"Master, you are Junbao's eldest disciple, I didn't expect it to be so big, hurry up!" With a flick of the sleeves of his robe, Fang Zhixing helped him up. Ignoring the doubts in the eyes of some people, he asked Song Yuanqiao again: "I haven't seen you for many years, is your master okay?" and asked about his disciple's recent situation.

Although Song Yuanqiao is Zhang Sanfeng's eldest disciple, because Zhang Sanfeng was a late apprentice, Fang Zhixing had already lived in seclusion when he apprenticed, so he had not actually seen the master who the master often talked about, only according to the portrait in the door and Fang Cai's words, he guessed that the old man in front of him was his ancestor. Hearing Fang Zhixing's reply, and feeling the strength from the sleeves of the other party's robe, he was even more convinced in his heart, and replied: "Master is fine, but I haven't seen Master for many years, and I miss it very much in my heart. If you hear the news of your ancestor, you will be overjoyed!"

Nodding, Fang Zhixing was also happy in his heart, and was about to say a few more words to Song Yuanqiao, but when he saw that the elders of the Beidou Sword Sect and the Huashan Sect had already come to pay their respects, he had to stop for the time being and greet these people one by one. He is very senior, and he has a great relationship with these two factions, and for a while, the figures in the hall floated, and it was full of salutes, and even Xian Yutong's hijacking of the head of Huashan seemed to be left behind by everyone.

Seeing this scene, Xian Yutong couldn't help but feel uneasy. The reason why he took the risk to kidnap the head of Huashan, in addition to letting others throw rat traps, was to try to escape when the Huashan faction was leaderless, and now seeing that Fang Zhixing had the potential to lead the three factions after revealing his identity, how could he let go of the new one. Seeing that everyone in the hall was slightly exposed because of their visit to Fang Zhixing, Xian Yutong held the head of Huashan hostage and quietly walked towards the door, trying to escape without alarming everyone.

However, although he was careful in his behavior, he couldn't stop Hu Qingniu, Wang Nangu and others from staring at him. These people didn't have to think much about it, they guessed Xian Yutong's plan and shouted loudly. For a while, everyone in the audience didn't have time to salute one by one, so they focused their attention on the two of them again. Even if the threat of the Golden Silkworm Gu Poison was not too close, it surrounded them again. There is no more gap.

"Xian Yutong, the ancestor is here, you don't want to be arrested by the old man, do you want him to take action in person?" confirmed Fang Zhixing's identity, and the middle-aged dwarf of the Huashan faction was excited, and in turn began to persecute Xian Yutong, using Fang Zhixing's prestige, so that Xian Yutong would not resist in vain.

However, although he had such an idea, he didn't notice that Fang Zhixing had not been out for decades. Fame has long since faded into oblivion. The middle-aged dwarf is a higher senior, and he is a little older, and he has heard his master and ancestor mention Fang Zhixing and know his prestige. But in Xian Yutong's generation, only a few related people know, that is, Xian Yutong, a disciple who was once pinned on by the Huashan faction, although he knew the name Fang Zhixing, he didn't have any impression. Naturally, there is no reverence. It was because of the threat hidden in the words of this middle-aged dwarf, and Xian Yutong didn't pay attention to it at all.

"Uncle Shi. It's useless to say more, please get out of the way, otherwise you will blame the disciple for being ruthless!" tightened the fan in his hand, and Xian Yutong said coldly. Seeing that the longer the time dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for him, he was anxious in his heart, and stepped up his persecution to try to get out.

"You...... You...... Unreasonable!" I heard the answer that was not clear. The middle-aged dwarf was so angry that he scolded loudly. He originally wanted to surrender without a fight, so that Xian Yutong could be captured, but he didn't expect this usually extremely shrewd teacher and nephew to be so stubborn, and he stopped persuading at the moment. Asked Fang Zhixing: "Master, the disciple is incompetent, please punish the master!"

Fang Zhixing had already ignored mundane affairs, where would he punish him, I saw him frowning slightly, and said lightly: "If you know that you are incompetent, don't hurry up and do it!" But let this middle-aged dwarf go to catch Xian Yutong by himself.

When the middle-aged dwarf heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned, wanting to say that the head of the family was being held hostage, the golden silkworm Gu was poisonous, etc., but he felt speechless for a while. After all, Fang Zhixing is old, not to mention that he has been in seclusion for a long time, not to mention how many percent of his martial arts have left, even if he has something bigger than this, he will not easily make a move, let alone such disputes between juniors. Thinking of this, he felt that he seemed to be too optimistic just now, seeing that Xian Yu was approaching step by step, and everyone in the hall was staring at him tightly because of Fang Zhixing's words, he couldn't help but think about it, gritted his teeth, and said to the tall middle-aged man: "Senior brother, you are sweeping the formation next to you, and watch the senior brother capture the rebels." "Pull out the knife and stride towards Xianyutong.

Xian Yutong never expected that under his own persecution, this middle-aged dwarf would forcibly capture him. He knew very well that although his uncle was not very good at his brain, his martial arts were far beyond his reach, and when he saw him getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but be anxious, dancing the folding fan, and shouting: "Uncle Shi, aren't you afraid of the Golden Silkworm Gu Poison?"

The middle-aged dwarf was naturally afraid, but before he could think of how to answer, someone behind him took it for him: "It's just a golden silkworm Gu poison, what's there to be afraid of." Xian Yutong, have you forgotten who saved you back then? With my micro-end medical skills, I can still detoxify this poison, not to mention Master Fang's old man, you should hurry up and catch him!" But Hu Qingniu was afraid that the middle-aged dwarf would hesitate, and said loudly.

Xian Yutong was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Hu Qingniu was referring to, but the middle-aged dwarf was relieved when he heard this: "Yes, Master Fang is not only outstanding in martial arts, but also has excellent medical skills, with his old man, what am I worried about? I asked him to make a move just now, no wonder he was said to be 'incompetent'!" Thinking of this, he was very annoyed in his heart, and there was a trace of ease, and with a single wave of the knife in his hand, he had already attacked Xian Yutong.

This move was unexpected, and it can be said that it was extremely sudden. Hearing the howling of the knife wind, Xian Yutong didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly waved his fan to meet it. However, just halfway through, he was already shouting "not good" in his heart, but it was the middle-aged dwarf who turned his blade halfway and slashed towards his left shoulder, while Xian Yutong was limited to impure skills, and it was too late to change his moves. In a panic, he grabbed the head of Huashan with his left hand, and suddenly pushed forward, facing the middle-aged dwarf's single knife.

"Despicable!", "Shameless!", "Scum!...... Seeing this scene, the people of the Huashan faction couldn't help but scold. Originally, it was already despicable for Xian Yu to conspire to kill his senior brother and hold his master hostage, but at this time, he pushed his master out as a shield, which made everyone even more indignant. Some people who were in a hurry even took out weapons and hidden weapons, and attacked Xian Yutong, wanting to rescue their own head and clean up the portal. (To be continued.) )