After hearing what Zhan Meiling said, the old man immediately sneered and said: "It turns out that you also know what is wrong. Murong Daxia has a broad mind. There is no need for you to apologize. You should all go far away. Murong Daxia will take care of this matter."
No further pursuit.”
Zhan Meiling shook her head and said disapprovingly: "The old man claimed that Murong Murong has a broad mind, but in my opinion this may not be the case. Otherwise, how could he avoid seeing us in anger because we had no intention of offending him? Or is there something wrong with Murong Murong?
It’s hard to tell, so that’s why you don’t dare to appear in public?”
The old man immediately went to Meishan angrily, blew his beard and said with a glare: "You little girl is talking nonsense, I am too lazy to pay attention to you. Humph! I don't believe in this evil today, but I want to see which of you dares to stop me!"
After saying this, he walked towards Shen Tuli angrily, looking at his posture, he really wanted to break away with his head held high.
Zhan Meiling and Qiu Bosong looked at each other, a little hesitant. Seeing how weak the old man was, if they tried to stop him with force, what would happen if his life was hurt?
When the two of them couldn't make up their minds, they suddenly heard someone yelling: "This old dog is really relying on his old age to show off his old age! My Kongtong sect is so powerful, how can a bastard like you dare to do this?"
Amid the shouts, a figure suddenly flashed, and he kicked Old Cangtou right in the lower abdomen. Old Cangtou was not familiar with martial arts, and he was caught off guard, so he let out a scream. When he fell to the ground, he rolled a few times, and his head
He hit the stone steps in front of the door and fainted from the pain and anger.
This time, the public was really outraged, and everyone around him shouted angrily, all eyes fixed on the person who was so outrageous and hurtful.
But seeing that this man had a face as beautiful as jade and was extremely handsome. Although there was already a long sword hanging on his waist, there was another long sword on his back. It was Yu Bingru's Bingxin Sword.
Everyone looked at each other and it was obvious that the person who dared to kick the old man's head off was none other than Pang Zijian, the man who was exploring the beauty market.
Xiao Lei couldn't help being filled with righteous indignation, gritted his teeth and groaned: "This bastard is a big pustule! He still only knows how to bully the weak. I can't stand it anymore. Let's teach him a lesson together, Lao Gu!"
After he finished speaking, he looked at Mu Yun, only to see that this dear friend was distracted and said thoughtfully: "It turns out that the Bingxin Sword was lost by a man named Pang. Could it be that he has some special thoughts about Ah Bing?"
Seeing that Mu Yun turned a deaf ear, Xiao Lei felt displeased, so he said coldly: "Okay, if I had known that your Kunlun sect were all cowards and didn't dare to pull him down, do you still need help?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Mu Yun again, then set up an awning and looked around, muttering: "You damn thing, why haven't you followed me yet? Are you just lazy again?"
Mu Yun came back to his senses a little, couldn't help but burst into laughter, and then lowered his voice and said: "Master Lei, don't get angry in a hurry. I think this old man is not that simple. The person named Pang may suffer a hidden disadvantage."
Xiao Lei was stunned when he heard it, and said doubtfully: "Seriously? Why didn't I see it?"
Mu Yun smiled and said: "As an expert, you can tell if there is anything when you reach out your hand. You are still too young after all, so it is normal not to see it. Just listen to my words and be patient."
Xiao Lei looked at the words and believed 60 to 70% of the time, but he still said unconvinced: "Only you can see it, everyone else is blind? Anyway, if something happens to that old man, I will definitely take you as a
ask."
Mu Yun smiled and said nothing. At this time, the venue was already noisy. Pang Zijian ignored everyone's scolding and just sneered sullenly. It's no wonder he was so nonchalant. After all, no matter how sharp the words were, they couldn't hurt him in the slightest.
Shentu Li still had his eyes slightly closed, as if he was asleep, but Zhan Meiling and Qiu Bosong both looked embarrassed. Zhan Meiling frowned slightly and scolded in a low voice: "Master Nephew Pang, you just went too far.
It’s over the line.”
A stern look flashed across Pang Zijian's eyebrows, and he bowed and saluted: "Uncle Mingjian, Murong Zhuo sent this old dog out to talk nonsense, which is obviously looking down on our Kongtong sect. If we really let this old dog walk away in a swagger, how could we?
Aren’t you going to make the world’s heroes laugh?”
Zhan Meiling hesitated immediately, opened her mouth but hesitated. Pang Zijian thought for a moment and struck while the iron was hot: "Several uncles rely on their status and cannot fight with this old dog. The nephew can only kill him first and then show off.
Please forgive me, little uncle."
Zhan Meiling was speechless, and just as she felt a little disappointed, she saw a light figure leaping into the field like a startled giant, and went straight to the old man's head, stretched out his hand to lift his body, and carefully inspected the injury.
The noisy sound suddenly fell silent, and hundreds of eyes focused on that person. They saw that he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a royal blue robe, fast powder-soled boots, and a square scarf on his head. He looked like a man.
The appearance of an ordinary scholar.
His figure was slightly shorter, but he was also slim and fit. Although there was no expression on his face, his eyes clearly showed compassion. His white palms were placed on the old man's wrist veins, but he ignored them.
The murderous looks from the Kongtong sect disciples around me.
Pang Zijian looked fierce, stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Boy, where are you from, how dare you interfere in the Kongtong sect's business?"
The young man paused for a moment, then reluctantly said harmoniously: "Brother, please don't misunderstand me. I have no intention of offending your sect. It's just that everyone has a heart of compassion, and after all, you can't ignore death without saving someone."
Pang Zijian looked up to the sky and laughed, and then said: "You have such a compassionate heart, since you are Murong Zhuo's ally, you admit it honestly, why bother talking about him? Is it possible that people in Chaotian Palace hide their heads and tails like this?
Virtue?”
The young man seemed to be stagnant, and said with a sigh of relief: "It doesn't matter whether you are from the same party or from another party, but human life is more important than heaven. How about I kindly ask you to open your eyes and allow me to treat this old man?"
His voice was neither humble nor arrogant, firm and steady, and everyone couldn't help but agree.
Mu Yun heard the young man say "human life is greater than heaven", which was exactly the same as Yu Bingru's tone. He immediately felt good about him, so he nodded slightly and said: "This brother has a good heart and is a person worth making friends with."
Xiao Lei curled his lips and said disapprovingly: "It's all your fault for making random remarks and deceiving Sheng Cong. Otherwise, I would have taken action long ago, and how could I have stolen the limelight from this guy."
Mu Yun did not argue, only showing a mysterious smile. At this moment, Pang Zijian snorted coldly: "Okay, as long as you can take me thirty moves without defeat, you can save this old dog. How about it?"
The young man hesitated for a moment, but then shook his head and said: "This old man's pulse has declined and must be treated as soon as possible. I would like to ask you to please be patient. How about we wait until this old man is rescued and then learn some clever tricks?"
Pang Zijian let out a sigh and said impatiently: "Don't worry, just take the move if you want to, otherwise get away as far as I want!"
The young man was in great embarrassment and pursed his lips tightly to make no sound. During the stalemate, he suddenly heard a cold voice saying: "You save people first, and I will take over."