Probably because he saw the little yellow comic he had dreamed of, Jin Xuelang changed his dignified and arrogant expression and asked very enthusiastically: "You two little Taoist friends, can you give me this book? I'm looking for this book."

I’ve been looking for it for a long time!”

Mei Ziqing suddenly became furious for some unknown reason: "First come first served, this picture album belongs to us."

Jin Xuelang suppressed the smile on his face, turned to the shop owner and said: "The two bags of spiritual stones just now belonged to you. I want this one, so there is no need to look for it."

He said and stuffed it into his arms, and was about to glance at Mei Ziqing disdainfully, but he only saw Mei Ziqing's sword pressed against his chest.

Mei Ziqing drew the sword so fast that even Yan Fanglin was startled.

The monks around Jin Xuelang were not ordinary people. They drew their swords and pointed them at them.

The shop owner hurriedly said: "Xian Ke, please calm down!"

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but Yanfanglin knew the skills of the people around Jin Xuelang. The four young ones were the next best, and the most powerful was the lame old man behind him who was responsible for holding the umbrella.

According to the original work of "The Outlaw", Jin Xuelang's father only had such a son when he was nearly fifty years old. The baby was abnormal. He assigned Jin Xuelang many bodyguards since he was a child. The most powerful one was the one who followed him.

Next to him was Uncle Shen, who was plain-looking and lame on one leg, but he was a big shot in the Nascent Soul stage. In order to protect Jin Xuelang, he only pretended to be an umbrella holder.

Jin Xuelang bosses around outside and never loses in a fight. He thinks he is awesome, but little does he know that it was Uncle Shen next to him who did it secretly.

Yan Fanglin glanced at Uncle Shen. Uncle Shen's face was expressionless. He noticed his gaze and looked towards him.

"We are all of the same kind. Why do we have to do this for the sake of a picture album? This is a good day for Master Ye. We can't cause trouble on other people's territory." Yan Fanglin took Mei Ziqing's arm and said:

"Xiaoqing, let's give the book to this young master and let's go."

It's a pity that Mei Ziqing is used to being arrogant and indulgent in Qingzhu Peak and has never been beaten by the society. He has long disliked Jin Xuelang and saw that he bullies others. He is willing to leave. He took something out of the Qiankun bag and put it on his sword.

With a slight stroke on the body, the fight started.

This is the first time Yan Fanglin has seen friends from the cultivation world fight since he traveled to the world of cultivation.

Mei Ziqing was one of the weaker ones in "The Evil Disciple". She originally thought that this person was about the same as herself, but it wasn't until a sword light flew away a monk next to Jin Xuelang that Yan Fanglin couldn't help but

He howled: "Fuck me!"

Xiaoqing is awesome!

Mei Ziqing won the first battle, and her eyes became proud: "Remember, young master Qingzhufeng Mei Ziqing."

After he finished speaking, he raised his sword and jumped up again. The remaining three monks did not dare to be careless this time. The three of them stepped forward together. Yan Fanglin took a step back and said in a panic: "Be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw all three monks flying out.

Yan Fanglin and Jin Xuelang were both dumbfounded.

The smile on Jin Xuelang's face condensed. He put the picture album in his arms and closed the golden fan.

The store owner climbed out from behind the collapsed bookshelf, stretched out his hand and said: "Several gentlemen..."

Just as he was speaking halfway, he saw the golden fan in Jin Xuelang's hand thrown out. He was so frightened that he leaned over suddenly. The golden fan sharpened iron like mud and scratched Mei Ziqing's robe, instantly creating a gash.

, Mei Ziqing staggered and stood still, lowered her head and dug into his Qiankun bag again. Before he could take out anything from the Qiankun bag, the golden fan spun in the air and cut off the strap of the Qiankun bag.

Yan Fanglin could see at this moment that Mei Ziqing was so awesome just now, not because of his awesome skills, but because of the awesome treasure in his Qiankun bag. Now that there is no external help, he is about to be beaten violently by Jin Xuelang.

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Jin Xuelang was also spoiled. Seeing that Mei Ziqing was at a disadvantage, he still showed no mercy. He smiled disdainfully and silently recited two spells. The golden fan flew directly towards Mei Ziqing, and was about to slice him off.

Half of the scalp.

Mei Ziqing's face turned pale, he raised his sword and blocked it hard. Unexpectedly, before the golden fan could reach him, he heard a "dang" sound, and the golden fan instantly fell into two halves, pierced into the beam, and shook down a layer.

When the dust comes, it makes a trembling sound.

Mei Ziqing opened her eyes and was overjoyed: "Third Senior Brother!"

The person who came was none other than Yu Qingchi.

Hero saves beauty!

Why does this old-fashioned plot still seem so exciting!

The male protagonist's appearance was full of character. He slowly fell to the ground. As soon as he stretched out his arm, the black blood sword returned to his hand. With a beautiful turn of his wrist, the long sword was slung behind him in an instant. The movement was quick and refreshing, which was so cool.

Coupled with that face that is getting colder and more beautiful, the whole body looks like the light of a sword.

Jin Xuelang frowned when he saw that his golden fan had been cut in half. He was completely angry. The golden bell on his wrist slipped into his hand. He pinched the bell with his white fingers, and there was a faint spiritual light in his palm.

With a wave of his arm, the golden bell was thrown out of his hand, spinning in the air and making crisp ringing sounds.

Yan Fanglin felt dizzy in an instant. The golden bell and the mysterious sound were truly worthy of their reputation.

Jin Xuelang held the attendant's sword in his hand, jumped up to the sound of the golden bell, and stabbed Yu Qingchi directly.

This golden bell is an extremely precious magic weapon, and I don’t know if Yu Qingchi can bear it. Seeing that the sword in Jin Xuelang’s hand was about to stab Yu Qingchi, Yan Fanglin shouted: "Yu Qingchi, be careful!"

Yu Qingchi was in the late stage of Jindan. It was very easy to deal with a dandy. He had a serious look on his face, put his two fingers together, and the black blood sword in his hand transformed into nine sword shadows. The sword energy alone forced Jin Xuelang to retreat one after another.

After taking a few steps, someone behind him supported him with his palm. He turned around and saw that it was Uncle Shen.

Jin Xuelang gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Shen, it's dangerous here, stay back!"

After saying this, he jumped up and attacked again.

With a wave of the long sword in his hand, he felt an extremely strong sword energy that instantly cut into pieces the sword shadow transformed by the Black Blood Sword.

Yan Fanglin's heart tightened.

No, it was Uncle Shen who took action.

Except for Taoist Chaoshan, no one in Qingzhu Peak is the opponent of Uncle Shen.

Jin Xuelang thought it was all his own fault, so he laughed "haha" twice. The golden bell shook, and the long sword in his hand was filled with a murderous sword light.

He looked at Yu Qingchi and said, "If you dare to cut off my fan, I think you are seeking death!"

Xiao Jinzi, look carefully, the person standing opposite you is your Ikuro, who makes you cry till you have snot and is as happy as a god!

Didn’t you fall in love with Yu Qingchi at first sight? Why did you see Yu Qingchi’s face and you didn’t feel like a nymphomaniac at all?

Relying on Uncle Shen's domineering spiritual power, Jin Xuelang started fighting with Yu Qingchi again. Yu Qingchi's face became more and more sinister, and he took a few steps back. He was about to fall into a disadvantage. Mei Ziqing immediately became furious.

, picked up the broken sword on the ground and jumped up.

At this moment, a powerful spiritual energy suddenly poured into the store, knocking Mei Ziqing away. Yan Fanglin was also forced to take two steps back by the spiritual energy. The curtain on his head was blown over, and he leaned against a pillar.

, looked up and saw that the swords in the hands of Yu Qingchi and Jin Xuelang were all floating in the air, no longer listening to their orders. Several monks in white filed in and fell to the ground lightly.

This is……

Yan Fanglin's heart skipped a beat when she saw a young man in white walking down surrounded by several people. The man was tall and tall, as elegant and fair as a scholar, but he had the face of moonlight and jade, and looked like a fairy, white.

The hairband was fluttering and embroidered with red phoenix flowers, which was the only bright color on his body.

"Chicheng prohibits picking quarrels and provoking trouble," he said humbly, "A few fellow Taoists, I have offended you. I am at Ye Hengyang of Chicheng Mountain."

Jin Xuelang frowned and put the golden bell away. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of something beautiful. He was startled and turned his head suddenly towards Yanfanglin.

Not only him, but even the shop owner lying on the ground was stunned.

Yan Fanglin touched his head, oh, his curtain hat fell off.
Chapter completed!