As soon as An Sanping came out of the demon realm, he didn't have time to calm down for a moment, so he stopped on the edge of the cliff and instructed Lin Xiaotang to watch the six roads and listen to the eight directions, and he took out the incense stick given by the Ming and Qing Daoists from his sleeve, and was about to light it, only to hear Lin Xiaotang frown and squint, and said:

"Brother, I see that something is wrong in that direction, the sound of fencing is clanging, and there is also blood, someone should have started fighting!"

An Sanping was lighting a fire and burning incense in the leeward, and said without raising his head:

"I can't let the Wind Path Chief and Chang Yue be in danger for too long, I'm afraid that Chang'an Enchantment won't be able to prevent the villains. Leave others alone......"

He raised his head and looked at the place where Lin Xiaotang was looking, and his heart chuckled, where was the location of the Meishan faction.

The Meishan faction is in trouble?!

As soon as he groaned slightly, Lin Xiaotang blew out the fire fold in his hand, turned into a fierce tiger, and couldn't help but say that he carried him all the way to the vicinity of the Meishan faction, hiding behind a large bush, and took a look at the situation first.

I saw that in front of Meishan Huanjian Villa, there was a flag floating all the way, and under the red pattern on a black background, standing proudly was Fang Jizi and his disciples who An Sanping had seen in Jufeng Villa that day.

The dozens of people who confronted them were scarred and tired, led by two people, one was an old man with gray hair, and the other was Tong Yansong.

Lin Xiaotang recognized it, stretched out his big tiger paws, pointed at an urn, and said angrily:

"We've seen that man. ”

An Sanping turned his face and hit a mighty tiger's head, and his nose itched and couldn't help but sneeze.

Lin Xiaotang quickly changed back and complained:

"Be quiet, we'll withdraw if it's okay. If they find you, you're not afraid, it's trouble!"

An Sanping laughed: "Isn't this what you're coming? ”

While speaking, I saw the old man on the Meishan side with a sword on the ground, and said hatefully:

"My son is offended, it's just a few childish quarrels, I don't know the severity of the words, now Meishan has apologized, and apologized, and has given enough sincerity! Your disciple will beat without saying a word, and you don't care if you are the head of the house, you deliberately indulge in murder, bully the weak, and deceive people too much!"

He held the scabbard of the sword as he spoke, his fingers clenched slightly, he should have been injured a little, and he was talking with Zhongqi.

Tong Yansong also obviously hung up the color, and said angrily:

"Dad! Why do you have to reason with them, they Tianjing Pavilion clearly bullied the weak and feared the hard, reversed black and white, and bullied the lone girl in the Giant Wind Villa at that time, but we saw it with our own eyes! They are also worthy of being called the righteous path of cultivating immortals? Although my Meishan faction is unknown, the sage book given by the ancestor has not been replaced with martial arts! We want face!"

Before the words fell, Tong Yansong was whipped on his face, and a blood mark suddenly appeared on his face, which was slanted on the bridge of his nose, shocking.

The person who wielded the whip was the eldest disciple beside Fang Jizi, and he said triumphantly:

"What about bullying the weak? The weak are bullied by the strong! Who told you that the Meishan faction is not hard at its own kung fu, but it still likes to meddle in things! Today, in front of everyone, I will teach you a good lesson for your ancestors!"

Tong Yansong couldn't bear to rush over desperately, but was hugged tightly by the boys behind him, and his father even reprimanded his son:

"My Meishan faction, when will it be your turn to call the shots?!"

Tong Yan was so angry that he cried out: "Dad!" Fang Jizi raised his eyebrows and smiled, stroked his beard, and said slowly:

"We monks and immortals are only separated by a realm, and your sect is just about the same as a mortal dart game, and in front of us, you dare to point fingers, and you should also ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw his father's figure flicker, and before he could see what was going on, the sword was against Fang Jizi's face, and the eldest disciple on the side was about to make a move, only to hear Father Tong scold: "Don't move!"

The atmosphere froze.

Fang Jizi said with a smile: "I have long heard that Meishan swordsmanship is fast but not refined, but that's it!"

After Fang Jizi finished speaking, he fell back and kicked his wrist with his toes, and his kung fu was not idle, and a sword swung straight towards the abdomen of the boy father!

The boy's father was injured and unstable with his sword, but he kicked the tiger and lost the sword, and the door was wide open!

At this time, only hearing the sound of "whoosh", Fang Jizi's sword seemed to be shaken open by something, and he reacted very quickly, withdrew his hand, and immediately turned his back with his sword on the ground, secretly frightened:

"Who?"

In everyone's sight, a slender leaf fluttered on the ground.

Fang Jizi was stunned for a moment, looked left and right, and shouted:

"It turns out that the Meishan faction is also good at hurting people with a dark arrow!"

He looked at the head of Meishan who had escaped, and said with a disdainful smile:

"Okay, it turns out that not only do you not know how to learn, but you also know the ways of evil demons! On that day, your son helped Na Lin Xiaoye and his concubine in the Giant Wind Villa, and we all saw this, and today you dare to openly assassinate me, that is to declare war on our four halls and thirteen factions! You dare to say that you have nothing to do with that Lin Xiaoxie? Come on, send a message out! I will wait for today, to eliminate harm for the people!"

When the disciples of the Meishan faction heard this, they were all vigilant, you look at me, I look at you, they are very panicked. Because the party just fought, the other party was nothing, and all the colors were hung up and down Meishan. If there is a real fight between life and death, they will die!

Lin Xiaotang heard it in his ears here, and he was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and scolded:

"Damn! This old man, this stinky shit, don't you know what kind of thing you are? took the lead in bullying Gu Huayin that day, it seems that it was this Tong Yansong who said a few words that made him remember his grudge, and now it's only a few days, watching him eat persimmons and pick up soft pinching, this will bring people to the door to find bad luck! See that grandpa doesn't beat him to his knees and ask for mercy?!"

His heart was on fire, and without waiting for An Sanping, he turned into a fierce tiger and rushed forward!

When An Sanping saw it, he smiled dumbly, so he had to walk over slowly.

As soon as he saw this majestic tiger pounce over, a long whip was drawn head-on, but Lin Xiaotang dodged sideways, wrapped his claws around the whip, pulled the man out, and fell directly to the ground!

The scene suddenly became chaotic, Fang Jizi and Lin Xiaotang were entangled, and they had no time to take care of the disciples, so the boys of Meishan took advantage of the chaos to wave their swords one after another, intending to come to the present world!

Helplessly, Meishan's own foundation is too shallow, how can the disciples of Tianjingge say that they are also orthodox cultivators of the immortal law, step by step, and in less than two moves, Meishan and they lost the opportunity! When they saw that they were about to be trampled on the ground again, they suddenly felt that they were being lifted up by a hand, and they were dizzy and in a trance in front of them, and they were already standing outside the field.

A young man stood in front of him, silently looking at the hundreds of disciples of the Tianjing Pavilion.

Fang Jizi, who was in the fight, saw An Sanping, and stood on the spot in shock, was swept away by Lin Xiaoping's tiger tail, and fell out happily!

Lin ...... Lin Xiaoxie!" Someone shouted at the top of his voice!

The people on both sides were stunned in unison, and stopped their movements to look at him.

"Lin Xiaoxie, he is the famous Lin Xiaoxie?"

"It's not like a bad guy, he looks like ...... so kind."

Fang Jizi forced his composure, took two steps back with his sword, and asked dryly:

"Okay, you Lin Xiaoxie, you really have ulterior things to do with this Meishan faction!"

An Sanping originally wanted to settle accounts with him about Gu Huayin, but after listening to so much just now, he knew that he would definitely not speculate with him, which was precious for Niu to play the piano, so it was more cost-effective to stay and save people.

Fang Jizi also shouted in his heart, originally their four halls and thirteen factions were scattered everywhere to find out the news of Lin Xiaoxie, and help find the eldest lady of the Chu family;

Unexpectedly, the show came to the best place, and Lin Xiaoxie, the main master, appeared without warning!

An Sanping looked at Fang Jizi, who was very inward, and remembered that a year ago in his memory, this old man had spoken justice for himself before leaving the Soul Valley, and later he was very sad because Zhu Yanbeast died outside the Soul Valley;

Unexpectedly, in this life, he was able to get a glimpse of the whole picture, this Fang Jizi is so two-faced and three-faced, and he will repay him, he is actually a complete villain?

Now that he saw Fang Jizi questioning himself, he smiled slightly, turned his five fingers into a sword, stretched out his hand and beckoned: "You have time to think slowly!"

As soon as his body moved, the disciples of the Tianjing Pavilion hurriedly heard the sound, and hundreds of sharp sword blades attacked him!

An Sanping secretly added a lot of internal force to the sword qi, and at this time, the shock came out, and the swords of those disciples were all out of their hands before they had time to get close!

Those people's faces suddenly turned gray and cold sweat broke out frequently:

"What kind of profound cultivation is this!"

At that moment, the superiority was immediately divided.

They suddenly understood why the pavilion master Fang Jizi, who had always been high and self-professed, had a deep hatred for this Lin Xiao;

But he also didn't understand why the pavilion master had the courage to challenge this unfathomable young man head-on?

At this time, the tiger was protecting in front of the Meishan faction, Fang Jizi had already fallen behind, and he couldn't fight hard, if he said that he didn't have wisdom for a while, a voice shouted anxiously:

"We know that we are wrong, and please let us live!"

An Sanping was about to subdue the old man with a move, but he heard the voice in his ears, but it was very familiar, he raised his head in amazement to look for the voice, and saw that it was a young man with tears in the corners of his eyes, and said in a crying voice:

"Today is my father's recklessness, he can't hold his face, so he stubbornly refuses to listen to persuasion, but it is indeed the first time we have done this kind of thing, and the immortals are merciful!"

He is Fang Xiao.

In the previous dream, Fang Xiao, the disciple who hid from Fang Jizi and secretly devoted himself to the Soul Valley Sect and An Sanping's seat.

Since An Sanping recognized it, he was divided into three emotions in his heart, and the sword qi in his hand gradually disappeared, and Fang Jizi was also very surprised when he saw this.

In the end, he is the old ginger who is ruthless, seeing An Sanping stop in a daze, thinking that the opportunity cannot be lost, a sword in his hand stabbed An Sanping in the chest!