Chapter 323

Several female disciples of tianyinmen are sarcastic towards Tang Yinxuan. They look at her and Wang Xian.

One side of the son heard the voice of several disciples, his face slightly ugly.

He courted Tang Yinxuan for a long time and refused to accept any gifts. He even decided to lend his tianmoqin to the other party in spite of the dissatisfaction of the vice leader.

As a result, Tang Yinxuan was still ungrateful. Instead, he accepted a gift of Guqin from a nobody. To say that there was nothing fishy about it, he didn't believe it.

Tang Yinxuan looks a little embarrassed when he sees the sarcastic voices of several senior sisters.

"Cough!"

At this time, Wang Xian on one side coughed gently and looked at the disciples of Tianyin gate: "sorry, if you don't know the truth, don't talk nonsense. I'm a married man!"

Wang Xian said with a smile: "what nobody gives is not necessarily broken things. Also, I haven't heard of your name."

"Well?"

Wang Xian's words made a group of people in Tianyin gate pick their eyebrows slightly. They looked at him and looked up and down.

"Never heard of our son? That's you who are ignorant and ignorant. Tianjiao is No.9 in the list of outstanding young people. Learn about it. Ha ha, you have no insight! "

A young man said to Wang Xian with slight disdain.

"The frog at the bottom of the well is just a frog at the bottom of the well. I don't know which sect he comes from. Let's listen to him or have some experience!"

Another young man raised his head slightly and looked at Wang Xian with irony on his face.

"Ha ha, if you have time, you can see it naturally!"

Wang Xian laughed and said something meaningful.

"It seems that this one is very confident in his own strength. It's better to hit the sun and show it!"

The son saw Wang Xian's pale face, with a sneer on his face, a slight movement of his arm, and a flute in his hand.

The metal flute twists slightly, with the wind of golden peak around it. It radiates a sharp edge and points to Wang Xian.

"This is my second weapon, the golden Luan flute."

"Son of God, this boy is obviously pretending to be forced in front of us. How can he compare with you? He is a nobody. He can only talk big, and I can easily defeat him, younger martial brother!"

A young man saw the son take out his weapon and stare at Wang Xian with a smile on his face. At this moment, his face showed a playful look and slowly put his hands in front of his mouth.

“♩♫♭♯∮‖♪♬♩！”

Suddenly, a note from his mouth spit out, the magic sound Fei Fei, toward Wang Xian's ear into.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind around, the piercing cold wind into notes, toward Wang Xian attack and go.

The young man stares at Wang Xian with a smile on his face, apparently trying to make a fool of him.

Around a group of tianyinmen disciples are also looking at.

As disciples of the Tianyin sect, their attack methods are much more weird than those of other sects.

They integrate attributes into sound, such as magic sound, and even the inborn strong with high musical attainments can make opponents lose their direction and self.

At present, a nobody even pretended to be forced in front of them.

"Crash!"

At this time, suddenly a clear voice sounded, sound clear, just like the sound of sharp weapons.

A golden peak of gas, directly swept through all the wind attribute notes, towards the youth's palm attack and go!

"Ah

The young man uttered a scream. He quickly shook off his hands and looked at his hands in horror.

In the palm of the hand, a long opening goes deep into the bone, and blood gushes out towards the outside.

"You dare to attack me!"

The young man had an embarrassed look on his face. He covered his arm and looked at Wang Xian with a gloomy face.

"Hiss!"

Around, a group of Tianyin disciples saw the injury on the young man's arm, took a breath of cold air, narrowed his pupils and looked at Wang Xian.

"Well?"

The son also slightly frowned, and a cold color flashed in his eyes. He looked at the sword in Wang Xian's hand: "I have some strength, but dare to hurt my Tianyin disciples. I think you are looking for death!"

He said, the gold Luan flute in his hand moved and pointed directly to Wang Xian, and the metal edge on it was emitted directly.

It's the Tianyin sect disciple who started it first, but he drank cold towards Wang Xian. He was extremely overbearing!

"Son, this is my friend!"

Tang Yinxuan's face changed slightly, and her arm moved quickly to stop the son's attack.

He was really afraid that the son had offended Wang Xian completely and killed him on the spot.

In addition, she shocked Wang Xian's attack attribute.

If she remembers correctly, when fighting the Dark Wizard killer, he used the water attribute, but now it is sharp metal.

"Your friend?"Seeing Tang Yinxuan resist his attack, the son's face gradually darkened.

"If you dare to hurt my tianyinmen disciples, as the Holy Son, I will give them a start. If anyone dares to hurt, I dare to abolish him. Do you want to stop Tang Yinxuan?"

He said, his eyes coldly staring at Tang Yinxuan, and his anger was even stronger.

"Hehe, you can't fight back if you do it first? the son of god? I haven't heard of the son of tianyinmen, and I haven't heard of the existence of Tianjiao Shaojie ranking No. 9! "

"In my opinion, son? Ha ha, one blow

Wang Xian saw the young man in front of him, his face slightly chilly, and he picked up Zhan Lu with his right hand.

"Bang!"

"Hum, I want you to know the consequence of arrogance and dare to talk big in front of me!"

The son saw that Wang Xian still dared to attack, his eyes showed a murderous look, and waved the golden Luan flute in his hand.

"Woo Hoo!"

The wind entered the flute and made a rapid sound. The sharp golden peak gas went towards Wang Xian.

"Bang!"

However, at this time, Wang Xian's Zhan Lu was directly exposed, and the strong metal edge above formed a sharp golden long metal sword.

The sword does not come out of its sheath, but its awn has been attacked.

The metal edge of Jinluan flute trembled directly in the air, and then disappeared quickly.

And the Zhanlu sword in Wang Xian's hand was chopped towards the Jin Luan Di in his hand.

"Pa Pa Pa!"

Before the son had time to react, Zhanlu Jianmang directly cut off the Jinluan flute in his hand and attacked him on the shoulder.

"What?"

The son's face changed dramatically, his body moved, and he quickly hid to one side.

However, the sharp sword still fell on his shoulder. Suddenly, his clothes were dyed red with blood!

"Pa!"

The golden Luan flute in his hand broke off from the middle and fell directly to the ground, making a crisp sound!

With a blow, the weapon of tianyinmen Shengzi is broken and his shoulder is injured.

"Rubbish!"

Wang Xian slowly took Zhan Lu back and ignored them all. Zhan Lu did not come out of his sheath, but the son of God had been injured.

"Good bye

Wang Xian felt bored, looked at Tang Yinxuan, said with a smile on his face, and turned to leave directly.

Tang Yinxuan is stunned and stares at his back.

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