When Xuan Qi followed Xia Lingshuang to Qingxu and Xiao Zhan's tent, it was already nightfall. Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info five tents in a circle, with a roaring bonfire lit in the middle.

Hua Tai Sui occupies a tent alone, Qingxu and Xiao Zhan live together, the other two are naturally occupied by the disciples of the three people, and Xia Lingshuang's master and servant naturally share one.

Qingxu arranged Xuanqi in his disciple's tent and called a disciple to take Xuanqi out. That disciple is a little Taoist priest with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and Xuanqi is the same age, claiming to be the youngest disciple of Qingxu, and the Taoist name is a word, this time he came out with Qingxu to see the world.

This is a chatter, and in the short few steps before the tent, he has already introduced himself in detail, as well as the two senior brothers in the same tent. It seems that Qingxu gave this little Taoist priest a word of the Tao name, just to let him say less.

When Xuan Qi walked into the tent, sure enough, there were only two Taoist priests in the tent. The middle-aged Taoist priest has a long hair, quite a bit of charm of pure emptiness, but he is the head of the Shangqing Palace, the eldest disciple of the Taoist Enlightenment, the young Taoist priest is the seventh disciple of the pure void, but he is as his name suggests, when he sees Xuan Qi coming in, he just clasps his fists and salutes, and when he says hello, he doesn't say a word.

Xuan Qi didn't see Xiao Zhan's disciple, and the little Taoist took the initiative to talk about it. It turns out that Xiao Zhan, the god of war, has always liked to be alone, and he is happy to be idle, but he likes to sneak into rich families and eunuchs to steal food, money, etc., so he is naturally reluctant to bring his disciples to watch the play.

Of course, most of the things that Xiao Zhan stole were given to poor people, except for a small part of the food he ate for himself. There is another honorific chivalrous beggar for Xiao Zhan in the rivers and lakes, but he is more well-known than the beggar of the Hundred Battles.

It was night, but Xuan Qi was tortured by a little Taoist priest until midnight before falling asleep in a daze. Yiwu and Yijing thought that they had been in battle for a long time, and they had long been accustomed to the words of a word, but they snored early.

Xuan Qi was dazed, but was woken up by a loud scream. When I got up, it was not yet dawn. When the four of them walked out of the tent, there were more than a dozen torches burning outside the tent, but An Haishan rushed over with a group of disciples overnight. Most of the people in the tents were also out of the tents.

Xuan Qi saw the tightly wrapped humanoid package on the ground, and naturally guessed that it was An Qingzong's corpse, and suddenly his head was big, and he knew that trouble was coming.

Sure enough, Liao Bufan saw Xuan Qi come out of the tent, but he whispered a few words in An Haishan's ear. An Haishan's tiger eyes widened, and he screamed bitterly: "Give back my son's life!" His hands were like eagle claws, and he was already rushing towards Xuan Qi.

Xuan Qi was shocked, it was too late to dodge, so he immediately pulled out his sword and stabbed towards An Haishan. An Haishan's hideous face was in front of him in a blink of an eye, but with a flick of his fingers, it was already flicked on the Xuanqi Sword. Xuan Qi felt that the long sword trembled, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he flew out of his hand.

An Haishan's claws are like hooks, but they are directly hitting Xuanqi's eyes and throat, and if he is hit, he will definitely die.

Xuan Qi felt a chill in his heart, so he could only close his eyes and wait for death. But he heard a bang, but it was Xiao Zhan who made a move, and his palms stopped in front of Xuan Qi, and he was already facing An Haishan's hands.

An Haishan was blocked and retreated, and he was furious in his heart, and said, "My old name is Huazi, and you are also here to take care of my Anjiabao affairs?"

Xiao Zhan was naturally not afraid, and said, "An Haishan, the old beggar is not afraid of you." What can you do?"

An Haishan was furious, secretly operating his internal force, his palms had turned dark gold in an instant, and he said angrily: "Then An Mou will first come to learn the mastery of Gang Leader Xiao." ”

An Haishan was about to rush up, but he heard a "Slow!" sounded, but it was Qingxu Lao Dao who had stopped in front of him. An Haishan was even more angry, and asked coldly: "Brother Qingxu Dao is also going to flow into the troubled waters of Anjiabao?"

Qingxu naturally knew the pain of An Haishan's loss of his son, and he didn't want to stimulate An Haishan's emotions anymore, so he said at the moment: "Lord Anbao is angry, and listen to the old way." ”

An Haishan saw that Qingxu and Xiao Zhan were both stopped in front of him, and he knew that he was not the opponent of either of them, let alone the two of them together, and his heart calmed down a little, but he stared at Qingxu and said nothing.

Qingxu said: "The main day of Anbao mourns the change! For Ling Lang's death, Lao Dao is also very sad. ”

An Haishan saw that Qingxu was so kind of talkative, but it was not good to vent his anger on Qingxu, so he could only continue to listen at the moment.

"Lao Dao and Xiao Gang Leader have investigated the cause of Ling Lang's death, it was purely an accident, and there are still heroes in the world who can testify. The lord of Anbao should know the old way and never speak. ”

An Haishan replied coldly: "No matter what, this Qi Si must pay for my son Qingzong's life!"

"If the Lord of Anbao kills Qi Si, won't he make the world's heroes laugh!"

"An only son of Qingzong, but now he is a white-haired person sending a black-haired person. An Mou has no worries, how can he be afraid of being laughed at?" An Haishan was a little choked, and his words were sad, but he suddenly turned around and said sharply: "An Mou will take Qi Sigou's life! Brother Qingxu Dao also please step aside, don't be an enemy of An Mou for an irrelevant thief!"

Qingxu sighed, and before he could speak, An Haishan thought of the tragic death of his only son, but his eyes were already red, and he shouted: "Get out of the way!" After speaking, he had already slammed Qingxu with a palm, but he was about to forcibly rush over and kill Xuan Qi.

Qingxu saw that An Haishan was angry in his palm, and his palm was fierce, but he didn't dare to slack off, his hands were falsely reported into a circle, and his right hand was pushed forward, which was already patted on An Haishan's palm, and he pulled a belt along the way, and immediately dissolved An Haishan's palm power. used a trick to attract qi to the east.

An Haishan stumbled, almost fell, and was even more angry in his heart, knowing that he was angry, but he accidentally fell into the way of this old Taoist.

An Haishan calmed down a little, and said with an angry smile: "Qingxu Old Dao, are you really going to be an enemy of An?"

Qingxu hugged his fists and said: "Lord Anbao, the old way is just a matter of facts, and there is no favoritism. ”

"Needless to say, look at the move!" An Haishan finished speaking, his palms were already upright, and the flowing gold and gravel were like raging waves, and they were already rushing out. Qingxu patted it with his right hand, but it was a move and a gas to turn into three clears, and a triple palm shadow flashed in an instant, which was already catching An Haishan's palms.

Qingxu knew that An Haishan's beloved son was at the beginning of his death, and his heart was broken, but he didn't want to be too irritated by him, adhering to the spirit of Lao Tzu's inaction, but he only made a move to resolve it, and did not attack.

The two sides have come and gone, and more than a dozen rounds have passed. An Haishan attacked with a violent rage, and his palm power was strong, but his internal strength was slightly better than An Haishan's, although he did not take the initiative to attack, but he could also block An Haishan's palms.

An Haishan couldn't attack for a long time, and his heart was even more irritable, and under the infusion of internal force, his palms had turned from gold to purple, and he slowly exuded a trace of purple qi.