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- Chapter 301 Shocking News
Shanxi
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"Besides, the Yang family has some connection with the Hengshan sect. If others don't look at the monks and the Buddhas, they can't make things too difficult for them.
Therefore, the Yang family's arrogance has become more and more arrogant, and they have the potential to dominate Shanxi.
Now, the head of the Yang family has been killed by Guanyun Villa. There are many people in Shanxi who are happy and excited. They have long been displeased with the Yang family. Good and evil will eventually be rewarded!
The Yang family is located in Zhengtongcheng.
Yang Zhongchang is about forty years old. He is tall and burly, with a beautiful beard under his chin. He is a master of the Yang family's Sanshou. No one in the Yang family can beat him. He is the number one master of the Yang family.
The head of the Yang family who was assassinated by Guanyun Villa was named Yang Zhongwu. Although his martial arts skills were high, he was not as good as Yang Zhongchang.
There is not much difference in qualifications between the two, but as the head of the family, Yang Zhongwu is distracted by trivial matters. Even with the head of the family's mentality of controlling the clan, he still cannot surpass Yang Zhongchang.
At this time, Yang Zhongwu died. As his younger brother, the number one master of the Yang family, and also highly respected, he naturally became the best choice for the head of the family.
Over the years, as his martial arts skills improved and his popularity increased, he gradually became ambitious and wanted to replace his eldest brother.
Privately, he cultivated his cronies, secretly laid out his plans, and made all preparations. In two years, when the situation becomes clear, he will force his eldest brother to give up his position.
Unexpectedly, Guanyun Villa took the lead and killed the eldest brother.
Although he has coveted the position of the head of the family for a long time, he has always respected and loved his eldest brother and never thought of harming him.
After the head of the family abdicates, he will enter the Presbyterian Hall and the Discipline Hall, where he will meditate on the Yang family¡¯s unique spiritual methods and ignore worldly matters.
The reason why he has the martial arts he has now is because his elder brother secretly taught him the mental method. He has already learned the clan master's mental method of subduing the clan, the Guiyuan Gong.
This set of mental techniques is so mysterious and mysterious that it has never been seen before. Since practicing it, his skills have skyrocketed. He is confident that even if he faces masters from famous sects, he will never be at a disadvantage.
"Guiyuan Gong can only be practiced by people in the Discipline Hall, the Elder Hall and the head of the family. Although he has great prestige, he is still not qualified.
If someone from the Discipline Hall finds out, the eldest brother¡¯s position as the head of the family will also be abolished. The Yang family¡¯s family rules are so strict that it is difficult for outsiders to imagine.
When he got up in the morning, Yang Zhongchang stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sky. His face was full of loneliness, and there was a sense of emptiness after finally achieving his goal.
This is a spacious courtyard, with a bamboo forest to the west. The bamboo leaves have fallen, and a gust of wind blows, making a rustling sound, making it even more quiet.
He looked up at the sky, stunned. The sky was clear blue without a single dark cloud.
In the past, he had always dreamed of becoming the head of the family, but once the opportunity came and he was about to ascend to a high position, his interest waned and he found it difficult to get motivated.
"Dudu" the knock on the door rang, and amidst the sound of footsteps, a young man walked in from the outside. He had handsome eyebrows and bright eyes, a heroic appearance, a tall figure, a wasp's waist and a monkey's back. He was a rare young hero.
"Dad, it's time to set off, the ceremony will start soon." He came to Yang Zhongchang, his eyes sparkling and his excitement could not be suppressed.
Yang Zhongchang gave a long sigh, looked away from the clear sky, turned to look at his son, nodded, and said half-heartedly: "I know."
Yang Kerang looked at his father and asked in confusion: "Dad, what's wrong with you?!"
At this moment of great joy, my father suddenly became like this, not like someone who was about to ascend to the position of head of the family.
"Alas" Yang Zhongchang shook his head and let out a long sigh, turned to look at the sky, and seemed to be talking to himself: "I have thought about this scene countless times, but when it became a fact, I suddenly couldn't be happy. La¡¡"
"Dad, you are too tired." Yang Kerang said with concern.
Yang Zhongchang nodded and smiled silently: "Your uncle's death is really a huge blow to our Yang family As my father ascends to the position of head of the family, I have to avenge your uncle. Otherwise, it will be difficult to convince everyone." ."
¡°We, the Yang family, have so many experts, we can¡¯t take care of Guanyun Villa?!¡± Yang Kerang said with an arrogant look and nonchalant expression.
Yang Zhongchang shook his head: "Rang'er, you are wrong!"
Yang Kerang looked at him with a puzzled expression. In his impression, his father was extremely domineering. He had always blocked the gods and killed the gods. Why was he so hesitant now? He really didn¡¯t look like his father!
"Rang'er, Guanyun Villa is not as useless as you think." Yang Zhongchang sighed and said seriously.
"Isn't it just a surprise??Yijian Xiao Yihan? ! "Yang Kerang didn't think so, with a hint of arrogance.
Yang Zhongchang¡¯s face sank and he hummed: ¡°Rang¡¯er, do you think Xiao Yihan¡¯s reputation is all bragging by others?!¡±
"Dad, I don't believe he is that good!" Yang Kerang inherited his father's stubborn temper, nodded and said loudly: "At such a young age, even if he has great swordsmanship, how good can he be?! "
Yang Zhongchang sneered, shook his head and sighed, looking at him with compassion.
"Dad, am I right?!" Yang Kerang turned pale when his father looked at him, feeling a little guilty, and asked in a mumble.
"According to what you say, Master Yi Lin of the Hengshan Sect is not much higher?!" Yang Zhongchang had a sullen face and snorted heavily in annoyance.
"YiMaster Yilin is different." Yang Kerang stammered.
Yang Zhongchang glanced sideways at his son, knowing his little thoughts clearly, and snorted coldly: "Don't have wishful thinking, Master Yilin is now the head of the Hengshan Sect!"
"Yes." Yang Kerang nodded sadly.
"Did you know that most of Master Yilin's martial arts were inherited from Xiao Yihan?!" Yang Zhongchang sighed and shook his head.
"What?!" Yang Kerang raised his head suddenly, his face full of surprise.
"Xiao Yihan is Master Yilin's adopted brother. You know this, right?"
Yang Kerang nodded: "Of course, when Wan Lixing wanted to do something evil to Master Yi Lin, he was chased by Xiao Yihan for thousands of miles, and the news spread all over the world."
"The relationship between the two brothers and sisters is very good." Yang Zhongchang said, stroking his long beard: "It is natural for him to teach a few martial arts moves to Master Yilin."
"But" Yang Kerang hesitated.
The martial arts of the Hengshan sect are already the best in the world. There is no need to learn martial arts from other sects. On the contrary, it delays the martial arts of our own sect.
¡°Besides, as one of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, they are extremely proud. How can they allow Master Yilin to learn the martial arts of another sect? !
"Master Yilin's magical power of snapping her fingers is famous all over the worldit is said that she inherited it from Xiao Yihan!" Yang Zhongchang said.
"Really?!" Yang Kerang couldn't believe it.
Yang Zhongchang glared at him and hummed: "This is not a secret matter, and the Hengshan Sect does not shy away from it If Master Yilin is practicing the martial arts of the Hengshan Sect, although she is considered a master now, she is far behind. How can she be as good as she is now? Stand out from the crowd."
Yang Kerang smiled and hurriedly lowered his head, feeling guilty for daring to question his father's words. He was really dizzy.
"In that case, if we want to kill Xiao Yihan, wouldn't we be asking for trouble?!" Yang Kerang calmed down and asked doubtfully.
"Who says it's not?!" Yang Zhongchang hit his left palm hard with his right fist and said bitterly: "Your uncle doesn't know what's going on, so he thinks our Yang family is so powerful!"
"Then let's stop provoking Xiao Yihan, that's all!" Yang Kerang said nonchalantly.
"It's too late to say no to provocation now!" Yang Zhongchang shook his head, sighed, and said: "We sent several groups of people to assassinate Xiao Yihan. Although we didn't succeed, we angered him and took your uncle's life! "
"Besides" He sighed again and shook his head: "Since I know it is wrong, I still have to go on. Otherwise, the Yang family will never be able to raise its head."
Yang Ke let a sad look appear on his handsome face: "Yes, if you can't avenge your uncle, the people in the Elders' Hall won't be willing either!"
"So, becoming the head of the family is not that easy." Yang Zhongchang stroked his beard and smiled bitterly.
Yang Kerang lowered his head and thought hard.
After a while, he clapped his hands fiercely and said, "Yes, dad, we can ask Master Yilin for help!"
¡°Huh¡ª¡ª?¡± Yang Zhongchang stroked his beard.
The more Yang Kerang thought about it, the more excited he became, and said hurriedly: "Wouldn't it be great if we let Master Yilin help mediate and turn the hostility with Xiao Yihan into friendship?!"
Yang Zhongchang was disappointed and shook his head.
"What, dad, is there something wrong?" Yang Kerang immediately became anxious and asked hurriedly.
"You are wishful thinking!" Yang Zhongchang shook his head and snorted: "Not to mention that the people in the Presbyterian Church will object, even for the head of Yilin, I am afraid it will be very rare!"
"Master Yilin is so compassionate and will definitely help!" Yang Kerang said hurriedly.
Yang Zhongchang just shook his head and said nothing. After a while, he saw Yang Kerang staring closely at him, as if he would not give up until he asked for clarification. A fierce look flashed across his face, and he said fiercely: "Now, we are already riding a tiger and it's hard to get off. No matter what, we can't." If you retreat, you can only kill Xiao Yihan!"
"Can you kill him?!" Yang Kerang frowned. He had seen Yilin's martial arts with his own eyes and found it to be incredibly high.
And Master Yilin¡¯s martial arts were actually inherited from Xiao Yihan. Xiao Yihan¡¯s martial arts were so powerful that they were truly terrifying and invincible.
Yang Zhongchang sneered: "Although his martial arts skills are high, he is not a god. He always has weaknesses. No matter what, he has to be killed so that the position of the head of the family can be secure!"
Yang Kerang always felt uneasy, thinking that Xiao Yihan was the eldest brother of Master Yilin. If he saw him dead, he would definitely be sad.
"Uncle Yang, the ceremony is about to begin!" A young boy came in from outside and reported obediently.
"Let's go!" Yang Zhongchang cheered up and strode away.
Suddenly, his spirit was lifted, and his body was filled with power again. If he could kill a top master like Xiao Yihan, then the Yang family would surely flourish in his own hands, become famous in the martial arts world, and become one of the best martial arts families!
The majestic hall of the Yang family is solemn and solemn.
Dozens of people sit side by side in two rows. First there are a few elderly people. They look decrepit and dying. It makes people worry whether a gust of wind will blow them down.
The sound of footsteps could be heard, Yang Zhongchang took long steps, his feet were calm and steady, and he stepped in step by step.
When he came to the chair in the middle, he slowly turned around and sat down.
Everyone stood up together, clasped their fists and saluted, then fell to their knees one after another, shouting loudly: "Greetings to the master of the family!"
Yang Zhongchang looked majestic and waved his hand gently: "No courtesy."
Everyone stood up, their eyes focused on him, waiting for him to speak.
Yang Zhongchang raised his hands to the sky and said in a deep voice: "The ancestors of the Yang family are here, I will take over the position of the head of the family from today on. I hope that all the brothers and elders will work together to carry forward our Yang family!"
"Yes!" Everyone agreed unanimously.
Just now, they had held a grand ceremony. In the Yang family's ancestral hall, he was sworn in and became the twelfth generation head of the Yang family.
His prestige is already high, far beyond that of his brother. Now that he is taking charge of the Yang family's banner in this stormy time, it can be said that he is favored by everyone and no one has any objections.
"Head of the family, the revenge of the previous head of the family must be avenged!" An old man stood up and said with a sad tone.
Yang Zhongchang was startled and said hurriedly: "Dad, sit down quickly and talk."
This person is his and Yang Zhongwu¡¯s father, Yang Xuanming, who has entered the Presbyterian Hall and is the head of the Presbyterian Hall. He is the eldest elder of the Yang family.
Yang Xuanming sat down slowly, his movements were slow, as if he was about to take a breath, his eyebrows were lowered to the corners of his eyes, as white as frost.
But his eyes are still bright and full of vitality. It seems that living another ten or eight years is not a problem.
He coughed and took a breath for a moment. People waited quietly without interrupting.
He took a breath and calmed down, and said in a weak tone: "Master, Guanyun Villa has gone too far to bully others. If we don't avenge this revenge, how can our Yang family stand on the martial arts world, let alone develop it?!"
The death of his eldest son seemed to crush him. Everyone in the hall felt sorry for him, thinking that this elder might not live long in this world.
Yang Zhongchang said solemnly: "Yes, the Yang family will never spare Guanyun Villa and not take Xiao Yihan's head. He is worthy of being a son of the Yang family!"
"Kill Xiao Yihan!" someone shouted.
"Kill¡ª¡ª!" People responded with a roar, the sound shook the sky, the roof beams in the house rustled, and some dust fell.
"Chichi¡ª¡ª!" A chuckle suddenly sounded. Although it was soft and not loud, everyone felt the sound in their ears and turned their heads to look.
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People can't see her face clearly, but just by looking at her, their hearts can't help but beat, and they are attracted by her temperament.
"Who are you?!" An old man stood up. He was slender, as tall as a pine tree, with white beard and eyebrows, but a straight face, as if made of iron, which was intimidating.
He raised his hand, looked cold and stern, and shouted in a deep voice: "You broke into my Yang family's majestic hall without permission. What crime do you deserve?!"
"Gee, I'm so scared!" The woman's voice was as soft as honey. Listening to it made your heart beat faster and your blood boil.
"What a witch!" The old man shouted angrily, sensing something was wrong: "Who on earth are you?!"
"You want to kill my master, but you don't know who I am?!" The goose-yellow figure floated down, like a feather, and landed in front of Yang Zhongchang.
"Are you the Smiling Rakshasa Jiang Nanyun?!" Yang Zhongchang said solemnly, with a calm expression and a calm tone, and frowned.
"Little girl"??Nanyun! "She pursed her lips and smiled, and everyone's eyes lit up. It was like the roof of the entire hall was covered, and the sun shone in.
"What are you doing for trespassing on my majestic hall?!" Yang Zhongchang asked in a low voice, coldly, without any pretense.
Jiang Nanyun turned around, eyes flashing in his bright eyes, and said with a smile: "I'm here to measure you and see if you can kill my master!"
"So you are looking for trouble!" Yang Zhongchang stared at him coldly, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "You are so arrogant and treat my Yang family as if it is nothing, how can I allow you to leave?!"
After saying that, he stood up slowly, waved his hand and shouted: "Where are the Eighteen Iron Guards?!"
"Here!" a loud response echoed from outside the hall.
The door of the room was slowly pushed open with a "squeak", and eighteen people filed in. Their feet were silent and they came to Jiang Nanyun lightly.
"Kill without mercy!" Yang Zhongchang pointed at Jiangnan Yun and said calmly.
"Yes!" Eighteen people responded in unison. They turned to look at Jiang Nanyun, and moved their feet to surround her, with one circle inside and one outside. The small ring was surrounded by the big ring, and she became the center of the circle.
Jiang Nanyun stood with his hands behind his back, looking at them with a smile.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? These people are all bare-chested, the color is like bronze, with strange symbols painted on their faces. Their appearance cannot be seen clearly, they are like ghosts, very scary.
Jiang Nanyun could tell at a glance that the long knives on their waists were a bit longer than ordinary knives. With a "choking" sound, the long knives were unsheathed and neatly aligned.
"Kill!" The sword light flashed, as if a snow lotus was blooming. The inner and outer layers moved together, the body and the sword became one, and they all slashed towards Jiang Nanyun.
Jiang Nanyun's body swayed, like a piece of light and shadow, slashed by a long knife, easily came out of the body, and returned to its original shape, as if it had turned into a virtual body.
Seeing such a strange situation, everyone in the hall had a thought, as if cutting off the water with a knife was useless, and the long knife couldn't kill her! It¡¯s truly bizarre!
Is it possible that she is not a human being but a monster? !
Although they are highly skilled in martial arts, they are wary of unpredictable things like ghosts and monsters. They are not afraid of people, but afraid of ghosts. I couldn't help but feel worried.
Jiang Nanyun suddenly swayed, escaped from the sword light, and stood behind them, smiling, shaking his head and smiling.
Everyone in the hall changed their expressions. They were well aware of the power of the Eighteen Iron Guards. They were the guards directly under the jurisdiction of the family master. They did not listen to anyone else's orders except the family master.
These eighteen people, known as the Eighteen Arhats of the Yang family, are comparable to the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it is enough to show how powerful these eighteen people are.
"When it comes to martial arts, any one of the eighteen people is better than the people in the hall. They are really the elite force of the Yang family.
Who could have imagined that if these eighteen people attacked together and slashed with their swords, some of them would escape without any resistance.
If you don¡¯t see it with your own eyes, if you hear others say this, they will find it unbelievable and unbelievable.
Since the Eighteen Iron Guards took action, Yang Zhongchang has been stroking his beard and smiling, feeling reassured in his heart.
Before he became the head of the family, he had coveted these eighteen iron guards for a long time. Holding such elite power in his hands, the feeling in his heart was really indescribable.
At this time, this Jiang Nanyun actually came to the door. He was really sleepy and gave him a pillow. He just used the Eighteen Iron Guards to establish the majesty of his family head.
Seeing Jiang Nanyun escape, his expression changed, his hand stroking his beard stopped, his eyes flashed, and his brows furrowed.
¡°I didn¡¯t expect that this Jiang Nanyun was so troublesome that even the eighteen iron guards couldn¡¯t take her down.
The Eighteen Iron Guards roared angrily, shifted their positions, and once again surrounded Jiang Nanyun, not in a hurry to attack.
They shifted positions under their feet, with their long knives erected on their chests, and they walked quickly in a circle. They looked like the gears of a knife. The cold wind was strong and extremely scary.
"Master, let me do it!" A man stood up, took a step forward, bowed, and said to Yang Zhongchang with his fists clasped.
"Third Elder?" Yang Zhongchang frowned and looked hesitant.
The speaker was an old man. He looked very old, with a stooped body and wrinkles on his face. He walked tremblingly, which was worrying.
His eyes were dim, cloudy, and lifeless at all. He looked like a bad old man who was about to die.
But everyone in the hall did not dare to underestimate him. This was the third elder of the Elder Hall. His martial arts was extremely high. Although he had not made a move for a long time, he must be even more powerful.
Yang Zhongchang gritted his teeth and sighed helplessly. With a look of shame on his face, he cupped his fists and said, "Third Elder, this disciple is ashamed!"
The third elder waved his bony hands, slowlySaid slowly: "At this old age, it's time for the old man to leave. Before he leaves, if he can help, it can be considered as a contribution to the Yang family."
When he spoke, it was very laborious, and his breath was like a gossamer, slowly and leisurely, as if he would lose his breath and fall down at any time.
"Third Elder!" Yang Zhongchang said displeased.
The third elder waved his hand, a smile bloomed on his wrinkled face, like a chrysanthemum blooming, and he slowly shook his head: "I am an old man, I know very well that I have only two years left to live, and the head of the family does not need to say those polite words! "
Yang Zhongchang opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
He looked up at Jiang Nanyun, who was standing in the field with his hands behind his back, smiling, and the sparkle in his eyes shot out like cold lightning.
He nodded heavily. With Jiang Nanyun¡¯s martial arts skills, if he didn¡¯t fight to the death, he wouldn¡¯t be able to touch her body, let alone hurt her.
Jiang Nanyun walked on jade-like steps, strolling in the light of the sword, leisurely and contented. There was no need to draw the sword in order to tire out these eighteen people.
She could see that the sword skills they used were very powerful and consumed a lot of internal energy. It wouldn't take long before they would be exhausted and retreat.
The sword skills of these eighteen people are all powerful, but since she practiced Qingxu Sword Technique, the speed of internal energy has changed qualitatively. Her eyesight is sharp, and when she stares at it, everything suddenly becomes a bit slower, even though she has not used it. Qingxu's sword technique was so powerful, but it was enough to slow down a beat, enough for her to move calmly, and it was really effortless.
"Eighteen Iron Guards, retreat!" Yang Zhongchang waved his hand and shouted in a deep voice.
The figure of the eighteen people suddenly accelerated, the sword light surged, and then they retreated, turning from two circles into one circle. Their faces were tense, their ghost-like faces were tense, and their eyes were shining, which was extremely frightening.
Although they are known as the Iron Guard, they are not hard-hearted people. Instead, they are more fierce and extremely proud. Eighteen people joined forces and did not kill anyone, which is a great shame and humiliation.
"Gang Leader Jiang, the old Yang San, learn from Gang Leader Jiang's clever tricks." The old man stepped forward, slowly came to Jiang Nanyun, clasped his fists, and said in a weak voice.
Jiangnan Yunming's eyes flickered, and he turned around the old man, nodded, and said: "You have a good internal strength, and you can be considered a master."
"How dare you call yourself a master in front of Gang Leader Jiang?!" The old man smiled slowly, his wrinkles squeezed together, making him look unsightly.
"Let's take action." Jiang Nanyun didn't say much, the smile on Yu's face suddenly faded, she cupped her fists and saluted, and said in a deep voice.
The old man slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist. The long sword was slowly unsheathed little by little. His body also slowly straightened up, his rickety back became straighter and straighter, and the old look on his body faded away like a tide. , the wrinkles on his face seemed to gradually become lighter, and the originally cloudy eyes became brighter and brighter, as if the fog had dissipated, returning to their original appearance, and the eyes gradually became radiant.
With the sword completely unsheathed, he seemed to be a different person.
His body was tall and straight, his waist was straight, and his eyes were burning like blazing fire. Suddenly, he seemed to be more than twenty years younger, and his whole body was full of energy, like an unsheathed sword.
His sword and the person become one, the person is the sword, the sword is the person, and his whole body is full of sharpness, just like the long sword in his hand.
"Hi¡ª¡ª!" There was a sharp roar, and the long sword thrust out. It seemed like a light stab, but it made a loud sound.
Yang Zhongchang closed his eyes slightly, feeling bitter in his heart, knowing that the third elder had used the Demon Disintegration ** to overdraw his life and activate his full potential.
Even if he wins, he may not be able to save his life.
Only the elders understand this secret method. The other disciples of the family do not know it and have only heard about it a little bit.
This set of mental methods is secretly passed down by the Yang family. It is extremely difficult and profound. It is of little use in ordinary times, and it is afraid of disturbing the minds of young people, so it is not taught lightly. Only a few elders have learned it.
Jiang Nanyun stepped aside and flicked his fingers, his movements light and graceful.
In the eyes of everyone, it was obvious that her speed was not fast, but she just flicked it and hit the third elder's sharp long sword, as if the sword was sent to the door and was flicked by her.
"Zheng" A clear sound sounded, and everyone's hearts trembled, as if the sound was transmitted directly to the bottom of their hearts, causing their hearts to vibrate together.
The third elder's sword buzzed for a long time. He held the hilt of the sword firmly, and his face was a little pale.
Jiang Nanyun glanced at him, nodded and chuckled: "What a profound skill!"
Her finger also had the magical power of snapping her fingers, and the internal force popped out from her fingers in a spiral shape, vibrating at high speed, penetrated through the long sword, and penetrated into the body of the sword holder.
An ordinary master would vomit blood and fall down after just one move, but the old man was no different and could still hold the sword. His skill was obviously unusual.
The third elder swallowed hard and swallowed the hot blood in his mouth to avoid being hit.Everyone was so powerful, but they were secretly complaining in their hearts. They didn't expect this little demon girl to be so powerful.
"Buzz" He bit the roots of his teeth and shook his sword fiercely. Three sword flowers instantly trembled out. One breath turned into three pure things, covering the large acupuncture points on Jiang Nanyun's chest.
Jiang Nanyun still bent his fingers and flicked the sword flowers. The sword flowers immediately dissipated, and the long sword rose into the sky and rolled in the air.
With a soft "chi" sound, it was inserted into the pillar next to it, and half of the sword was lost. The hilt was still buzzing and trembling, like a snake unwilling to surrender and struggling hard.
The third elder's right hand trembled slightly, just like a long sword. Jiang Nanyun's magical power when he flicked his fingers was extraordinary, and it spread to his palm, making it difficult for him to control himself.
His face turned a little paler, and the third elder gave a bitter smile, shook his head and said, "Oh I'm still old. I don't use my muscles and bones to do my best. Old man, I am bringing shame on myself!"
"Third Elder, please step back." Yang Zhongchang said solemnly, with an anxious look on his face.
The third elder shook his head, turned to Yang Zhongchang and said: "Master, forgive me, old man, I have to disobey an order once, and I will go to the Discipline Hall to receive punishment later!"
He gave a bitter smile and hit his chest with his right hand. He spurted out a mouthful of hot blood and spat it on the carpet, exuding a slight chill.
¡°What a domineering inner force!¡± He sneered and glared at Jiang Nanyun.
Jiang Nanyun smiled softly and said: "The old man has wronged you. I have already shown mercy. You'd better stand down!"
The third elder laughed loudly: "People call you the Smiling Rakshasa. They say that the more you smile, the more murderous intent you have in your heart. Is this true or not?"
Jiangnan Yun smiled, her bright eyes swept away, and the waves were shining. Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they couldn't help but feel shaken and couldn't control themselves.
¡°Old man, in the martial arts world, there are so many people who spread lies, how can you believe them?!¡± Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and chuckled, shaking his head.
"I'm afraid it won't come out of nowhere?" The third elder laughed, hit his chest hard again, and spurted out another mouthful of hot blood.
This time, the blood on the carpet was actually burning hot.
"Third Elder!" Yang Zhongchang said solemnly.
The third elder waved his hand, stared at Yang Zhongchang, and said solemnly: "Master, the old man has to take the first step!"
After saying that, his body swayed and he rushed towards Jiang Nanyun with such incredible speed that it was hard to see clearly, as if he had turned into a shadow.
Jiangnan Yun smiled, her delicate body swaying, like a lotus on the water, extremely elegant, just in time to avoid the third elder's pounce.
The third elder jumped in the air, and was only one foot away from catching Jiang Nanyun with his palm. But at this time, his efforts were in vain and he could only watch and sigh.
His throat moved, and a mouthful of hot blood spurted out, spraying blood mist all over the sky. It was sudden and rapid, and it was hard to prevent it.
Jiang Nanyun's figure was shrouded in it. Seeing that the situation was not good, she swayed again and escaped from the blood mist.
But the distance was too close, even though she was very fast, she still couldn't help but get a little bit of it.
The third elder spit out this mouthful of hot blood, staggered, and slowly fell down. His body became rickety again, and his energy and energy suddenly disappeared.
"Third Elder!" Yang Zhongchang shouted in a deep voice and moved. Instead of helping the Third Elder as people expected, he rushed towards Jiang Nanyun.
Jiang Nanyun's arm was splashed with a little blood star, which was insignificant at first, but then he felt numb and itchy, and an invisible breath seemed to penetrate from the arm, traveling along the meridians, trying to get into the Dantian.
Seeing that the situation was not good, she moved her left hand and instantly hit several acupoints near the right shoulder well, using the method of cutting off the pulse to completely block the meridians.
In response to Yang Zhongchang's sneak attack, her delicate body swayed and she instantly moved one foot sideways to avoid his sharp grasp. She stretched out her hand to support the third elder and let him slowly put him down.
Glancing at the third elder, Jiang Nanyun smiled: "What a powerful and domineering technique. Is it worth it when you vomit out all your energy and energy with this mouthful of blood?!"
She remembered that her master had inadvertently mentioned that there is a mental method in the martial arts called the Demon Disintegration **, which can fully stimulate the body's potential, practice it to an extremely high level, and even condense the essence into a A little bit of blood light shoots out, and those who are hit will not be saved.
Although this third elder has not reached such a level, he can condense a mouthful of warm blood. His level is extremely high, which is quite rare.
"It's a great kindness for an old and dying man to drag you, a Rakshasa, on the road together!" The third elder sat on the ground, holding Jiang Nanyun's right arm, laughing with a happy expression.
Smiling, his voice became softer, and he suddenly coughed violently, his body was shaking, and he looked uncomfortable.
"What a madman!" Jiang Nanyun said lightly and looked at his right arm.
At the crook of the right arm, there is a goose-yellow shirt.There was a small hole, only the size of a pinhole, corroded by hot blood.
The rest of the blood mist sprayed on the ground, and the carpet had turned black, as if it had been roasted by fire, exuding bursts of burnt smell.
Yang Zhongchang stood behind Jiang Nanyun, no longer making sneak attacks, knowing that it was futile and would only make people laugh. He came to the third elder and said with regret: "Third elder, why are you doing this?!"
"Master, members of my Yang family can only die standing up, not kneeling down!" The wrinkles on the third elder's face suddenly became more numerous, his eyes became cloudy, and his voice became weaker and weaker.
"Third Elder, don't worry!" Yang Zhongchang nodded heavily and slowly put him down.
People in the hall looked at the third elder with fire in their eyes, and turned to Jiang Nanyun, as if they could incinerate her.
"How powerful is your Yang family?!" Jiang Nanyun smiled faintly, stood in front of the third elder, and snorted coldly: "On the basis of knowing a few crops, you will be tyrannical. Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish. How funny!¡±
The third elder stared at him, his breathing gradually weakened, his eyes slowly blurred, and he had fallen into confusion.
"Killkill!" He muttered to himself and slowly fell silent.
In the majestic hall, there was silence, and you could hear a needle drop.
Jiang Nanyun shook his head and smiled: "You are really unrepentant!"
"Shut up!" Yang Zhongchang turned around and shouted angrily, his voice loud and loud, making the lobby buzz and the windows shake.
Evening Sunset
Guanyun Villa
"Sir, I heard that Yingying was captured by the Shaolin sect!" Xiang Wentian stood in front of Xiao Yuesheng and whispered.
Xiao Yuesheng was sitting in the Ruoshui Pavilion, holding a scroll of books. Xiang Wentian stood in front of him, looking hesitant.
"Yingying was captured by the Shaolin sect?!" Xiao Yuesheng put down the scroll and frowned. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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