"I don't know," Fang Ting wiped the blood on his face and said, "Sacrificing the natal sword is to exchange half of his life for half of his life. Bai Qianyu had been destroyed by the natal sword once, and he was lucky to survive. This time he was even more ruthless and forced to achieve life with the spirit sword. It was a matter of life-and-death death. She destroyed her natal sword and fought with us. There was little chance of survival!"

Jiang Mu was secretly shocked and said, "It's really crazy!"

Fang Ting Weiwan laughed and said, "How many life cultivators are not crazy?" Fang Ting Weiwan smiled and suddenly said, "Everyone in the world says that Brother Jiang is a double cultivation of sword talismans. I have never had the chance to see this sword. I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to see another way of Brother Jiang today. If I read it correctly, Brother Jiang just used Confucian magical powers, right?"

Jiang Mu nodded and said, "Brother Fang Ting, don't forget that my first identity is a scholar. It is reasonable to practice Confucianism and Taoism!"

"That's true," Fang Ting smiled, saying, "Brother Jiang is indeed a dragon and a phoenix among people. Ordinary people seem to be very short of practicing in their lifetime. Brother Jiang can only practice with several fellow practitioners and can still reach such a state. Fang Ting admires!"

Jiang Mu smiled and did not explain too much.

"Master of Peak, Elder Jiang!"

At this moment, a group of Qingyun Sect disciples hurried over, and a group of people hurriedly helped Jiang Mu and Fang Ting up from the ground.

These Qingyun Sect disciples, Qixia Pavilion disciples and Lin family members all hid far away during the battle between Jiang Mu and the other three. They all knew very well that the battle between these three people was not something they could intervene, and that was exactly the case. Although the battle just now almost destroyed the Lin family's mansion, there were no casualties.

A group of Qingyun Sect disciples hurriedly took out the golden sore medicine and wiped it with Jiang Mu and Fang Ting Weinn.

Fang Ting asked in a while: "Is Bai Qianyu dead?"

A disciple hurriedly replied: "Deputy Master Bai is not dead, but he is seriously injured. She just rushed into the Lin Family Ancestral Hall, snatched the Jingzhe Sword and ran away. She didn't even care about stepping on those disciples, and we didn't dare to stop him."

Fang Ting Weiwan sighed: "It's the crazy man's style of doing things. If we weren't both of us were injured, she might not dare to be even more crazy. It would be right for you to not stop him!"

Jiang Mu nodded and smiled bitterly: "Brother Fang Ting, we two are really scholars who have encountered soldiers. Well, except for some injuries, there is no big loss!"

Tan Zhiyao, who was applying medicine to Jiang Mu, was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly: "Young Master Jiang, there is another thing, that is, Deputy Pavilion Master Bai said something when he left."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Mu asked.

"Jiang Zibai, I remember you!"

Jiang Mu: "??"

Is this crazy man poisonous?

I'm just a helper, why do you remember me?

Fang Ting couldn't help laughing, patted Jiang Mu, and said heavily: "Brother Jiang, you are targeted by this madman, please be blessed!"

"Brother Fang Ting, is this gloating?"

"Is it so obvious?"

Jiang Mu: “…”

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Cangxi Mansion, an unknown small town.

Ji Yi and Qin Qingluo were walking on a cold street.

Qin Qingluo said: "Mr. Ji, the news has come. As you expected, Bai Qianyu of Qixia Pavilion was indeed a madman. He seriously injured Jiang Zibai and Fang Ting as if he had almost committed suicide for the sake of Jingzhe Jian."

"Well," Ji Yi smiled and said, "Fang Ting is not late for a while and can't return to Qingyun Sect anymore. The masters on the other peaks are also different from each other. In general, there is only one sect leader Zhu Lingbo in Qingyun Mountain now."

Ji Yi scratched her hair that had not been washed for many days and said, "Well, the dark chess of Qingyun Sect can be moved, the faster the better."

Qin Qingluo nodded and asked, "Mr. I promised him some things in order to win over the secret chess. Do you really plan to give it to him?"

Ji Yi frowned and turned around and said, "Is there anything doubtful about this? I, Ji Ziyan, always promised a fortune. I do what I say, give it to him, and I will never lie..."

Qin Qingluo was stunned for a moment and said, "Sir, really... the first priority in integrity!"

"Of course," Ji Yi said, "But what Ji Ziyan promised, what has to do with me?"

Qin Qingluo: "..."

I seem to understand something.

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Qingyun Mountain, Changqin Peak.

In a small courtyard in the front hall, Pang Zeming was practicing a gun, and more than a dozen wooden stakes were stabbed by his gun into a pile of wood chips.

Just as he finished his merit, a young man who was also wearing Changqinfeng disciple's costume came over and whispered: "Senior Brother Pang, there is a task on his side."

Pang Zeming suddenly turned around, looked at the young man, and said with a gloomy face: "Say."

The young man took out a folded rice paper from his arms and said, "Put some seasonings to the master's meal!"

Pang Zeming took the paper bag and frowned.

Seeing this, the young man said, "Senior Brother Pang is not feeling compassionate, haha, no one has ever felt any pity for you when this Qingyun Sect seeks to seize your father's property!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Pang Zeming's eyes and he said coldly: "You can't forget your promise!"

"Don't worry," said the young man: "The things you promised by sir will definitely not be missing a single cent of you!"

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Qingyun Main Peak.

Pang Zeming walked up with a spear on his back, swaying as if no one was around. A mountain disciple stopped him and ordered: "Entering in the Sutra Hall!"

Pang Zeming glanced at the disciple of the mountain gate and said disdainfully: "I'm going in, what can you do to me?"

The disciple of the mountain gate immediately drew his sword, but was stopped by the older disciple of the mountain gate next to him.

Pang Zeming snorted coldly and walked straight up.

The younger mountain disciple looked at Pang Zeming's arrogant appearance, spat at his back, and cursed: "What a thing? I really think he is the prince!"

"Forget it, don't bother with him," the older mountain disciple persuaded: "His father died in battle for the sect. The sect leader always felt that he was treated unfairly and specially ordered to treat him preferentially, so let him go."

The young disciple said, "It is undeniable that his father is a hero of the sect, but I just can't stand his extraordinary appearance, and always looks like everyone owes him!"

"Forget it, stop talking. The elders and peak masters of the sect are all allowed to do. What can we do?"

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Kitchen in the backyard of the Sutra Hall,
Chapter completed!