This made Zhu Lingzi stunned. Even if she was arrogant, she knew what the general in the western frontier who commanded hundreds of thousands of troops meant.

Kill him?

Her father and brother suffocated her to death in Qiantang River that day.

Then he killed?

cannot!

"Looking at it, there are three points of airs, but the western frontier is bitter and cold, what talent can be produced? People say that Zhao Hongling, the little princess of the Zhongshun Palace, is very good at martial arts, and I think it's just bragging." Zhu Lingzi looked at Wei Yang's face and gave a score in her heart, "How can she be compared to the scholars in the school? Her power is even more powerful than the noble son of a high school. What kind of ability can he have? She can only intimidate those Tartars who don't know anything."

After such a conspiracy, Zhu Lingzi knew it.

She thought to herself, "Then fight him, beat him up without recognition, and then drag him around Hami City, which not only hit the hearts of these savages who did not accept the king's transformation, but also made the world know that the Marquis of Beiting is just a waste and is not worthy of the princess of the Yue Palace." When she thought of her pride, she laughed twice and said loudly, "Okay, I'll fight you. If you win, we have nothing to say to the Cang Sect. But if I win, you should be..."

"Where do you come from so much nonsense? Draw the sword." Wei Yang raised the sword and pointed it at her.

This little girl is born with a beating and thinks that her father is all over the world, so she should be sober. Her fathers in the western frontier are not averse to her problems.

Zhu Lingzi immediately raised her sword and wanted to fight. A young man flashed out from behind her. Seeing her eyes were not eager, her face was quite arrogant. She held a long sword and stopped Zhu Lingzi's horse head, and said coldly: "Injure my disciple. If I, a senior brother, don't come forward, will outsiders think that our Cang Sect can be bullied?"

"Senior Brother Seven, why should I do it myself? I'll just go." Another young man in white.

Wei Yang stood with a sword on his back, watching the other party jump off the horse, but jumped in from outside the courtyard wall, and strode towards him with great momentum.

This martial arts is not as good as Di Xiu of the Songshan Sect back then. I really don’t know who gave them the courage to come to the west to seek death.

Wei Yang used a move to Hidden Dragon without using it. This move was originally half-pushed and half-hooked. How could that be used to that person’s martial arts were so bad? Wei Yang hooked his wrist with his left hand, pressed his thumb and then fell to the ground with a long sword.

"That's it?" Wei Yang was surprised.

The Diancang Sect is no longer considered a great sect in the world, but the disciples’ martial arts are so bad?

He patted the other person on the shoulder, and in his incredible gaze, he suddenly pressed down on his pipa bone, which did not destroy him, and only allowed him to use force for several months.

If they were allowed to escape unstoppable, what would they think the Beiting Marquis' Mansion could be bullied?

The group of people were slightly shocked.

"This guy's martial arts skills are not bad. By the way, who did you see his body skills clearly just now?" Zhu Lingzi turned around and asked.

"See me with some tricks!" Another young man in white.

Wei Yang still doesn't use one trick to hide the dragon.

Another long sword was added to the ground.

Wei Yang simply returned his sword to sheath and grabbed the third one and used a trick to split the muscles and bones.

At this moment, the seventh senior brother looked a little cautious.

"This person's martial arts is not inferior to all the junior brothers, so you should be careful." Senior Brother Seven shouted and asked, "Eighteenth Brother, go and meet this person."

This time, a young man with a young man with a green robe had three points broken than others, three points wider and more than twice as thick as he was a disciple of the Songshan Sect.

In fact, it is not. The Diancang Sect also has the mastery of short swords.

The man walked calmly and ignored his companion who was sitting on the ground and crying. He suddenly flashed to Wei Yang's side, and stabbed the sword in his hand from bottom to top.

Wei Yang sank his shoulders, and after that move, he did not use another move, and he still only used half a move.

However, when he grabbed the other person's wrist, he felt that the other person's wrist was like cowhide, and a tough rebound force shook his fingers. This person's internal strength was not weak.

"I have had about ten years of internal skills, and my foundation is obviously several times stronger than the previous three. This person should be an inner disciple of the Diancang Sect." Wei Yang turned his wrist and slapped the man hard to the ground with the "stele-opening hand" in the Iron Palm Technique.

Zhu Lingzi had to be surprised. She looked up and down at Wei Yang and said in surprise: "Who is your teacher? Can there be any expert in Xilin who can teach you a master like you?"

Wei Yang said: "Who cares about my martial arts teachings? Do you want to fight?"

"I'll do it." Senior Brother Seven finally didn't dare to send his junior brothers to give him any more points. He pulled out two swords from behind, let out a long roar, and jumped up on the back of the horse and rushed towards Wei Yang. The sword light flashed in the air, as if a sword shadow pounced in front of him.

Wei Yang took a half step back and finally used the complete "Don't Use Hidden Dragon". His right hand pushed forward, and a force hit the opponent's shoulder, but his left hand sank down, grabbing the opponent's right hand from bottom to top.

"Huh?" Someone in the crowd screamed softly.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Lingzi asked, but felt that the voice began to tremble.

Among them, the one with the highest martial arts skills is of course she and another hero, but the one with the strongest internal skills is this Seventh Senior Brother. If even he is defeated, then this time it will be a shame.

There was no time for the crowd to reply, and there was a bang in the yard.

Senior Brother Qi retreated backwards, barely stopping his upper body from falling to the ground, but his left shoulder fell down, and his right sword disappeared. When he retreated to the door, he could no longer maintain a balance. He fell to the door with a bang and fell to the sky.

Everyone exclaimed: "Senior Brother Seven!"

Senior Brother Qi turned over and got up and said in a deep voice: "It's okay!"

But a mouthful of blood was spit out of his mouth.

Wei Yang also took several steps back, but after he grabbed the sword, he stepped back and removed the internal force that the opponent had punched in his busy schedule, but he was not repelled by the opponent.

Only at this moment did someone in the crowd curse angrily: "You are despicable and shameless. You secretly learn the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of the Beggars' Sect. Do you think others can't recognize them?"

Understand people.

This is a sensible person.

Wei Yang nodded and said, "Yes, this is the eighteen palms of the Beggars' Sect's unique skills. I know the other seventeen palms. Do you want to understand them?"

The man's face was about twenty years old. He was dressed as a scholar in Jiangnan and wearing a flattened scarf. He rode his horse out of the crowd and sneered: "Who is surnamed Wei, who secretly learns his unique skills in other schools. That will arouse public outrage in the martial arts world. No matter how good your martial arts are..."

"It's really troublesome. How did the Diancang Sect teach his disciples? Why is it so unruly?" Wei Yang shook his head and suddenly developed the evil sword technique. The sword light was built. He crossed the courtyard wall and stepped on the horse mounts of everyone. He blinked back and forth in the crowd like a wisp of blue smoke. When he landed, there were jingles in the yard, and the ground was covered with iron swords.

At this point, the disciples of the Diancang Sect shouted: "My sword!"

The long sword they carried was left with only the scabbard, and the hidden treasure bag on the saddle was still there, but there was a big hole on the head. Some butterfly dart swallows fell all over the ground. It was obviously the guy cut it out.

This is the earth hammer that the princess said “Nothing is amazing”?

Everyone looked at Princess Xiangyang and a very young man who had been silent around her.
Chapter completed!