"What do you mean?" Feng Ge's face changed.

Bai Xingjian sneered: "You can tell that the woman named Wuya, who is now next to the owner of Dubashan Villa, is the most outstanding disciple of the Yingui Sect."

"It's ridiculous that the owner of the house is also a hero, but he was played with by a woman. He first killed his own brother's life, killed his number one general, and even stole the talisman seal and wrote a letter to her by name. "

Although Bai Xingjian said that he was despised by Fang Zetao, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the role of women in this world is too great.

Almost all men can't escape a woman except for the three great masters.

It is not Fang Zetao who is sad to be a beauty. Not to mention that he is just a supporting role in this world, even if he is as strong as Song Queshi Zhixuan, it will also fall into the hands of a woman.

As he said that, Bai Xingjian continued to shout: "Now, Du Fuwei's army is starting, Jingling can no longer hold on. You are still immersed in the scenery of Dubashan Villa back then, which is ridiculous."

Qian Yun, the young general on the other side, turned red and white again, his eyes flashed with sharp light, and he shouted: "Don't slander Mrs. Wu!"

"Hmph, Jingling is about to fall. If it weren't for the fact that he had been together in Duba Villa and Pegasus Ranch and fought against the powerful enemy together, Song wouldn't have gone this trip."

"Now, Du Fuwei is outside the army city, and there are demon girls in the power. If you want to keep the last bit of aura in Duba Villa, please make way for me immediately. Will I prove the identity of the demon girl, or will you also be confused by the demon girl? Is there any right or wrong?"

Feng Ge's face changed and finally sighed, "Since that's the case, please, Young Master Song, this is because of your Song family's reputation is so famous all over the world. I have only believed you once. If you have malicious intentions, I will never let you live a hard life."

"What do you mean? Let's talk about it when you meet me." Bai Xingjian snorted coldly.

Afterwards, under Feng Ge's leadership, the group passed several houses and knocked down more than a dozen guards, and they came to a beautiful garden.

The sound of the zither came faintly from behind a bamboo forest. The endless lingering and sadness in the ups and downs made people feel weak, and everyone's murderous aura could not help but lose a few points.

Everyone passed the path among the bamboo forest, and suddenly realized the light of the past. Another deep and quiet garden was another.

There were no maids and guards in the garden, but only a man and a woman sat in a small pavilion in the heart of the garden.

The man was Fang Zetao, and he closed his eyes and was completely immersed in the world of Zhengyin, and ignored anything else.

The woman's back was facing them and her hands were stroking the zither, but the infinitely beautiful back was enough to touch anyone's heartstrings.

Her zheng sound has a different taste than Shi Qingyun's flute sound.

The latter always has a taste of being close to the near and far, and being independent of the world.

But the widow gives people a sad feeling that is unforgettable; the more you hear, the harder you can give up. The image of your heart is pressed by a thousand pounds of stone, which makes people cry to the sky to exude one or two.

"Zheng,Zheng,Zheng!"

After several strong sounds filled with killing smells came from the Guzheng, it suddenly stopped.

The two turned around and saw Fang Zetao in his forties, wearing black clothes, red cloak, and thick black moustache on his upper lip.

The most impressive thing about the two was that his face was rough and thudded, but the eyes embedded in the numb face shone like two small lanterns, making him exude a terrifying and intimidating charm like a wild beast.

Next to him was the top beautiful lady in the Tang Dynasty. Her beauty was no worse than the stunning beauties such as Shi Feixuan, Shi Qingxuan, Shang Xiuxun.

Beneath the jade face is a beautiful body that is like the undulating mountains and rivers, crystal clear and full of elastic skin, and a delicate body that is like the most exquisite work of art. There is no flaw in it. It is born with beauty and charming the whole country, but that's just that.

Especially her beautiful eyes were filled with spring, which seemed to exude endless charm and magic. Ordinary people could not help but sink into it when they took a look.

She is a poppy flower on the edge of the cliff, exuding fatal temptation and charm.

Fang Zetao stood up, looked around everyone, looked at the face with anger, and shouted: "Who are you, Feng Ge, are you going to rebel when you lead them in?"

Bai Xingjian sneered: "The warrior is throwing his head out and sprinkling his blood, but the owner of the manor enjoys tenderness here, and is happy and forgets to return. Do you feel guilty in his heart?"

Fang Zetao's old face turned red and said unhappily: "I have my own opinions on the matter of Jingling. You don't need to teach me a lesson. Who are you? What do you want to provoke me to dominate the villa?"

The pavilion is as quiet as water, sitting in the pavilion, as if he turns a blind eye to everyone and does not hear it, which is unpredictable and profound.

Bai Xingjian sneered, "I'm just here to find the witch girl from the Yingui Sect, but I don't have time to pay attention to Master Fang."

Fang Zetao said sternly: "Wan Huan is gentle in character and does not understand martial arts. How could he be a witch from the Yingui Sect? Don't spit on others with blood."

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Bai Xingjian rolled his eyes, and he didn't even look at Fang Zetao. His palm flipped, and his palm shadow floated like a scattered flower in the sky, illusory and ethereal, and the dazzling shadows of the palms in the sky instantly enveloped the widow.

Bai Xingjian's sudden move was beyond everyone's expectations, especially his high martial arts and fast body movements, which would be difficult for everyone to resist even if everyone was prepared for it, let alone his sudden move.

Fang Zetao's face looked sad. Seeing that the peerless beauty was about to die, Bai Xingjian's palm, his tiger eyes were almost cracked, and he punched out, trying to surround Wei and save Zhao.

Unfortunately, his strength would not cause any obstacles to Bai Xingjian.

A punch came, and the shadows of the palms in the sky were still falling without any fluctuations.

"Oh, it is said that Young Master Song picks flowers and grass, and his piano skills are superb. He is one of the few elegant people in the world. Why is he so unkind to be so polite to Fan Wu? If Fan Wu didn't avoid him just now, if he was injured, wouldn't Young Master Song feel sorry for him?"

A sigh sounded, with endless sorrow and resentment, which was enough to make any man in the world break up and sink into his heart.

But now, listening to this sigh, everyone except Bai Xingjian felt a chill on his back, as if he was falling into an ice cave.

In the garden, flowers are blooming, a jade man in yellow is holding a jade zither in his hand, his eyes are filled with autumn water, his lips are like cinnabar, and he looks at the fragrance, as if he is the most beautiful existence in the world.

But such an unparalleled jade man can escape from Bai Xingjian's palm.

You know, as strong as Fang Zetao, facing Bai Xingjian's palm technique, he had no effect when he tried his best.

But no one knows how the woman in front of her avoided Bai Xingjian's palm and stood among the flowers, showing a posture like a celestial girl coming to ordinary people.

At that moment, it was so fast that it seemed as if I had been standing there from beginning to end.

At this moment, no one doubted the fact that Wuya was a demon girl in the Yingui Sect. If it were not for the descendants of Yingui Sect, how could such shocking martial arts have come?
Chapter completed!