The silver notes were only half a foot away from the woman in yellow. Suddenly, they paused in the air and fell to the ground with a "bark" scattered all over the ground. Then the yellow notes were all waiting for a long time, and stood there in a daze and were at a loss. But she quickly reacted again, bent down and picked up all the silver notes, counted them, and then put them back in the treasure bag on her waist with satisfaction.

Tianlang shook his head and sighed: "Mr. Yang, your vigilance may not be too heavy. Since you come to ask someone for help, you have such an attitude of wanting to fight at any time, it will not do you any good."

The woman in yellow was humiliated by the man in front of her, and she was so angry that she was frosty. She had never been a person with a good temper, otherwise she would not have left a big hot-blooded rose in the world. With a "clang", the sword was unsheathed, and the cold sword energy suddenly dropped the temperature in the hall below the freezing point. The five-light flashing on the sword showed the purity and depth of her internal strength.

The woman in yellow clothes is named Yang Qionghua. She is the daughter of Yang Bo, the governor of Xuanda. She has been sent to Emei since she was a child to learn art. Her talent is rare among Emei disciples who have been with him for decades. Later, due to the storm, she left Emei and joined the Hengshan Sect, a branch of the Huashan Sect. Since then, she has two unique skills in Emei Huashan Sect. The Qingshuang Sword in her hand has killed countless evil masters in the world, making the little ones frightened.

Yang Qionghua has been in the world for more than ten years. Although she is over thirty years old, her appearance is still as beautiful as ten years ago due to her internal skills. I don’t know how many young talents in the world fall in love with her at first sight. However, Yang Qionghua only has a special liking for Zhan Mubai, the top master of the Huashan School. However, the two have not gotten married for many years, which has caused many people in the world to discuss it.

Yang Qionghua has seen countless masters in the world, but she has never seen a mysterious and terrifying opponent like Tianlang in front of her. Most of the auras, regardless of good or evil, are exposed, but the person in front of her is unpredictable, and her aura is sometimes unpredictable.

But judging from the few skills he showed intentionally or unintentionally and the energy he exuded just now, he will only be above himself, and at least he is also the top ten masters in the top ten today.

Yang Qionghua pointed his sword at Tianlang, his eyebrows were raised, his almond eyes widened, and he shouted sternly: "Who are you? Why are you in Tianlang's place? What exactly do you want to do?"

Tianlang stretched, stood up, and walked down the stairs step by step. His eyes were bright and he said slowly to Yang Qionghua: "Mr. Yang, you have too many questions, and you are a guest and I am the master. How can a guest come to ask so many questions at once? Logically speaking, you should answer one question first."

Yang Qionghua Bingxue was smart and reacted as soon as she heard Tianlang's words. Her sword was still pointing at Tianlang, and she took a step back, maintaining a distance of about meter from this person. The veil covered on her face fluttered as her red lips opened: "So you admit that you are Tianlang?"

Tianlang nodded: "If I weren't Tianlang, how could I be here?"

Yang Qionghua curled her lips disdainfully: "I am not a Tianlang, I am not here yet. There is no word Tianlang written on your face. Who knows if you are a Xibei product?"

Tianlang raised his head and laughed, causing dust to fall on the beam of the room. After laughing, looking at Yang Qionghua's eyes with some doubts, Tianlang's eyes suddenly became as sharp as a sword: "Even if I am not Tianlang, Yang Female Yang, do you think I have the ability to solve your trouble?"

Yang Qionghua bit her teeth and said with great momentum: "It depends on whether you have the ability!"

After saying that, she moved, and the Qingshuang sword in her hand appeared as a mountain sword shadow. In the blink of an eye, dozens of swords pierced out, attacking the key holes around the Tianlang. However, the blue sword shadow in the sky disappeared without a trace.

Tianlang said "Huh". He had known that Yang Qionghua was from Emei, but he never thought that this woman could learn Emei's unspeakable secret Phantom Invisible Sword. Although her body skills were not fast enough to invisibly exert the Phantom to the sixth level, reaching the point where she could only see the sword shadow but not the person, just one move would be enough to be proud of the samurai.

A beautiful figure suddenly flashed in Tianlang's heart, which made his heart hurt. He took a deep breath and flashed over the mountain-like sword shadow. At some point, a tungsten gold dagger less than half a foot long appeared in his hand. In a blink of an eye, his figure suddenly disappeared. The dagger, like a green frost sword, appeared in the sky, and shook up against the green frost sword.

The two of them were as fast as ghosts. In this narrow hall, the inner breath was stirring, and Tianlang's inner breath suddenly became feminine and long, as if the pure internal skills were learned by a woman, and the moves used were exactly the same as Yang Qionghua's. With Yang Qionghua's screams, Tianlang did not even make a muffled groan from beginning to end. The sword shadows of the two collided, and the internal force was stirred, leaving sword marks on the beams and pillars of the hall.

As a result, half an hour passed, and after more than three hundred moves, the blue sword shadow was slightly shorter, while the purple sword shadow was slowly increasing. The yellow shadow appeared more and more in the sword shadow light ball, and each time it appeared, the black figure never appeared once. Yang Qionghua's delicate shouts became smaller and smaller, while the gasp became gradually heavier.

With a crisp sound of "ding", the purple light intersected with the green light, and the two figures quickly merged and separated. Yang Qionghua was stationed with a sword, and the peacock feathers on her head were broken halfway, and the veil on her face was gone. Her peerless face was exposed. On a fair oval face, her nose, her red lips and starry eyes, but her eyes were filled with divine light, and her towering chest was undulating violently, with a look of surprise and suspicion on her face.

Tianlang stood proudly with his arms, standing one meter away from her, holding the tungsten dagger just now in his right hand. There were more than ten small gaps on the dagger. A hint of regret flashed in his eyes and sighed: "What a pity that this best dagger, the Qingshuang Sword is really sharp and sharp."

After saying that, Tianlang threw the dagger towards the pillar on the right, and the dagger flew over like a meteor until it had no handle.

The sound of the dagger entering the pillar was shocked, and the sound of "crackling" was endless. It turned out that the tables, chairs and benches in the inn were cut by the sword energy of the two of them fighting fiercely. At this moment, they were cracked, and the broken legs and tables were scattered all over the ground. The dozens of jars of July fire in the corner of the wall were broken all over the ground, and the strong aroma of wine was flowing like jade liquid.
Chapter completed!