Xiao Guanhong still remembers the old beggar's slap!

The old beggar was startled and looked at Xiao Guanhong, who was so angry that he jumped up from his feet. He was hurriedly pressed by Chen Feiyan and Di Yan, and also remembered him and smiled: "Little brother, don't be fine."

Xiao Guanhong was about to continue cursing, but Chen Feiyan covered her mouth and couldn't speak.

Seeing that Chen Feiyan and others stabilized Xiao Guanhong, Xiao Shuiling said, "This..."

Suddenly, a disciple ran in quickly and said, "Report!"

Everyone looked at Xiao Shuiling and said, "What happened?"

The disciple said, "Therefore, a group of monks led by Master Wubei and Master Dingjing, and some large and small sects, all came from Lin Yijian."

Xiao Shuiling said anxiously: "Prepare to fight and avenge yesterday!"

"Okay!" Everyone was filled with righteous indignation and picked up the guy and wanted to leave.

The disciple hurriedly said, "Saint Princess, don't be impatient. I think those people should not be here to fight."

"Didn't you come to fight?" Xiao Shuiling was confused, "What is that? Also, isn't the road not yet open?"

The disciple said, "It's not clear, but it can barely allow the army to march. As for them, uh, the Holy Princess, you'd better go and see it yourself."

Xiao Shuiling led his crowd to the square.

At this moment, an old monk slowly approached the temple under the guard of everyone. It seemed that it was negotiated.

Xiao Shuiling and others came to the old monk and were actually Master Wuku! "Master Wuku? Why did you lead the crowd today?"

Master Wuku looked at Xiao Shuiling and was shocked! "Xiao, Miss Xiao! You are actually the Holy Princess of the Tianmeng Sect?!"

Xiao Shuiling was stunned and smiled: "That's right."

Master Wuku shook his head repeatedly, and it was really hard to accept. "I said, no wonder Miss Xiao was able to break the 'Eighteen Bronze Man Formation' of My Temple..."

Xiao Shuiling said: "Master, stop talking about these things, why are you here today?"

Master Wuku sighed, "Oh. It's hard to say anything. Miss Xiao, we have finally seen Lin Yijian's true face and are unwilling to be driven by him anymore. We hope to join forces with the Tianmeng Sect to overthrow Lin Yijian!"

After hearing this, Xiao Shuiling was so excited that she didn't know what to say, and her excitement was hard to express: "Master, this is really great!"

The white tiger said carefully: "Saint Princess, will there be any fraud in this?"

Xiao Shuiling shook his head: "How could Master Wuku be a person like Lin Yijian? I must believe what he said!"

Master Wuku smiled and said, "Don't worry, Miss Xiao, monks do not lie. No matter what, I dare not betray the Buddha."

Xiao Shuiling turned around and said to Baihu: "What are you waiting for? Why don't you go and invite Master Wubei, Master Dingjing and his group in?"

The white tiger and Vermilion Bird smiled and said, "Let's go now."

"No need." Master Wuku said: "We come here this time and don't want to delay any further. We should send troops to Qinglong Hall now to overthrow Lin Yijian. After that, we should quickly rush to the imperial city and fight against the Demon Lord with the court."

Xiao Shuiling thought for a while: "What the master said is so, I will call on everyone to send troops immediately." He said to Baihu: "To those disciples who cleaned the road, let's do more work, we will clean up and send troops in a while." He told another disciple and went to inform the Murong family quickly.

"Yes, Princess."

The old beggar walked to Xiao Shuiling and smiled, "Girl, let the disciples in front retreat and leave the way to me."

Xiao Shuiling looked at the old beggar in surprise: "Senior!" and said again: "Thank you, senior!"

The old beggar said, "Thank you for being useless! Come bring wine!"

Master Wubei and others looked at the old beggar and felt familiar: "Old man, who are you?"

The old beggar looked at the grief and nodded with satisfaction, "In the past twenty years, there are still good people in the world." Haha, without saying much, walked towards the entrance of the canyon.

Under Xiao Shuiling's order, all the disciples scattered. At the entrance of the canyon, only the old beggar and half of the falling rocks were left.

Everyone looked at the old beggar and saw what he was trying to do?

The old beggar pulled the long bag on his back. When he spread it out, it was pitch black inside, about five feet long, like a very thick sword.

Everyone looked at the sword and couldn't recognize what it was. Master Wubei and others saw a lot of knowledge. At this moment, looking at the black sword, the originally old heart suddenly felt excited! "That! That's!" The Buddhist people who have always cultivated their own nature actually trembled at this moment!

The old beggar looked at the sword, and an indescribable feeling surged in his eyes. It was like the excitement of reuniting after a long time, or the regret of the impermanence of the world, and murmured in a low voice: "It's been twenty years, but I didn't expect that we will fight side by side again!"

Holding the hilt of the sword tightly, at this moment, the world seemed to tremble!

The wind blew. It seemed as if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was pouring into the dark sword, blowing everyone's clothes and collars! In this harsh winter, it added a little cold to this ruthless world.

Shen Feiyan leaned tightly into Xiao Guanhong's arms. Xiao Guanhong smiled and hugged her with both hands.

Di Yan walked towards Xiao Shuiling with a red face. Xiao Shuiling stared at the old beggar without paying attention. Di Yan stretched out his hand and gently held Xiao Shuiling's shoulder.

Xiao Shuiling's body trembled, and when she looked back, she found that it was Di Yan, and she smiled and snuggled in his arms.

"Wow——" Fortunately, the wind was loud, otherwise the shouts of the Tiannu Cult must have been quite impressive.

Baihu turned around and cursed, "What's the name? What's the name? Don't look at it inappropriately!"

The wind seemed to be gathered on the old beggar's sword. Everyone's eyes were also staring at the black sword. The sword became more and more imposing under the baptism of the strong wind! After a long time, it seemed to have accumulated enough power. The old beggar suddenly raised the sword with both hands, roared and slashed towards the canyon!

A sharp sword energy surged out of the sword body, and its momentum seemed to be able to split the world! This sword energy rushed towards the mountains to fall rocks, and with a "crackling" sound, it was like a shattering stone, shattering the huge rocks that blocked the road!

With such a big noise, someone couldn't help but cover his ears. The raised pieces of sand and dust completely filled the entrance to the canyon.

Everyone looked at it, Jingjing did not dare to speak.

When the dust settled, I saw that the canyon was unobstructed, and the huge rock that once blocked everyone's unstoppable journey had now turned into gravel.

Master Wubei shouted in disbelief: "Xuanming Divine Sword! That is Xuanming Divine Sword! You are Yan Yufei, the Great Hero Yan!"

The old beggar turned around and smiled: "It's the old man."

Qinglong Hall.

Lin Yijian and others rushed back in a hurry, but as soon as they returned, a disciple came to report: "Report to the leader of the alliance, something is wrong! Master Wubei and Master Dingjing, led their disciples and many martial arts people to the Demon Sect!"

"What?!" Lin Yijian was shocked and said, "Master Wubei, did you take the lead in sending troops to fight the Demon Sect? Why don't you stop me?"

"This...we can't stop it at all." The disciple said, "It seems they weren't going to fight. They left in a hurry, as if they were surrendering..."

Lin Yijian was completely stunned by this sentence. "Surrender? How is it possible?" He didn't want to think that Master Wubei and others would surrender. But how could these people go to fight? Apart from surrender, there was no second possibility... "How many people are there with you?"

The disciple replied: "In addition to those monks and nuns, there are also those from the Southern Xinjiang Alliance, as well as about half of the gangs, all followed..."

Lin Yijian almost fainted on the ground. Everyone hurriedly went to help.

Lin Yijian couldn't recover for a long time.

Someone asked boldly: "Leader, what should we do now?"

Lin Yijian closed his eyes, and the once arrogant spirit disappeared at this moment. "Let me be quiet..." With the help of his disciple, he returned to the room.

Murong Family Camp.

When Mrs. Nangong woke up, she found herself lying on the bed in a large tent with a table and chair in front of her. Murong Yujin and Murong Tianzheng were sitting there drinking tea and waiting.

When Murong Yujin saw Mrs. Nangong open her eyes, she walked over and said, "Mrs. Nangong, you are awake."

Mrs. Nangong looked at her environment and thought of her daughter, son and husband who were already different from others, and could not help crying again.

Murong Yujin and Murong Tian were both confused, "Madam Nangong, don't be sad for now, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Nangong, after a long time, she gradually stopped crying and sobbed and told the whole story.

Even though he was an enemy, Uncle Murong and Nephew gritted their teeth after hearing this and scolded Lin Yijian. Unexpectedly, he was so cruel to his most loyal friend!

Zheng was angry and a disciple came: "Repay!"

Murong Yujin hurriedly met him, "What's wrong?"

The disciple was full of excitement. "Mr. Prince Consort! What a great joy! Just now, the Tiannu Sect came to say that Master Wubei and Master Dingjing had joined the Tiannu Sect with nearly half of the martial arts people. Now Lin Yijian has betrayed his relatives!"

"This is what you say seriously?" Everyone was overjoyed. Even Mrs. Nangong, who had been sad, felt relieved when she heard this.

"It's true!" The disciple said happily: "And..." He glanced at Mrs. Nangong, then climbed into Murong Yujin's ear and said a few words.

Murong Yujin's eyes lit up: "Is that so? Where is he?"

The disciple replied: "He said he would not come forward now, and he would compete again when he confronted Lin Yijian!"

Murong Yujin nodded: "Okay! What news is there in the Tiannv Sect?"

The disciple replied: "The people from the Tiannv Sect said that they are gathering the entire army and preparing to attack Qinglong Hall. Let us send troops immediately and attack Lin Yijian!"

Murong Yujin did not hesitate: "Prepare troops and horses, we will send troops immediately!"

Mrs. Nangong said: "I'll go with you, I'm going to seek revenge on Lin Yijian!"

Murong Yujin said: "Okay, thank you Mrs. Nangong for help!"

Everyone walked out of the tent, and Mrs. Nangong said, "By the way, Mr. Murong, I heard him call you, Mr. Concubine?"

Murong Yujin said, "I will not hide it from my wife, my nephew will soon marry Princess Chaolu."

Mrs. Nangong congratulated her again. Suddenly she thought of something and said, "Since that's the case, the position of Mr. Murong's son-in-law is much larger than that of the Zhen Tuhao! Now, the soldiers of the Zhen Tuhao are also the mainstay of Lin Yijian. Only Mr. Murong can defeat others without fighting, and Lin Yijian has no chance of winning!"

Murong Yujin was overjoyed: "Mrs. Nangong said it!" He quickly sent someone to get the imperial edict. He said: "Even if this is the case, it would be difficult to get Zhen Tuhao to withdraw his troops. He couldn't help himself, all because people in the world mistakenly believed that the Holy Princess was the murderer who killed the prince..."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Nangong said, "Young Master Murong, don't worry, I can point Lin Yijian in person. Because it was me who pretended to be the Saint Princess and assassinated the prince." After a pause, he said, "That day, I was the one who made the Saint Princess plot against Brother Murong in the Eastern Family..."

Everyone looked surprised.

Mrs. Nangong said: "Please ask Mr. Murong to let me live for a while. When I defeat Lin Yijian, I will definitely apologize for death."
Chapter completed!