Wei Xuan had high magic power. At this time, he had already lost the power that was backfired. He immediately stood up with a cold face and said, "You little slut, is your martial arts really good?" Lin Miao narrowed his eyes and snorted: "I feel more and more that my master is saying something more and more. If I really want to kill you, that leg just now can cut you in half!" Zhang Hong looked at Wei Xuan tightly, and said in a silence: "Your surnamed Wei, you really can't beat Lin Miao, why are you pretending to be here?! I originally thought that someone would come to help, but it was vulnerable!"

After hearing Lin Miao's words, Qian Rendeng nodded with relief, then looked at Wei Xuan, who was so angry that his face turned pale, and slowly said, "Master Wei, you just died last year, so don't want another one?" Wei Xuan turned red and stared at Qian Rendeng and asked, "Old Master Qian, why did you say that?" Qian Rendeng sneered and said, "You can't beat my disciple in this life, so why would you give birth to another son--if you have enough talent and practice hard, you may be able to take my disciple's move in the future, which is worse than you can't even stop my disciple's move! Oh, it's embarrassing."

"You..." Wei Xuan's face turned purple when he was angry by Qian Rendeng, but he had no choice but to do anything. Zhang Hong glanced at Dai Deyong who was silently closing his eyes and using his skills to heal his wounds, and said with a smile: "Lin Miao, after you kneel down as Master Qian, you are indeed much more powerful! In less than three days, I will look at you with admiration." Lin Miao looked at Zhang Hong and shook his wrists: "But Lin is not the opponent of the National Master at the moment, you can wait a little longer."

Zhang Hong smiled slightly, but suddenly found Mu Wushuang and Zhang Tingmu flew up the city tower one after another and walked quickly to Qian Rendeng. Zhang Tingmu respectfully leaned over to Qian Rendeng and said, "This is Mr. Qian, right? Zhang Tingmu has seen Mr. Qian." Qian Rendeng waited for Mu Wushuang to finish his salute, and nodded vigorously and laughed: "I just said that there is no successor except Yu Shura! The talent of this child, Tingmu, is also one in a thousand! It's just that he has not met the guidance of a famous teacher."

Zhang Tingmu bowed and bowed to Qian Rendeng again, and then stood in front of Qian Rendeng with Mu Wushuang. Mu Wushuang pulled out a juluo sword and said, "Dai Deyong, Zhang Hong, and this one..." Lin Miao explained to Mu Wushuang and Zhang Tingmu in a low voice, "Wei Xuan, the leader of the Liangshu Sect." Mu Wushuang nodded with the tip of the sword: "Master Wei, I have long admired Daming. I met for the first time, please give me some advice." Wei Xuan narrowed his eyes and snorted: "Oh, this is Hua Wuchang in Lingzhou City? Sure enough, he is handsome, no wonder he can charm Long Yujian!" Mu Wushuang was not as good as Lin Miao's cultivation, and directly showed an evil smile and shook his head: "It's better than the man who lost his life when he went to the kiln. At least I won't go to get involved in the flowers and grass!"

Lin Miao glanced at Wei Xuan, and without waiting for him to burst into thick hair, he clenched his right fist and said slowly: "I don't want to talk nonsense to you - Mutou, the national master has given it to you. That leader Wei is mine, Brother Tingmu, the head of the sect is injured, can you deal with it?" Zhang Tingmu nodded silently, pulled out the tiger-headed knife and crossed it in front of him. Zhang Hong took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Tingmu and shook his head: "Young Master Zhang, you are the third generation of disciples of Jiujian Pavilion. Do you actually have to rely on tricks to find a bargain!"

Zhang Tingmu replied lukewarmly: "Although Master Dai is injured, Zhang cannot even beat Master Shang, let alone Master Dai." Zhang Hong frowned and raised his right arm and waved it twice. The other four palace guards immediately ran behind Zhang Hong and stared at Mu Wushuang and the other two. Mu Wushuang mentioned Ju Luojian and said, "Mouse, why don't you change it?" Lin Miao nodded and said, "There are many people in Master Zhang, and your Ju Luojian can play..."

Before Lin Miao finished speaking, four white lights had already roared past and directly pierced the chest of the guard behind Zhang Hong. The four guards screamed a few times and threw themselves to the ground one after another. Qian Rendeng shook his wrists and shouted: "Zhang Hong, I said that the heads of your dog legs are all in my hands! If they move, they will die. Do you think I am joking with you?!" Zhang Hong's mouth wrinkled tightly, and his face looked at Qian Rendeng with a dead face.

Qian Rendeng picked up his arms proudly and continued, "Amiao, Wushuang, Tingmu, you guys are here! Come and compete with the three of them in a fair competition, no one is allowed to do small moves - there is me staring here!" Lin Miao pulled out his horse stance and lowered his waist, and asked Mu Wushuang in a low voice, "Why are you two here? Where are the junior uncles and Xiaoyu sisters? Who are they with?"

Mu Wushuang also acted as the Phoenix Fenling Sword and let out a sigh of relief: "The uncle of the junior master is guarded by Aunt Luo and Brother Zixi. It's okay, don't worry about her." A trace of confusion arose between Lin Miao's eyebrows and eyes: "Where is Sister Xiaoyu? Still at the East City Gate?" Mu Wushuang sighed and shook her head: "She is okay, don't worry, I'll tell you the specific situation later." Lin Miao looked at Zhang Tingmu again with a suspicion, and Zhang Tingmu explained expressionlessly: "Miss Xiaoyu was rescued by Lang Qie. I rode the uncle's uncle's Zhenchen to find the wood first, and then look for you."

Lin Miao then nodded, then stared at Wei Xuan, silently using the internal strength of the Tianyang True Classic. Seeing that Lin Miao's flesh turned from white to red, Wei Xuan immediately said with some anger: "You kid who has practiced the Tianyang True Classic, won't you take my Sanjiu Fengjiang from Lengji Peak seriously?" Dai Deyong looked at Zhang Tingmu standing in front of him, and gritted his teeth and cursed in anger: "Long Sikun and Wang Lingyi dare not challenge me directly. At present, a young boy with a rich man who has not been fucked, dares to bully me with the support of a rich man!"

Thinking of Dai Deyong's resentful look at Qian Rendeng, just in front of Qian Rendeng's eyes. Qian Rendeng slowly tilted his head to look at Dai Deyong. Dai Deyong hurriedly lowered his eyes. Qian Rendeng snorted and said slowly: "My surname is Dai, the court curtain is two generations lower than you. His martial arts skills are definitely not as good as you, and Wushuang is not as good as Zhang Hong... But now it's Tian Ji's horse racing, so you have to be careful."
Chapter completed!