Yang Tiantai was stunned. He was used to being natural just now, and he accidentally used the Purple Elephant Art Technique of the Nine Sword Pavilion. The Purple Elephant Divine Art is the inner skill of the Nine Sword Pavilion. How could Mu Wushuang and Wanyu, two young boys with no internal strength, stand it?

Yang Tiantai hurriedly withdrew his hand and said with a blushing face: "Of course, two nephews, uncle, forgot to stop the force just now, are you okay?" At this time, Su Xiaoyu saw that Mu Wushuang and Wanyu were both kicked by Yang Tiantai and knelt on the ground, and hurriedly ran over to their injuries.

Seeing Mu Wushuang's face was covered in blood, Wanyu grinned and rubbed his right shoulder, Su Xiaoyu immediately screamed: "Brother! What's wrong with you?" Seeing that Su Xiaoyu was coming, Wanyu immediately endured the severe pain and pretended to be as if nothing had happened.

Su Xiaoyu ran to Wanyu first, squatted down and asked him, "Brother Ayu, does it hurt?" Although Su Xiaoyu reached the age of changing voice, his voice seemed a little hoarse, but it sounded very comfortable. Wanyu quickly stood up, squeezed out a smile and said, "It's okay, you don't have to worry, Xiaoyu."

Su Xiaoyu nodded, then turned to look at Mu Wushuang. Mu Wushuang was still squatting on the ground and bleeded his nose. "Ah! Brother Wushuang, are you bleeding?" Su Xiaoyu screamed again.

Mu Wushuang turned his head to look at Su Xiaoyu, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's okay, Xiaoyu, just a little wound." "Master Yang! How can you do this?" Su Xiaoyu stood up straight, with his almond eyes wide open, and he glared at Yang Tiantai angrily and said.

Yang Tiantai waved his hand even more embarrassedly and said, "That, girl, no..." "What's not?! That's it!" Su Xiaoyu jumped up and shouted, "It's just that you beat the two of them, I've seen them! It's you who injured Wushuang's nose!"

Mu Wushuang and the other two were stunned and looked at each other. Mu Wushuang's nose was injured by Wanyu, but Su Xiaoyu didn't actually see it. She just took it for granted that Yang Tiantai injured Mu Wushuang.

Yang Tiantai smiled bitterly and said, "Girl, I really didn't do this!" "It's you! You are so old, why don't you even tell the truth?" Su Xiaoyu still refused to give in.

"Xiaoyu, stop making trouble. This bastard's nose is really not played by Junior Brother Yang." Li Tianmu suddenly stood beside Su Xiaoyu and said slowly.

Mu Wushuang heard Li Tianmu's voice and quickly stood up from the ground. When he turned around, he saw that Li Tianmu, Lu Xianping, and Zeng Ding were standing twenty steps away. When Yang Tiantai saw that they were all coming to find him, he felt even more despised in his heart. He could only curse in secret: "Damn it, I'm just showing off my martial arts and forgetting everything!"

Li Tianmu and the other two also saw that Yang Tiantai had not returned for a long time. They were afraid of something unexpected, so they went to Nanjiao Lake to find him and Mu Wushuang. Li Tianmu and the other two saw Yang Tiantai and Mu Wushuang from afar, and the stubborn jade was fighting with great enthusiasm. They did not call them even if they stopped. They rushed over quickly.

Su Xiaoyu only cared about the safety of Mu Wushuang and Wanyu, and did not notice Li Tianmu and others. Li Tianmu walked to Mu Wushuang and the other two, and looked at Mu Wushuang and Wanyu with a dark face.

Zeng Ding couldn't help but exclaim: "There are not many young people who can force the Iron Sword Arhat to do their best. Senior Brother Li, you can receive such a great disciple in the village. You are a little lucky!"

Yang Tiantai walked over with a shameless look on his face and said, "Brother Zongmo, Gan Sheng is indeed..." Li Tianmu smiled and said, "Junior Brother Yang, why use the Purple Elephant Magical Art when you fight with them? It's a blessing for you to not practice it, otherwise you wouldn't have to kill these two bastards!"

Seeing that Yang Tiantai was a little ashamed, Lu Xianping hurriedly said, "The two nephews are sharp in their moves, and they are both steady and ruthless in their actions. Just talking about moves, Junior Brother Yang does not take any advantage. Brother Li, don't blame Gan Sheng." Yang Tiantai's face turned red and white, and said, "Senior Brother Lu is very much."

Lu Xianping sighed and continued, "Heroes are young, we are all old. Junior Brother Yang, don't talk about you, even if Feng Jue fights with them, he is not sure that he will beat them in moves. But Senior Brother Li really shouldn't have made the Tiangang of our sect..." Li Tianmu coughed, and Lu Xianping understood the intention and stopped talking.

Seeing Su Xiaoyu's big eyes flashing, staring at him upright, Li Tianmu hurriedly explained to her: "Xiaoyu, Wushuang's injury was indeed not caused by Junior Brother Yang, but was hit by A Yu's palm." Li Tianmu and others looked at it from a distance, so naturally they knew what was going on.

"Ah? Brother Wanyu beat me?" Su Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, shook his head slowly and said, "No, Brother Wanyu and Brother Wushuang beat this Taoist priest together. Why did he beat me Wushuang's nose? Is Brother Wanyu even stupider than me? It must be a Taoist priest who beat me."

Su Xiaoyu didn't understand martial arts and believed that Yang Tiantai injured Mu Wushuang. However, she saw Mu Wushuang bleeding from her nose and felt that Mu Wushuang was seriously injured, but she didn't know that Yang Tiantai just grabbed Wanyu's right shoulder, which was much worse than a little nosebleed.

At this time, Lu Xianping and Zeng Ding also noticed the little girl. After taking a closer look, they were surprised to find that Su Xiaoyu had bright eyes and white teeth, her skin was as white as fat, her lips were red and her nose was pretty, her fingers were like bamboo shoots, and her head was bright and bright. Although she was not good at applying her pink and plain clothes, she was like clear water from lotus, and the snow lotus lie on the white snow, pure and refined, spotless.

Lu Xianping and Zeng Ding thought they had seen countless people, but after counting it, they probably only their junior sister Long Yubing could compete with each other. Long Yubing is recognized as the number one beauty in Dongyuan. The three of them could not have expected such a peerless beauty in such a remote mountain village.

Li Tianmu watched Su Xiaoyu grow up since childhood and knew that she was so beautiful, but he never thought that his two junior brothers actually started to compare Dongyuan's No. 1 beauty with her.

Although Su Xiaoyu's face is now angry, his eyes are extremely clear and clear. He looks like a person without any intentions. Such beauties are always likeable. Although Jiujian Pavilion is authentic, he sneered at the pure mind and lack of desires and inaction. Therefore, disciples and disciples are also married to each other, and they should gain a name.

Su Xiaoyu was stared at by Lu Xianping and Zeng Ding, and thought he had done something wrong, so he could only ask, "You...why are you looking at me?" However, Su Xiaoyu was obviously not confident when he spoke.

Lu Xianping and Zeng Ding then smiled at each other. Lu Xianping nodded and said, "Girl, since you believe that my junior brother injured Wushuang's nephew, you must have seen it with your own eyes?"

"I..." Su Xiaoyu really didn't see it because Yang Tiantai turned his back to her at that time, and even Li Tianmu said that he was injured by Wanyu. Su Xiaoyu felt guilty and did not dare to lie, so he had to honestly explain: "I... I actually... I didn't see it very clearly..." When Su Xiaoyu said the last few words, it was as thin as a mosquito sound, and his face turned red like a rouge, which made people both pity and love.

At this time, Mu Wushuang had recovered and stood beside Yang Tiantai and asked, "By the way, Uncle Yang, you said you had something to ask me for trouble, what's going on?" Yang Tiantai was happy and asked hurriedly: "What? It doesn't matter if you are injured? You recover so quickly!"

"It's okay." Mu Wushuang said, covering his nose. According to the saying, the palm of Mu Wushuang was definitely not light. If an ordinary martial arts practitioner was hit by that palm, he would definitely faint on the spot. It would take at least ten days and half a month to completely recover.

"Uncle Yang, I just said that this is a bastard, you can't kill him." Wanyu said, but his tone of words became much more polite.
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