"Who are you?" Tang Jun saw that Mu Jianzhu pointed the finger at him again, and he was completely sure that this person was not here to help.

"It's just a pawn under the Poor Strange Seat. ”

"You're quite modest......" He Ergou complained in his heart.

After saying that, Mu Jianzhu carried the burden on his shoulder, and suddenly performed light skills, shooting like a sharp arrow.

"Brother Tang be careful!" He Ergou reminded, now all he could do was to remind - and help Ling'er, who had lost her strength, to prevent her from falling.

"Stop it!"

For a while, the valley reverberated with this sound of abundant internal strength.

"Master!" He Ergou cried out in surprise.

"Division...... Father?" Ling'er in her arms heard Xian Yunzi's voice, and struggled to look around.

When Tang Jun saw Mu Jianzhu clearly, he had already been beaten backwards a few steps away.

In front of Tang Jun was the back of Xian Yunzi.

"Nephew Tang Xian, it's okay. ”

Tang Jun hurriedly saluted and said: "Thank you for the life-saving grace of the seniors, Tang must remember it!"

Xian Yunzi smiled and said, "Tang Shaoxia doesn't have to care, you are my guest in Xiaoyao Valley, and I naturally have the obligation to protect you." ”

After that, Xian Yunzi turned to Mu Jianzhu: "I owe you this life, I will have to pay you back sooner or later, is this now." Let's go. ”

"Let's go?" Mu Jianzhu smiled coldly: "Look at it." ”

Suddenly, Mu Jianzhu shook off the burden, revealing a stick-like object wrapped inside—a long sword.

Xian Yunzi looked at the pattern on the sword and asked slowly, "Mixed Yuan Sword?"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Jianzhu's blade hit the folding fan in Xian Yunzi's hand, and the two weapons were full of powerful internal force, at this time, they collided head-on, sparks flew everywhere, and the stirring internal force shook Tang Jun back a few steps.

Mu Jianzhu pressed his sword against Xian Yunzi's folding fan and said coldly: "A friend gave it to me." ”

"As far as I know, this sword is a reward for the Candle Yin Sect as a martial arts competition for members below the Dharma Protector level. Xian Yunzi held the folding fan with one hand and said, "You can already win the first place?"

"You two won't be chatting at this time!" He Ergou muttered quietly.

"No, Brother He, you only see one, but not the other!" I don't know when, Tang Jun has already touched He Ergou's side, and said with emotion, "Xianyunzi's predecessor seems to be chatting with him, but in fact, the two of them are competing for internal strength, and their weapons both have internal strength, and those whose internal strength is not as good as the other party's will be shot down." ”

"You ......" He Ergou was about to speak, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Tang Jun's passionate explanation: "Brother He, look!"

Tang Jun waved his hands, He Ergou looked in the direction he pointed, Tang Jun continued: "The internal force competition of two people will naturally be affected by the weapon, if the weapon is not satisfactory, or the level of the enemy's weapon is too different, it will cause the blessing effect of the internal force to be affected." It's like the weapon used by the old Xianyunzi is nothing more than a folding fan, but the enemy uses the famous weapon of the cult - the Mixed Yuan Sword. There is no doubt that the internal strength of Xianyunzi's predecessor is far less efficient than that of the enemy, but he can still take the move with one hand and talk so lightly......"

He Ergou looked at Tang Jun who was gushing beside him, rolled his eyes secretly, and thought, "Why is there such a funny person on such a serious occasion, could it be that he is the real narrator in this game?"

At this time, Mu Jianzhu saw that there was no chance of winning the competition, so he jumped back suddenly, and at the same time put his sword back into its sheath, and quickly distanced himself from Xian Yunzi.

Xian Yunzi nodded slightly and said, "At such an age, there is such a cultivation. ”

"Less verbose. Mu Jianzhu said coldly, and then twisted the Feiyan Flashing Spirit Technique, and suddenly appeared beside Xian Yunzi.

He Ergou only saw Mu Jianzhu's figure flashing, and when he opened his mouth to remind the master to be careful, the two had already gone back and forth for five or six rounds......

For a while, the sword light and sword shadow, the sword qi was horizontal, the two of them fought one sword after another, and the houses around them kept coming and going with more sword marks. The dust was flying, and the killing intent was agitated, He Ergou hurriedly helped Ling'er to retreat, for fear that this murderous aura would accidentally hurt them.

"It's really a fight between immortals, and mortals are suffering......" He Ergou thought.

When he looked at Tang Jun again, he was still there with a pergola in his hand, looking at it with wide eyes, not to mention retreating, as if he was eager to rush in and fight with them.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of rounds came down, and before Tang Jun could see enough, the two had already separated from the fight.

Xian Yunzi fell lightly in front of the three of them, the folding fan in his hand had been opened, and the three big words "Ren Pingsheng" were written on it, He Ergou couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at it - this ordinary wooden folding fan was unscathed after a round of fighting.

Mu Jianzhu panted and stood opposite Xian Yunzi, already covered in bruises.

"There will be a period later. After Mu Jianzhu finished speaking coldly, he used his light skills and left Xiaoyao Valley.

Xian Yunzi turned his head, looked at the three people who were injured, and said slowly, "I'm late to come back." ”