Duan Nantian's tone gradually became serious.

"Then can you fight?" Zhang Xiaoan's eyes were filled with stars again.