"It's him!the one in black!" The pig's head heard Lu Yuan's laughter, looked up, and was about to get angry, but when he saw Yang Jue beside Lu Yuan again, he was even more angry, pointing at Yang Jue and saying angrily.

Hearing this, a middle-aged man wearing a brocade and gold gown, leather binding, and a black ironwood hairpin crown came out of the crowd. The man's figure is somewhat ...... Fat, yes, with a big waist and a beard, if it weren't for the neat black hair, Lu Yuan couldn't help but roar "Zhang Fei". I saw that the man was holding a thick-backed gilt Miaolong machete in his left hand, and his eyes were staring at Yang Jue beside Lu Yuan, but there was some sense of not being angry and arrogant.

"Boy, you beat my son into a pig's head?" the middle-aged man raised his chin and asked Yang Jue.

"Who are you?" Yang Jue frowned slightly, this attitude of raising his chin and asking questions made him very unhappy.

"Lin'an Golden Knife King Zhu Falcon, the pig-headed face next to him is my son Zhu Yan. Zhu Falcon pointed to the pig's head next to him and said.

"It turned out to be the Golden Sword King Zhu Mansion, disrespectful and disrespectful. I don't know if Zhu Gongzi can tell the whole story?" Lu Yuan heard this, bowed his hand to Zhu Falcon, and turned his head to ask Zhu Yan, who had a pig's head.

The Golden Knife King Zhu Mansion is the title of the Golden Knife King who was given the title of the Golden Knife King after the founding of the dynasty after the founding of the dynasty. Today's Golden Sword King is the third generation, although it is not up to the third class, but it is also a first-class top martial arts family in the local area, and there is also the imperial court as the background. Therefore, when Lu Yuan heard that it was the contemporary Golden Sword King in person, he also gave three points of courtesy.

"Aren't you in the same group as the kid behind you?" Zhu Yan asked inarticulately.

"What if it's a gang? What if it's not a gang? I have to explain the ins and outs of the matter clearly, so that I can know who is right and who is wrong, and whether I should help or help my relatives. Lu Yuan asked with a smile.

"No need, in the realm of Lin'an City, there is no reason why my Golden Sword King Zhu family has been bullied. If you don't know about it, it means that you are not involved, so go to the side and don't meddle with it. Zhu Falcon glanced at Lu Yuan lightly and said in a tough tone. Hearing this, Lu Yuan shook his head slightly. If he knew who Yang Jue was, I am afraid that the Golden Sword King would be eager to cut off his tongue at this moment.

"What a big breath. Don't say that your son can't tease my sister, but let people besiege her and be hit by me, even if nothing happens, I will bully your son, what can you do with me?" Sure enough, Yang Jue sneered and slowly walked downstairs.

"Brother Yang, the Golden Sword King is for you, and I'll help you solve it, little minion. Lu Yuan shook his head slightly when he heard this, and took the initiative to propose a plan.

"Okay, there's Brother Lao Lu. Yang Jue was not polite, pinched his wrist, and rushed down with a fist. Seeing this, the Golden Sword King Zhu Falcon sneered, picked up the machete with his right hand and slashed forward, the knife was strong, and the four or five steps of wooden ladders in front of him were split. It just so happened that Yang Jue had already rushed to him, jumped up, and smashed the Golden Sword King's face door with a straight fist.

Seeing this, the corners of the Golden Knife King Zhu Falcon's mouth hooked, his left hand suddenly moved forward, and he opened his palm to catch a punch, and at the same time, the golden knife in his right hand was scooped up and swept over. When Yang Jue's right fist touched Zhu Falcon's left palm, Zhu Falcon's originally smiling face suddenly stiffened, and then he heard a not very crisp sound of bone cracking, and Zhu Falcon's left palm turned back abnormally. The pain of bone cracking, ordinary people can hardly bear it, this Zhu Falcon is also ruthless enough, holding on to the severe pain and clenching his teeth, his right hand suddenly sped up his strength, wanting to split Yang Jue in half, and at this moment Yang Jue has not yet landed in mid-air, and because his right fist hit Zhu Falcon's left palm, the whole person's forward trend is slow, and there is a moment of stagnation, Zhu Falcon is aiming at this opportunity.

Seeing that the knife was coming, all of a sudden, Yang Jue's left foot stretched out at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and it was near the Zhu Falcon vein. Because he was wearing a leather wrist guard on his wrist, Zhu Falcon's right hand acupuncture point was not hit, but the short-distance strength burst out, but it made his right hand slow, and the thick-backed golden knife itself was bulky, and he couldn't grasp it for a while, and fell to the ground with a "clang". At this time, Yang Jue landed, but because of the heavy fall, he crushed the sixth-order plank and landed on the ground again. Only then did he have to separate from the golden knife king Zhu Falcon, Zhu Falcon's forehead was sweating, and his right hand couldn't care about the golden knife that fell to the ground, so he hurriedly grabbed his left palm and broke it out, and put his wrist back in place. But at this moment, the severe pain made him can't help but snort, and it took a long time before he gasped for breath.

"What are you doing in a daze, give it to me!" Zhu Falcon roared, and the twenty or thirty family members who followed behind him immediately pounced on Yang Jue. Seeing this, Lu Yuan hurriedly went down in a fish-fishing style, threw the nearest family member to the ground, pointed at the Jiquan point in his right hand, and turned around with his left elbow to bombard the Qi sea in the middle of the family Ding, and the person flew out like a stone cannon, knocking over the person who followed closely behind, and fell to the ground.

Seeing that more and more people were surrounding the staircase, Lu Yuan simply raised his foot and kicked people, kicking one by one, and the people who were close to Lu Yuan's leg length flew back at a faster speed. For a moment, a small circle of open space was cleared at the staircase. At this time, Yang Jue leisurely picked off the sawdust on his body and walked out.

Seeing that the thirty people brought with him fell six or seven in an instant, the Golden Sword King Zhu Falcon realized that something was wrong. Although the general charlatans will also have some kung fu, most of them win with skill. Like Yang Jue, who punches himself with his left palm inside, don't say that the younger generation, even if they are the same generation, except for the heads of the first, second, and third forces, few people can do it; and like Lu Yuan, who kicked people away with a very rough kick, and kicked five or six people in a row, how much strength did it take? As soon as he thought of this, Zhu Falcon hurriedly asked:

"Who are you?"

Seeing that Zhu Falcon finally thought of asking someone, Lu Yuan gathered his feet and looked at Yang Jue, who walked to his side. Yang Jue nodded slightly, and then said:

"Yang Jue, the contemporary saint of the Demon Cloud Mountain General Altar Holy Sect. ”

"Ah, the Holy Son of the Demon Gate General Altar!" Hearing Yang Jue's words, Zhu Falcon's cold sweat that had already stopped came out again, each of the five realms of the Demon Gate was comparable to the existence of a first-class force, and Demon Cloud Mountain was even known as the Demon Gate General Altar. The imperial court and the rivers and lakes have always not interfered with each other, so the Golden Sword Palace, which is backed by the imperial court, does not care about good or evil when making friends with the forces of the rivers and lakes, but only looks at the strength. Now he suddenly told the Golden Sword King that the person he kept saying that he wanted to give an explanation just now turned out to be the Holy Son of the Demon Gate, how could he not be surprised?

After the shock, the Golden Sword King looked back at Zhu Yan, whose left face was swollen like a pig's head, and his right hand, which was not injured, suddenly waved a backhand slap, only to hear a crisp "pop" sound, and Zhu Yan, who was still in a daze, instantly spun in place two and a half times. After he stood still, Lu Yuan looked over again and couldn't help but burst into a burst of shocking laughter......