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"Yan Chaoqun!" Old Man Song got up, his face was calm, and he shouted coldly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey, I didn't expect it, Song Lao'er still remembers a certain family!" The thin old man sneered and squinted at him, his face full of sarcasm and ridicule.

Old Man Song's face sank like water, stroked his silver hair, and was silent, just watching Yan Chaoqun sneering there continuously.

"Senior Yan, today is the birthday banquet of the family teacher, if there is something, it is better to talk about it later!" Zhou Huairen took a step forward and said with his fists clenched.

"Boy, get out of the way!" Yan Chaoqun broke off impatiently, shook his hand, and a silver light shot out, heading straight for Zhou Huairen's door.

Zhou Huairen was caught off guard, he didn't expect this person to do it when he said it, without the demeanor of his predecessors, on the side of his body, a willow leaf dart flew against his forehead, cutting off a few hairs.

The cold breath of the forest lingered on his forehead for a long time, and Zhou Huairen secretly said in his heart that he was lucky, this dart was caught off guard, and it was extremely fast, and it was really ruthless.

His heart was full of anger, his eyes were burning, his eyes were like electricity, and he glared at Yan Chaoqun coldly: "What a senior's demeanor!"

"The kid is looking for death!" Yan Chaoqun's eyes widened, his essence burst out, his body shook, and he suddenly appeared in front of him and slapped him.

Zhou Huairen saw that his palm moved, and he was busy dodging, his body just moved, but his face hurt, and he had been slapped in the face, crisp and loud.

"You-!" Zhou Huairen was furious, glaring at Yan Chaoqun, pressing his right hand on the hilt of the sword, his body was tense, and he was about to burst.

"Hehe, okay, you want to draw your sword with me?!" Yan Chaoqun sneered, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand without a goat's beard under his chin, his gaze slanted slightly, as if he was contemptuous.

"Huairen, stop!" Old Man Song shouted, pushed away the chair, his face sank like water, and slowly walked over.

The other six disciples followed behind him, like stars and moons, and slowly walked over and stood in front of Yan Chaoqun.

At this time, Zhou Huairen's jade-like face floated with five finger prints, which were conspicuously red, and the right side of his face was already swollen.

"Yan Chaoqun, why can't you let go of the grievances of more than twenty years ago?!" Old Man Song glanced at Zhou Huairen's face, turned to Yan Chaoqun, and said in a deep voice.

"Hehe, can you let it go!?" Yan Chaoqun sneered and mocked: "If your son is slaughtered by me, can you let it go?!"

"Old past, what are you doing besides?!" Old Man Song shook his head.

"What can't you say?!" Yan Chaoqun's eyes widened, and his essence shot out, piercing into the eyes of Old Man Song like a sharp blade, and sneered: "In the past twenty-nine years, I have been practicing at night, just for this day, and now I say, your Song Mansion, the chickens and dogs will not stay!"

"Yan Chaoqun!" Old Man Song frowned, his eyes glared angrily, and the lightning flashed, he was already really angry, and he said coldly: "Don't go too far!"

"Hahahaha...... , hahahaha...... "Yan Chaoqun looked up to the sky and laughed, dripping with joy, looking like madness, but his thin body was desolate.

Suddenly, he turned his head suddenly, there was no smile on his face, cold as frost, his fingers poked him hard in the air, slowly, gritted his teeth, and every word was as heavy as a thousand pounds: "Kill, man, pay, life! Blood, debt, blood, pay!"

"At the beginning, your son killed a woman, and everyone was punished!" Old Man Song frowned, and a chill faintly appeared in his heart, this Yan Chaoqun has gone crazy!

"Shut up!" Yan Chaoqun shouted violently, his eyes glared at him fiercely, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and he looked very terrifying, he hated and said: "Even if my Zhi'er is not, how can you bear to kill him, he is just a child!"

Old man Song was silent, at that time, he was young and vigorous, and when he saw a girl die unexpectedly, he found out that he was killed by a young master, he hated it deeply, and without hesitation, he chased the soul sword out and killed him on the spot.

Afterwards, he learned that this young man was not small, and he was actually the son of the famous Taiyin swordsman Yan Chaoqun.

At that time, he had already practiced the soul-chasing sword technique, and his swordsmanship was so high that he was not under the famous masters, Yan Chaoqun came to take revenge and was easily defeated by him.

He didn't take Yan Chaoqun to heart, although Yan Chaoqun's son was a criminal and did all kinds of evil, Yan Chaoqun had no evil deeds.

At this time, Old Man Song faintly regretted that although he had the name of chasing the soul sword at that time, he acted with a lot of rules, adhered to principles, and only killed those who were evil.

The surrounding people whispered, although the incident was not explained, they vaguely guessed that it was Yan Chaoqun's son who did something evil, was bumped into by Old Man Song, and killed him, and then, Yan Chaoqun came to take revenge.

The old people in the field have an impression of this Yan Chaoqun, although the Taiyin swordsman is not a top master, he is also famous.

"Yan Chaoqun, since you came to the door, you must be excellent in martial arts, and you are deeply sure?" said the old man Song lightly.

"You'll know as soon as you try!" Yan Chaoqun said in a low voice, his voice was slow, his eyes were getting bloodshot and getting worse and worse, and his eyes seemed to become red.

"Master, disciple come!" Zhou Huairen saw that the master wanted to make a move, so he hurriedly took the lead and said in a low voice.

After all, the master is old and it is not suitable to fight with others, besides, if the master has not practiced all these years, maybe the martial arts have degraded a lot.

"Hehe, Song Lao'er, you might as well let your apprentices come and die first!" Yan Chaoqun sneered, his gaze like a blade, sweeping across everyone.

"Huairen, lean aside, you're no match for him. Old Man Song waved his hand, pushed him away, and slowly walked in front of Yan Chaoqun.

On Penglai Pavilion, Xiao Yuesheng stood on a reef by the sea, facing the sea, and his heart was suddenly much broader.

Xiaohe and Huang Sisi stood not far behind him, watching the tide rise and fall.

Huang Sisi snorted lightly and whispered to Xiaohe: "Sister Xiaohe, what is your master doing, standing there for so long, are you asleep?!"

"Don't talk nonsense, the master is thinking about things. Xiao He hurriedly pointed to Sakura's lips and whispered.

Huang Sisi frowned unconvinced: "Hmph, what serious can he do?!"

"Sister Sisi, let's go there for a turn!" Xiaohe saw that she couldn't keep her mouth shut, so she hurriedly pulled her away so as not to disturb the old man's thoughts.

Xiao Yuesheng faces the sea, facing the sea breeze, breathing long, merging with the waves, exhaling when the tide rises, and sucking when the tide falls, as if the mind is also integrated with the sea, and the meaning of the vast and infinite gradually rises in the depths of his mind, becoming more and more intense.

Half an hour later, the vast and infinite meaning in his mind surged like an angry wave, and he couldn't help but tilt his neck, and a long howl erupted.

This long howl was like a huge wave, surging and endless, spreading out on the surface of the sea, condensing but not dispersing.

In the entire Penglai Pavilion, the wine jar on the table was buzzing, and people only had this monstrous whistling sound in their ears, and they couldn't hear anything else.

The horses in the streets, and the dogs in the house, trembled, their legs trembled, and they seemed to be terrified, and at last they all fell on their stomachs, motionless.

A roar, so powerful.

The martial arts masters in the entire Dengzhou Mansion were shaken, as if they had a sense, and in the Penglai Pavilion, several masters flew out of the Taoist temple and the temple, and their feet did not touch the ground, running towards the sea.

They were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the beach and saw Xiao Yuesheng standing on the reef with his hands behind his back.

Xiao Yuesheng stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the fierce cry in the sky, the sea breeze blowing, lifting his clothes, hunting and fluttering, indescribably carefree and chic.

A total of ten people, seven Taoist priests, and five monks appeared on the seashore, and they stood in one place, nodding to each other.

In the same Penglai Pavilion, they are not far from each other, so they are naturally quite familiar.

One of the Taoist priests stepped forward, asked with one hand, and said in a loud voice: "Amitayus Buddha, I don't know which master came to Penglai Pavilion, and Zhang Dao of the Qing Palace on the poor road is polite!"

Xiao Yuesheng's mind was intoxicated at this time, and his mind was originally turbulent, like an angry wave, after a long roar, the strong air was completely removed, the wind and waves were calm, mighty, but quiet and mellow, indescribably wonderful.

Therefore, he heard someone coming behind him, all of them were masters, but they were still motionless, intoxicated, and couldn't bear to pull out their minds.

Hearing someone behind him ask, Xiao Yuesheng was helpless, turned around slowly, hugged his fists, and smiled slightly: "In Xia Xiao Yihan, seeing the magnificent sea here, I couldn't help but make a sound, it's rude!"

"It turned out to be Lord Xiao Shi," the Taoist priest said calmly: "It is rare for Penglai Pavilion to have such a master as Xiao Shizhu visit, why don't you go and watch one?"

Zhang Daoxu's face is thin, his bones are strange, his eyes are bright and soft, and he has an elegant atmosphere all over his body, and he knows that he is a good character at a glance.

Xiao Yuesheng turned his gaze on his face and nodded slightly: "In this way, there will be disturbance!"

He was secretly surprised in his heart, sure enough, there were many hermits in the Taoist temple, this Zhang Daoxu in front of him, the internal force cultivation has entered the hall, almost entered the realm of returning to the basics, such cultivation is already the top in the world, and it is rare.

(To be continued)