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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Sky and the Dragon Chapter 251: Lingshan

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    Chapter 251 Lingshan

    "Hold on!" Another old man floated up, went up to her, caught her in the air, and slapped her palm with a sharp wind.

    Fang Xueqing chuckled lightly, but her eyes were cold, and her jade palms greeted her.

    "Bang!" There was a dull loud noise, like a muffled thunder explosion.

    Fang Xueqing fluttered beside Wang Yuyan, like a floating catkins, silent and light as if nothing, the boat did not move at all.

    The old man Qing Kui was shot backwards and fell into the boat. His body hit him and staggered him. The boat shook a few times. A middle-aged man opened his eyes and helped him.

    The boat swayed a few times, and ripples appeared on the lake.

    He pushed the middle-aged man's hands away, his face flushed, his eyes twinkling, staring at Fang Xueqing: "Who is Fangjia?!"

    Fang Xueqing glanced at him and was too lazy to pay attention. She smiled and said, "Miss Wang, I'll do it!"

    "Okay!" Wang Yuyan responded. The sword light suddenly became sharp, bursting out with a dazzling cold light, and then he retreated. Fang Xueqing stepped forward. The two of them stepped forward and retreated, passing each other and landing on each other's position. They cooperated tacitly and were just right.  .

    The horse-faced old man was furious, as if he was insulted. He made a seal with his hands on his chest, and smashed his right hand down from top to bottom, as if he were making a seal.  ,

    The five fingers of the right hand are half-flexed and half-opened, like a fist or a claw, and they fall down like a meteor, with the sound of whirring wind.

    Fang Xueqing's bright eyes swept away, a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, her right palm stretched out from her sleeve, the parallel palm was like a knife, she cut it lightly, lightly and neatly, silently, without any anger.

    The old man¡¯s fingers swelled up and turned into eagle claws, and he scratched his head, his nails glowing with cold light.

    Fang Xueqing's palm is like white jade, and the knife in her palm is white and delicate. Her movements remain unchanged, and she only touches it gently, as if she is caressing it slowly.

    "Ah!" The old man groaned, his body swayed, his right hand suddenly dropped, his left palm was pushed out fiercely, and his body jumped into the air.

    Fang Xueqing's hand with the sword looked slow, but it was incredibly fast. When the old man changed his moves, his wrist suddenly felt painful, as if he had been struck by a red-hot iron.

    As if he was stung by a scorpion, he retreated and jumped up, pushing his palms to protect himself. It was a purely subconscious reaction, tempered by countless lives and deaths, without hesitation and with incomparable speed.

    Fang Xueqing's body swayed, and the white shadow disappeared in a flash. The next moment, it appeared in the air, as if it was hovering in the void. She shot out a light palm and collided with the old man's left palm.

    "Bang!" It made a muffled sound like a ball being kicked violently.

    "Bang!" The old man fell down diagonally, like a thrown stone, hitting the boat hard, and the people on the left and right had no time to respond.

    The boat shook violently for a few times, and the others stood firmly, as if they were stuck to the boat, but their expressions changed, staring at Fang Xueqing.

    With just a few moves, she was able to defeat the two old men with light and graceful movements without any anger.

    Murong Fu¡¯s handsome face was gloomy and his eyes flickered as he stared at Feng Fang Xueqing.

    Bao BuTong also had a gloomy face. Although she saved Wang Yuyan, the light was too bright, shining brightly like a sun, and everyone in the scene was eclipsed.

    Murong Fu felt that his heart was being eaten by a snake, and it was cold to the bone. This was just Xiao Guanlan's personal maid, but she had such superb martial arts, far better than himself!

    Fang Xueqing turned around and glanced at Wang Yuyan: "Miss Wang, are you okay?"

    Wang Yuyan shook her head and looked at the boat opposite: "It doesn't matter, thank you for coming. They are looking for your young master!"

    Fang Xueqing¡¯s dark eyebrows suddenly frowned, and she asked lightly: ¡°Who are you, and why are you looking for my young master?!¡±

    The horse-faced old man turned over and jumped up, staggered, and helped the other old man to stand still. He wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, became furious, poked his finger with one hand, and shouted: "Who are you, little girl?!"

    Fang Xueqing looked carefully and saw that they were tall and rough-looking. Although they spoke fluent Mandarin, she still guessed that they were from Xixia.

    "Are you from Xixia?!" Fang Xueqing's jade face has always been pale, as if covered with a layer of autumn frost, and her eyes are cold, as if she is looking down on all living beings.

    She has a beautiful face, but her indifference not only does not damage her beauty, but adds a bit of coldness, mystery, and fatal temptation.

    "That's right, I'm from Xixia!" The old man Qinghui nodded slowly and secretly transferred his inner strength to his companion to suppress his injuries.

    Fortunately, Fang Xueqing acted much more cautiously. Even though her identity was unknown, she did not kill her. She just gave Wang Yuyan a slight punishment and gave her an explanation.

    The horse-faced old man's injuries were not serious, but his blood was boiling and his internal energy was surging. He could not suppress it himself and needed help from his companions.

    "Why are you here looking for my young master?" Fang Xueqing asked calmly.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?The old man asked in a deep voice: "Is your young master Xiao Guanlan?!"

    "Exactly."

    "Haha, it took no effort at all!" The old man Qing Kui looked up to the sky and laughed, stroking his beard and said: "I'm looking for Xiao Guanlan to learn martial arts!"

    "Sparring martial arts?!" Fang Xueqing frowned, glanced at the old man with bright eyes a few times, shook her head, and said lightly: "My young master is in seclusion and cannot compete with others in martial arts!"

    She was confused. She thought they were here to take revenge on the young master, but she didn¡¯t expect that they were just here to learn martial arts and challenge them. Is this true or false?

    "Isn't it possible that Xiao Guanlan is afraid of our Xixia martial arts community?!" The old man Qing Kui stroked his beard and smiled.

    Fang Xueqing lowered her face and snorted coldly: "Joke!Who are you?!"

    "I, Zhao Changchun, are in charge of the Lingshan Sect." The old man stroked three strands of his beard and looked at the sky with his hands behind his hands, his expression stern and proud.

    "Zhao Changchun? Lingshan sect?" Fang Xueqing pondered for a moment and shook her head: "Never heard of it!"

    Zhao Changchun¡¯s expression changed, and he couldn¡¯t bear it. The Lingshan Sect was one of the most famous sects in Xixia. The Changchun Sword was famous all over the world, but she didn¡¯t know it!

    "Master, let me talk to her!" A middle-aged man came up with fists in his hands and said respectfully.

    Zhao Changchun gently chinned his head, took two steps back with a sullen face, and let go of the horse-faced old man. His injuries had stabilized and his energy and blood were flat. It didn't matter anymore.

    "Little girl, our Lingshan sect is here just to test Xiao Guanlan's strength. Just go and report it quickly. Do you think you can be the master?" The middle-aged man was burly and his voice was as loud as a bell.  Buzzing.

    He has a rugged face, a lion nose and leopard eyes, which open and close with an intimidating edge that no one dares to underestimate.

    Fang Xueqing waved her hands and said calmly: "I can make the decision. My young master won't see you, so I'd better leave!"

    "Bold!" The middle-aged man shouted, slowly unsheathing his sword, his eyes like a blade: "I want to see where you got the courage to be so presumptuous!"

    Fang Xueqing raised her eyebrows, sneered, turned to Wang Yuyan and said, "Miss Wang, there is a lot of trouble here, so you better go back first!"

    Wang Yuyan asked in a low voice: "How is your young master?"

    Fang Xueqing smiled softly, pursed her lips and nodded: "Young master is in seclusion, focusing on practicing and not thinking about anything."

    Wang Yuyan nodded slightly and took a sneak look at Murong Fu. She saw her cousin looking over with a cold look in his eyes, as if he didn't recognize her.

    She was startled and secretly cursed herself for being confused. Her cousin was so powerful that if he could hear her, he must be angry.

    She hurriedly shut her mouth, not daring to say anything more. She jumped lightly onto his boat, leaned over and whispered: "Cousin, do you want me?"

    "If you don't worry about it, you won't die!" Murong Fu said coldly.

    "Cousin" Wang Yuyan was startled and called out in a low voice.

    Murong Fu looked at her and sneered, his eyes cold: "I don't dare take it!My martial arts skills are low and I can't be of much help. It's better to leave so as not to be an eyesore here!Girl, please go back!"

    After saying that, he moved his feet and the boat moved gently.

    "Cousin!" Wang Yuyan's face fell, her breath became thicker, and she felt the anger raging in her body, getting stronger and stronger.

    Murong Fu turned his head and looked towards Taihu Lake, facing her with the back of his head, his expression was cold, and there was a chill all over his body.

    "Little girl is so rude, I will teach you a lesson for your master!" The middle-aged man shouted in a deep voice, his sword flashing and stabbing Fang Xueqing.

    Seeing this, Wang Yuyan didn't care to talk to Murong Fu anymore. She jumped onto the boat where Fang Xueqing came from and waved to Shijian.

    Shi Jian had been frightened for a long time. When he saw this, he jumped up and landed next to her. He whispered: "Miss, are you okay?"

    She couldn't help but worry when she saw Wang Yuyan's face was pale and her whole body was shaking with anger.

    Wang Yuyan shook her head and watched the fight between Fang Xueqing and the middle-aged man.

    Fang Xueqing extended her jade palm out of her sleeves, her parallel palm like a knife, she gently cut it and hit the blade of the sword, making a crisp "dang" sound, like the sound of gold and iron.
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