Meeting room.

Zhang Nianshan's expression suddenly changed suddenly, because a person appeared in front of the gate who should never have appeared at this time.

"Don't worry, go back to your room!" he said hurriedly.

"Wait. Bai Yingfei, the city lord of Tianyin City, also saw the young man behind him, so he smiled and beckoned, "Young Master Xia is extraordinary, he studies hard, and he may be my colleague in the future." ”

"Oh, a gentleman holds a sword instead of a scroll, that's your fault. He laughed, but he also saw the sword in Xia Wuwu's hand.

The sword was not at all intimidating in the hands of such a scholar, and he was already standing at the young man's side.

Looking back at Zhang Nianshan again, he said lightly: "Brother Zhang, how are you thinking about it? I just want you to use the Wind Sword Technique to popularize it as a training technique for the soldiers in my city, so as to enhance your combat power." ”

"It's for your sake to train soldiers and strengthen the city's defense capabilities. ”

"Otherwise, it would not be good to be such a weak and uncontrollable son, as well as that delicate little beauty, if you encounter bandits on the road at night. ”

Zhang Nianshan, who was sitting in the middle of the hall, said coldly: "The law is not spread, this is the first door rule of my Langjian Sect, does the White City Lord want me to take the lead in violating the rules?"

"The popularization you want is just to get the appreciation of the nobles in the hunt of the Northland Inurong after March, and then go one step further and leave this desolate Tianyin City, right?"

He said loudly: "You want to be promoted and make a fortune and find your own way, but if you want to deceive my Langjian faction, I'm afraid you think too much, right?!"

"Hai'er, send off!"

The words have come to an end.

If you continue to talk about it, it will be unpleasant, so it's better not to say it.

"Yes!" Zheng Hai replied.

Then with a bang, the long sword was unsheathed, and he said sharply: "White City Lord... Please!"

As soon as the word please fell, the sword in his hand had already slashed out like a blast wind, drawing a half-moon cold light in the air, and the defenseless Zhang Nianshan didn't even make a sound, and his head flew up.

Soar into the air.

His eyes were still slightly narrowed, apparently pondering what was to come.

It's just that this sword is too sudden, and behind him is the eldest disciple he trusts, half of his son who has been teaching him since he was seven years old.

This son, at this time, swung a sword behind his back.

Then he grabbed his hair, laughed and walked towards the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes in the audience.

"Zheng Zhangjiao!" Bai Yingfei also laughed, and the two seemed to be very familiar.

It happened so suddenly that no one could have imagined it.

"Father!!" Zhang Hanyu was stunned for a moment, and then shouted loudly with a mournful voice.

"The dog thief surnamed Zheng, take your life!" he took a deep breath, and the long sword was drawn, and there was a faint sense of wind around his body, and the invisible wind wrapped around the sword body, bringing up the dust on the ground and spinning faintly, like a whirlpool.

He's about to hit.

Bai Yingfei suddenly said coldly: "Zhang Hanyu, you have thought about it, but you want to go against the entire Tianyin City?"

"I... I'm going to kill this ungrateful dog thief!"

However, before he could finish his sentence, a cold sword was pressed against his back.

Zhang Hanyu turned his head and saw that it was a junior disciple in the door.

But the brother was not afraid, and looked at him.

"Why?"

The junior brother suppressed his anger and said, "I've been in the beginner for ten years, but I haven't been taught advanced exercises by your eccentric old immortal father, why?

"This is the way to treat apprentices?! He clearly says that he treats everyone equally, but he is so hypocritical!"

Zhang Hanyu was about to speak, but saw that nearly half of the disciples in the door drew their swords and stood on the necks of the disciples beside him.

The situation is clear, and the general trend is gone.

I just hate that I didn't see through the wolf ambition of Zheng Hai, a dog thief, earlier!

Zhang Hanyu sighed, and reluctantly put down the sword in his hand, he couldn't fight anymore, unless he really wanted to die.

A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, one day...

However, there are still fish that slip through the net.

For example, the little junior sister Ming Momo, she is like a butterfly wearing flowers, stepping on the wall extremely sensitively, her legs are strong, and a goose yellow fragrance floats in the air.

She's going to save people!

At least let Xia Wuwu get out of here!

She understands how hated this adopted son, who is usually a playboy and doesn't know martial arts, but is pampered by the master.

Even if Bai Yingfei didn't kill him and Zheng Hai didn't kill him, those disciples would never bypass him.

The greetings on weekdays actually have nothing to do with the love and hate in the heart!

"Don't worry, run, run!" her figure soared, perhaps because it was the little junior sister, the rebellious disciples in the door did not stop her.

But Zheng Hai made a move, although he relied on a sneak attack, it did not mean that the sword in his hand was dull.

His sword is not only not blunt, but also fast.

The eleventh style of the Tempest Sword Technique, he has long been proficient in his chest, although he has not yet mastered the essence of the gods, but he can also use it.

With a wave of his sleeve, the long sword in his hand was like a cold star mixed in the raging wind.

"Ahh

Behind him, how can he retreat at this time...

Bite!

The two are staggered.

With a crisp sound, the long sword in Ming Momo's hand had broken at the waist.

The wind accumulates power at one point, and the penetration is extremely strong, which is also the most classic sword in the wind swordsmanship, called "Immortal Guidance".

Zheng Hai showed a smug smile, the long sword was raised horizontally, the tip of the sword was only half a foot away from her skin, and it only needed to be slightly advanced, and the fragrance would disappear.

Ming Momo's eyes showed a look of horror, after all, she was just a little girl, although the sword had not been stabbed, it made her feel cold all over, especially in her throat... It's already aching.

"Senior brother, let Xia Wuwu go, okay..."She suddenly pleaded.

Zheng Hai's face sank, and the sword body flipped over, and it was a slap, drawing a red mark on her cheek.

"It's called the master!"

The little sister had tears in her eyes, and she almost fell off.

"Palm... Sect leader, please let Xia Gongzi go..."

"Okay. Hahaha..."Zheng Hai burst out laughing.

And in the living room, those rebellious disciples also shouted loudly directly.

"Zheng Zhangjiao!"

"Zheng Zhangjiao!"

Ming Momo is not stupid, although this person promised her, but she can clearly distinguish what it means to lie and what it means to disagree.

So he slowly retreated.

Zheng Hai sneered, like a cat teasing a mouse, and the long sword followed.

Whoever takes a step back, the sword takes a step forward.

In the blink of an eye, Ming Momo had already retreated in front of Xia Wuwu.

The latter was looking at the head of the person who was thrown aside at random, the head of the old man Zhang...

That's nice... In the future, no one will urge you to study.

That's great.

However, his eyes were also a little moist.

Suddenly, a heavy force pushed him back.

Then came the screams of the little sister: "Run, run! They won't let you go!"