Dinghushan has a lot of things going on on the third day of April. Seeing that dinner time is approaching, it is already the end of the day.
Lu Jiao Xiao Yingfang led a group of Lu Jiao disciples to worship the mountain again. All the disciples of the entire Sword Alliance could only endure hunger to respond to the enemy first.
On the large campus of Wuji Hall paved with bluestone, disciples from the nine sects gathered together. From the beginning to the end, they lined up in lines and stood neatly on the field. Behind them was Wuji Hall.
In the middle of the school grounds, there was a group of people standing, headed by several chief ministers of the Lu Jiao. On the left is Si Yiqu Changping, the main hall with a broken wall, and on the right is the arrogant Si Yankong of the second hall. A disciple beside Yankong holds a sheathed sword in his hand, which is Yankong's weapon.
Standing among them was Xiao Yingfang, the Third Palace Secretary, whose martial arts and intelligence were superior to the first two. Xiao Yingfang holds an iron bone fan in her hand, wears a robe and brocade clothes, a python cloak, a sapphire necklace around her waist, a sky-high bun on her head, long sideburns, and the appearance of a foreigner from the Western Regions, with wide eyes and a nose. Quite, quite heroic.
Xiao Jin glanced at the three people in the distance. The two older ones stood on both sides, and the younger one stood in the center, more like a leader.
"It's another fan-holder, and he's also a young man." Xiao Jin stood beside Li Ying and frowned: "Why, the leaders of the Demon Sect and the Lu Sect are both young and successful." Xiao Jin frowned and replied: "I don't know, Jing Zhaoyue Has he practiced the art of disguise? His internal cultivation is not like what he can do at that age. I don’t know what kind of situation this Lu Jiao is now. If he is a monster like Jing Zhaoyue again, It's hard for us to stand still today. Madam, are all the uninjured elders in our sect here?" Li Ying replied: "Don't worry, sir. The eighth elder and the ninth elder are guarding the side door. The fifth elder, the sixth elder, the seventh elder, The elder is guarding the gate, and the other three elders are here."
"Ms. sir, it's just... it's just that the internal injuries you suffered from the fight with Jing Zhaoyue just now... haven't healed yet. Even if that young man's ability is not as good as Jing Zhaoyue's, I'm afraid he won't be any worse. I'm worried. You can't bear it..." Li Ying was worried about her husband and continued to ask: "If we are going to fight again later, how about letting my brother block it for you for a while?" Xiao Jin nodded to his wife, then looked at himself Li Bei, the leader of the Xili sect, also nodded to show that his sister had explained it to him.
Opposite side. There was a smile on Xiao Yingfang's lips, and she remembered in her mind that before entering the mountain gate, the spies came to report that Xiao Jin and Jing Zhaoyue were fighting each other, and they seemed to have suffered internal injuries.
’ In other words, looking at the expression between Xiao Jin’s brows, it’s a little off. The spies’ report is true. Xiao Yingfang raised her cloak, still smiling, and with a hint of contempt in her eyes. She walked slowly to the middle of the school field, looked at all the teams present, raised her hands slightly, closed her iron fan, and bowed to everyone with fists in her hands. After walking around for a while, he said, "I don't know who is the leader Xiao?" Xiao Jin heard the words and took the Zhenzong Sword from Xiao Yi beside him, and walked up.
"Haha, I see you are not from the Central Plains by your clothes and appearance. I wonder why you are here today?" Although Xiao Jin knew it was Lu Jiao and his party, he looked at Xiao Yingfang's arrogant look and pretended not to know.
Xiao Yingfang shook her head helplessly and rushed towards Xiao Jin. She took the iron bone fan in her left hand and used her internal energy with her right hand to hit Xiao Jin with a palm.
Xiao Jin snorted coldly. It was obvious that this palm came to test his internal injuries. Xiao Jin did not show weakness. Although he had some internal injuries, he was not bullied as soon as he came up. He directly used his power to return.
"Touch!" followed by a slap in the face. Xiao Yingfang was pushed back by about ten feet, stabilized her figure and stood on the spot.
Xiao Jin, on the other hand, stood there with a calm expression, smiled coldly, gritted his teeth and endured the impact of his inner strength, took a sip of blood, and secretly thought: This Lu Jiao's internal cultivator is not bad either. If a fight really breaks out and I suffer internal injuries, I'm afraid I won't be able to beat him.
Xiao Yingfang closed her palm and looked at Xiao Jin's face turned pale. She knew in her heart that what the spy said was true. If there was a fight later, she would just attack him.
"Chief Xiao is very capable, but he was born late. I tried your old man's internal energy, and it turned out to be very powerful!" Xiao Yingfang's words were meaningful and her voice was high-pitched. She was obviously speaking to the two people behind her, and then he continued. : "Xiao Yingfang, the late-born Secretary of the Third Hall of Lu Jiao, the two over there are my two senior brothers, that is the senior senior brother Yiqu Changping, and that is the second senior brother Yankong. We three brothers came up the mountain today for no other reason. Just for justice!" Xiao Jin heard this, Qi Lun Dantian, took a deep breath, and asked slowly in a deep voice: "Oh, Beiguang Dao Sect of the Western Region, our Sword Alliance does not welcome you, let alone interact with you. , I wonder what kind of justice you want?" Xiao Yingfang raised the folding fan in her hand and waved it forward gently, and several Lu Jiao disciples behind her lifted up the deceased old man on their stretcher.
Xiao Yingfang opened his sleeve and saw a sword wound of about three inches on his arm. The area around the wound was red, with bulging blood veins and red bloodshot lines.
"This is the elder of our Lu Sect in the Central Plains - Fang Junchi. This wound was obviously caused by sword poison." Xiao Yingfang frowned and said: "I heard that Leader Xiao took it in his hand today. A red poisonous sword shocked the entire Sword Alliance. I don’t need to explain the purpose of our visit to the mountain today, right? Leader Xiao!" Xiao Jin frowned and replied coldly: "I It is true that the Sword Alliance Li Sect has a red poisonous sword. Why, it is too far-fetched for you to find a dead body and insist that it is our fault. I heard that you, the Third Palace Secretary of Lu Jiao, like to make trouble out of nothing, and you like it. If you, Mr. Lu, want to attract the attention of our Sword Alliance, you, the one who is going around to recruit people, just tell me that there is no need to use these low-level methods to cause trouble. Haha..." Xiao Yingfang saw that her plot was discovered by Xiao Jin, and in front of her Everyone's faces were exposed mercilessly, and their faces were a little embarrassed, but he was not the kind of person who would give in when provoked, but seeing him still smiling, he shook the iron bone fan in his hand and replied: "Look , look! The words of the leader of Jianzong are different, haha, it seems that it is impossible not to take action today. According to leader Xiao, whoever has a stronger fist will make sense?" Xiao Yingfang raised her hands. After a while, he turned to Yiqu Changping and Yankong with a helpless expression, then sneered twice with an arrogant look, turned around, raised the iron bone fan in his hand, and pounced directly on Xiao Jin again, He said in a fierce and deep voice: "Then let's see whose fist is stronger!" Xiao Jin frowned and quickly drew his sword to defend himself.
Seeing this, Li Bei from the audience jumped up and flew forward, grabbed the long sword in Xiao Jin's hand, drew the sword against the enemy, and protected Xiao Jin behind him.
After Li Bei and Xiao Yingfang exchanged moves, they took a few steps back, stood still, and sneered: "What? Two masters of the upper-class sword sects against one? Are you not afraid of being laughed at by the world?"
