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Xiao Yuesheng glanced at them, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the ring finger of his right hand stretched out, and said lightly: "Two!"

The people of the Demon Sect were all furious, clenching their swords with both hands, they had always threatened others like this, when it was the turn of others to threaten themselves like this, it seemed that the Divine Sect was not powerful, and these people did not remember their surnames for a long time!

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Xiao Yuesheng slowly raised his middle finger and shouted in a deep voice: "Three!"

His figure flickered, and he disappeared in place in an instant, and a man in a yellow shirt appeared behind him, slapping his vest with a palm.

The yellow-shirted man's body flew up, swept more than a foot away in the air, and fell to the ground with a thud, and the dust was not clean.

The roads here are all paved with green bricks, and with his Qingwei Formation as the town, everything is calmed, and the dust is not raised, and it has always been kept clean.

The man fell to the ground, unmoving.

"Hall Master!" the rest of the yellow-shirted men exclaimed, and hurriedly surrounded them.

A middle-aged man stepped forward, probed his snort, got up and shook his head: "Hall Master...... The hall master is dead!"

The other dozen or so people turned to face Xiao Yuesheng, their eyes were cold, like cold swords.

One of them raised his arms and shouted, "He killed the hall master, everyone go up together, chop him into pulp!

"Kill!" shouted the rest in unison.

The birds in the forest, who had always been quiet, were frightened at first hearing this, and scattered and flew in all directions.

Xiao Yuesheng's figure flickered, holding the green bamboo Weng in one hand, and Ren Yingying in the other, and appeared at the gate in an instant.

At this time, the door was opened, and Yilin and Linghu rushed out to Lin Pingzhi, heard the sound outside, and came to see what was going on.

Xiao Yuesheng let the two of them go, and said to Yilin and them: "Sister, take care of them for my brother first." ”

After saying that, the figure disappeared in place in an instant, and in a flash, it appeared more than ten zhang away, stopping in front of the people of the Demon Sect.

When they saw him disappear, they hesitated, but when they saw him appear at the gate again, their hearts were furious and excited, and they didn't want to think about his light skills, so they rushed over without hesitation.

Until Xiao Yuesheng appeared in front of them again, they were overjoyed, and their swords were used together, and they attacked Xiao Yuesheng together.

Xiao Yuesheng flashed sideways, brushed his left hand, put on a person's right arm, and gently probed his right palm, his movements were soft and free, chic and elegant.

The man was swept away by Xiao Yuesheng, and his body rushed forward involuntarily, his body was faster, and he just met Xiao Yuesheng's right palm.

The speed is too fast, there is no way to avoid it, he is unwilling to snort, the palm in the chest, and suddenly flies, as if he was beaten by a giant tree, flying a foot high, gliding in the air for a while, slamming and falling to the ground, still spotless.

The rest of the people were already red-eyed, and when they saw someone being knocked out, they still rushed forward without hesitation, not afraid of death.

Yi Lin and the others watched from the sidelines, and their hearts were awe-inspiring.

"These people are not afraid of death at all!" Ling Hu Chong muttered, turning his head to look at Yi Lin: "Senior Sister Yi Lin, who are they?!"

Yi Lin shook her head, thought for a while, and said, "They are all wearing yellow shirts, they are not Chang, people from the Songshan faction?"

Lin Pingzhi's handsome face showed a thoughtful look, pondered for a moment, and shook his head: "No, the people of the Songshan faction are not so brave!"

Xiao Yuesheng flashed again, the knife light slashed across his left side, his body spun, appeared on the right side of the person who made the knife, and kicked him in the lower abdomen.

This kick was silent, swift and incoherent, unguardable, and the body suddenly flew up, like the previous person, one zhang high, three or four zhang in the air, and fell to the ground with a "bang", motionless.

Linghu gritted his teeth at them, empathizing with them, this kick was too insidious, and it would be difficult to avoid it even if he changed himself.

With a "whew", a meteor hammer broke through the sky and hit Xiao Yuesheng's forehead, as fast as a meteor, extremely fast.

Xiao Yuesheng slashed the rope behind his hammer with one palm, the hammer head suddenly turned and flew backwards, Xiao Yuesheng stepped out, came behind the man, and hit his vest with one palm.

The man flew up, one zhang high, drew three or four zhang in the air, and fell to the ground with a "bang", silent.

One move, in the blink of an eye, the three of them had fallen over there, motionless, although they did not see blood, they vaguely understood that these three people had lost their surnames.

Ling Hu Chong shook his head in admiration, sighing to himself, Lin Pingzhi pressed the hilt of the sword tightly, and his heart swelled with great fighting intent, and he couldn't wait to rush forward and kill the enemy side by side with Xiao Yuesheng.

Yi Lin clasped her palms together, lowered her head, her rosy lips moved, and chanted the mantra of death, surpassing the soul of this person and entering the Western Heaven Elysium.

"Sister Ren, who are they?!" Yue Lingshan was dressed in red, delicate and moving, and asked by holding Ren Yingying's hand.

Although Ren Yingying hung a green gauze in front of her face, they could see at a glance that it was her, usually she showed people in black gauze, and her graceful figure was immediately apparent at a glance.

"Divine Sect disciple!" Ren Yingying said softly, her voice was slightly hoarse, and her bright eyes on the green gauze flashed with a complex and inexplicable gaze.

Being chased and killed by these people made her hate them deeply, and she wanted to kill them, but seeing them so powerless to resist, an inexplicable feeling flashed in her heart.

Ling Hu Chong frowned, glanced at Lin Pingzhi, and realized that he was in a trance, no wonder he was so fierce and not afraid of death, but it turned out to be these crazy people.

The righteous path martial arts and the Moon God Sect swear to be like fire and water, but because the leader of the Demon Sect, Dongfang, is undefeated and the first in the world in martial arts, the righteous path martial arts never dares to take the initiative to kill demons, but only fights and kills in a small area.

As a disciple of the Righteous Path Sect, most of them know that the disciples of the Demon Sect are extremely terrifying, acting strangely, having strange surnames, and fighting for their lives without fear.

As a result of their teachings, there is no joy in life, and there is no pain in death, but only the light, even if the body dies, it will devote itself to the state of light, and it is impossible to ask for it.

Xiao Yuesheng stepped out, went behind a person, slapped the person's vest with one palm, flew straight up, crossed an arc in the air, slid several feet away, and fell to the ground, silent, similar to the previous three.

In this way, these people are like puppets in front of him, without any resistance, every step, a clapp, without exception, no matter how profound the person's internal strength and exquisite martial arts are, in front of him, it is useless.

In the blink of an eye, these more than 20 people were killed by him one by one, piled up in one place, motionless, from noise to silence.

Yi Lin clasped her palms together, closed her eyes and muttered, reciting the mantra of the past life, surpassing them into the Western Heaven Elysium.

Ling Hu Chong and the others looked stunned, and looked at Xiao Yuesheng blankly.

The martial arts of these demon sect people are all good, they are all masters, so they gather together and besiege someone, so that Hu Chong has been thinking about whether his broken arrow style can withstand them.

But in the blink of an eye, they were completely defeated by Xiao Yuesheng, such a martial art, they saw it with their own eyes, and their hearts were shocked inexplicably.

In the Cold Smoke Pavilion

Liu Jing reclined on the couch with her hair shawl.

She was dressed in a moon-white satin nightgown, sticking to her body, showing off her delicate and convex curves, and contrasting with her black hair, which was touching white and dazzlingly black.

She leaned on the couch, her left arm propped up her head, and looked at Xiao Yuesheng lazily.

Xiao Yuesheng sat in front of the desk under the window and wrote, splashing ink with a focused expression, and the moonlight shone in from the open window and shone on him.

Xiao Yuesheng put down the pen, stretched her waist, crackled her bones around her body, walked to the couch and sat down, and grabbed her willow waist.

"Jing'er, I'm sorry. He whispered, his face apologetic.

Liu Jing's slightly narrowed eyes opened, shining brightly, glanced at him, pursed her lips and chuckled: "Where did the eldest brother start with this?"

"Alas......" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed, patted her willow waist, and said: "Let me die, let the girl be alone, and she is chased and killed by the people of the Demon Sect, she is a weak woman, she really has nowhere to go, only to come here." ”

Liu Jing sat up, leaning on his shoulder, and a faint fragrance came into his nose.

She sighed softly and said gently: "Big brother thinks too much, Sister Ren's surname is stronger, if it weren't for the fact that there is no way to live, I wouldn't have come here, if I still think nonsense, where else is the person?!"

Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said, "Let me die, although I am to blame, in the final analysis, it is because I have abolished his martial arts......"

"Big brother has always been sorry for Sister Ren, hasn't he?" Liu Jing turned her head to look at him.

Xiao Yuesheng nodded: "Alas...... I didn't kill him, but I didn't do it myself. ”

Liu Jingbo said angrily: "Why does the eldest brother think so...... Let me do a lot of evil, everyone will be punished, and you have abolished his martial arts, which is already a great favor!"

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head with a smile, saying yes, but after all, the fact is that he abolished his martial arts and let him do it, and he would be killed by others, if not, he would only kill others if he did it.

Whether you like it or dislike it, after all, it is Ren Yingying's father, and for a daughter, he is tantamount to a murderer.

Even if he feels guilty, he will do it, but he will still feel guilty.

"Big brother, how are you going to settle Sister Ren?" asked Liu Jing softly, leaning into his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck, and warm nephrite into her arms.

Xiao Yuesheng thought about it and shook his head: "I haven't thought about it yet, let her stay first, and take a look slowly." ”

Liu Jingming's eyes flashed and nodded.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, showed an inexplicable smile, and slowly pressed her down, and the two fell together, and for a while, spring overflowed the house, which was not enough for outsiders.

Xiao Yuesheng killed the Demon Sect disciples, and made waves in Lin'an City, like a gust of wind swept by, shocking everyone and almost losing their voices.

Since Dongfang became famous and undefeated, he was the first person who dared to kill the disciples of the Demon Sect in such a big way.

Lin'an City will be immortal building

"Grandma's, happy!" A big man's rough voice sounded, and the wine urns buzzed.

His voice is rough and full of energy, and people will hear that he has deep internal strength, far beyond ordinary people, and must be a master.

"Shhh

The big man waved his hand and said indifferently: "Grandma, what if you provoke them, forgive them and don't dare to be presumptuous in Lin'an City!"

The two of them sat at a table, a big man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a burly figure, sitting there like a stone tower, and there was a big scar at the corner of his mouth, which made him look even more fierce with a face, which could stop the child from crying.

The other man was small, with sinister eyebrows and rat eyes, a yellow face, and a mustache under his chin, like a goat.

The two of them talked loudly, as if no one was there, and none of them dared to stop them from making a loud noise.

The people in the surrounding martial arts recognized this big man, and the northwest people slaughtered Wu Chenghua, which can be described as a famous murderer and a famous martial arts.

This Wu Chenghua is said to have inherited Shaolin from a young age, and later was expelled from Shaolin because he killed his surname too much, and abolished his martial arts.

But this person is so talented that he actually practiced again, practiced external skills, tempered his body, and practiced the golden bell jar of the outer door.

This golden bell jar seems to be tailor-made for him, and it has made rapid progress, only ten years of hard work, and the realm of the golden bell jar is extremely high, and few people can match it.

After practicing this skill, his surname became more and more tyrannical, and he fought with others, killing him at every turn, and there were almost no people who retreated.

When he started, with his hard skills, ordinary swords could no longer hurt him, his skin was rough and thick, and his ordinary palm strength was even more difficult to hurt.

Relying on his hard skills and ruthless methods, he ran rampant in the northwest, and almost no one dared to provoke him, and he became famous for his murder.

This time, for some reason, he came to Lin'an City, Jiangnan.

The thin middle-aged man on the opposite side shook his head and sighed, "Brother Wu, the people of that Demon Sect are very fierce, how can you not dare?!"

Wu Chenghua sneered, slapped the table with his big hand: "If he wants to come, it's good to come, Lao Tzu is not afraid of them!"

The thin man hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, Brother Wu is not afraid of them, but it is always annoying, so I want to be clean!"

Wu Chenghua shook his head and said loudly: "These demon cubs, who are rampant and domineering, lawless, have finally provoked hard stubble, see what they do!"

Someone next to him shook his head, speaking of being rampant and domineering, he himself is, what kind of face does he have to say that the people of the Demon Sect are like this.

"Wu Daxia is right!" Another person applauded, his voice buzzed in the restaurant, and he laughed: "These cubs of the Demon Sect have been rampant and domineering for too long, and someone finally has to control them!"

"Alas...... , or Xiao Daxia is powerful, unceremoniously killed!" Another person cheered loudly, and then hehe sneered: "Unlike Shaolin Wudang, he prides himself on being famous and decent, but he doesn't dare to let a fart go of the Demon Sect!"

"Hey, the skills are not as good as people, there is nothing to be done!" Another drinker followed, shook his head and sighed: "It is the master of Fang Zheng, and they are not the undefeated opponents of the East, they are afraid of angering the Demon Sect and alarming the East Undefeated!"

"Isn't Xiao Daxia afraid that the East will be undefeated?!" someone else asked.

Wu Chenghua shook his head, waved his big hand, and said in a rough voice: "Hehe, Dongfang is undefeated?!" Dongfang is undefeated...... I'm afraid I won't be able to beat Xiao Daxia at all!"

"Reasonable! Reasonable!" someone nodded hurriedly and said, "If not, I don't dare to kill Xiao Daxia like this!"

"Shut up, it's a good dog's guts!" A young man in a white shirt stood up and shouted angrily, everyone only felt a faint pain in their eardrums, and their hearts were awe-inspiring, this is a master!

Wu Chenghua squinted at the leopard eyes and squinted at the young man in white shirt.

This person is in moderate shape, handsome, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, nose is like a gall, red lips are thin, he is really handsome, and he is dressed in a white shirt, which is even more graceful and free, and he is really the prince charming of the woman in the boudoir.

Wu Chenghua pressed the table with one hand, squinted his eyes, squinted at him, and asked, "Boy, where is sacred?!"

His voice was lazy and frivolous, but his eyes were shining, flashing with a chill.

Since he became famous, those who dared to talk to him like this have been buried in the ground, and none of them are alive.

"You are not small, you dare to slander the Eastern Sect Master like this!" the white-shirted young man sneered, his eyes like blades, and he unceremoniously looked at Wu Chenghua.

Wu Chenghua frowned, and snorted in a deep voice: "You are a member of the Demon Sect?!"

The white-shirted young man nodded proudly, tilted his head slightly, and hummed in a deep voice: "Yes, below is the Divine Sect!"

As he spoke, his eyes slowly swept over everyone, his gaze was like a cold blade, penetrating people's hearts, with a compelling coldness.

All of a sudden, the noise in the hall stopped, as if everyone had become mute, they really didn't expect that there would really be people from the Demon Sect.

"The people of the Demon Sect, what about it?!" Wu Chenghua was awe-inspiring in his heart, but his face was indifferent, and he sneered: "You still have the courage to stay in Lin'an City, which is admirable!"

The man in the white shirt put his hands behind his back, tilted his head slightly, glanced at Wu Chenghua, and said lightly: "If you dare to slander the sect leader, you should be punished for your crimes, and you will cut it off yourself!"

Wu Chenghua laughed, which was particularly loud in the silent restaurant, shaking the carved beams of the restaurant.

"What are you laughing at?!" the white-shirted young man said coldly.

Wu Chenghua stopped laughing, squinted his eyes, and said, "Are you letting me kill myself?!"

The white-shirted young man said lightly: "It's best for you to kill yourself, you can die happily, if not, I will do it myself, you will die miserably!"

Wu Chenghua sat with a golden knife and squinted at him: "Okay, I'll take a look, can you take the surname Lao Tzu!"

The white-shirted young man sneered: "Now, you want to die, but you can't!"

As he spoke, his figure shook, like a light smoke, and he came to Wu Chenghua and struck out with his palm, elegant and chic, but he was extremely fast.

The owner of the restaurant looked bad, and his round face showed a lament, why did there be a mess again, and he was embarrassed to trouble the Qingping Gang!

But for fear of seeing blood here, the restaurant was closed by the government, and the blood was lost, so he could only move his fat body, trot, go out, and run along the street to the east.

In the blink of an eye, he ran back again, and the man who followed him was Qian Zhaoqing, who came last time, dressed in a green shirt, with a slow step, a calm bearing, and an indescribable freedom and atmosphere between looking forward to it.

When he entered the house, he saw a young man in a white shirt fighting with four men, but it seemed that the man in white shirt was at ease, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Wu Chenghua's left arm was drooping, he had been injured, his invulnerable golden bell jar seemed to be working, blood was dripping, and his body was already a ball.

Although he was injured, his face did not change, and the long knife in his right hand waved, sneering, fierce and powerful, but it could not touch the corners of the white-shirted man's clothes.

One of the other three people is Wu Chenghua's companion, his thin body is flexible and feminine, extremely slippery, and he has a narrow sword in his hand, which is more like an awl.

The other two used a long sword, the swordsmanship was as dense as a net, and the sword light was dense, tightly covering the white-shirted youth, but he was like a fish in a net, and he was not affected at all.

The white-shirted young man kept a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his steps were calm and elegant, and with a slight flash, the thin man's narrow sword pierced into the air.

He held a long sword in his hand, but rarely used it, just wandered around with his body, occasionally making a sword square, which was considered a defense, and the attack was very rare, but when a sword stabbed out, it was often stained with blood.

He shook his head while flashing, showing a look of pity: "There are so many people in the restaurant, only the four of you dare to do it with me, but you are good men, but it's a pity, but you are going to die!"

Wu Chenghua drooped his left arm, slashed straight with a long knife, and scolded loudly: "Let your mother's stinky fart...... If you want to kill Lao Tzu, you have to practice for a hundred years!"

The white-shirted young man frowned and snorted, "Your mouth is too stinky!"

After that, his figure flashed, suddenly accelerated, appeared in front of Wu Chenghua, threw out a slap, and slashed at Wu Chenghua's left face.

Wu Chenghua hurriedly turned around, and the long knife hurriedly changed his moves, turning the straight cut into a horizontal cut, wanting to cut the white-shirted young man in two.

The palm of the white-shirted young man's hand changed, originally hitting him on the left cheek, but suddenly it turned into a slap on the right cheek, and the change was very fast, weird.

"Snap" A loud slap, and a red mark immediately appeared on Wu Chenghua's right face.

"Ahh

"I'm going to kill you!" he roared, and the long knife sneered, turning into a match, two points faster than before, and slashed straight past, and the burly body moved a few points faster, and rushed towards the white-shirted man.

The corner of the white-shirted man's mouth sneered, and he suddenly moved, as if a small boat was swinging out, suddenly and chicly, which made people can't help but applaud.

The silence around was incomparable, no one cheered, just clenched their fists, staring at the five people, eager to pounce and knock down the white-shirted youth.

It's just that the horror of the Demon Sect is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and they kill the slaughter family at every turn, and they die miserably, they are very frightened, and they dare not make a move, so they can only cheer them in their hearts.

"Qian Daxia, they ......," the round shopkeeper whispered.

Qian Zhaoqing waved his hand and nodded: "The shopkeeper doesn't need to worry, I'll look at the reality before I start." ”

"Yes, that's exactly how it should be. The shopkeeper nodded and retreated, not daring to let the people of the Demon Sect know that it was the person he had called, so as not to hold a grudge against himself and raid his own home.

"Slap" Another clear slap, Wu Chenghua received another slap, this slap hit the left side of the face, one right and one left, each slapped once.

At this time, five finger prints have floated on the right cheek, which are clearly visible, which is very ridiculous.

Wu Chenghua's roar was like an angry lion, his long knife was like lightning, and he was extremely fast, but his footwork was too clumsy, and in front of the white-shirted young man, he was like a stupid bear.

Qian Zhaoqing took a step forward and shouted in a deep voice: "Stop!"

The five of them were fighting fiercely, and suddenly there was a banging sound in their ears, like a bronze bell ringing in their ears, and their whole bodies were buzzing and trembling.

They hurriedly took a step back and turned to look at Qian Zhaoqing.

"Qian Shaoxia!" Wu Chenghua's bloodshot eyes stared at Qian Zhaoqing, and said slowly, recognizing the Qingping Gang Qian Zhaoqing who appeared two days ago.

"Senior Wu, let me know this brother's tricks!" Qian Zhaoqing nodded and hugged his fists at Wu Chenghua.

Although Wu Chenghua is arrogant and has always been domineering, he is extremely jealous of the Qingping Gang, so he hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted, and said in a deep voice: "This guy is powerful, I am not an opponent!"

He took a step back, it was considered to be out of the way, he was rampant and domineering, and he was ruthless, and he was able to live to this day, not because his martial arts are really invincible in the world, but because of his style, he will never act strongly, know how to advance and retreat, and can bend and stretch.

Seeing him retreat, the other three also took a step back, giving up the space of the white-shirted young man, he put his hand behind him, tilted his head slightly, and squinted at Qian Zhaoqing, with a look of disdain.

Qian Zhaoqing hugged his fists and said lightly: "Your Excellency came to my Lin'an City to play prestige, is it to deceive me Lin'an City, no one can succeed?!"

He spoke unceremoniously, for the disciples of the Demon Sect, Xiang has no good feelings, although his own gang leader is ruthless, he stands on the righteous, and will never abuse and kill cruelly, the methods of the Demon Sect are too unrepresented!

The white-shirted young man smiled, shook his head, and asked disdainfully, "Where did you pop up as a little ghost ghost?!"

Qian Zhaoqing didn't move, and said lightly: "Help Qian Zhaoqing in Xia Qingping, I am here to tell you, please get out of Lin'an City!"

"What a big breath!" The white-shirted young man sneered, glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "It's up to you?...... It's far from it! Jiang Nanyun said that this is almost the same!"

"Presumptuous!" Qian Zhaoqing's face sank, and his eyes swelled, like cold lightning bursting out, piercing the eyes of the white-shirted young man: "The name of the gang leader, how can you call it directly?!"

"Jiang Nanyun is so majestic!" The white-shirted young man smiled lightly, shook his head and said, "A small gang is so exquisite, it's really funny!"

Qian Zhaoqing said coldly: "Your Excellency's exit is not inferior, so rude, just stay!"

After that, the figure swayed lightly, stepped out in one step, and the five-foot distance passed in one step, and appeared directly in front of the white-shirted young man, leaning out with a palm, elegant and chic, generous and free, with a unique style, a palm poking out, like Yue Zhi, faintly a little bit of everyone's bearing.

The white-shirted young man chuckled, put the long sword in the sheath at his waist, slapped it out with one palm, and greeted him without fear.

Qian Zhaoqing snorted coldly, the cold lightning flashed in her eyes, and in her eyes, Jiang Nanyun, the gang leader, was like a man among the gods, high above, and could not tolerate the defilement of others.

At the beginning, he just wanted to drive this demon sect demon out of Lin'an City, and he didn't want to provoke a strong enemy for the Qingping Gang, but this person actually violated his own taboo, so he couldn't be allowed to live anymore, and the one who committed the gang leader would be punished, otherwise, how could he be powerful?!

The two of them touched each other with their palms, and with a "bang", it was like a thunderstorm on the ground, and everyone was busy covering their ears, and their eyes were black for a while.

Qian Zhaoqing took a step back, raised his eyebrows, and stared at the white-shirted young man, he didn't expect this guy's internal strength to be so deep.

His dantian true qi was like a spiritual snake coming out of a hole, poking out, extremely fast, and the cold internal force in his palm was instantly swallowed by it.

He practiced Shaoyang palm, the internal force to the yang to the yang, the favorite is the yin and cold internal force, which can stimulate each other and promote the improvement of internal force.

The man in the white shirt took two steps back, his expression was even more surprised, his eyes flashed, his essence flowed, staring at Qian Zhaoqing, his internal strength was already outstanding among the younger generation in the sect, and he thought that he was already rampant in the martial arts, as long as he didn't meet those top masters of the older generation, it was enough to deal with it.

I really didn't expect that a small Qingping Gang, a kid in the gang, would have such a deep internal force, and he was not inferior to himself.

He only felt that the palm of his left hand was burning incomparably, faintly painful, and a stream of hot air kept getting in, persevering, like a leech, which was extremely annoying.

While concentrating on the cold internal force, he stared at Qian Zhaoqing, wanting to see why Qian Zhaoqing had such a pure internal force.

The internal force he practiced was not to the yin to the cold, and the purity was far inferior to Qian Zhaoqing's Shaoyang true qi, and the internal force that drilled into the meridians was chased and intercepted, and it took a lot of effort to extinguish it.

Qian Zhaoqing's expression was free, and he sneered: "No wonder you dare to be so presumptuous, but Your Excellency has some ability!"

The white-shirted young man put his left palm behind his back, and said lightly: "Each other, the Qingping Gang is not all wine bags and rice bags!"

"Take me again!" Qian Zhaoqing sneered, stepped forward, and pushed his right palm straight out.

Before the palm arrived, a scorching breath had gushed out, and the young man in the white shirt bore the brunt, the white shirt fluttering, and the heat hit his face.

His heart was awe-inspiring, and he drank in a deep voice, and everyone around him looked at it, and suddenly had an illusion, as if he had suddenly swelled up.

"Drink!" The white-shirted young man slammed out his right palm and faced Qian Zhaoqing.

"Bang!" a loud sound exploded in everyone's ears, and they had already covered their ears with their preparations.

Qian Zhaoqing's feet spun, his figure floated for a moment, and then fell back to the same place, looking free.

The white-shirted young man took three steps back, and his handsome and fair face flushed, and slowly faded away, and became a little paler.

His throat rolled a little, his mouth was sweet, and he forced himself to swallow the hot blood that had surged up, and a sneer remained on his face.

The crowd saw their high and low, and applauded, and was no longer afraid.

Someone shouted: "Qian Shaoxia, slaughter this demon of the Demon Sect!"

"Yes, kill him!" the people chimed in, and there was a commotion in the restaurant, and people were in high spirits and shouted loudly.

Qian Zhaoqing smiled at everyone, nodded, and accepted everyone's suggestion.

The white-shirted young man didn't change his face, glanced at everyone coldly, and snorted in a deep voice: "If you want to kill me, it's really whimsical!"

Qian Zhaoqing stepped out and appeared in front of him again, his right palm fluttering out, silently, seemingly slowly.

The white-shirted young man sneered, the cold light flashed, and the long sword on his waist came out of the box, turned into a bolt of lightning, and slashed straight at Qian Zhaoqing's right palm.

Qian Zhaoqing's right palm shrank rapidly, turned his palm into a fist, and struck out again.

The sound of "dang" is like a cross-fire of gold and iron, and the sound is melodious and pleasant, lingering in the restaurant.

Qian Zhaoqing took another step, his body was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the white-shirted young man, and a palm poked out, silently, but faster than lightning.

The white-shirted young man had excellent swordsmanship, slashed horizontally, stopped in front of him, slashed at Qian Zhaoqing's palm, and drew a white match.

Qian Zhaoqing's arm shrank, probed again, turned his palm into a fist, and hit the sword body with a punch again.

"When" a melodious chirp sounded.

The white-shirted youth snorted, staggered back two steps, and his long sword was punched, swinging away and hitting himself in the chest.

The sword contained a huge and incomparable internal force, which directly shocked him.

The blood around his body was churning, and the hot blood that had been pressed down spurted out again, and with a "poof" sound, it turned into a bloody arrow and shot out.

Qian Zhaoqing turned to one side, avoided the blood arrow, kept his feet, stepped in front of the white-shirted young man, and pressed it down with one palm.

The young man in the white shirt wanted to avoid it, his blood was rolling, and he went his own way, like a rebellion, and wanted to mobilize, but he didn't listen to the call.

He forcibly exercised, rushed away the scattered aura, reluctantly took a step back, avoided the edge, and the blood and qi rolled even more dangerously, and his eyes turned black for a while.

Qian Zhaoqing's palm was at the end and couldn't touch him, but it suddenly grew, as if it had been lengthened, and one palm was pressing on the chest of the white-shirted young man.

"Bang!" the palm struck firmly, and the voice was muffled.

The blood arrow spewed out again, and the white-shirted young man fell to the sky, slid under his feet, and slid straight out two feet away, smashing the two tables before stopping.

Qian Zhaoqing's palm, Shaoyang's palm power has been transported to the first level, to the yang to the strong, the palm power is strong and powerful, like a river bursting its embankment, and it is all poured into the body of the white-shirted young man at once.

Those sturdy pear wood tables were touched by this internal force, and they were instantly turned into fragments, scattered on the ground, and piled under the white-shirted young man.

The young man in the white shirt moved, his limbs trembled a few times, and he was still again, never moving again.

Wu Chenghua strode forward, pressed the neck of the white-shirted young man, then looked up, and said with a smile: "It's dead!"

"Okay!" the crowd applauded, and the sound almost lifted the roof of the building, causing the people on the street to stop and watch to see what was going on.

Qian Zhaoqing hugged his fists, waved at the surrounding group, and said with a smile: "Do not disgrace your mission...... The people of the Demon Sect came to our Lin'an City to spread wilderness, this is an example!"

"Okay!" the crowd shouted louder and louder again.

West lake

The clear and clear water of the lake reflects the sun in the center, and the sun shines on the surface of the water, sparkling like a string of pearls.

A small boat floats on the lake, drifting with the breeze, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the west, sometimes to the south, sometimes to the north, changing with the change in the direction of the wind.

On the boat sat a man, dressed in a green shirt, fluttering, holding a fishing rod in one hand and a book in the other, leisurely.

The small red clay stove bubbled on the left side, steaming white, exuding bursts of fragrance.

He is Xiao Yuesheng, fishing alone, leisurely, coming out of the villa, hiding alone.

The villa was quite lively, there were Yilin, Yue Lingshan, and Ren Yingying, Song Mengjun and Su Qingqing also ran away early in the morning, it was really lively, he couldn't stand it, so he hurriedly ran out.

Ling Hu Chong and Lin Pingzhi were as sweet as they were, as if they were fascinated by their stunning beauty, and they stayed in the villa all the time, not wanting to come out.

Xiao Yuesheng couldn't dodge, he couldn't wait to run away immediately, out of sight and out of mind, just because he had just offended the Demon Sect, for fear of their revenge, so he didn't dare to leave.

He squinted slightly and read the book, and in his hand was a copy of the Buddhist "Miscellaneous Ahama Sutra".

Although the two schools of Taoism and Buddhism are on the same path, but the use of the Dharma is not the same, Taoism has 3,600 doors, while Buddhism has 58,000 doors, which is more subtle and mysterious.

He has nothing to do, he wants to penetrate the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism, he faintly feels that between the two families, there are some mysterious mysteries, outsiders have no way to know, if it is penetrating, there should be a shortcut, when Sakyamuni became a Buddha in a very short time, there must be a mystery, but it has been difficult for future generations to understand, and it has become a mystery through the ages.

He wants to go back through the Buddhist scriptures, and gain insight into the subtleties between them, but this process requires patience and time, and what he lacks the most is time.

I was watching intently, and suddenly I looked up and looked north, and there was a small boat breaking through the waves, like an iron plough overturning the ground on the lake, and the lake turned over on both sides, allowing the boat to come quickly.

At the bow of the boat stood Jiang Nanyun, dressed in a moon-white Luo shirt, his clothes fluttering, and his cloud-like temples were black and shiny in the sun, reflecting his face as white as jade, and the faint brilliance under his skin flowed.

"Master!" Jiang Nanyun called softly from a distance, and the soft honey-like voice floated softly, straight into his heart, indescribably comfortable and good.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Yuesheng frowned, put the fishing rod down, and asked in a deep voice, in a bad tone.

Jiang Nanyun floated up, more than ten zhang away, and his toes lightly touched the lake, like a dragonfly dotting water, and then fell together and fell in front of Xiao Yuesheng.

"Master!" Jiang Nanyun breathed a sigh of relief, smiling like a flower.

Xiao Yuesheng saw that she was smiling like a flower, and she was embarrassed to make her face unhappy again, so she had to return to normal.

He asked lightly, "Something happened again?!"

Jiang Nanyun shook his head and sighed, sat on Xiao Yuesheng's left side, and said in a deep voice: "Master, this time, the Qingping Gang has provoked the Demon Sect!"

Xiao Yuesheng frowned and nodded: "Well, if you provoke it, you will provoke it, they are not three-headed and six-armed, so there is nothing to be afraid of!"

Jiang Nanyun hurriedly said: "But if the Demon Sect doesn't dare to come to Guanyun Villa, but wants to take the opportunity to deal with the Qingping Gang, how can it be?!"

Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said, "Don't you usually boast that you are the Qingping Gang to catch up with the Demon Sect?"

(To be continued)