Xiang Wentian called Yu Canghai by name to come forward to fight. Although Yu Canghai knew that he was no match for Xiang Wentian, in front of so many people, if he couldn't win, he had to fight hard, otherwise he would be completely embarrassed, but

As soon as Yu Canghai took a step forward, he was stopped by his master Chang Qingzi.

"Canghai doesn't have to fall for this devil's trick. Xiang Wentian, you are really despicable. Knowing that Canghai is the successor of my Qingcheng faction, you plan to use this sinister idea to provoke Canghai into a fight with you. Then you can

Use this opportunity to kill Cang Hai and leave our Qingcheng faction with no successors. Do you dare to fight Master Dao?"

Chang Qingzi had a bad temper. After saying this, he already raised his sword and went up. The Shaolin Temple monk made way for him. Chang Qingzi roared and stabbed Xiang Wentian with his sword.

Chang Qingzi has also been a famous swordsman for many years. Over the years, he has been brooding over his loss to Lin Yuantu. Naturally, he worked extra hard on his sword. At this time, as soon as the sword move was made, he could see the cold light enveloped by the sword energy. Although

The long sword was somewhat disadvantaged compared to the scimitar in Xiang Wentian's hand, but the long sword had no such disadvantage at all in the hands of Chang Qingzi.

Deng Jiuru watched with great interest on the top of the mountain: "Madam, who do you think will win in the end, the cow's nose or the big clove of garlic?"

"Xiang Wentian has profound skills, and his machete moves are even more unpredictable. Chang Qingzi will suffer." Dongfang Bubai came to a conclusion after seeing the tenth move between the two.

"I think so too." Deng Jiuru nodded with some regret: "It seems that big cloves of garlic will be in the limelight for a while. It's a pity. It's a pity."

Dongfang Bubai smiled slightly, and just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly turned serious, and with a movement of his fingers, ten rays of cold light shot out as Dongfang Bubai suddenly turned around.

"Doll's weapons are really rare!" A harsh voice sounded. The other party was wearing a loose white robe. She was a woman in her thirties. Her appearance was somewhat pretty, but her expression was too weird, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The hair on her face stood up. She had no weapons on her body. When she saw Dongfang Bubai's embroidery needles, a cold light came to her eyes. She didn't dodge or dodge. She flicked her right robe sleeve and rolled all ten embroidery needles in.

In the sleeves of the robe.

Dongfang Bubai just saw that this woman blocked his needle effortlessly and couldn't help but be a little surprised. When he saw the tattoos on this woman's robe, he couldn't help but be startled. This was the mark of the elder in the sect, but this person was...

I had never seen it before. I remembered that I had heard that there were reclusive elders in the sect before. However, Dongfang Bubai looked at the woman opposite and couldn't help but frown slightly. This person was too young. If the legendary reclusive elders are still alive today,

He is over a hundred years old when he is alive.

At this moment, I saw the woman flicking her broad sleeves and saying:

"Return the original thing!" The ten embroidery needles that had just been sucked onto her sleeves stood like one after another. Now following the woman's words, the ten embroidery needles were picked up by the wind in the sleeves and shot toward Dongfang Bubai.

Deng Jiuru.

At this time, Dongfang Bubai, who was trying to figure out who this person was, saw that this woman was actually doing something to Deng Jiu, and his eyebrows stood up. His whole body's aura suddenly changed, he tiptoed, and he rose into the air and held ten sticks in mid-air.

He picked up the embroidery needle and then rushed towards the woman.

"Xiao Jiuru, after marrying such a powerful wife, you are not afraid of your husband's lack of integrity?" Just as two people, one red and one white, were fighting together, a middle-aged man in white suddenly jumped up from the rock next to Deng Jiuru.

, this man had a white face and a black beard, and he looked very upright, but his grin completely destroyed his tranquil temperament.

"Like a master, there must be a disciple. Master, you just like this powerful old witch. As a disciple, I naturally follow the master. But master, I am much better than you as a disciple. My wife and I are both married. He is yours."

Disciple's wife, but when can I call the old witch my master's wife?" Deng Jiuru glared at Lao Bujiu next to him. Yes, the man in white who was watching the fun was Deng Jiuru's master Su Baiyun, and the one opposite him was fighting Dongfang Bubai.

, is the old witch Deng Jiuru calls her.

Deng Jiuru opened his mouth next to him. Dongfang Bubai was so smart. He immediately understood the identity of the woman in front of him. With a desperate move, Dongfang Bubai made a feint to get away to Deng Jiuru. The woman also smiled with her hands behind her back, looking up and down.

He looked at Dongfang Bubai with one glance, and the look in his eyes made people feel chills running down their backs.

"I didn't expect that someone could really practice the Sunflower Book. In ten years, I'm afraid no one in the world will be your opponent." After saying this, the woman shook her head regretfully: "But, even if you are invincible,

, in forty years, no one else can kill you, you will also die under this magical power, what a pity, what a pity!"

"Old witch, what do you mean by this!" Deng Jiuru became anxious when he heard this. When it came to Dongfang Bubai's life and death, Deng Jiuru's eyes turned red.

"Sunflower Book is a Zhiyin Kung Fu. If you are born with Zhiyin bloodline, you can practice it even if you have no Yang roots. However, this doll is not of Zhiyin bloodline. Although you have achieved great success in cultivating it by cutting off Yang roots, it is necessary if you don't have Zhiyin bloodline.

If there is Yang Qi in the body, if this magical skill is not fully developed, the person who practices it for less than ten years will be cut off from Yang Qi and die. But now that the magical skill is perfected, the baby can survive for another forty years, but at that time the Yang Qi is cut off.

For a moment, no matter how powerful the magical power is, there is no chance of life."

After the woman finished speaking, Su Baiyun also nodded. Deng Jiuru knew that his master and the old witch looked like they were only around thirty years old, but in fact they were already over a hundred years old, but they were very skilled in kung fu.

Having reached the state of rejuvenation, they looked exceptionally young. What the two of them said was definitely not without purpose.

"Master, Master, is there any way to save my wife?" Deng Jiuru was concerned but confused just now. At this time, he calmed down a little and calmed down. Looking at the master's face again, he knew that the two of them were talking half-talk.

"It's rare to see your little monkey jealous and thick-necked. I want to watch it for a while longer. You are smart enough. Now you have come to your senses!" The old witch shook her head with regret.

"You brat, you just carried your master's Buddha's Light Sword down the mountain, but you haven't even given it a taste of blood. If you satisfy me, master, I will tell you the solution!"

It was also rare for Su Baiyun to see Deng Jiuru looking serious. The older the child got, the less cute he became. He was quite well-behaved and sensible when he was young, but now he is like a skinny monkey!

Deng Jiuru chuckled: "Master, please tell me how you want me to do it. You will be satisfied with it. If you don't like any of the following, apprentice, I will help you vent your anger!"

"Stop talking nonsense, get down and break your fast!" Su Baiyun's eyes widened, he raised his foot and kicked Deng Jiuru on his butt, knocking Deng Jiuru off the cliff.

Deng Jiuru turned around the moment he was picked up, and fell down the mountain while lying flat on his back. He winked at Dongfang Bubai with his face up: "Madam, look at me making a shocking debut today, if I do it later

No, the wife still needs a hero to save her husband!"

As soon as he said this sentence, Deng Jiuru did another somersault in the air, stretched his whole body into a straight line, and suddenly fell from the sky. He landed right at the place where Xiang Wentian and Chang Qingzi were fighting hand to hand. He kicked Chang Qingzi away first.

Xiang Wentian's long sword, Xiang Wentian's scimitar did not let go, but the whole person was shocked by the impact of the scimitar, and he fell back more than ten steps. He sat on the ground, and the tiger's mouth was already cracked.

At this time, both sides who had just been watching the fight between the two people were stunned, and then they started to make an uproar. Who is this kid who fell from the sky? No one in the martial arts community recognized Deng Jiuru except Yu Canghai. In the Sun Moon God Sect, no one recognized Deng Jiuru except Xiang Xiang.

No one in Wentian knew him. Both parties were guessing who Deng Jiuru was from when they heard him speak.

"I said this butt-back move is a unique skill of the Qingcheng School. When did you become self-taught?" Deng Jiuru smiled and looked at Xiang Wentian, who had fallen so hard that his buttocks hurt.

The scimitar, no, its jaws were shattered.

Chang Qingzi of the Qingcheng sect had not yet recovered from the blow of the long sword. His martial arts skills were laughed at by the boy in front of him again. Chang Qingzi, who had always been very high-spirited, vomited blood.

Ridiculing the Qingcheng sect was equivalent to ridiculing the upright sect of martial arts, so all the upright sect looked at him angrily.

At this time, the members of the Sun Moon Sect, who regarded Xiang Wentian as the savior of their sect, naturally did not give the instigator Deng Jiuru a good look. Their eyes widened, and the face of the little girl Ren Yingying was full of wariness.

Deng Jiuru touched his nose and realized that this appearance made the two factions public enemies.

Only Xiang Wentian didn't know what expression to show. Just now, the scimitar and Chang Qingzi's long sword touched each other. With just a little force, Chang Qingzi's long sword could be knocked away. Just when he was about to win, he was

This kid has messed up the whole situation, and even fell down in front of so many people. Xiang Wentian can't save his face. But now is the life and death of our religion, and the safety of the eldest lady is also extremely important. If we can save this Buddha's light in front of us,

It would be best if the heir of the sword could be used as his own, so no matter how angry Xiang Wentian felt, he still had to make friends with Deng Jiuru with a smile on his face.

Standing up from the ground, Xiang Wentian hugged Deng Jiuru with a smile on his face: "We met again, little brother, how are you?"
Chapter completed!