Ying Tianchang fell to the ground.

A punch failed, and the old man did not pursue, Ying Tianchang watched the old man fall in front of him like a leaf, so he hugged the bun tighter, not letting the bun break free. He knew very well that the current bun couldn't deal with the old man in front of him.

"Originally, there were a lot of people waiting for you outside Chang'an, and they were finally divided into three groups, and the two groups of people went to Li Qinglian and Xu Lu who had never shown the dew, and in the end, only a few people were left to gamble and still stay by your side Chen Lin'an. The old man said slowly, "And most of the things left behind have been cleaned up by us, what our demon gate wants, how can others interfere." Of course, the premise is to know that our opponent is only you, Chen Lin'an, or you have to muddy the water in the face of Li Sanxian or the too mysterious Xu Lu. ”

When the old man spoke, Chen Linan had already helped Ying Tianchang up: "I'm scared of the little junior brother." ”

Ying Tianchang shook his head and said, "I have encountered ghosts and monsters when I fled from the famine in the past, and I am not afraid of this when I am used to being frightened by them. ”

Ying Tianchang could clearly feel that there was a wisp of breeze around him, and the fist that the old man appeared in front of him in an instant must not hurt himself, which was the credit of Chen Lin'an's wisp of breeze. Ying Tianchang calmed down slightly, but when he turned his head, he saw Chen Lin'an's gloomy eyes, and the young man frowned.

"The famous Mr. Chen Yichen doesn't have any courtesy and doesn't listen to people?"

The old man's voice rose again, this time, a whip leg swept towards Chen Lin'an's back.

Still, this whip leg was stopped by Qingfeng before it touched Chen Lin'an's body, and Qingfeng wrapped the old man's leg and lifted him up.

The old man turned upside down, and the hat on the old man's head was not fastened with a rope buckle, but it did not fall to the ground because of the old man's upside down, but was worn on the old man's head.

"It's embarrassing to let the old man take care of the juniors, you Confucian children respect the seniors so much?"

"It's really out of line. There was always a contempt in the old man's expression, and this contempt made Chen Lin'an very uncomfortable, because he knew that this contempt was not aimed at himself, or his junior brother, "I don't think I'm a corrupt Confucian, right, old-timer?"

Like a tentacle, the breeze wrapped around the old man's leg and smashed it to the ground.

Compared with that little contempt, Chen Linan was even more annoyed that this person had shot at the little junior brother three or four times.

However, after the wind swept through the fishing rod in the old man's hand, it collapsed directly. The old man stood on the ground again.

This point did not surprise Chen Lin'an, if Lu Jiatong couldn't even do this intermediate level, he would be ashamed of the position of the elder of the Demon Gate. Chen Lin'an's fingers in his sleeves rubbed against each other, and said directly: "Don't do these meaningless temptations anymore, although the other heavenly array can isolate me from the induction of heaven and earth and absorb my spiritual energy, but if you want to use this to consume, it is just a waste of time, it is better to invite the rest of the predecessors of the demon gate to come out, why is it so timid, it is not the style of the demon gate." ”

Demon Gate, of course I haven't heard of this name, but judging from Chen Lin'an's expression, the things behind this name should be very huge.

For some reason, Ying Tianchang put down the bun, and also took off the "peach blossom" he was carrying and held it in his hand.

Then, Ying Tianchang heard the sound of clothes rubbing against leaves, turned his head and saw a person walking out of the forest, and then turning back, another person stepped on the surface of the lake and came slowly, and then a whirlpool appeared on the surface of the lake, and the water flowed down one after another, and a person slowly got up from the lake.

The boy suddenly smelled a pungent aroma, this fragrance seemed familiar, but he had never smelled it before. A pair of slender arms gently wrapped around his body, Ying Tianchang was shocked, and when he wanted to get out, he found that he was weak.

The boy was embraced by a woman.

The back was squeezed softly, and the boy understood why the aroma was so familiar.

In the alley of Chang'an, the woman's rouge smell is also as dizzy as this.

"Now, I'm careless, Mr. Chen. The warm breath spit out in Ying Tianchang's ears, making his whole body numb, this is not a modification, but Ying Tianchang really felt that every skin on his body was trembling gently, and the soft touch behind him gradually disappeared under this trembling.

It's as if all the senses are gone. Ying Tianchang didn't want to do this, he wanted to bite his tongue, but he didn't know where his mouth was.

The young man's gaze began to wander, he saw Baozi biting his leg, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, and he also saw his Senior Brother Chen show an expression that he had never seen before. What does this expression mean, anger, remorse? Now he could not read it, and what was in front of him was only the product of his eyes, nose, and mouth coming together.

He didn't want that.

He looked at his Senior Brother Chen, and gradually stopped knowing who he was. A feeling rushed to the young man's heart, this is an indescribable emotion, even Ying Tianchang, who has a sound five senses, can't tell exactly what kind of feeling it is, standing straight between people, with the loneliness left behind from the ancient desolation.

This reminded the teenager of his years when he was single.

This made the teenager feel the urge to cry.

The boy closed his eyes, and darkness enveloped him.

What Ying Tianchang didn't see was that Chen Linan didn't have a smile on his face.

This weak scholar who seemed to be powerless directly reached out to snatch the drunken teenager in the woman's arms.

At this time, the woman smiled very enchantingly, and the peony bloomed just like that. There was an emotion similar to hatred in Chen Lin'an's eyes, this anger made her extremely satisfied, and the woman also understood that her sense of accomplishment at the moment came completely from the young man in her arms. Of course, she was not happy to let Chen Lin'an take back this young man so easily, with this young man in her hands, she would be able to know how out of shape Chen Yi and Chen Lin'an, who were known as the backbone of the Central Plains scholars, could be. Best, women want to see this backbone broken.

The woman held Ying Tianchang and jumped back, and at the same time, she opened her mouth, and a pink breath visible to the naked eye exhaled from her mouth.

After that breath left the woman's lips, Chen Lin'an's breeze blew away the breath, and the woman was not surprised by this at all, and she never hoped that her not-so-powerful trick could stop Chen Lin'an. The woman looked at Chen Lin'an, and she clearly felt that the breeze blowing out of Chen Lin'an's sleeve was getting colder and colder, making people feel like they were in winter.

The smile on her face turned into a smile, and in the face of the pressing Chen Lin'an, she led the young man to retreat.

Stopping Chen Linan was never something she should have considered.

Lu Jiatong, dressed as a fisherman, slapped the surface of the lake with the fishing rod in his hand, and the lake water rose up, forming a wave surging towards Chen Lin'an. The two people on the lake and the man walking in the forest shot at the same time and ran towards Chen Lin'an.

The rugged man who emerged from the lake framed Chen Lin'an's body, and the tall and thin man from the forest drove the grass and trees with a spell, entangled Chen Lin'an's legs, and the remaining man's fist glowed with a pale blue light and smashed into the weak scholar.

However, no one thought that this series of attacks would be useful to the scholars, even though there were already two people who were restricting Chen Lin'an's movements.

Sure enough, the man's fist could no longer advance an inch in front of Chen Lin'an, and all the strength was poured on the breeze around Chen Lin'an, which was the same as when Lu Jiatong corresponded to the sky before.

The man's face changed slightly, his fist touched the breeze, and he felt a cold like ice and a stinging pain like a blade.

Air-cold as a knife.

At this moment, everyone noticed the change in the wind and the direction of the wind, and then fled from Chen Lin'an.

With scholars as the center, hang a circle of storms.

The three people who attacked Chen Lin'an were instantly swept away, and many wounds appeared on their bodies, as if they had been cut by a sword.

Then, the storm collided with the waves, and the powerful impact swept through everyone.

It was as if a slanting rain had fallen in the whole forest.

When the water droplets fell, only Chen Lin'an stood in place, like a mountain peak independent of the world. Ying Tianchang, who was originally in the woman's arms, was lying on the ground behind the scholar at the moment.

The water droplets crumbled on the ground, dripping and dripping. Chen Lin'an stretched out his hand to wipe his face, inhaled and sighed, and slowly read out a few names.

"Elder of the Demon Gate, Lu Jiatong. ”

Lu Jiatong took off the hat and threw it into the lake.

"The Demon Gate Pure Heart Altar is the beginning of the secluded. ”

The woman laughed and trembled.

"Demon Gate Silent Valley, Qiao Shan. ”

The gruff man twisted his neck, his bones crunching.

"Demon Gate Qianding Mountain, Bamboo Pine Ping. ”

The tall, lanky man looked down at the cracks in his clothes that had just been cut by the storm, and his blood was slowly oozing from them. And looking at his expression, it seems that there is only a pity.

"Demon Gate, 'Three Knives' Yang Dingjiu. ”

The man who had just swung his fist at Chen Lin'an was facing away from the scholar, reached into the lake, and took out a long knife without a sheath.

"Why, one by one, the names of the slave family and others are recited to make us cast rat traps, afraid that your academy will settle accounts after the autumn?" Chu Yiyou raised her head, as if she had understood Chen Lin'an's thoughts clearly.

"Silly woman. Yang Dingjiu, who flicked the blade with his fingers, grinned, and the disdain in this smile was directed at Chu Yiyou, who was in the same door.

Chen Lin'an took another breath, and was about to speak, when the "three knives" Yang Dingjiu had already rushed over with a knife and slashed at the scholar's head: "Mr. Chen, I'm not interested in listening to your sage teachings!"

Chen Lin'an flicked his sleeves gently, and it was no longer a wisp of fresh breeze before, but a wall of wind visible to the naked eye standing in front of Chen Lin'an and Yang Dingjiu. Yang Dingjiu's knife was stuck straight in the wind wall.

"But if you don't want to hear, you won't reason with you. ”

Chen Lin'an's palm turned upward, and the wind wall that stuck Yang Dingjiu's long knife flowed into the palm of the scholar's hand, becoming a tangible and invisible ruler, the kind used by the master in the private school academy to hit the palm of his hand.

Chen Lin'an raised his head, his pupils were filled with a mighty righteousness between heaven and earth at this time, and he looked at the five people of the Demon Gate, as if they were not in front of him.

Lu Jiatong and the five of them all had smiles on their faces.

At this point, everyone knew that the temptation was truly over in this second.

Compared to others, Yang Dingjiu is a well-known martial arts idiot in the Demon Gate, and even he himself feels that this fanaticism will kill him one day, either at the hands of a master or at his own hands. Unlike the other three people recruited by Lu Jiatong, Yang Dingjiu came here completely because he wanted to come. If he died, he should die at the hands of Chen Lin'an. Yang Dingjiu felt sincerely. Of course, standing here, he felt that it might be better to die at the hands of Li Qinglian, after all, Li Qinglian was a person from the rivers and lakes, and Chen Linan was just a teacher, and he didn't even have a reputation. But in these days, and for these people, what is fame? If the hypocrites who sell their fame and reputation are wasps, then the court is the biggest hornet's nest in the world. It is a blessing in the world to be able to die at the hands of Chen Lin'an. It's just that Yang Dingjiu, who has raised his knife and slashed again, occasionally still thinks about who is stronger between his own knife and Li Qinglian's sword?

Yang Dingjiu had a number in his heart, he waved a long knife in his arm to weave a dense and disorderly net in front of his eyes, although there were countless trees at the end of this net that were cut into powder, but Chen Lin'an, who was close in front of him, blocked his slashes one by one with the ring ruler condensed by the breeze in his hand, and it was seamless.

Although he has the nickname of "Three Knives" in the eyes of the world, he can be compared with the "Three Immortals" Li Qinglian, and he will only laugh and be generous, as for his own knife ...... Yang Dingjiu suddenly remembered a certain junior who died in his hands, the knife technique was sparse like a person who ate a bad stomach and pulled, but he could still stand on the top of the mountain and ask the knife in the sky. The young man may have just been young and frivolous, and he had just risen up on a good hill. But in the eyes of himself passing by in the distance, he clearly saw his sword intent breaking through the sky, which was a kind of indomitable knife path.

Yang Dingjiu was very envious of the young man at that time, he had never practiced the knife by himself so far, and he had never had that kind of time. So, Yang Dingjiu slashed the first of his "three knives" towards that mountain peak, and the young man died.

So at this moment, Yang Dingjiu's hand holding the knife felt more and more powerless. And his expression was indifferent, and there was even a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

The reason why his sword can stand above many people is only because he is willing to devote all his time to practicing it. Yang Dingjiu has always thought that his knife is clumsy and has no aura. In front of Chen Lin'an, he felt even more so. Yang Dingjiu himself knows his humility, and it can even be said that he has some inferiority. Therefore, Yang Dingjiu was a little glad that he was facing Chen Lin'an instead of Li Qinglian, and his sword was not worthy of the eyes of the Sword Immortal.

"Three knives" Yang Dingjiu has three knives in this world, and he wants to show Mr. Chen one by one, if he can kill Mr. Chen, Dingjiu will feel that he is qualified to take these three knives to meet Mr. Chen's junior brother, the sword immortal Li Qinglian.

As for gluttony or not, it has nothing to do with him Yang Dingjiu.

Therefore, at the end of the big net, Yang Dingjiu swung a knife, and he looked at Chen Lin'an, just like he looked at the top of the mountain at the foot of the mountain that day.

This knife has no momentum, and it seems that everyone can swing it.

Chen Lin'an took a step back, and he could already feel the soreness coming from his arm. The scholar's sigh is very natural, coming out with the wind, among the senior brothers, he is the least good at martial arts.

Scholars once listened to Li Qinglian tell a lot of things about the rivers and lakes in the small pavilion on the cliffside of the mountain outside the academy, Chen Lin'an remembered the days and nights of the countless days and nights, it was sunny or rainy outside the pavilion, he remembered the spirit of the fledgling Li Qinglian in the pavilion, and he also remembered everything Li Qinglian said. Among them, there are "three knives", Yang Dingjiu.

Li Qinglian said that the reason why Yang Dingjiu is called "three knives" is not because he really took three knives, but because he has three knife moves at the bottom of the box.

One knife heavy, one knife heavy.

There is also a knife, Li Qinglian's original words are that if Yang Dingjiu is called "a knife", it will be worthy of the name.

It is ridicule and praise, Chen Lin'an knows that his third junior brother said this, in fact, there is more praise.

And the knife that Yang Dingjiu is swinging now, Chen Lin'an is estimated to be the heavy move knife that Li Qinglian said.

There are no bells and whistles in this knife.

If a person practices the knife from morning to night, only practicing one style, practicing more than 10,000 times a day, practicing for 20 years or more, when facing the enemy, this style is naturally the most dangerous knife, and for him himself, it is extremely skilled and natural, and it is also an extremely confident knife. There is the same truth in the book, read the book a hundred times and see the righteousness, so Chen Lin'an understands the power of this knife. But the scholar had nothing else, and still used the ring ruler condensed by the breeze in his hand to block this knife.

At the same time that Yang Dingjiu took out the knife, the other four people of the Demon Gate also moved, but they did not go towards Chen Lin'an.

Yang Dingjiu was never in the Demon Gate's plan, and everyone knew that Yang Dingjiu was not the kind of person who would obey at all.

But knowing that the martial idiot Yang Dingjiu would inevitably make a killing move against Chen Lin'an, this was enough.

This was enough to pester Chen Lin'an and distract him.

The purpose of Lu Jiatong and the four was never to kill Chen Lin'an.

Chu Yiyou, Qiao Shan, and Zhu Songping cooperated with Lu Jiatong to set up a formation in the formation, and by the time Yang Dingjiu swung this knife, it was already done.

Mr. Study, after all, he underestimated the rivers and lakes, and underestimated the sinister rivers and lakes.

The water of the lake suddenly boiled, like water in a pot being boiled.

Chen Lin'an's body sank, and he almost knelt on the ground.

A huge octopus-like tentacle suddenly burst out of the lake, rolling up the unconscious Ying Tianchang and then retracting into the lake.

The bun bit the leg of Ying Tianchang's pants, and one was swept away.

Chen Lin'an rushed to the tentacles.

Yang Dingjiu's knife was already in front of him.