Someone outside shouted: "There are assassins!"

Zhong Hui stood outside the gate and said calmly to the soldiers who were coming: "Be patient and don't be impatient."

The leading general shouted: "We are waiting for you to protect the envoy!"

Those are my disciples. In the territory of metaphysics, who do you need to protect them?

Zhong Hui held the mace and said, "Come back later."

The general was furious, "Why are you here later?"

"Collect the bodies of those three people!"

Boom!

The door is closed.

Before closing, Zhang Xu in the courtyard nodded slightly to the general, indicating that there was no need to worry.

The air wave exploded violently.

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to block his eyes.

Then let go.

Everyone present was like this, but An Ziyu was the only one with the ruler on the tip of her finger turning smoothly.

This is for Ning Yayun!

Ru'an stood there, the sword in his hand still the same.

His expression remained the same, and no trace of damage could be seen on his body.

He stretched out his hand to block the two disciples, and said with a smile: "How safe I am."

Ning Yayun nodded slightly, "I'm Ning Yayun."

"I don't have many opportunities to do anything in my life."

"I haven't found a rival in recent years."

"Admittedly lonely."

"That's right."

"With your level of cultivation, you should be famous and should not be unknown."

Yang Xuan interrupted, "How long has it been since you had a good look at the world?"

Ru'an scratched his head, "It seems... almost ten years!"

This is an outsider!

"Zhang Zhuo ordered you to kill me?"

"Zhang Zhuo cannot give orders to me."

"Then we have a grudge?"

"I am a grassland person!" Ru'an stared at Yang Xuan, "My current disciples and my future disciples will also be grassland people. You have destroyed the Jibo tribe, can you stop?"

Yang Xuan shook his head, "No!"

"Why do you fight and kill?"

"Why didn't you ask Zhang Zhuo?" Yang Xuan felt that this old man was a lunatic. "The three major tribes repeatedly violated the border. When they were burning, killing and looting in Chenzhou and northern Xinjiang, why didn't you persuade them to stop?"

"I can't persuade you!"

"So, do you think you can persuade me?"

"Before I set out, I thought I might be able to persuade him, but now I think it's impossible!"

"So, what did you say?"

"If I can't persuade you, I'll kill you!"

"Son of a bitch!" Yang Xuan spat, "The Jibo Department has been destroyed. The next step is the Zhennan and the Tiger Control Department. I will sweep this grassland and make it the pasture of my Datang. Do you have any opinions? ?”

"have!"

The long sword suddenly moved.

laugh!

A scream.

The ruler in An Ziyu's hand flew over.

bite!

The ruler flew into the air, and An Ziyu reached out to grab it and hold it.

Chen Hua looked ugly, "Master, this is also a good player!"

The outcome between Ning Yayun and An Ru was not clear, but An Ziyu was able to use the ruler to receive An Ru's blow. Although he was at a disadvantage, his strength was undoubtedly revealed.

Yang Xuan smiled and waved without looking back.

A group of professors stepped forward cautiously.

"Professors, show your strength to them."

Yang Xuan felt like a bully who happened to meet a local gangster looking for trouble... There were a group of good guys behind him!

This comparison, how can you not pretend?

The inner breath bursts out, and the momentum suddenly rises.

Fang Jue's body was shaken, "Master, I can't defeat any of these people!"

When they first came in, the three masters felt that these guys with sly smiles on their faces were stupid, maybe there was something wrong with their brains.

But at this moment, these fools suddenly revealed their identities.

"Who are you waiting for?" An Ru looked solemn.

"Metaphysics." Ning Yayun said lightly: "I teach Ning Yayun, the master of metaphysics."

An Ru shook his head violently, "Master once said that in the Imperial College of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, there were a group of mentally ill guys. They were originally Xianyun Yehe, but they almost starved to death. Fortunately, they were recruited by the emperor and taught in the Imperial College.

.You are the one waiting?”

The corner of Yang Xuan's mouth twitched, thinking that good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles!

"Ahem!" Ning Yayun coughed twice.

"I didn't expect you to come to Northern Xinjiang. It's fate. I just have one request at this moment. Let my two disciples go. I'll take them without mercy."

Yang Xuan shook his head slightly, "Chenzhou is not a reverse traveler. You can come when you want and leave when you want!"

Ru'an smiled and said: "I'll give you a desperate blow, but he can't stop me!"

He pointed at Ning Yayun, extremely confident.

Ning Yayun smiled and said, "How about you give it a try?"

"Try? Okay!"

A scream suddenly started.

The sword light flashed.

With the inner breath bursting out, Yang Xuan felt the sharp wind blowing towards his face.

Ning Yayun stretched out her hand.

It's like pushing someone out of the house.

Very natural.

Also very calm.

The air wave touched his palm.

His palms suddenly turned over.

It's like suppressing something.

Boom!

Suddenly a small hole appeared in the ground.

Ning Yayun raised her head, "Dead or alive?"

Yang Xuan said: "You can do whatever you want."

The corners of his mouth were twitching.

Damn!

Ning Yayun has hidden her strength in the past!

No, he was hiding his strength before.
To be continued...