As his name suggests, the Zhenshanzi is tall and handsome, dressed as a scholar, and is also a long sword and white robe. He follows more than ten disciples and strode towards Wei Yang's house.

Zhenshanzi was full of true energy. His original intention was to shock Wei Yang, because the Kunlun Sect was not in Kunlun Mountain, but now he moved to Kunlun East Mountain. That was under Wei Yang's hands. They did not want to accept the rules set by Wei Yang.

But his voice was gone. Wei Yang was a little low-key, but extremely peaceful voice came over, as if it was a uniform line, not very solid, but it was never opened. This kind of internal skills surprised Zhen Shanzi.

But the sentence "Sincere, sin cannot be forgiven" made him angry again.

Zhenshan Ziyun's second true energy was heard. When he was gushing out, he heard the peaceful and gentle voice of a domineering girl, but there was an indescribable voice from the city. The soldiers and civilians in the city listened in a slanted ear, and their eyes kept staring at the faces of the Kunlun people. Obviously, Hami was completely unsuspecting to the words of the two young people.

Zhenshanzi immediately wanted to refute, but suddenly heard the sound of a trumpet in the north of the city. The sound was like a bucket of cold water, which suddenly poured on Zhenshanzi.

Compete with others for their strengths and weaknesses, which qualifications do you have?

"The Kunlun Sect is now the thinnest manpower, with only more than a hundred people in the entire sect. Most of them cannot even lift the sword. I wanted to use my martial arts to shock them, so as to show the importance of the Kunlun Sect to Hami. Don't you know that the two legendary young talents are so skillful in martial arts." Zhen Shanzi sighed in his heart. He was a person who knew the current affairs. He immediately changed his mind and turned around and warned, "Do you know what you should do after seeing others?"

The disciples looked angry and said in unison: "Master, we must never fall into the mighty power of Kunlun."

Zhen Shanzi smiled and said with a desolate feeling: "What's the power of the Kunlun School now? Remember, don't express your opinion first, let's see if other schools react."

When everyone arrived at the long street outside the gate, there were figures in front of them. Fang Sheng of Shaolin Sect, leader of the Beggars' Sect, Diancang Sect's Shuang Cang Sword, and the two masters of Emei Sect, Taiyi of Taishan Sect, and everyone actually gave enough face to Zhenshanzi and came to greet them at the intersection.

Fang Sheng said happily: "Brother Zhenshanzi, I was unexpectedly able to see you here."

Zhen Shanzi smiled bitterly: "With the current strength of the Vic Sect, I am afraid that I can't help the master."

Jie Feng said: "Brother Zhenshanzi, what are you talking about? Do you succeed? You must fight before you say it?"

On the contrary, Dian Cang Shuangjian persuaded him: "We have just heard about the affairs of the noble sect, so the leader of Zhenshanzi should not be too sad."

Zhen Shanzi nodded: "The two guys are here too?" Then he said to the Emei Sect, "Master Songwen, Fellow Daoist Zhang, are you here too?"

Zhang Furong smiled and said, "Chasing the devil Xiang Wentian, he happened to come to the western front."

She smiled like a flower, had a beautiful figure, and was wearing a Taoist robe. With this delicate smile, she immediately hit the lotus pond like rain, which made the young disciples of Kunlun and Diancang sects rippled, and they couldn't help but look at her face. Most people thought to themselves: "Why is she so beautiful?"

Zhu Lingzi snorted and frowned and looked at her lover. Seeing that he had just looked at him, then lowered his head with a blushing face and never dared to look at him again. He couldn't help but feel annoyed, so he turned around and looked into the yard.

Wei Yang did not look at Zhang Furong too much, and he was not particularly obsessed with uniforms.

"It's considered a royal sister, but that's just that." Wei Yang only glanced at it, and felt that his voice was quite nice, and then he stared at the head of the Kunlun Sect. He remembered that this person was also one of the top ten decent masters.

According to Zhen Shanzi's pace, Wei Yang made the simplest judgment of this person.

With strong internal strength and steady pace, the floor flow method will give the advantages to others.

"You can use the evil-proof sword technique to deal with it." Wei Yang thought to himself.

He didn't know that this plan fell into Zhu Lingzi's eyes and made her so angry that she snorted again.

"Although this person is very reasonable and very different from those pedantic, stubborn and stubborn old men, what is he? He is just a little lucky and can beat a few ordinary people. How can my husband be worse than him?" Zhu Lingzi was angry in her heart, and raised the horse whip in her hand and made a huge whip, which shocked the horses around her to neigh.

The head of Young Master Dian Cang was anxious. He knew that the cute girl was jealous again, but it was difficult to explain, so he cursed in a low voice: "Slutty fox, how come he looks like a monk."

But unexpectedly, although Zhang Furong is famous for her sleeve arrows, her internal skills are not low, and that sound is falling into her ears.

"Young Master of the Diancang Sect, what are you talking about me? A slutty fox?" Zhang Furong looked ridiculed, but looked at the Diancang Sword and asked, "Are all the disciples of the noble sect so impolite?"

He Wuqi hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist Zhang..."

"I'll teach him for your leader." Zhang Furong showed his Taoist robe, and the disciples of the Diancang Sect were shocked to defend themselves, but they could not defend her with her skilled martial arts. Only two crackling sounds, the Diancang Young Master shouted angrily, "How dare you hit me!"

Zhang Furong came in the air and stood in front of the young master. She slapped her twice in the face. The young master's cheeks immediately turned red and swollen, but she opened her mouth and couldn't say what she said next.

Zhang Furong pointed his mute hole.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Lingzi was angry and waved her whip to Zhang Furong's ankle. Zhang Furong glanced at her faintly and avoided her, but the cute girl refused to give up and drew her sword and rushed over.

"Master Fang Sheng, Dian Cang, are you watching this?" Zhang Furong's murderous intent appeared in her heart. She put one hand behind her and swept the whisk left and right with the other hand. An internal force entangled the sword that was stabbing towards her. She looked at the people and said coldly.

Master Fang Sheng had no choice but to say, "Prince Xiangyang, if you keep stopping, I have no choice but to..."

"You have to care? I'm going to kill her!" Zhu Lingzi took off her hand and threw away her long sword, but pulled out the sword of Master Dian Cang. No matter what tricks it is, she just stabbed Zhang Furong on the body, and she was vicious and cruel. If she really hit her, Zhang Furong's wonderful figure would definitely have seventy or eighty holes poked out.

Zhang Furong sneered three times, and the whisk shattered Zhu Lingzi's long sword, and then headed straight to her wrist, which was now using her martial arts to destroy her skills.

Fang Sheng was shocked and angry and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, why should you be so cruel?"

The words came out of his mouth, and others had already arrived in the battle formation. Only the cassocks were flying and the strong wind blew. It was his famous cassocks and demon-suffering skills in the martial arts world.

But he was gone with one move.

With a dinging sound, the little princess arrived first, and the moment Zhang Furong vomited out her internal force, grabbed Zhu Lingzi's collar from behind, tapped her big hole with one sword, cut her long sword with one sword, and hit her temple with another sword, then lifted back with Zhu Lingzi, and said in his mouth: "Okay, you should know something, let's rest."

When he landed, he threw Zhu Lingzi into Gao Lan's hand. She held the sword and said, "Today's matter, only by drawing the sword to compare the height can you distinguish the truth. Kunlun's abandoned disciples, come again."
Chapter completed!