Elder Huyang was stunned.

Zeng Xiaoyu's center of gravity was already leaning towards the rear, and Zijian's reactionary force accelerated his sinking momentum. With a muffled bang, he fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a large area of ​​dust.

Zeng Xiaoyu jumped up with the force, swung his sword and rushed towards Elder Huyang.

"Old bastard, take the call!"

This is the second time he has used his sword as a knife!

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Zeng Xiaoyu seemed to possess a god. Zijian slashed down with a sharp roar. Elder Huyang, who woke up from his ignorance, instinctively raised his sword to greet him. With a crack, his Zijian broke into two pieces. Zeng Xiaoyu's Zijian flew past his forehead, and a white hair flew into the air.

Quiet, silence as dead!

Elder Hu Yang's face turned pale. When the sword just now lowered a little, his sky spirit cap would be gone!

Elder Huyang clenched his teeth and slowly pulled out his mother's sword and pointed it at Zeng Xiaoyu, "Boy, you have been pretending!"

"Pretend you!" Zeng Xiaoyu was about to rush up when he waved his sword, and a low voice sounded in his ears, "Little Fish, change the sword!"

A mother sword flew out of the hand of Dayang Zhenren. Zeng Xiaoyu raised his hand to catch it, and then returned the Zijian to Qin Shuiyao. He shook the mother sword in his hand, feeling that it was light and there was no sense of heaviness. He couldn't help but take a look.

The cheers rose into the sky.

Elder Hu Yang's face changed again. Judging from Zeng Xiaoyu's action of receiving the sword, his cultivation level is probably more than the second-grade sword master.

With a sense of caution in his heart, his hands were not moving so quickly. Elder Huyang said, "Zeng Xiaoyu, since you can take the mother sword, your cultivation will naturally not be lower than the second grade, and you are not as good as us..."

"Damn it!" Zeng Xiaoyu slashed without waiting for him to finish speaking.

Elder Huyang originally wanted to say that it was better to shake hands and make peace. Unexpectedly, Zeng Xiaoyu was in power and was unforgivable. He was moving faster than him. A black light flashed in front of him, and the wind was already above his head, forcing him to draw his sword. Unexpectedly, Zeng Xiaoyu didn't want to fight him head-on. Instead, after his sword was used, he picked up his backhand from bottom to top. The mother sword in Elder Huyang flew to the sky "happily".

Everyone stared at the heavy sword that was falling rapidly. When it was about three feet away from the ground, Zeng Xiaoyu jumped up and kicked it to the bottom of the mountain.

Elder Huyang was empty-handed and watched his mother sword fly down the mountain. He turned his head and stared at Zeng Xiaoyu and said angrily, "Zeng Xiaoyu, you... you are too bullying!"

"If you talk nonsense, I'll send you down too!" Zeng Xiaoyu stepped forward, Elder Huyang quickly retreated and shouted, "Sect Master, is this how your Dayang Gate entertains guests?" When the voice fell, the person was already a hundred feet away.

Zeng Xiaoyu's eyes were cold and swept across the faces of others one by one, "Who else wants me to send it to you?"

Huh, hundreds of people instantly turned into a floating cloud and drifted down the mountain.

Zeng Xiaoyu slowly turned around and faced everyone in Dayang Gate.

Dayang Zhenren looked at him with a smile, and his senior sister Qin Shuiyao's apricot eyes were filled with affection. Almost everyone's eyes were filled with admiration and surprise when they looked at him!

There is only one exception, that is Zhang Zifeng!

"Sector! Please be the leader of the sect for my master and apprentice!" Zhang Zifeng knelt down in front of Dayang Zhenren with a pounce, bursting into tears.

What to do? Zeng Xiaoyu was about to ask him for a crime, but why did he run over there and kneel down?

"The head of the sect, Zeng Xiaoyu hides his cultivation and deliberately attacks my master and disciple, causing my master to be seriously injured. The disciple also loses most of his cultivation. Please let the head of the sect decide for us..."

Just a lawsuit, as for making himself look like this, do you even want the image? Zeng Xiaoyu looked at Zhang Zifeng with tears on his face, puzzled.

"Is Elder Lily injured?" Dayang Zhenren looked at Zeng Xiaoyu, "Xiaoyu, come here."

Zeng Xiaoyu came near, bowed and said, "Sect Master, this kid is just a fool. It was because he and his master ran to our Xumei Palace. It was the real thing that beat my master to seriously injured."

The true man of Dayang looked even more serious, "Is your master injured?"

Zeng Xiaoyu nodded vigorously, and Zhang Zifeng shouted, "Master, everything my disciple said is true. My master was indeed injured by him!"

Zeng Xiaoyu turned his head to look at his face. Zhang Zifeng deliberately avoided it and did not dare to look at him. Zeng Xiaoyu laughed and said, "Zhang Zifeng, do you also find it strange that your master didn't slap me to death?"

Zhang Zifeng blurted out, "Of course! If you were just an ordinary sword master, how could you have been beaten by my master and even hurt him..."

Pig head! Doesn’t this mean you don’t want to tell me?

The real man of Dayang looked cold, "You two come with me!"

Zhang Zifeng waved his hand quickly, "Sect Master, I won't be with him. He is a disaster star. Whoever gets close to him will be unlucky."

Dayang Zhenren frowned and scolded, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Senior sister Qin Shuiyao also said, "Xiaoyu just repelled the troublemaker, didn't you see it?"

Zhang Zifeng suddenly pointed to the mother sword in Zeng Xiaoyu's hand and said, "Sect Master, look!"

Everyone's eyes fell on the sword in Zeng Xiaoyu's hand, and a burst of exclamations sounded.

Zeng Xiaoyu looked down and couldn't help but be surprised. The blades on both sides of the wide mother sword in his hand fell off, leaving only a sword bone in the middle. No wonder he picked it up so lightly!

"Ah! My sword..." Qin Shuiyao was also surprised to find that her sword was covered with cracks. As her screams turned into pieces, there was only a piece of sword hilt left in her hand.

Zhang Zifeng was ecstatic, "Sir, look, look! Even the things he used were ruined. Zeng Xiaoyu is a disaster star. Whoever gets involved will be unlucky!"

The face of Dayang Zhenren changed again, and there was a little doubt in his eyes when he looked at Zeng Xiaoyu.

Zeng Xiaoyu secretly screamed that something was wrong. He must have thought of the disciples of the twelve palaces who broke the pill. If he really wanted to make the hat of the disaster star solid, the trouble would be great! He looked around and everyone couldn't help but retreat, including senior sister Qin Shuiyao!

It's over!

Zeng Xiaoyu put his last hope on Dayang Zhenren, "Master, listen to my explanation. Actually, I don't know what's going on..."

He had nothing to say after just one sentence. This matter could not be explained at all, and it was impossible to make up a story now!

"Look, let's talk about it!" Dayang Zhenren left with his sleeves.

Zeng Xiaoyu looked at Zhang Zifeng viciously, "Bastard, are you satisfied now?"

Zhang Zifeng suddenly jumped up and fled far away, "You disaster star, stay away from me!", and then he ran away in a flash.

"My junior brothers, you..."

Everyone ran away like a ghost, and no one listened to him.

"Senior sister, don't you think I'm a disaster star, too?"

Although Qin Shuiyao did not run away with others, she took a few steps back and said with tears in her eyes, "Xiaoyu, after meeting you yesterday, I found that making the sword is not as smooth as before, and there are signs of being blocked in the breath. Tell me, is it related to you?"
Chapter completed!