Tong Tianbing bowed slightly, then looked at Zhang Xiuwen and said, "Master Zhengge, why didn't you see your monster nephew?" Zhang Xiuwen took a deep breath and replied, "So, Master Tong is still holding an unparalleled grudge." Tong Tianbing smiled slightly and shook his head: "No, Zhang Zhengge is joking. It's just that the dog is not as skilled as humans, and I am convinced."

Zhang Tingmu bent his injured arm and said lukewarmly: "Senior Tong, I wonder if Tong Yin is coming." Tong Tianbing glanced at Zhang Tingmu and nodded proudly: "The dog is already on the way to come, and he should have entered the city. Why, the cold-faced man has something to say?" Zhang Tingmu frowned slightly. Before he could speak, Zhang Xiuwen had already taken the lead and said: "Tingmu, serve him." Zhang Tingmu was stunned for a moment, then bowed to Zhang Xiuwen, and stood aside silently and stopped talking.

Zhang Xiuwen rubbed his fingers and stood up straight: "Tong Master, Master Shang, today I am gathered in Qingtaochuan for the sake of the Han people. However, as well as we are people in the martial arts world, it is inevitable to compete and compete with each other." Shang Yuru looked at Zhang Xiuwen, chuckled and said, "Zhang Zhengge, since your father died in vain and Senior Zheng returned to the west, the Nine Sword Pavilion has been withered..." Zhang Tingmu and Zhang Xiuwen naturally knew that Shang Yuru were displaced and there was no successor to their Nine Sword Pavilion, so they couldn't help but clench their fists.

Shang Yuru saw a faint dissatisfaction rising between Zhang Xiuwen's eyebrows and eyes, and actually raised his voice and continued: "...What a pity! Yu Shura has married Longhu Mountain thousands of miles away, otherwise the Nine Sword Pavilion would not be so strong and Yang declined, haha." Zhang Tingmu immediately took a step and shouted: "Master Shang, have you said enough?"

Shang Yuru stopped laughing, stared at Zhang Tingmu with a fierce look on his face and said, "Boy, don't think I'll fly to the sky with a glance! If you didn't rely on the support of Jade Shura, you would have dared to claim to be a great sect in the Central Plains? It's almost the same for the sects of the world!" Zhang Tingmu's eyes glared, his neck turned red in an instant, and his veins were covered in flesh: "If you have the surname Shang, you can fight me if you have the affair!!"

As soon as Zhang Tingmu said this, Zhang Xiuwen immediately blocked Zhang Tingmu and said, "President Shang, no, Tingmu just said something for a moment..." Shang Yuru had turned his wrist and stabbed Zhang Tingmu on the neck without waiting for him to finish his words. Zhang Xiuwen could not help but try to avoid Shang Yuru's dragon spine sword, but thinking that Zhang Tingmu was still behind him, Zhang Xiuwen could only stop and force his internal force to lift his palms to clamp Shang Yuru's fast sword.

However, as soon as Zhang Xiuwen started to use his internal strength, he felt that his body was tweaked by Zhang Tingmu. Zhang Xiuwen turned his head and stared at Zhang Tingmu with anger. Just as he was about to stop him, Zhang Tingmu had already split his arms, blocked Shang Yuru's long sword with his left arm, and his right arm slashed Shang Yuru's left knee directly. Shang Yuru's left knee was smashed by Zhang Tingmu's right arm on his waist, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

After Zhang Tingmu succeeded, he immediately expressed his right arm and punched Shang Yuru in the heart. Shang Yuru pulled his right arm into his arms, and the handle of the knife in his hand hit Zhang Tingmu's right wrist. Zhang Tingmu could not dodge and was almost dislocated by Shang Yuru. But Zhang Tingmu gritted his teeth and retracted his right arm, and raised his elbow and hit Shang Yuru's chin heavily.

Shang Yuru was knocked out by Zhang Tingmu, and then he felt his right hand empty. Zhang Tingmu was holding the back of the dragon spine knife and actually grabbed the dragon spine knife from Shang Yuru. Shang Yuru then narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Tingmu with murderous aura. Zhang Tingmu threw the dragon spine knife about a ruler, then grabbed the handle of the knife and smiled slightly: "President Shang, I have a knife now."

Shang Yuru took a deep breath and glared at Zhang Tingmu with murderous aura on his face. Almost all the teeth in his mouth were bitten to pieces. Tong Tianbing looked at Zhang Tingmu silently, but was extremely surprised: "Nine Sword Pavilion does not have this martial arts! Where did this kid learn it? It is so powerful!" Zhang Xiuwen was not happy when he saw Zhang Tingmu using the Qinglong Zhenye fist to smash Shang Yuru's spirit, but instead he muttered in a mixed mood: "Tingmu and Wushuang Lin Miao and others practice day and night, which is incomparable to the same as before... Unfortunately, Tingye does not have the mind and spirit of Tingmu. Even though his talent is higher than Tingmu, he is also falling further and further away by the Tingmu... However, Tingmu is still too young and vigorous, annoying Shang Yuru how to end it!"

Thinking of this, the worry in Zhang Xiuwen's eyes became even more obvious. Zhang Tingmu looked at Shang Yuru standing opposite him coldly, and Shang Yuru's hideous expression slowly calmed down. Zhang Tingmu naturally knew that Shang Yuru was only caught off guard by Qinglong Fist, and he took some advantage. Now that Shang Yuru is serious, his chance of winning is smaller, and it can even be said that he has almost no chance of winning.

Sure enough, Shang Yuru touched his chin, then raised his right hand and waved it back and slowly said, "All Donghai Sect disciples will retreat thirty steps back." The six Donghai Sect disciples behind Shang Yuru immediately stepped back thirty steps neatly. Tong Tianbing also quietly retreated to a place twenty steps away. Zhang Xiuwen silently said in his heart: "Thirty steps? The windless waves of the Donghai Sect?! The courtyard curtains can't be dealt with!"

Thinking of Zhang Xiuwen's move, Shang Yuru had already spoken lightly: "Zhang Zhengge, you can't use your purple elephant magic skills now. Let Zhang Shaoxia use a knife to discuss with this sect - I also want to see how many disciples trained by Yu Shura are." Zhang Xiuwen was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Tong Tianbing. Tong Tianbing naturally knew that Zhang Xiuwen was dying and seeking help from him, but when he remembered the scene of Mu Wushuang killing his son, Tong Tianbing just turned his face and refused to look at Zhang Xiuwen.

Zhang Xiuwen was disgusted and stared at Zhang Tingmu with a bloody nose. Zhang Tingmu took a deep breath and shook his shoulders, then put the dragon spine knife on his left arm, pulled his horse stance and stared at Shang Yuru. Shang Yuru smiled and nodded: "Is the Shikun knife? Not bad, it smells like a dragon Sizhan!" Zhang Tingmu also frowned slightly when he saw Shang Yuru having seen through his martial arts.

Shang Yuru then narrowed his eyebrows and burst into a terrifying chill: "It's a pity that there is no murderous aura of Yu Shura!" Before Shang Yuru finished speaking, Zhang Tingmu's eyes suddenly burst into tears - Shang Yuru had already slashed at Zhang Tingmu's left shoulder with one palm. Zhang Tingmu hurriedly stabbed the tip of the knife upwards, Shang Yuru twisted his body to the right, and his right hand also tilted. When his palm hit Zhang Tingmu's shoulder, the strength was less than 40%, but even so, Zhang Tingmu's shoulder hurt as if it was broken.
Chapter completed!