Chapter 183 In front of the Fire Soul Hall

The first update...

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"Ningxue girl has good kung fu, and she is more handsome!" Ma Xiaolong clapped his hands and shouted. Condensation Xue glanced at Ma Xiaolong coldly and Xie Yun beside him and asked, "What's going on?" With that, he glanced his bright eyes slightly and stood not far away, with a cold and arrogant look.

Ma Xiaolong's smile stiffened, flattered the horse's legs, and said, "Oh, ask the ice wood. He said he was half a friend of Ye Jun!"

The condensed snow looked a little pale. Since he was a friend of the husband's little thief, he was naturally a friend of others. He smiled and said, "This..." Before he finished speaking, he coldly and arrogantly raised the fainted Shangguan Ying to sacrifice his flying sword and left. Condensed snow's pretty face stiffened, and no one has ever been so disrespectful of her. Even if she doesn't know her identity, she will be respectful and even be at a loss of her appearance. At the beginning, she was daze when she saw her, but now she ignores herself and even a little hostile. Is it a man who is eager to play? The old trick? However, since the other party is a friend of her husband's thief, it is not easy to attack.

"Hey, Leng Ao, beautiful woman! You don't pay attention to it. You are really a piece of wood!" Ma Xiaolong shouted, and the cold and proud head would not fly away.

Condensation snow woke up. Her husband and little thief mentioned such a person to him. He also said that his surname was Leng, which was a little similar to him. Now he really looked a little like him. His heart moved and sacrificed a flying sword to catch up with him. Naturally, Lin Yuhan also chased him in a hurry.

"Hey! Why are you all gone!" Ma Xiaolongfei had a silver stick on his body. Xie Yun pulled him with one hand and looked at Ma Xiaolong with a sad face. Ma Xiaolong sighed secretly and said warmly, "Don't be afraid. With me, Miss Ning Xue won't do anything to you. I still have to catch up with her. Leng Ao seems to be a little hostile to Miss Ning Xue. It's not good if they fight!"

Xie Yun was stunned and ecstatic. The dead man had not spoken so gently to him. He gave Ma Xiaolong a delicate glance: "I don't want to chase you to see your sister Yuhan." He said so, but he had sacrificed a flying sword under his feet and took the lead in chasing him. He turned around and said angrily, "Don't hurry up. You can't catch up later. It's your sister Yuhan!"

Ma Xiaolong is speechless. This woman is just complicated. She didn't let others chase her just now, but now she thinks others are slow.

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The main hall of the Yan Temple is in a mess.

Elder Fan, Liu Dabeard, and the strange old man fell on the steps with a pale face and were obviously seriously injured. Yan Tong's face was red and purple in front of the three people. All the disciples of the Yanhun Hall were killed and injured, and the rest of the disciples were surrounded in the middle of the square.

This time, Lianxing sent five masters of the divine elixir, more than dozens of practitioners in the divine period, hundreds of disciples in the alchemy period, and Fan Li, the owner of the Huanjian Pavilion, came in person. Two divine elixir masters came to Piaoyunfeng. The leader of the team was Lieyang Zhenren, and the other was Ziwei Zhenren. He was gentle and thick, and Lieyang Zhenren was simply two. Extreme. Zhang Qi and Zhang Zhenren from Zixiao Palace came alone. Lian Xingzong led the team to be the Niu Batong who had a feud with Ye Jun. This time, he recommended himself to lead the team to attack the Yanhun Hall, just to get rid of the shame, so he was absolutely unsympathetic. Most of the disciples of Yanhun died under the disciples of Lian Xingzong. On the other hand, the people of Huanjian Pavilion and Piaoyunfeng just hurt the enemy and did not kill, and Zhang Qizhen did not do anything.

"Hey hey, Yan Tong didn't expect it to be today, right? On that day, you bullied me, Lian Xingzong, and broke one arm of Donghua!" Niu Batong looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

Liu Huzi spat disdainfully and scolded, "Bah, it doesn't make sense. There is a way to be single with me!" Don't mess with your bullshit here!" Niu Batong's face turned red, and his huge nostrils seemed to spit out fire. He raised the golden melon hammer and was about to hit Elder Liu.

Fan Yuli, who had been expressionless, stretched out his hand to stop him and said coldly, "Eleef Niu, we are only here this time to catch Ye Jun. You have gone too far by allowing your men to kill his disciples of the Yanhun Hall. Now you still want to kill the elders of the Yan Soul Hall. There is a suspicion of private revenge!"

Niu Batong's face stiffened, he closed his hand angly and said unhappily, "Ye Jun, that boy killed your son..."

Fan Yao's face trembled and shouted coldly, "Hold up, Ye Jun is Ye Jun, and the others are other people. I, Fan, have a clear sense of kindness and resentment. I just want Ye Jun's head"

"Ead Elder Niu, you are exactly what the villain did!" With an upright temperament and a hot-tempered scorching sun, he scolded him like a bell. Niu Batong's face was as swollen as purple, and he shouted, "Go and find Ye Jun, the thief!" The disciples of Lian Xingzong hurried to enter the hall to search for Ye Jun.

"Who dares? The hall worships the ancestors of my Yanhun Hall. Who dares to take a step? I, Yan Tong, want him to die than to live!" Yan Tong slowly stood up from the ground and stared angrily. In addition, his red and blood-red face was like the reincarnation of Guan Gong. Those Lian Xingzong disciples who just wanted to enter the main hall of the Yanhun Hall were shocked by him.

Niu Batong sneered a few times: "Yantong, you can't protect yourself! I still want to keep the cards of those dead ghosts. Maybe I will set up a piece in it soon!" After saying that, Niu Batong was a little proud of his humor. He laughed a few times, but there were only a few sparse laughters to him. Niu Batong laughtered awkwardly, and Zhang Qi frowned unhappily. The man spoke so meanly and indulged in killing his disciples. It seemed that he was not a good person.

Fan Yaoli hugged his fist and said, "Brother Yantong, you can't but pay for the revenge of killing your son. You can hand over Ye Jun!" It's not good to destroy things in the hall!"

"Lord Yan Tong, Ye Jun is a treacherous criminal. He is extremely vicious. You can hand him over. We will not embarrass you the Yan Soul Hall. At least our six sects are all the same!" Lieyang Zhenren persuaded that Yu Xiyu, who stood behind Lie Yangzhen, was very contradictory. He not only wanted to see Ye Jun, but also asked Qing Xiaojun and Xiaoyi whether he had been abducted, and he was afraid that Ye Jun would really lose his life.

"Hey hey, what a breath. Do you know how many disciples died in our Yanhun Hall today? We tolerate it everywhere, but you kill people in pain. Sooner or later, we will repay this hatred!" The strange old man said gloomily, and the disciples of the Yanhun Hall stared at the disciples of other factions resentfully, remembering each other's appearance. Everyone's faces changed greatly, and a trace of cruelty flashed in Niu Batong's eyes.

Lieyang's real face was angry and scolded, "Huo Kun, I heard that Ye Jun's thief is your apprentice. If you have a teacher, you must have a basic disciple! In those years, you seduced Xiaoru's sister, and now she is still locked in the hole by the uncle of Changmen. The real person is going to break your other leg today." He said that the crescent hammered out.

The strange old man's heart had a sharp pain. His stiff face was twisted because of excitement. He slowly stood up from the ground and stared at the real person of Lieyang coldly: "Okay! OK!! I'd like to see how you, an old pious running dog, break my leg!"

"You are looking for death!" Lieyang Zhenren was so angry that he dared to insult Uncle Changmen. The crescent shovel hit the strange old man with the sound of wind. The strange old man sneered, and the hoe of traditional Chinese medicine flashed.

Dang!

A loud noise shook the square. The strange old man was seriously injured. How could he meet the hot sun under the hard touch? He only felt that a huge spiritual power came from the medicine hoe. His chest was smashed heavier than a big stone. His throat sprayed a mouthful of blood sweetly and flew upside down to the head. He bumped into the door and fell down. In the hall.,

"Six brothers!" The elder flew in and picked up Huo Kun, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

"Huh! Unbearable!" Lieyang Zhenren snorted disdainfully.

"Sixth brother... Lord, brother Liu, come here quickly, the sixth brother can't do it!" The elder Fan exclaimed bitterly.

"What?" Yan Tong and Liu Huzi were shocked. They rushed in quickly and stretched out their hands. Huo Kun's heart was broken and there was no breath. His right index finger was slightly raised to the door of the hall, with his eyes open, with a complex and difficult look.

The real face of Lieyang has changed greatly. There is no reason! He only used 70% of his spiritual power, but Huo Kun actually died? I want to step forward to see what's going on.

Yan Tong turned around, and for the first time, his eyes had a cold murderous intention. He said indifferently, "The main thing in this hall is that you die!"