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Do you dare to move my people?

Without giving Wen Can any chance to choose, Duan Cheng lit his sword, and all the other disciples focused their eyes on Wen Can, as if they could stab him into a sieve as long as he dared to get up.

Wen Can said with a smile: "It turns out that this is the so-called decent way of doing things. It really impresses me."

He took a sip of wine, a very casual gesture, a lot was spilled on the table, but he didn't care.

"You guys guessed right, the "Participating Contract" is indeed in my hands, why, are you planning to steal it?"

The little disciple behind him snapped his teeth and danced his claws and said, "So what if we rob you, there is nothing we Wanjing Mountain wants that we can't get!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wan Jingshan really didn't pay attention to the rules of the Immortal League if he dared to force the disciples of the aristocratic family to snatch the cheats.

Wen Can turned her eyes and asked back: "If you dare to snatch the things left by Li Huai Xianzun, aren't you afraid that Qingxuan Mountain will settle accounts with you?"

Unexpectedly, the disciples of Wanjing Mountain said: ""San Tong Qi" is originally a thing of the entire fairy sect, but it has been preserved in Qingxuan Mountain for more than ten years. Why is it unique to you in Qingxuan Mountain? Ask all the immortal families if they agree!"

"That's right, we Wanjing Mountain are the first to disagree!"

Wen Can raised her eyebrows: "Do you have the guts to say this in front of Qingxuan Mountain?"

When it comes to the origin of "San Tong Qi", today's monks will inevitably mention the Lihuai Immortal Venerable of Qingxuan Mountain. He was able to ascend to the ascension only after he cultivated this secret book of immortality.

It is also because of him that the "San Tong Qi", which has been dusty for many years, was able to appear in the world, and let the world know that there really is such a shortcut to cultivating immortals in this world.

But before Lihuai Immortal Venerable, no one dared to touch this secret book. The things passed down by the masters in the world of cultivating immortals have been sealed up by a female elder in Qingxuan Mountain, and have never been seen in this world.

"However, I'm curious. Wen is now a disciple of Qingxuan Mountain anyway. Why do you dare to act presumptuously in front of me? Do you really think that I, Wen Yijun, is easy to bully?"

Wen Can knew that they didn't dare to offend Qing Xuanshan, so he would wait for him to take orders. If Yun Lian was here today, they wouldn't dare to yell at Wen Can even if they had the courage.

Duan Cheng put on airs and said: "Who doesn't know that the second son of the Wen family is a waste who can't even make a pill. Even if you are Ling Qingjun's junior brother, now that you are in our territory, far away water can't solve the near fire. It doesn't matter whether you hand over or not. If you come up with the "Participating Contract", you have to save your life!"

Ever since Wen Can stepped into the territory of Xingyang, Wanjingshan had already received the news, and they had prepared everything, just waiting for Wen Can to place an order.

As long as Yun Lian is not around, with Wen Can's three-legged cat skills, they can clean it up with their hands.

Wan Jingshan dared to grab things in broad daylight to ensure that the news would not be leaked out. Whether they got it or not, they would silence everyone.

After leaving this town, no one would know that Wen Can died here.

Wen Can stood up knowingly: "As a disciple of Li Huai Xianzun, since he can get the Miexie Sword, he naturally doesn't care about a mere copy of "San Tong Qi". If any of you have the ability to take it from me, Wen is willing to bow down."

It's just that he didn't expect that this day would come so early.

"Stop talking nonsense, today I want the revenge of my senior brother and the things in your hands!"

After the words fell, the disciples of Wanjing Mountain drew their swords in unison. The bright sword light was extremely dazzling in the small tavern. The surrounding guests could pretend to be calm and listen to their "chat". Frightened and fled around, a mess.

After the panic, the surrounding doors and windows were closed tightly, obviously they were ready, and they would not stop until his life was taken.

Under the overturned tables and chairs, a faint whimper drew Wen Can's attention, and a girl with disheveled hair bent over the ground.

Wen Can took a closer look and found that it was one of the girls who sang the song just now. When she was in a panic, she was trampled and injured, and she couldn't escape.

Wen Can picked up the piano, stuffed it into her hand, said a few words of comfort, then took off a sleeve, covered her eyes, and said, "Don't be afraid, play me another song, okay? Have a good time." Order it."

The girl's tears wet her sleeves, she nodded timidly, brushing the strings with her fingertips.

The cold light came out of its sheath, and in response to the brisk sound of the zither strings, the Miexie Sword hummed and hummed, Wen Can smiled charmingly, and a hint of sinisterness flashed in his eyes.

"You guys brought this to your door."

Then don't blame him for killing.

After Wen Can finished speaking, he raised his hand and repelled the Miexie Sword, a bright light flashed, and blood splattered everywhere.

As the swords met, the sky outside the window seemed to dim in an instant, and the smell of wine was filled with blood, staining the window sill red.

His moves are fierce, like a desperate style of play.Duan Cheng was frightened by Wen Can's scarlet eyes, and his hand holding the sword was trembling: "Why, how could... aren't you a waste, how could..."

Wen Can bent the corners of her eyes and narrowed her peach blossom eyes: "Trash? Are you talking about me?"

The ghostly voice seemed to have quenched the venom of a snake, and leaning over to Duan Cheng's ear, Wen Can lifted the sword and thrust it into his heart, blood spattered to the corner of his eyes, like a curse mark.

Wen Can bent over, pinched her white fingers between Duan Cheng's throat, moved her fingertips slightly, and there was a "click", such a tall and thick man had his neck broken just so abruptly.

The leader died, and the other disciples swarmed up. At first, Wen Can wanted to hang out with them and play a game, but there were so many of them. Dozens of people surrounded the tavern with three floors and three floors. It was obvious that they were well prepared.

With Wen Can's current cultivation, he can't hold on for too long, especially after a battle in the underground palace just now, which exhausted his energy.

Forget it, Wen Can thought, if he died here, before all the dirty things happened, would he still be considered a clean child.

If he really died, would anyone in the Wen family be sad for him? They should be, at least Aunt Rong would cry for him, and Wen Ziyu, a dead duck with a hard mouth, can always soften up.

What about Yunlian?

Wen Can lost his mind, his back was cut by a sword, sweat and blood fused together, and he couldn't tell whether it was the wound or the pain in his heart.

After he died, would Yun Lian remember that she once had a junior who made him ashamed?

In her mind, the pure white figure became clearer and clearer. Wen Can stretched out her hand, but she couldn't grasp it no matter what.Perhaps from the very beginning, his purpose of being close to Yunlian was not just to be his junior.

He tried his best to hide his embarrassment in front of Yun Lian, but he just didn't want him to dislike him. This feeling is cautious and worrying about gains and losses. Wen Can has hidden his emotions for too long, so long that he never thought about his emotions. What kind of feeling is it.

Yes... like it?

The whistling sound of swords rang in his ears, Wen Can suddenly withdrew his hands, closed his eyes, and pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth.

He thought that it would be a good choice to leave this world quietly with such an unusual feeling for Yunlian.It's better than letting Yun Lian down on him in the end.

Wen Can's body remained still, as if he was going to die calmly, the disciples of Wanjing Mountain formed a formation and stabbed at Wen Can together.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was opened, and Dushi Sword pierced through the crowd, shaking away the disciples surrounding Wen Can.

Under the gloomy sky, Yun Lian's slender figure stood in front of the door, his cold face seemed to have passed through a layer of frost, and the chill suddenly appeared.

"Big Brother..."

Wen Can murmured, thinking that she was still dreaming.But seeing that person's clear and ethereal aura, it doesn't seem like he is dreaming.

Yun Lian stepped forward in an instant, covering Wen Can's swaying and falling body, his eyes turned cold: "You dare to move my people, how many lives do you have?"

"Ling...Ling Qingjun." The disciples of Wanjing Mountain opened their eyes wide, and no one dared to take a step forward.

Even though they had never seen Yun Lian make a move, Ling Qingjun's name was heard like thunder, knowing that this was someone who could not be offended, the Wanjingshan disciples subconsciously wanted to run away.

"We are disciples of Wanjing Mountain, and we are both immortal sects. If you hurt us, Ling Qingjun, Wanjing Mountain will definitely not let it go!"

Du Shijian was back in his hand, Yun Lian held the sword in front of the door, blocking their way: "The disciples of Wanjing Mountain did not follow the regulations of the Immortal League, tried to provoke a dispute between the Immortal Alliance and killed the disciples of the Immortal Sect, Yun Lian was ordered to pay them , not one left."

The person in front of him raised his white clothes lightly, holding the World Crossing Sword in his hand, emitting a cold light inch by inch.

Wen Can blinked his eyes, and saw that his face froze, and then he jumped out, his body moving like the wind, two or three sword lights flashed, and all the disciples surrounding the tavern fell down, their corpses lying in one piece.

Wen Can leaned against the crumbling table, blinked and blinked: "Brother, did you kill someone?"

It was the first time he saw Yunlian kill someone, and he killed only one of the disciples of the immortal sect. If he didn't keep any of them, wouldn't Yunlian be afraid of offending Wanjing Mountain and setting off a battle in the world of cultivating immortals?

Moreover, didn't Yun Lian say before that they were all innocent people, did he ask Wen Can not to get involved with them, why did he do it himself again?

Is it for him?

Wen Can pursed her lips and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that my senior brother who has the world in my heart will one day hold a sword against my fellow sect. It's really unexpected."

"Not much skill, so much nonsense."

With a word of disgust, Yun Lian hugged Wen Can's waist and helped him up. The strong smell of wine mixed with blood penetrated into the tip of his nose, and Yun Lian couldn't help frowning.

"Drinking too much during the day, Wen Can, you are so courageous, do you still want to copy "Teaching Collection" as a punishment?"

Wen Can raised her head and smiled ingratiatingly: "I made a mistake, big brother, just because I got hurt, don't punish me for copying."

Yun Lian ignored him, and summoned the disciples of Qingxuan Mountain stationed here to deal with the funeral.

The girl curled up in the corner had already stopped playing the piano in her hand, and Wen Can blindfolded her, but she never dared to take it away.She didn't untie it tremblingly until she was helped out of the tavern, her eyes dim with tears.

Wen Can took out the money bag and handed it to the girl: "Take it, it's your reward for playing me."

The little girl looked at him in horror and waved her hands: "I can't take your money."

"Why, too little?" Seeing the girl holding the piano and waving her hands vigorously, Wen Can grinned, "Look at me, my sleeves are empty, and I don't have any more. If I leave here with these silvers, I should Enough for you to be safe for a while."

It is not easy to be involved with him and still survive.In the end, the girl still accepted the money and left with the disciples from Qingxuan Mountain who rushed over.

But Wen Can never let her see the corpses and bloodstains all over the room.