The conversation between the two naturally fell into Wang Guan's ears. He immediately changed his face and turned his head and said coldly: "Dog? Don't think that riding a deer can pretend to be a big-tailed wolf! You don't want to be a dog like me!"

Qian Yiqun didn't mind others scolding him. As early as in Qionglong Mountain, he knew that any insult was just a cloud outside the sky.

Only power is real.

The kind-hearted man shook his figure and he was already standing on the ground. He was about to teach him a lesson when suddenly a white training flew out from behind him.

Bai Lian had two bells on one end, colliding in the air, jingling. The other end was wrapped around Yilin's wrist, covered by the false sleeves.

Before Wang Guan could react, he suddenly felt his legs tightening. When he looked down, his lower body had been wrapped tightly in Bai Lian.

Yi Lin pulled Wang Guan to the ground and shouted to Qian Yiqun: "Come up, let's go!"

Qian Yiqun flew over to the big-horned deer, slapped the deer's neck, and said, "Brother Lu, let's go!"

The big-horned deer ate too many fairy grasses, and there were signs of spiritual intelligence. She was very versatile and spread her four broad hooves and ran away.

Wang Guan was dragged to the ground and screamed.

The Wang family in the straw hut ran out one after another and followed the deer and shouted loudly: "Let go of manager Wang! Let go of manager Wang quickly."

Qian Yiqun didn't care about them, and he was still free and said, "You are decisive in killing."

"What are you going to kill decisively? I didn't kill anyone." Yi Lin said, "But he makes me uncomfortable, so naturally I have to teach him a lesson."

"It's okay to teach him a lesson, but it's not necessary." Qian Yiqun laughed, "How can he be a native chicken and tile dog like him make things difficult for you?"

"Yes, yes, at least you must be like a Taoist figure." Yi Lin laughed.

Qian Yiqun smiled and ran wildly, and for a moment he was speeding up, with an astonishing speed.

When he arrived at the Wangjiayuan, the manager of Wang Guan had already gone three souls and two and a half souls, lay on the ground and tossed and groaned.

"Who is the demon?" Wang Jiajian servant at the door held a whistle stick and lined up like a great enemy.

Yilin shook her wrist and took Bai Lian back with the sound of the bell. She was so leisurely that she rode silently on the deer.

Qian Yiqun said aloud: "I'll find a few people, Fu Yuze, Tianshi Mansion, or Bai Feng Kunzhong, Suzhou."

Another manager came out of the door. He glanced at Wang Guan on the ground in horror and shouted: "You are not giving our Wang family face!"

Yi Lin was a little impatient and said to Qian Yiqun: "Isn't it enough to call your friend out with a paper crane? In this Fengyang realm, we can leave early and leave early." She came out to play with her mother on her back, feeling guilty and wanted to go to the outside world earlier. As for Fengyang, she really couldn't raise the interest of this young lady.

"So it's a fugitive!" the in charge shouted, "Brothers, stop them and see the officials!"

Qian Yiqun didn't want to waste a paper crane, but it was quite complicated to draw talismans. It seemed that he couldn't care about it at this moment. Could it be that he really could kill him? He had just emerged from the fish basket, and the Wang family's guard house had already hit him with a stick.

"Shuifeng Well!" Qian Yiqun shouted violently, rubbing his body and rushing like a battle group.

A ball of black mist floated away, wrapping the guards in it.

I heard a ping-pong sound. When the black fog dissipated, Qian Yiqun stood alone, holding up his pen to write on the wings of a paper crane.

The Wang family protected the yard, all of whom were lying on the ground, moaning.

Qian Yiqun recited mantras and threw the paper crane into the air. The paper crane immediately came alive and flew into the air with its wings.

The concierge manager saw that Qian Yiqun was very capable and his legs were already weak. He wanted to kneel down to the ground and ask the master to spare his life, but he shouted, "Go and ask the distinguished guest from Tianzifang to help!"

Qian Yiqun heard this and said to himself: Hey, it seems that he is going to be a villain.

The Tianzi Room sounds like a room in an ordinary hostel. In the Wang family, there are a few small courtyards with separate doors, and the main building rooms are all complete, which is not weaker than ordinary families. These small courtyards are mostly scattered in the outer courtyard of Qianwangjia Village, and someone soon came to hear the news.

"The young leader of the Jinxiao Sect of a certain family, Lin Zhiming!" A young man in his early twenties came out of the door, carrying a sparse mustache, holding a sword in his hand, shouting loudly.

Soon a lot of disciples gathered behind him to boost his momentum and suppress his ranks.

Qian Yiqun glanced at him: "I'm here to find a few friends, it has nothing to do with you."

People often call "enemy" "friends" when seeking revenge in the world. Qian Yiqun is so arrogant that he should be misunderstood.

Lin Zhiming looked up and down at Qian Yiqun and turned his eyes to Yilin. Suddenly his heart beat very fast, and he was secretly frightened: This woman looks so good for the country and the people, how could she have the beauty in the world?! I, I, if I could say something to her, even if I die, I will be as I wish!

Seeing his erratic eyes, Qian Yiqun was displeased, and blocked Yilin and coughed lightly: "If some people's eyes are not polite, there is probably no need for them to grow in their eyes."

Lin Zhiming then withdrew his gaze, glanced at the Wang family guarding house on the ground, and said angrily: "You Taoist, you don't have any compassion! Since you are just here to find friends, why bother these people!"

"Do you let their stick fall on me?" Qian Yiqun sneered.

"Are you a monk?" Lin Zhiming shouted, pointing the sword in his hand directly at Qian Yiqun, "If you have a secret method to protect yourself, why bother with these ordinary people!"

Qian Yiqun picked up half of the whistle stick from the ground, the length was like a drumstick, and he weighed it in his hand, and summoned the Jie Yin Sword without saying a word.

A white light flashed, and Qian Yiqun had already walked through the ghost steps and appeared behind Lin Zhiming.

In an instant, the swords of the Jinxiao Sect members were unsheathed one after another, pointing to Qian Yiqun who suddenly attacked.

Qian Yiqun flirted with it casually, raised his hand and fell down, and slapped Lin Zhiming's butt with two consecutive sounds.

Lin Zhiming rushed forward in pain, drew his sword and slashed. When he was about to hit Qian Yiqun, he saw that the figure of this man flashed and disappeared!

Qian Yi jumped out of his ghost steps and appeared behind Lin Zhiming again. He made Lin Zhiming jump up with two more slaps.

"Ha, are you teaching a lesson for the children? It's so interesting!" Yi Lin rode on the deer and smiled brightly.

Lin Zhiming was beaten all over the butt, and had no power to fight back and dodge, and was already angry. He heard the beautiful woman he admired applauding and laughing, and his heart was like a knife cut. He couldn't tell whether he hated this man or that woman!

Qian Yiqun was greatly inspired.

I thought that King You of Zhou even burned his ancestors' foundation to win the beauty. He just had to hit someone else's butt. It can be seen that choosing a cheerful and extroverted girlfriend when choosing a partner is very important.

"Kill him!" Lin Zhiming shouted angrily, but was beaten by Qian Yiqun twice in surprise.

When the Jinxiao Sect saw this attitude, how could they dare to step forward? They were not afraid of death, but they were afraid that the young master would have a few shortcomings.

The Taoist man in front of him is obviously a master. If he annoyed him, he would not use a stick and replace it with a sword. What should he do? Between embarrassing and losing his life, it would be better to be embarrassed.

Lin Zhiming was so angry that he saw that his own people refused to come forward, so he drew out his sword and slashed around.

Qian Yiqun had already returned to the deer and looked at the young sect leader with a smile and roared in the air alone, closing his eyes tightly.

"The sword technique of Jinxiao Sect is indeed the sword falling on Jinxiao." Qian Yiqun sighed, "I don't know why I am qualified to live in Tianzifang!"

"This is the reputation of this sect!" A thick voice came from behind the sect. A middle-aged man in a golden silk robe walked out with a cold face and shouted sternly: "Jinxiao Sword Formation!"

"Uncle, you're sick because you look so ugly, right?" Qian Yiqun teased.

No matter who sees his son being teased, his face will not look good.

The leader of the Jinxiao Sect, Lin Jiade, only had such a precious son at the age of thirty. Now that his son has been humiliated, it is time to get him back!

Although the Jinxiao Sect looks like a martial arts sect, it rarely moves around in the martial arts world. It is one of the few sword cultivation sects in the Central Plains. It uses the Quanzhen Yuxian Sect as its sect, and claims that its sword technique is passed down from the Danyang Zhenren Ma Yu. Although the actual genealogy is difficult to test, the Jinxiao Sect does not rank the sect with the word Yuxian Sect, but "sword energy flows everywhere" is a real sect sign.

Tonight's sword formation uses sword energy.

Qian Yiqun knew that sword energy was easy to emit, but difficult to control, and thought that there were experts in the Jinxiao Sect who could control sword energy. When they set up a formation, they were faintly disappointed.

These Jinxiao Sect members have only reached the realm of inspiring sword energy. If you want to control it, they are still far from it.

"Go!" Lin Jiade waved his hand and ordered his disciples to step forward.

Qian Yiqun jumped into the sword formation, threw the whistle stick in his hand and replaced it with the Jieyin sword. He activated his mental arithmetic, supplemented by the eyes of the grass and trees, and included every movement in the formation into the analysis, and the priorities were obvious.

The sword energy passed by Qian Yiqun, just like a stage effect of cooperating with Qian Yiqun to show his strength, which only highlighted the calmness and magnitude of this man.

"Thunder come!"

Qian Yiqun followed the mysterious arts Yi to his position. It was the dead corner of this formation that firmly stood firmly and summoned the palm thunder. Since he realized the second level of the mysterious arts Yi, the power of the palm thunder can be superimposed by two Zhen hexagrams, which greatly increases.

Seeing the thunder ball and electric ball crackling, its power was terrifying. Before Qian Yiqun could send out the thunder, the disciples of Jinxiao Sect were already retreating in panic, and the formation was immediately in chaos.

Qian Yiqun is a person who refuses to waste at all.

Since thunder has been summoned, how can it be dispersed?

boom!

The thunder broke through the air and rushed towards Lin Zhiming.

"Don't hurt my son!" Lin Jiade shouted angrily, drew his sword and flew up, blocking Lin Zhiming. The sword in his hand reflected a blood red, spreading the bloody energy of the sky, wrapped in the sword energy to catch the thunder in the palm, stood there, shaking slightly.

"Everyone stops! They are all their own people!"

A Shanxi accent sounded, with a strong anxiety.

Qian Yiqun stopped his back and saw the door open. A slightly fat man was touching the sweat dripping from his forehead and ran over. He was wearing a brocade and gorgeous clothes, and he was only thirty years old. He was obviously a deacon with a close blood relationship in the Wang family.

The fat man gasped exaggeratedly, stroked his chest and shouted: "Uncle Lin, kind-hearted, stop first! They are all their own people! They are their own people!"
Chapter completed!