The brocade-clothed boy stood tall and looked down coldly at the embarrassed soldiers in this place, faintly revealing the majesty of a king.

Several of the companions of the boy in brocade all stood quietly aside. When the two sides fought, none of them stepped forward to help, as if they knew that the boy in brocade would definitely win.

At this time, a few companions stepped forward, respectfully bowed their hands to the boy in brocade, and dragged the soldiers on the ground aside.

It seems that these companions are the subordinates of the boy in brocade.

Yuan Ci was elated to see it, and his good impression of the boy in brocade suddenly increased, and he forgot all about the master of Yuansheng who fell aside. It wasn't until Master Yuansheng groaned pitifully that Yuanci came back to his senses and hurriedly helped the master up.

Master Yuansheng rubbed his waist, a little depressed thinking that his calamity should indeed be on Yuanci. But he still politely clasped his palms at the boy in brocade and said, "Thank you for saving me." A chivalrous man has many good causes, and he will reap good results one day!"

The brocade boy smiled slightly, saluted Master Yuansheng, and said, "Master doesn't have to be polite. Today, the situation is turbulent and there are many grievances. The juniors are just doing what I can. ”

Yuan Cigang wanted to step forward and express his admiration for the boy in brocade. Suddenly, I heard a cold snort from the crowd of onlookers: "If you have this leisure to take care of other people's affairs, it is better to worry about yourself first." ”

Yuan Ci was so strange, and when he looked closely, a thin old man walked out of the crowd.

The thin old man was short, but he was in good spirits, and his eyes were like eagle's eyes, shooting out fine light. Although he is described as thin, his whole body is full of strength. In particular, the hands are as dry as skeletons, but they seem to be sharp claws that can take people's lives.

Yuan Ci's heart sank, and he faintly felt that danger was coming.

The thin old man walked straight to the front of the boy in brocade, laughed dryly, and said, "Ying's waning moon leg method is really worthy of its reputation. The old man opened his eyes today. ”

The face of the young man in brocade changed, and he seemed to be quite jealous of the old man, and said curtly: "The younger generation just learned a few leg tricks indiscriminately, and he doesn't know what the waning moon legs are. ”

The thin old man smiled, and the furrow on his face squeezed to a push, making it even more hideous: "Young man of the Ying clan, since you infiltrated my territory in Qizhou, the old man has been tracking you." Unexpectedly, it didn't take much effort to get here today. ”

The boy in brocade who was called to win Changfeng turned pale, and he seemed to have seen through his identity. He said coldly to the thin old man: "Since the seniors know the juniors, there is no need to talk nonsense. ”

After that, Ying Changfeng took the preemptive action, ran towards the thin old man in two or three steps, jumped up, and kicked his right leg towards the old man's door. It's extremely fast, and it's whirring.

This first blow has already used the killing move of the waning moon leg method.

It seems that Ying Changfeng already knows that the old man is a dangerous rival.

But the old man was not afraid at all, and sneered at the right leg that was kicked in front of him in an instant. He just dodged the blow with a fluttering dash to the side.

Then the old man turned around and flashed to the side of Ying Changfeng. As soon as he stretched out his hand, two dry hands like sharp claws grabbed Ying Changfeng's right leg.

The strength of the winning long wind leg method is great, and this leg kick weighs more than a thousand catties. The old man's hands couldn't grasp Ying Changfeng's right leg at once, and he was freed by Ying Changfeng.

But on Ying Changfeng's leg, several clear blood marks were immediately left.

Win Changfeng suffered, and was secretly frightened. But he immediately stabilized his figure, turned over, swept his left leg, and attacked the old man's lower plate.

The old man couldn't dodge, was swept in the calf, and it was difficult to stand firm for a while, and he staggered back a few steps.

The old man was furious and said fiercely, "I underestimate you. ”

After that, the old man crossed his hands and took turns to grab Win Changfeng. The moves are ruthless, and they are all towards the key point of winning Changfeng.

Win Changfeng dodged left and right, and used his arms to block the old man's claws.

But soon, Ying Changfeng's arms were bloody and blurry.

The people in brocade clothes standing on the side, seeing that Ying Changfeng was in distress, stepped forward one after another and joined the melee.

In less than a few breaths, the newly joined Jinyi people had already fallen to the ground one after another, and their bodies were covered with blood marks, and their bones were visible.

Only the winning wind struggles to support, but there is only the momentum of parrying.

Ying Changfeng gritted his teeth, took off, and swept towards the old man with his legs continuously.

The old man was swept by this trick in the legs of the waning moon again and again, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

But the old man quickly stabilized his body, screamed and danced his claws, and fought back again and again.

I only heard Ying Changfeng snort, turned over and fell to the ground, his right leg was already drenched in blood, as if he had been injured in the meridians, and he couldn't stand for a while.

The old man laughed when he saw Ying Changfeng fall to the ground. His hands were bloody, and he pressed towards Ying Changfeng step by step, and said, "Young Master Changfeng, don't do any more dying struggles. My king has commanded that he shall slay you on the spot. ”

After that, the old man raised his dagger-like withered hand and was about to grab it to win Changfeng's face.

But this fatal claw did not catch Ying Changfeng's face, but grabbed a cold object.

The old man was amazed, and when he looked closely, what he had grasped was a long sword that was shining green.

The sword glowed with cyan light, but it was not unsheathed, but was caught in the old man's bloody hand along with the scabbard.

Then I heard a voice of regret: "Tut-tut, your dirty hands, have stained my scabbard." ”

Both the old man and Ying Changfeng raised their heads in surprise and found that the little monk Yuanci was holding one end of the cyan long sword and standing in the middle of the two.

She was shaking her head, unhappy with the blood stains on the scabbard of the green sword.

The old man was furious and said sharply: "Look for death!"

With that, the old man let go of his long sword and swept towards Yuanci's bald head with one hand.

Ying Changfeng was in a hurry, and shouted at Yuan Ci: "Little monk, you are not his opponent, you run." ”

But the little monk Yuanci did not run.

The old man's claws did not catch the little monk's bald head.

Claw grabbed the green sword again.

Somehow, the little monk blocked his bald head with the green sword again at a very fast speed.

The old man snorted coldly, pressed forward step by step, and used several claws in succession, making fatal moves.

Yuan Ci was forced to retreat again and again by the claws. But her figure was dexterous, dodging left and right, and each time she used the scabbard of her green sword to block the old man's claws.

After a few moves, the little monk turned out to be intact, smiling and squeezing his eyes at the old man.

The old man was secretly frightened and did not dare to be careless. He stood up and made a false move towards the little monk, but he flashed behind the little monk, and with a claw stretched out, he was about to break the little monk's neck.

But the little monk's body is faster. I saw that her figure was empty, and she appeared on the side of the old man, dodging the old man's fatal claws. At the same time, she swung it out with one hand, and the scabbard of the green sword hit the old man's arm.

The old man only felt that his arm sank, and the sharp pain hit, and he could no longer move one hand.

The old man gritted his teeth and grabbed Yuan Ci again with his other hand.

But this claw did not grasp Yuan Ci, but grabbed the green sword in Yuan Ci's hand.

Yuan Ci was caught off guard and was caught by the old man with the green sword.

The old man sneered, and pulled back with all his strength, about to take away the green sword.

How do you know that the green sword does not move at all, as if it has taken root in the hands of Yuan Ci.

The old man was shocked, such a weak little monk had such a great internal force.

Yuan Ci pursed her lips, as if she had lost interest in grappling. She swung a palm lightly, hitting the old man's sword-grabbing hand.

Who knew that this palm was more than a thousand catties. The old man's hand could no longer move.

The old man is famous for his claws, and he is a famous person in the Xuan Realm. Unexpectedly, in a few breaths, two claws were wasted.

The old man was angry and wanted to fight hard.

He flew up with one leg, and wanted to imitate Ying Changfeng's leg skills, and went towards Yuan Ci's heart.

When the little monk saw a kick, he flew out at an incredible speed. After dodging the blow, Yuan Ci jumped forward in two or three steps, turned over, and wiped the old man's neck with a green sword.

The old man only felt a cold neck, and his heart sank, and he understood that his life was at stake. He couldn't help but close his eyes in grief, and secretly sighed that he never dreamed that he would fold in the hands of a little-known little monk.

But after waiting for a while, the old man found that his head was still around his neck.

He opened his eyes and found that the little monk Yuanci was looking at him with a grin.

Ying Changfeng, who fell to the ground, and Master Yuansheng, who was standing aside, all looked at the little monk Yuanci with disbelief.

And the seven or eight soldiers lying next to them looked at each other, is this the little monk they were flirting with just now?

"Who the hell are you?" asked the old man sharply.

The little monk folded his hands and recited the Buddha decently, saying, "The little monk is kind." ”

The old man said hatefully: "The old man has been in the Xuan Realm for decades, and I have never heard of a young man with such skills as you. ”

Yuan Ci said impatiently: "There are many things you haven't heard of. She straightened up again and said, "I just wiped your neck with the scabbard." I spared your life today because my Buddha is merciful and does not open the precept of killing. Do not do evil again. ”

After that, Yuanci helped Ying Changfeng up, pulled the stunned Yuansheng master, and walked away.