In the Taoist view, the chaotic footsteps came from far to near, quickly approaching the mountain gate. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Listening to this voice, there must have been a lot of people, which made the two Daoists who confronted Jian Chen greatly relieved.

"Why is Xiaoxiao, dare to come to my Pure Yang Sword Palace to make trouble?"

Before anyone arrived, the sound had arrived, and an explosion suddenly sounded in the sky, which was terrifying.

"Uncle Wu, here!"

When the two Taoists heard this, they were immediately overjoyed, and they raised their heads to the sky and shouted.

Jian Chen's face was also a little more solemn, this person had still appeared, so he took the lead, but his skill was not low.

Just as he was thinking about it, a figure burst out from the doorway, and the three people at the door only felt a strong wind blowing in their faces, and when they calmed down again, there was already one more person in the field.

But he is a middle-aged Taoist priest with a slightly chubby body.

Jian Chen noticed that the neckline of this Taoist robe was embroidered with a small word "Xiu".

This made his eyes narrow slightly, could this person happen to be from the Shura Palace?

"Uncle Wu!"

Seeing the person who came, the two gatekeepers hurriedly bowed down and saluted, it seems that this person's status in the sect must not be low.

The slightly chubby Taoist surnamed Wu snorted, and a pair of sharp eyes had already turned to Jian Chen, and shouted: "Boy, who are you who dare to come to my Sword Palace to make trouble?"

Jian Chen's head drooped slightly, and he said secretly: "Are all Taoist priests such hot people now?"

But he didn't show anything on his face, he still bowed as before, and said: "The disciples of Wu Yuan Zhenren in the Lower Sword Shrine came today, not because of a trouble, but to see the Soul Burning True Person of the Shura Hall Master of your palace. ”

The Taoist surnamed Wu was not as furious as the two gatekeepers, but was stunned for a moment and hesitated: "You want to see my master, what is the matter?"

As he was talking, many Taoist priests rushed out of the door, old and young, fat and thin, and swept roughly, there were dozens of people, almost standing outside the originally wide mountain gate.

Jian Chen took a look, if today's events were not explained, I was afraid that he would not even be able to enter the door.

Anyway, he turned his heart sideways and said bluntly: "There is a friend below who is seriously injured, and after being instructed by a master, he must borrow the Brahma Hanmang Sword of the Soul Burning True Person to live." ”

"I hope this Taoist leader...... Accommodating and accommodating, reciprocating!"

He finished speaking in one breath and bowed with great sincerity.

After a long time, he didn't get a response, and he only felt that the air around him suddenly dropped a lot with the exit of his Brahma cold mang.

I couldn't help but raise my head a little strangely, and was shocked to find that the faces of the dozens of Pure Yang Sword Palace disciples present, including those surnamed Wu Daoists, were extremely cold.

Seeing this, Jian Chen was surprised: "Daoist Wu, why are you doing this?"

He is not a fool, how can he not understand the hostility in the eyes of these people on the other side?

Although I knew that this trip would definitely not be easy, I didn't expect that just mentioning Brahma Hanmang outside the mountain gate, everyone actually reacted in general, as if they were facing a great enemy.

His question was unanswered for a while, and the atmosphere in the air became lower and lower until it fell to freezing.

Zheng!

I didn't see any movement from Wu Daoren, the long sword behind him jumped suddenly, and when it reappeared, it was already in his hand.

"Thief, your dog is so brave and fat that he dares to come!"

He tore his throat hoarsely, gritted his teeth and squeezed out word by word, the expression on his face changed uncertainly, one moment cold, and the other he actually showed a sad face.

"Daoist Wu......" Jian Chen was stunned, and couldn't help but say: "It's the first time I've come to the door, how dare I say it?"

"Hugh has to quibble!"

Wu Dao's figure suddenly staggered, staggered out the sword intent, the cold light was sheng, and shouted: "Look at the sword!"

As soon as the sword came out, the Dao Dao sword intent wandered on it, and there was a sense of Senluo.

Jian Chen had a headache, and at this moment he was thinking deeply about An An, if she was here, she would definitely be able to see the key at a glance, but she didn't have to fight.

However, since An An is not there, he can't stand still, Qian Feng still didn't move, retaining a glimmer of hope, and only used the method of turning the world around him.

"Dao Chief, you really recognized the wrong person, and you have no bad intentions when you come down here!"

While dodging Wu Daoren's pressing attack, he explained when he was empty.

"Humph!"

Wu Daoren ignored himself, his clothes fluttered, and the sword light danced faster and faster, and when he reached the back, he was already carrying a sword, becoming a ball of light and shadow.

At this time, Jian Chen couldn't be so easy.

Although his skills have gone further and reached the realm of being a teacher, the other party's rank in the Pure Yang Sword Palace is not low, and his skills are at least in the realm of fame.

A master of such a realm, with Jian Chen's current kung fu, although he can be defeated, he can't do it with ease, not to mention that at this time, he doesn't move Qianfeng, but just uses his body to maneuver.

After just a few tricks, he already has a sense of being stretched.

Seeing this, the two people who were guarding the door before looked at each other and smiled, and finally completely relaxed.

The young Taoist who was snatched the sword by Jian Chen smiled and said, "Thief, he was so majestic before, how could he meet our uncle, and he couldn't do it?"

"With your kung fu, you dare to make trouble with Pure Yang, hum!"

He saw that the situation in the field was tilting more and more towards Uncle Wu's side, and the smug look on his face became even more prevalent, as if he had foreseen the scene of the hateful boy being captured by mistake.

When the time comes...... I have to greet him well!

This young Taoist has only been in the industry for three years, and the Taoist meditation and qi cultivation kung fu has not learned a little, but it is the temperament that must be repaid, and I don't know who to learn from.

However, he saw one thing well, in the field, Jian Chen's situation really began to be bad.

The swordsmanship of the Pure Yang Sword Palace is rumored to have been obtained from Lu Dongbin, one of the Eight Immortals, which is no longer examinable, but the exquisite swordsmanship of the Pure Yang is recognized in the martial arts.

No matter how wonderful he is, in the case of only dodging and not attacking, he can't escape the sword light that Wu Daoren is like a shadow, and the clothes on his body have been torn and damaged in many places, but fortunately, he has not hurt his flesh and skin.

In exchange for blind forbearance, it was the other party's aggressive sword, which made the fire in Jian Chen's heart already erupt.

Since Hengyang Luo's family and his party, when Hua Xiangrong sacrificed his life, his mentality has changed a lot.

The seeds of hatred had taken root in his chest, slowly eroding his innocence that had been maintained for thirteen years.

A cold snort suddenly came from the afterimage that Jian Chen turned into, only to hear him say coldly: "Daoist Wu, I have already given you thirty moves, if you are like this, don't blame you for being polite!"

When the Taoist surnamed Wu heard this, the sword momentum couldn't help but stagnate.

In his heart, isn't the more he fights, the more frightened he becomes?

This kid doesn't seem to be very old, but his kung fu is not ordinary, and he slips like a loach in the death trap he has laid.

At the moment, it was obvious that he had the upper hand, but when he heard Jian Chen's words, he couldn't even raise a trace of rebuttal in his heart.