A sword light exploded like a thunderbolt in the sky, wandering around in an instant in the Qingyun Sect Hall, fleeting, but it caused a tide!

"when--"

"when--"

"when--"

...

A long sword flew out of his hands and fell to the ground with a spin.

"Zhao Yang!"

"Sixth Brother!"

"metropolitan!"

...

There was a burst of exclamation in the hall, each with different expressions.

With his eyes down, Zhao Yang lowered his head, kept silent, and moved forward step by step.

Scan the corners of his eyes and captured the expressions of everyone in the hall. The flash of fear in the old man's eyes made Zhao Yang breathe a sigh of relief. It is worthwhile to gather his momentum with his steps and use this sword with all his strength.

"Senior Brother..." On the right side of the hall, a delicate girl surrounded by several female disciples struggled to step forward, but was stunned by Zhao Yang's appearance at this time and stopped.

Zhao Yang's sword tip was pulled down from the ground and dragged it onto the ground, dragging it out long scratches on the ground of the bluestone slab, causing a harsh "sharp" sound.

Although he suppressed everyone in the hall with one sword, this was Zhao Yang's limit. At this time, he didn't even have the strength to sheath the long sword. If he hadn't dragged the sword, his trembling right hand would have been unable to cover it.

Step by step, Zhao Yang's legs and feet were as if they were filled with lead, and his eyes began to be dazed.

You must never reveal any flaws at this time!

He bit the tip of his tongue and stinged to make himself more awake.

In the hall, everyone held their breath, Zhao Yang's slightly trembling shoulders and his sword-like back made everyone feel that this was a volcano that was about to erupt. No one could survive when the lava in it blew.

Hu Yan, who was standing under the left column, gathered his spiritual power in his palms, staring at Zhao Yang's right hand tightly. As long as there was a sign of sword drawing, he would stimulate the Vajra Talisman in his palm and then escape.

Because, he couldn't defend the sword just now!

Sudden!

Zhao Yang paused and raised his fingers one by one!

Hu Yan's eyes bulged, his palms were destroyed, and he was about to urge the talisman to activate it, but he stopped again. The instant reversal of this spiritual power made his face turn red.

Zhao Yang's fingers slowly left the hilt of the sword, and the long sword fell to the ground.

"Dang--"

Without the support of the long sword, Zhao Yang's legs became weak and he fell to his knees in front of a row of spiritual positions.

"Master, uncles, disciples, disciples..." Crawling on the ground, a stream of blood surged into his throat, interrupting Zhao Yang's words.

In the eyes of the people in the hall, Zhao Yang was extremely sad. His body, which was trembling with the force of swallowing and reversing blood, magnifying this sadness infinitely, and a sense of sadness and anger instantly spread throughout the hall.

"Dad——" The delicate girl cried out with a sorrow, and her body became weak, and she did not collapse due to the support of several female disciples behind her.

These female disciples all had red eyes and chewed silver teeth.

Not only them, but also the male disciples were all in tears, tightening the hilt of the sword in their hands.

This atmosphere even infected the Hu family's children who accompanied nonsense. They all lowered their heads, as if they were too ashamed to look up.

"Oh..." Hu Yanti's spiritual power slowly dissipated, and only then did he realize that his back was wet.

In the hall, only the wind tweaked the curtain and a few low and depressing sobs.

After a long time, Zhao Yang, who finally recovered, slowly stood up.

Turning around, Zhao Yang's eyes swept across everyone's face like lightning, and finally stopped on the delicate girl.

"If you want to be pretty, you will be filial." It is true that the girl is covered in plain white, like pear blossoms and rain, which makes people feel pity.

Seeing Zhao Yang's eyes coming, the girl shouted "Senior Brother", broke away from the support behind her, staggered a few steps, and the girl who was hugged by Zhao Yang in her arms buried her head in Zhao Yang's chest, crying in silence.

Feeling the warmth in his arms, Zhao Yang sighed softly, reached out to caress the girl's hair, and said softly: "Junior sister, I'm sorry..."

It was fine if Zhao Yang didn't say anything. When this sounded, the girl was even more sad and leaned on Zhao Yang's chest and cried bitterly.

"Senior brother...they, they slandered their father, and they were inappropriate in their position. Senior brother...you...you have to make decisions for me...be the decisions..." The girl's sobbing and interrupted words made the Hu children in the hall change their qualities.

Zhao Yang turned his head to the left side of the hall with a expressionless face, his eyes passed by the Hu family's children and fell directly on Hu Yan's face.

A little panic, hesitant, and a little unwilling and annoyance. It seems that the situation is still under his control so far. Zhao Yang patted the girl's back with one hand and calculated carefully in his heart.

Following Zhao Yang's gaze, everyone in the hall looked at Hu Yan. Even the girl lies in Zhao Yang's arms turned her head quietly, gritted her teeth, and looked over with big eyes full of hatred.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall was gloomy, and many disciples unconsciously pressed their hands on the hilt of the sword.

"Zhao, my junior, your master back then-"Hu Yan straightened his body a little, his expression turned into compassion, and he raised a volume of books in his hand, but as soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by Zhao Yang.

"You can send your junior sister back first."

Zhao Yang's voice was low, his eyes were still staring at Wu Yan, his arms were loosened, and he pushed the girl in his arms towards the female disciples.

"I don't want-"

The girl's words were interrupted by Zhao Yang's sharp eyes. Several female disciples looked at each other, pulled the girl, and slowly retreated from the hall.

This is to start!

There was a slight commotion in the hall, and everyone silently adjusted their positions and postures.

As the female disciples took the girl out of the hall, the atmosphere in the hall was immediately extremely tense. Except for the heavy breathing, everyone could only hear their heartbeat.

Zhao Yang was very satisfied with the effect he created. At this time, he only needed to give him an order, and the disciples of Qingyun Sect would draw their sword without hesitation.

Unfortunately, I don’t even have the strength to swing my sword now.

"You guys go out too." Zhao Yang's eyes swept over the disciples of Qingyun Sect.

What?

Zhao Yang's words stunned the disciples. Could it be that the sect leader alone dealt with the old thief and others?

"metropolitan……"

"Didn't you hear the words of this sect leader?" Zhao Yang turned his eyes to Zhang Tao, who spoke, and ignored his indignation and blocked his words directly.

All the disciples, look at me, look at you, and move slowly backwards.

If it were yesterday, Zhao Yang's order might not have been listened to, but when he entered the hall just now, Zhao Yang's sword like a dragon swims in the sky made no disciple dare to disobey at this time.

Yes, with the shocking sword that the sect leader just now, it is more than enough to deal with the Hu family and the people. The sect leader must be afraid that his family will be hurt.

"Walk."

"Walk."

Several disciples pulled Zhang Tao's sleeves and slowly retreated outside the hall.

"And you guys."

Zhao Yang swept his eyes to the Hu family's children.

What does this mean? The people of the Hu family looked at Zhao Yang, then turned to see the head of their family.

Is this kid going to go against me? Hu Yan was nervous and looked at Zhao Yang with a little confusion. He felt a little faint, after all, Zhao Yang's sword just now was too shocking.

"Is this kind of courage for Uncle Hu?"

Zhao Yang had a sneer on his lips, but his eyes suddenly became harsh.

"Buzz--"

With a light sound, the long sword lying on the ground flashed and appeared again, and had already fallen into Zhao Yang's hands.

"The sword heart is clear!" Hu Yan's eyes widened, looking like a ghost.

Zhao Yang gently lifted the long sword, and the tip of the sword passed one by one in front of the Hu family who were hesitating and watching.
Chapter completed!