The heroine Bai Xianchen and four girlfriends

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Zuo Weng's words rose, but Jun Yiran's attitude was unexpectedly quite indifferent.

Zuo Weng was stunned for a moment, hesitantly said: "What's wrong with the little baby? Could it be that the old man made a mistake?"

Jun Yiran shook his head, sighed and said: "The younger generation is lamenting that it is too late to meet the old senior. If it weren't for this, you and I would have become friends in previous years. I fell in love with the old senior at first sight. It's a pity that Xianchen is in the hands of Chen Xianshi at this time. Even if this junior is desperate, he has to entangle with you, senior—don’t talk about ‘how to win the heart of the fairy dust’ first, so that this junior will feel even more guilty.”

Zuo Weng shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, there are few good things in life, that's how it is. Back then, you killed ten disciples of my Chonggui Sect. If there was no old sword god Wu, I would have gone to the Sword God Pavilion to kill you. The head of this little baby is here, but I saw it today but I am reluctant to kill you, you are an excellent seedling, the future is limitless."

Jun Yiran smiled and said: "You don't need to be merciful, old man. After drinking this jar of wine, let's have a good fight. If I win, please tell me the method."

After finishing speaking, Jun Yiran raised the wine jar and drank it, Zuo Weng laughed boldly, grabbed the mouth of the wine jar with one hand, poured the wine into his mouth, and drank happily.

Jun Yiran drank a whole jar of wine, his cheeks were already flushed as if on fire, and his steps were still a little unsteady when he stood up, so he clasped his sword and cupped his fists and said, "Old man, please make the move first."

Zuo Weng drank up the wine jar by himself, his expression seemed to be unsatisfactory, and he replied casually: "Little baby, don't be polite, why do you need so much etiquette when you fight with your life?"

Jun Yiran immediately drew his sword out of its sheath, and the scabbard flew straight out, piercing Zuo Weng like an arrow, where the domineering sword energy passed, the wine jars and bowls on the table burst without even touching the scabbard.

Zuo Weng stretched out his hand, casually caught the flying scabbard, and lightly hit the broken bowl and altar on the table with the scabbard, making it even more shattered. He attacked Jun Yiran like a hidden weapon, and surrounded him like a rain of flowers.

Jun Yiran shouted, and waved the sword in his hand in a circle. The blade of the sword was like a big shield protecting Jun Yiran's side, and kept blocking the broken tiles from all around. Then the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, and the sword sank into Underneath the rock, a half-human-sized mountain rock lifted up with a swipe, and fell on Zuo Weng's head with a rumbling sound.

Zuo Weng seemed to think that the wooden table in front of him was too obstructive, so he lightly tapped the table with his fingers, and a square fir table fell apart inexplicably in an instant, and some broken pieces of wood were blown up by the force of his palm—there was no obstructive square table Only then did the old man feel relieved, he raised one of his legs, hummed Wucun's mountain tune, and struck the scabbard in his hand on the boulder again, immediately turning this solid climbing rock into debris.

Zuo Weng still flicked his sleeves, urging all the stone chips and wood chips in the air towards Jun Yiran. The trick was the same as before, but using stone chips and wood chips as hidden weapons seemed to be better than fragile tiles and tough stones. There are soft pieces of wood in the block, the combination of hardness and softness made Jun Yiran unsure of his strength, and seemed to be unstoppable for a while.

Jun Yiran waved his sword to block the barrier, while striding back, concentrating on confronting Zuo Weng, but Zuo Weng's thoughts seemed to return to the past, and he sang a little song in his mouth: "I have been away from home for fifty years, and the years have reminded me People are old, the vicissitudes of life are gone, the face is covered with dust, and the temples are like frost. What can I ask for when I travel all my life, and the face of the neighbor is old. A pot of dirty wine, drink all love and hatred; a song of separation, crying about life and death. What exactly do you want? I want to set the right path with a sword, break the sky, and I will destroy the river and the river, and kill all the evil in the world! The young man does not know his daughter's tears, and he looks back at dusk. Nanke has a dream, and there is only hesitation..."

Jun Yiran stabs with a sword, the sword is like a rainbow, pointing at the center of Zuo Weng's eyebrows, as if trying to penetrate Zuo Weng's skull.

Zuo Weng froze his legs following the rhythm of the little song, his expression was as if he was in Wudang 50 years ago, and his singing was full of joy. There seemed to be some old regrets about the past in the tune, which seemed to be a sword against Jun Yiran He didn't care, but at the critical moment when the blade was about to stab himself, he waved his hand and lightly tapped the iron blade with the scabbard, instantly shattering the blade wrapped in sword energy into several pieces!

Jun Yiran was shocked, and hurriedly backed away, while Zuo Weng still flicked his sleeves lightly, and swung all the broken sword blades at Jun Yiran!

The sword in Jun Yiran's hand has only the hilt left, and he can no longer dance the sword in a circle to block the hidden weapon. In desperation, he waved his hands and grabbed a square table from the air to block it. Weakening the momentum of the broken blade, relying on a strong internal force, it stuck countless iron blade fragments in the wooden board. Jun Yiran shouted loudly, and hit the other side of the square table with his palm, and the blade fragments flew back like rain in an instant. To Zuo Weng.

Seeing this, Zuo Weng was slightly surprised, and he didn't even notice the little song in his mouth, and murmured with a smile: "What a gentleman!"

In the words, countless iron filings and broken blades were about to touch Zuo Weng's body, and Zuo Weng's eyes changed suddenly. Although he was not still sitting on the bench, a wave of hostility suddenly spread, and he saw that those broken blades were about to touch Zuo Weng. , all of them suddenly turned around and passed Zuo Weng, which was obviously deflected by the internal force of Zuo Weng's protection!

Jun Yiran was secretly startled, he expected that there would be no chance of winning against such a "monster", but how could the current situation allow her to shrink back and escape?

With a push of Jun Yiran's palm, he threw the wooden table in his hand towards Zuo Weng, and immediately followed behind the table, gathering energy in his palm, and using the "Vulcan Palm" to be ready to strike at any time.

Zuo Weng used the sheath as a sword, and when the wooden table was close to a sword, the sword fell vertically, the fierce sword energy gathered into a thin line, and without any violent sound, it split the wooden table into two, but the sword energy continued, Charge towards Jun Yiran behind the table!

Jun Yiran didn't dare to fight with his palms, he thought that this kind of sword intent was the pinnacle of murderous swords, if he stretched out his palm to block it, his palm would be broken, so he quickly dodged sideways, hid behind half of the wooden table, and took advantage of the momentum to fly towards Zuo Weng, When he got around to Zuo Weng's side, he slapped his palm.

Zuo Weng received the palm with his left hand, he guessed that Jun Yiran was still young, his "out of the world" attainments would be enough for him to fight the enemy with one hand.

Unexpectedly, when the two palms touched, Jun Yiran first shook his body backwards, and then slapped another palm to touch the back of the previous palm. The power of the "Vulcan Palm" increased sharply, and it actually shattered Zuo Weng's seat. The wooden stool shook the one-eyed old man three steps away!

Zuo Weng was shocked, and after he stood still, he couldn't help looking at the palm of his left hand. The palm of his left hand was so hot that it was so hot that it was condensed by the "Vulcan Palm". Dust"?

It turned out that Jun Yiran had read the "Tai Chi Sutra", at first she had a little understanding, and after thinking about it privately, she felt that it was very interesting, and she had already entered the way of practicing "Tai Chi Heart Method", coupled with her martial arts. With a solid foundation, he is a master who is about to step into the "Grandmaster Realm", but now he breathes luck with the "Tai Chi Mind Method", and his martial arts internal strength has risen to a higher level unconsciously, which can be regarded as the first time to enter the "Grandmaster Realm"!

Zuo Weng laughed, his eyes were even more reluctant, and he murmured: "Little boy who is so young has already entered the Dao of Heaven. If this old man kills you, it will be a violent exasperation, but if you don't get rid of you quickly, Master Chen will come How can the old man fight against two with one?"

Zuo Weng scratched his scalp with a troubled expression, his appearance was very amiable.

It is rare for Jun Yiran to show a kind smile to someone other than Bai Xianchen, and said lightly: "You are welcome, senior, you can hit if you want to, don't be shy."

This tone was similar to Zuo Weng's phrase "drink as soon as you drink, and drink to your heart's content" when he was drinking, which made Zuo Weng laugh wildly.

After laughing, Zuo Weng threw back the scabbard in his hand to Jun Yiran, and beckoned to him to signal her to continue attacking.

Jun Yiran caught the scabbard, and used the scabbard as the blade to thrust out Haoran's sword. Zuo Weng stood calmly on the spot, but after Jun Yiran thrust out the sword, he sent his hand away. The scabbard flew forward with infinite sword intent.

Zuo Weng grabbed the scabbard in the air with his right hand again, and Jian Jun was also nimble, and he used sword moves to decorate ordinary objects such as tables and chairs, sweepers, and wooden chopsticks around him. Stab it out, let go of it immediately after the shot, and let the thing fly towards Zuo Weng.

Zuo Weng originally wanted to smash the flying object with the scabbard again, so as to throw it back to Jun Yiran as before, but unexpectedly, although the flying object was ordinary and smooth, it was like a sword handing out exquisite sword moves, The swordsmanship was nimble, Zuo Weng couldn't break it when he hit the ornament, but instead made a "clang clang" sound, just like a sword contest with someone!

Zuo Weng laughed happily, threw down the scabbard in his hand, used the two fingers of his right hand as the blade, stabbed out three feet of sword energy, and competed with the object thrown by Jun Yiran.

Jun Yiran sprinted while sprinting, grabbing accessories, throwing out whatever he got in his hand, sometimes he would strike slowly with each move, and sometimes he would make four or five moves with great momentum.

At the end of the fight, Jun Yiran had no more ornaments around him, and immediately slapped a palm, hitting a thick tree with a height of three people, and slapped it in half with a loud sip, and then remained the same. Just like throwing chopsticks, tables and chairs, the big trees were thrown out.

Zuo Weng saw that Jun Yiran used the tree as a sword and couldn't help being stunned. The blade of the sword has never been such a huge monster. How to dismantle the sword moves handed out by such a giant really made Zuo Weng momentarily at a loss.

Zuo Weng is a first-class expert in the world, but he is not a natural martial arts wizard. He has the current martial arts only because of his three or four times the effort of others.

Zuo Weng didn't have the talent to make a fortune when fighting the enemy, but he had a lot of experience in fighting the enemy. Immediately, Zuo Weng remembered the experience and truth of "no matter what the shape of the sword is, it is the same as the sword". Regardless of whether the "thing" was big or small, the two fingers pierced straight out, and the sword cut the tree in two with the sound of "Katz"!

Jun Yiran frowned slightly, and clasped a fist at Zuo Weng in silence, frankly losing to Zuo Weng.

Zuo Weng smiled slightly, but was shocked to find that Jun Yiran did not have a trace of sweat on his forehead and arms after such an intense exercise, so he couldn't help but let out a "huh".

Jun Yiran naturally knew what Zuo Weng was wondering about, so he smiled and said, "Natural."

Zuo Weng nodded and stopped asking, sighed: "I need to end this one, and then rush to Wudang Mountain to rescue my useless apprentices and grandchildren, little baby, you can hide far away now, the old man will say 'You have been killed by me', what do you think of the best of both worlds?"

Zuo Weng is really not willing to kill the king, it is the same. Zuo Weng is really looking forward to what kind of realm this good seedling can reach when he is old. It is said that there is a first-level "God's Realm" above the "Grandmaster Realm". Such a height, but the Jun Yiran in front of him has such potential. As a senior who has studied martial arts, how can Zuo Weng not love talents?

Zuo Weng looked at Jun Yiran with a smile, thinking that his idea was very good, Jun Yiran would definitely agree to him, but the woman in the green shirt shook her head before thinking about it and replied: "Thanks to the love of the old man, How can Jun Yiran make a promise to others? As long as Yiran is still alive, he will have to pester you, not to mention that Xianchen is still in the hands of Master Chen, it is even more sloppy!"

Zuo Weng was stunned for a moment, and looked at Jun Yiran more kindly, without persuading him, he suddenly appeared in front of Jun Yiran like a ghost, and before Jun Yiran could react, he slapped her with his palm shoulders.

Jun Yiran really never expected that Weng Zuo would attack without warning, and he never thought that the entanglement between him and Weng Zuo was all due to Weng Zuo not moving!

The force of Zuo Weng's palm was not heavy, he didn't even feel pain when he hit his body, and Jun Yiran spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backwards, falling ten steps away!

This is an extremely feminine force, and Jun Yiran is unable to resolve it even with all his cultivation, he was beaten until all the bones in his body cracked, as if he would break into fine sand if he moved!

Zuo Weng said: "Little baby, just stay here. If we meet again by fate, you good old man will take me in!"

Jun Yiran heard that Zuo Weng was going to leave, he didn't care about the pain, he got up from the ground trembling, and said with a sad smile: "If the old man leaves, Xianchen will die, if you want to go, kill Jun Yi first Sure."

Zuo Weng was stunned, his eyes suddenly became dignified and regretful, he sighed, he raised his palm and was about to fly away and shoot down on Jun Yiran's head, when suddenly he felt a strange aura rushing in, it was like a flood bursting an embankment and submerging in an instant His muzzle!

The old and spicy Zuo Weng couldn't help but turn pale with shock, but when he came back to his senses, only Jun Yiran's trembling body was still blocking the door of the inn, and there was nothing else besides that, how could there be any raging flood?Everything is just an illusion.

Feeling surprised, Zuo Weng involuntarily looked at the distant Wudang Mountain, and muttered to himself, "Could it be that Master Chen became immortal?"

After finishing speaking, Zuo Weng laughed at himself, and continued: "Chen Xianshi is a hundred times smarter than me, but he is always opportunistic, never willing to keep his feet on the ground, and such a narrow-minded person like him can become a god? I won't believe it even if I kill him!"

Zuo Weng laughed loudly as he spoke, and raised his palm to hit Jun Yiran again, but suddenly felt a strange force in his chest that made his blood surge!

Zuo Weng was surprised and uncertain, trying to calm down, he felt more and more irritable.

Zuo Weng has cultivated the immortal way all his life, and he has already cut off the roots of the dust, but now for some reason, a violent thought that is most taboo for cultivators surges in his heart!

This thought was originally a giant snake, which was firmly held in the hands of the cultivator. Being pure-hearted and ascetic can make great progress in cultivation, but now it seems to be backlashing, like a big snake out of control biting each other with venomous fangs, For a while, the cultivation base accumulated over decades retreated, and blood kept spitting out from Zuo Weng's mouth, his life was in danger!

Jun Yiran showed surprise in his eyes, hesitantly said: "Old man... how could you be so seriously injured?"

Zuo Weng didn't answer, he seemed to be able to vaguely hear someone crying on the top of Wudang Mountain, sad and sad, faintly transmitted to the person's mind, crying so sadly, sobbing and saying something, I can't hear clearly , but Zuo Weng frantically wanted to comfort her, hug her, love her, and wanted to rush up to the top of the mountain and pour her into his arms right now.

"No one is allowed to hurt Bai Xiaohong..." As soon as these words came out, even Zuo Weng himself was startled, he quickly stretched out his fingers and sealed the acupuncture points on his body, sat cross-legged on the ground to adjust his breath, his face showed surprise and even more fear weird expression.

There were such omens at the foot of Wudang Mountain. Presumably, Li Yuerong had successfully assassinated Liu Hongyan. Bai Xianchen was so hurt that he volatilized all the "love poison" from his body. This was a good omen, and even Zuo Weng at the foot of the mountain could feel it. When it comes to the soul-stirring "enchantment Gu", one can easily imagine what Chen Xianshi on the mountain will look like.

It's just that Zuo Weng never thought that Bai Xianchen's "love poison" could be so powerful. The Wudang Sect Taoist Temple is a hundred miles away from the Chen family's Xiaozhan Mountain, and the excellent concentration cultivated by his own cultivation can't stand it. How could Liu Hongyan's understatement of "stay away from her" to avoid the charm of the "monster gu"?

In a daze, Zuo Weng looked at Jun Yiran, and saw that Jun Yiran was looking at the top of Wudang Mountain with dull eyes, muttering in his mouth: "Xianchen is crying...don't cry...don't cry... ...Who dares to bully Xianchen...I...I..."

With a thud, the words stopped abruptly, and Jun Yiran fell to the ground powerlessly, with a large amount of blood pouring out from his mouth and nose...

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