This person is a scholar who looks about twenty years old, and his whole body reveals a bit of elegant temperament. Shake the folding fan in your hand gently.

"Listen to me, this is a treasure land, and there are words in advance, each with his ability to seek opportunities", the young scholar looked at the old man in the yellow robe, "Since this senior said that the iron spear is your gun sect, he will come up with a piece of evidence to convince the big guy." ”

When the old man in the yellow robe heard this, a little embarrassment appeared on his face. Although that gun was indeed the 'Rainstorm Pear Flower Gun', he had only seen it when he was looking through ancient books in the sect. As for the relationship with his Gun Sect, it is just a temporary fabrication.

"Yang Su, say it quickly", a voice came from the crowd.

This yellow-robed old man's name is Yang Su, and he is an elder of the Gun Sect. In the rivers and lakes in the northwest, although the Gun Sect is not a bull-eared person, it is also the number one sect in the row.

Yang Su's face was blue and white for a while, his sleeves were raised, and he said angrily, "Could it be that my Gun Sect will still deceive you?"

As soon as these words came out, no one answered out loud.

Yang Su had already raised his leg and walked to the side of the 'Rainstorm Pear Flower Gun', took the gun off the shelf, and then played a spear flower.

The young scholar chuckled and said, "Senior, can you represent the entire Gun Sect alone?"

As soon as these words came out, one stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Even the mud bodhisattva was angered by these almost humiliating words.

Yang Su pointed his spear at the young scholar, "Huangkou Xiaoer, do you think the old man is not qualified enough?"

The scholar was still a light and breezy color, but his voice was a little colder, "Whether you are qualified or not, you have to try it to know." ”

"Look at the guns!"

Yang Su stepped on the ground with both feet, and the spear in his hand swept towards the place where the scholar was. The young scholar swayed and stepped on the tip of the gun. The tip of the spear swept half a circle against the ground, and the young scholar's figure kept changing, and the folding fan in his hand was closed, and he slapped it out with one palm.

In the crowd, there was a lot of discussion. This was the first time that everyone had had an argument since they entered the 'Xuanwu Vault'. The people in the rivers and lakes present all chose to watch from the wall, after all, it is too common to fight for treasures in the rivers and lakes. If you meddle rashly, you will cause trouble for yourself.

"This scholar's practice path is so strange," someone in the crowd asked.

"yes, never. This person's light work is not like my northwest rivers and lakes, but there is something like ......" and another person should be in harmony.

"It's like the 'Cloud Screen Nine Stacks' of Liaodong Bailu Academy. ”

Finally, someone recognized the young scholar's martial arts path.

When Yang Su heard this, he distanced himself from the scholar in a flash, and said, "My Gun Sect and the White Deer Academy have never had a grudge, why do you have to make things difficult." ”

Who knew that the scholar didn't buy it, and went straight to Yang Su, and said, "Xiaosheng is just a student who has traveled so far, but he can't get used to the style of his predecessors." ”

Yang Su snorted coldly, regardless of his demeanor, and scolded, "Your junior is so powerless, the old man will discipline you well for your parents." ”

At this moment, Yang Su moved the real fire, and the force in his hand increased a little. As an elder of the Gun Sect, Yang Su has superb marksmanship, and his cultivation is also a small martial artist.

Yang Su took the 'Rainstorm Pear Flower Spear' horizontally, stepped forward in one step, and then tapped his toes lightly, and the spear stabbed out.

The people present recognized this trick under Yang Su's hand - "Iron Painting Silver Hook". This move is the unique gun skill of the Gun Sect, and the disciples of the sect have practiced it.

The cold light is like a star, and the gun is like a dragon.

The scholar retreated, dodging the stab like a flying cloud.

"This scholar's style is really exquisite, it seems that the White Deer Academy is worthy of its name. Someone said.

The flower monk Zhang Motian carried the demon-slaying pestle and watched coldly. Everyone couldn't see the battle situation, but he could see it. Although this scholar's body is exquisite, Yang Su has been famous in the northwest rivers and lakes for a long time, and his practical experience is far better than that of this scholar, and his true qi must also be profound. If this stalemate continues, this scholar will definitely lose.

As Zhang Motian expected, after the scholar performed the "Cloud Screen Nine Stacks" several times, his true qi had been exhausted, and Yang Su caught a flaw, and a palm was imprinted on the scholar's chest.

Seeing that the tip of Yang Su's spear was about to pierce into the scholar's façade, a demon-slaying pestle slammed into the barrel of the spear.

The spear was deflected, but it only broke a trace of the scholar's sideburns.

"Monk Hua, what do you mean by that?" Yang Su said angrily.

"Elder Yang is not angry. I see that this young man is just a newcomer to the rivers and lakes, and he is not very sensible. Elder Yang should not be like him. ”

Zhang Motian laughed, although his words were polite, there was a faint hint of domineering in his words.

Yang Su's face darkened, and he thought in his heart that he couldn't see the depth of Zhang Motian, if he made a rash move, he might let others get cheap.

But the work on face is still enough, seeing that Zhang Motian gave himself a step, Yang Su eased his expression and said, "Then I will let this kid go for the sake of your face, Monk Hua." ”

"That's fine. ”

Yang Su lifted the Rainstorm Pear Flower Spear in his hand and stepped aside and began to exercise pranayama. The scholar bowed slightly towards Zhang Motian and saluted, "Song Zhixuan of Xiaosheng Bailu Academy, thank you seniors for your help." ”

"Boy, it's a good thing to see unevenness on the road, but you also have to know how to recognize the situation in this river and lake," Zhang Motian said.

Zhang Motian has a good impression of the scholar in front of him.

"Everything Xiaosheng does is known from books", Song Zhixuan responded without humility or arrogance.

Zhang Motian laughed, although this scholar has a good body, his heart is still too simple.

Song Zhixuan looked at him directly, and Zhang Motian was a little embarrassed for a while.

He wiped his nose and said, "The Sprinkle family knows that those old scholars in your academy always talk about 'gentlemen do not stand under dangerous walls'. Why are you going to hit yourself on your own?"

Song Zhixuan responded, "But the book also says, 'Although there are 10,000 people, I will go'." That Elder Yang used such means to take away the treasure, which was really disdainful of the gentleman. ”

Zhang Motian felt more and more that the scholar in front of him was too simple, but he was a good seedling, and he was a little envious of the old bones of Liaodong Academy.

"Okay, let's go and sit over there with the Sprinkle family", Zhang Motian no longer discussed this matter with Song Zhixuan, and pointed to a stone bench in the hall and said.

This scene was also captured in the eyes of Jiang Chuan and Jiang Yue.

The two of them scoffed at the boy's style.

I only heard Jiang Ying say, "This scholar is a little interesting, much more interesting than those young masters of the family in the middle capital." ”

When the Jiang brothers heard this, they looked at each other. After all, they used to be the young masters of the family in Zhongdu.

Their Jiang family is a big family in the middle capital.

In the eyes of the children of the family, this scholar's previous behavior was too stupid.

Seeing that the two uncles didn't speak, Jiang Ying also knew that she had said the wrong thing, so she quickly changed the topic, "Two uncles, let's go over there and rest for a while." ”

Jiang Ying's eyes looked at the scholar from time to time. Looking at him, Jiang Ying thought of the white-clothed young man in Qingye Building.