Chapter 952
This group of people, all wearing dark blue robes, each dignified.
In particular, the head of the man, in his forties, although he was only a short man of more than 1.6 meters in height, he was arrogant on his face.
He also saw the people of jinxianmen from a distance, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.
"Hehe, isn't this from jinxianmen? I haven't seen you for a long time."
"It turned out to be leader Zhang of Longyou sect. I haven't seen you for a long time."
Bai Zheng politely made a bow.
His disciples followed, but their faces were reluctant. That white leaf, is a cold hum, very disdainful.
"I haven't seen you for such a long time, your sister is still so personalized"
the headmaster laughed and said sarcastically, "it's just that this kind of character can make the young master of North Hall in the misty peak like it."
"You
White leaf was picked the center head thorn, immediately angry, can not help but pull out his own sword.
As soon as she pulled out her sword, all of her disciples were unhappy. In an instant, their long swords came out of their scabbards, and the golden light flashed.
"Stop it! You don't have a teacher in your eyes!"
Bai Zheng opened his eyes, several disciples were obedient and honest, put away their swords and stood back.
"Ha ha, it's better for the white master to keep up with himself"
the headmaster chuckled two times with pride, "and he knows what it means. He who knows the current affairs is a hero."
"Zhang Yumin, are you here to challenge! If there is anything unconvinced, come and fight with your aunt
Bai Ye is very gentle to the elder martial brothers, but a couple of outsiders show the thorns on the rose.
"White leaf, shut up."
Bai Zheng doesn't want to be an enemy. He grabs his sister and apologizes.
"I'm sorry, sister-in-law is so angry. If you run into headmaster Zhang, please forgive me."
"Forgive me, naturally forgive me!"
Zhang Yumin also said with a smile, "it's very comfortable for such a beautiful woman to scold me for two sentences."
"Bitch!"
Meiya, the younger martial sister, couldn't help but scold in a low voice.
< BR, who is the man of Qin Dynasty. He didn't know what Zhang Yumin was and couldn't help asking.
"As a sanxiu, Zhenren Qin has no idea."
Li Weilong lowered his voice and said, "this man is Zhang Yumin, the leader of the Longyou sect. With Longyou mental method, he is also well-known in the Xiuzhen world. He's in conflict with jinxianmen. Our Jinxian sect, the last leader of the school, Bai Hua, the father of the master, defeated the former leader of the Longyou sect in the martial arts contest. As a result, the former leader of the Longyou sect was unwilling to fail and died after vomiting blood. Shigong Baihua, also seriously injured, died soon after... "
"Oh, I get it. I get it."
At this point, the Qin Dynasty has already understood that "it is the hatred of the previous generation..."
"Master Bai, I just went to Jinxian gate to see you a few days ago and learned that you are on your way. Now, we are not easy to catch up with you. How about a competition today? "
Zhang Yumin's words are prickly, provocative Bai Zheng, "white master, should not be afraid, right."
"I am not afraid of this war."
Bai Zheng arched his hand and said, "but now is actually a happy day for the misty peak. I'm afraid it will be unlucky to use a knife or a gun. Why don't you and I have a competition after the wedding day of master candle dragon
"Not so much!"
Zhang Yumin's face was cold and he bit his teeth and said, "I've been waiting for this day, but I've been waiting for a long time. Bai Zheng, I heard that you are famous for your golden lion sword. I'm not a talented person. I can see the dragon's palm. Today, let's ask our dragon's palm to learn from you
With these words, Zhang Yumin's disciples, more than ten people, brush brush scattered, surrounded several people in Jinxian gate.
That Zhang Yumin himself, is a strange cry, the whole person is like a big black bird, in this snow, with a black awn in his hand, to Bai Zheng.
"Master Zhang is too anxious."
When Bai Zheng's sword came out of the sheath, a lion flew out and rushed to Zhang Yumin, who had fallen in the air.
But Zhang Yumin's body shape dodges continuously, unexpectedly very nimbly, dodges this golden lion in the air.
The key to Zhang Yumin's fame lies in the dragon's palm and the ghost's Dragon walking.
"Brother, watch your back!"
Bai Ye is looking at it vividly, and finds a flower in front of her. Then Zhang Yumin, who is short, appears behind Bai Zheng and hits Bai Zheng's waist with one hand.
"When!"
Bai zhengtou also does not return, backhand a sword, blocked Zhang Yumin's palm.
At the same time, he kicked back Zhang Yumin.
"It's not bad. The white headmaster has two sons, and he is worthy of this one."
Zhang Yumin was forced back, not anxious, but strange smile, "it's a pity, compared with the birch in those years, it's still too far behind!"As he said that, he suddenly roared, like the song of a dragon, echoing on the snow mountain.
There was a strong breath in his body, and his hair was standing on end, which was very frightening.
"Four gold bodies..."
The Qin Dynasty felt it and confirmed the short man's skill.
It's one level higher than Bai Zheng. Bai Zheng is in trouble.
"Let's see what a unique skill the real dragon palm is
Zhang Yumin said, and then jump up, fly a palm, toward Bai Zheng hit.
This time, he did his best.
The breath, unexpectedly formed a blue light, and then turned into a blue black dragon, Zhang Yumin that short, the whole package.
The Dragon opened his mouth and bit Bai Zheng.
"Golden Lion sword spirit!"
Bai Zheng frowned, and the golden light on his sword flashed. He threw the dragon roaring at his head.
The giant lion, six meters long, sprang into the air.
But in the face of a dragon twice as long as he was, the lion was obviously struggling and was losing.
"Brother..."
Bai Ye looked aside, his face was a little white.
She didn't expect that Zhang Yumin had so many gold body quadruples!
My brother Bai Zheng has just broken through the golden body triple. How can he be an opponent!
"Golden Lion sword spirit!"
At this time, standing in the autumn wind haze not far from Bai Zheng, he pulled out his sword to help.
Another five meter long lion pours into the air and, together, collides with each other's Dragon palm.
The blue and black dragon, roaring down on the side of the snow.
The snow suddenly burst a dragon shaped pit, Zhang Yumin that short standing in the pit, mouth with a laugh.
"White master, I didn't expect that other people would intervene in the fight between you and me. You jinxianmen, no more. "
"Wind haze, you step back!"
At this time, it was related to the reputation of Jinxian sect. Bai Zheng had to frown and withdraw his three disciples.
"Master..."
Qiu Fenglan moved slightly. He could see that master was not the dwarf's opponent.
"Why, do you look down on being a teacher?"
Bai Zheng's eyelids were picked.
"I dare not!"
Baolan, as long as there is no way to retreat.
"Master Zhang, let's go back."
Bai Zheng took up his sword and waved to Zhang Yumin.
"That's what happened."
Zhang Yumin laughed, his face was full of weird, "Bai Zheng, come to die! Ha
He jumped up and turned into a long blue and black dragon in the air.
The dragon's four claws were waving, very ferocious.
One of the claws, suddenly infinite extension, toward the white Zheng below, a claw hit down.
"The lions are dancing!"
Bai Zheng changed his sword technique and waved it from left to right.
The sword roared.
Two meters long lions jumped out, a total of more than ten, wandering around Bai Zheng's side, all facing the Dragon claws in the past.
"Bang!"
The dragon's claws flew three or four heads, but more of them fell on it and broke the claws.
The Dragon rolled in the air, "Bai Zheng, good sword technique! However, the next is the play! Look at the palm
The Dragon turned over, and then the whole dragon fell down again.
The pressure was so great that Bai Zheng frowned.
He forced his whole body vitality, wrapped in the sword in his hand.
"The wrath of the golden lion!"
A ten meter long lion rushed out of his sword in an instant.
This lion, with a pair of huge meat wings on its back, is much stronger than the previous sword lion.
"Bang!"
The dragon and the lion collide with each other, and the vitality of Bolton shocks out, shaking the surrounding Jinxian gate, as well as the disciples of the Longyou sect, shaking left and right, and almost falling to the ground.
Bai Zheng was desperate.
The lion growled and bit the dragon.
The Dragon suffered pain and rolled over, struggling to break open the lion under him.
"Poof!"
Bai Zheng was bitten back by the giant force, vomited a mouthful of blood, fell back several steps, and was helped by the white leaf next to him. As soon as the Dragon turned over, he unexpectedly bumped into Mei Ya on one side.
Meiya's face changed.
Li Weilong is closest to the younger martial sister. He yells at the younger martial sister, and then pours on it. The sword in his hand sweeps out the golden lion.
But his cultivation was so bad that the lion and himself were knocked out together.
"Not good!"
Bai Zhenggang stood up straight, saw this scene, his face was pale, "ya'er is in danger!"Several disciples of Jinxian sect rushed to the place, but they were all too late.
Bai Ye's eyes are also full of despair, and a bloody scene has appeared in his mind.
Maiya was also stunned. The whole person stood there, watching the Dragon hit him.
But just then, a golden awn exploded.
Everyone exclaimed.
Qin Shi, who had been standing beside watching the war before, did not know when he appeared in front of Meiya.
He held a white sword in one hand, and pressed the other hand on the sword. With the sword, he blocked the roaring dragon.
"Oh
But the Dragon roared, and the rest of his front paw waved and patted on the chest of Qin twelve.
"When!"
A dull sound, Qin twelve's body step back, almost hit Meiya.
But at the same time, he lifted his sword and shot the Dragon into the air.
"Broken!"
Qin twelve finally showed his magic.
He threw the sword in front of him, pointed his hands forward, and then separated the two sides.
The sword stopped in front of him in an instant, and then it was divided into more than ten. With Qin's twelve fingers, he brushed and went towards the Dragon thorn.
"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff!"
The Dragon rolled and blocked several swords.
But there are still a few, stabbed into his body.
"Boo!"
The Dragon disappeared. Zhang Yumin, a dwarf with several white swords, fell into the snow.
The red blood dyed the white snow around.
"Master!"
"Master!"
Those disciples of the Longyou sect, one by one, were shocked, ran up to Zhang Yumin, who could not stand steadily when he was standing up.
"You, you dare to hurt me..."
Zhang Yumin couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
"I'm sorry, but I'm eager to protect people."
The Qin Dynasty shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. If I take a few swords, I will hurt you."
"Hum!"
Zhang Yumin snorted coldly, "if it wasn't for me and Bai Zheng who were both defeated, how could you hurt me?"