"Forget it, go back to sleep!"

Elder Qi Jue was frustrated, and after drinking a sip of wine, he stood up and flew towards Luoyang. After only the incense stick, he stopped again, hid above a tree, and looked out.

In front of you, someone is fighting.

“Huh?”

Yang Beihan pinched the rat whiskers on his jaw, and his little eyes were curious.

"Zhang Lanwaer, why is he here too?"

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"ah"

The commander of the black-clothed guard, covered in blood, held a goose feather knife in his hand and slashed towards Zhang Lan like a ghost.

He had just seen this guy wearing a single dress and holding a folding fan in his hand.

He had a strange martial arts and massacred more than a dozen brothers who rushed out of the siege with him. Now, the commander and commander were completely reimbursed.

He was extremely angry, and the sword in his hand became more and more fierce. Gui Yan's sword technique opened and closed, and Shen Qiu, who was standing beside him, nodded repeatedly.

The commander's Guiyan sword technique is really good.

Unfortunately, this sword technique is not exquisite and relies entirely on courage. It can be used to deal with a few moves against a warrior like Xiao Tie. It would be a bit bad when facing a warrior like Zhang Lan who takes a clever path.

"Bang"

With a knife, Zhang Lan avoided sideways. The young man was in a strange way, and his body shook like a tumbler for a week. The folding fan was raised in his hand, carrying the ghostly qi.

Like a dragonfly squinted the water, slapped the commander's wrist.

This beat made the commander numb his arms and move his sword.

He wanted to turn around and swing the knife, but he saw Zhang Lan's figure flashing, and a vague phantom appeared from the other side, and he also waved his fist and palm, hitting the commander sideways.

The phantom disperses at once.

But this moment brought Zhang Lan enough reaction time.

"Swish"

His left hand was formed into orchid fingers, and his raised fingers were wrapped around his sharp true energy. He gently tapped his fingers and cut the gold and broken jade, just like a butterfly flying in the flowers.

With just a gentle touch, the commander burst into a blood hole in his chest.

Zhang Lan posed a fan and took a few steps back with a casual figure. He looked at the commander lying on the ground with a fierce face, and turned around and said to Shen Qiu who was watching the battle:

"I'm not bad about this Wanhua Ling Jade Finger?"

"It's far from it."

Chen Qiu opened his left hand, and Gongshu cleverly hooked his hand, and a bloody knife flew into his hand. He held the knife and walked towards the black guard commander who was struggling and suffering, saying to Zhang Lan:

"Butterflies dance in the flowers, light and graceful. The spiritual jade is born together, and the fingertips are disillusioned.

This Wanhua Ling Jade Finger is a top-notch elegance skill, focusing on invisibility and shadow, killing a leaf is like a dream among flowers. Look at what you use, so much blood and such a big hole!

Are you a dude in the flower wise? Or a butcher in the flower wise?"

Zhang Lan was a little discouraged by Chen Qiu's words.

The magical fingering techniques of the Five Immortals Views are the real martial arts of immortals, and they need to polish them more.

Chen Qiu walked to the commander, and he looked at the man in black in the north before him, and said:

"Mr. Chen and your black guard are really destined to be together.

In Liaodong, three commanders were killed, and you were the fourth one.

But my master died in your hands. The black guard is still there for a day, and Chen will kill him forever."

"puff"

The long sword fell down and commanded the head to turn it around several times.

Chen Qiu played with a sword flower, swung away the blood of the blade, and turned around as if he wanted to say something to Zhang Lan, but the next moment, he turned around and the long sword in his hand was thrown out like lightning.

As the true energy exploded, the knife was fast and fast, like an arrow, rushing towards Yang Beihan's hiding place.

"clang"

The Seven Secret Elders would slap a palm on the spine of the long sword in front of him, breaking the long iron sword inch by inch, but the broken blade in front of him seemed to be gathered together by an invisible hand, and it was flying and stabbed at him again.

Following closely behind, there was a ray of cold sword light.

"It's been a good time."

Yang Beihan laughed and jumped up from the hiding branch. In the blink of an eye, he fought against Chen Qiu three times, and his long clothes were cut a little bit with the blade of the knife.

Chen Qiu was also knocked to the ground and was falling beside Zhang Lan.

"Don't fight!"

Zhang Lan jumped between the two of them, stretched out her hand to stop them from continuing. He looked at Yang Beihan who was landing on the ground and pretended to be stupid:

"Huh? Uncle Bei Han, why are you in Luoyang too? Haven't you always been in charge of the Qijue Sect?"

"I am born to work hard."

Yang Beihan laughed, he blinked at Chen Qiu and said:

"You guy is very fierce.

We just met in Suzhou a few days ago, so we turned against each other. If I hadn’t been lucky, you would have just cut off my head.”

"Elder Beihan was joking."

Chen Qiu took back the Greedy Wolf's knife and touched the lower ribs, where there was still a sensation of Yin and Cold True Qi entrenched.

The way it is penetrated into the body is the standard soul-destroying ghost claw.

But this true energy is a bit strange. It condenses but does not disperse and does not hinder the circulation of the true energy. It seems to be lurking, waiting for the order to riot before rioting.

He looked at Yang Beihan and said while dispersing the true qi in his body:

"That's not the soul-destroying ghost claw? Could it be that Elder Beihan has entered the realm of the divine claw?"

"Oh, little kid, don't talk nonsense."

Yang Beihan grabbed the gourd and said to Chen Qiu:

"I won't have any soul-destroying claws. Only the old sect leader can do that magical skill."

"Uncle Beihan, was Zhang Chu asking you to catch me?"

Zhang Lan grabbed the folding fan and hid behind Shen Qiu. The coward stuck his head out and said to Yang Beihan:

"If you want to catch me, you have to pass Chen Qiu first. Although I am a low-level martial artsman, I am afraid that Uncle Bei Han will suffer too.

Why not just do that?"

"You..."

Seeing Zhang Lan so cowardly, Yang Beihan, who had watched him grow up since childhood, was furious.

He scolded:

"You Zhang Lan, you are such a lazy guy. You really deserve to catch you back and let you practice martial arts well in the Blood Demon Cave. If you don't practice well, you are not allowed to come out!

Don’t you let the old sect leader be embarrassed everywhere!”

"Hey, Zhang Chu is not embarrassed, but how much life did he kill?"

Zhang Lan retorted:

"Uncle Beihan, you are your father's confidant, but you just let it go, making Zhang Chu fall into the devil's way! If my father saw it, he would definitely punish you!"

This made Yang Beihan feel a little silent.

He seemed to be a little excited and hung the wine gourd around his waist. He waved his hand and said:

"Whatever you want, then Zhang Chu has inherited the wish of the old sect leader. You, Zhang Lan, know the love and the moon all day long.

We are the Demon Cult, so it is right to do things at will, but you have no responsibility since you were a child.

When the old sect leader was still there, you could protect you, but now you can only rely on yourself. You are annoyed and helping your brother, but Zhang Chu is so ambitions and willing to do things with his heart, which is much better than you.

What can I do besides helping him accomplish something? If you, Zhang Lan, make a little progress...
Chapter completed!