Invincible Dragon Cultivation System

Several female disciples of Tianyinmen sarcastically turned towards Tang Yinxuan, looking at her and then at Wang Xian.

The Saint Child on the side heard the voices of several disciples, his face was slightly ugly.

He dignifiedly pursued Tang Yinxuan, the son of Tianyinmen for a long time, and the other party would not accept any gifts. Tomorrow the saintess was selected, he even planned to lend his Tianmoqin to the other party despite the dissatisfaction of the deputy head.

In the end, Tang Yinxuan still didn't appreciate it, and instead accepted a guqin presented by an unknown person. If there was nothing tricky in it, he didn't believe it.

Tang Yinxuan looked a little embarrassed when she saw the mocking voices of several fellow seniors.

"Ahem!"

At this moment, Wang Xian on the side coughed lightly and looked at the disciples of Tianyinmen: "Sorry, don't talk nonsense if you don't know the truth, I have a husband!"

Wang Xian said and smiled: "What the nameless guy gave is not necessarily a broken thing. Also, I have never heard of your names."

"Um?"

Wang Xian's words made the crowd of Tianyinmen slightly raised their eyebrows, they looked at him, and looked up and down.

"Have never heard the name of our saint? That's you ignorant and ignorant. Let's find out if you are ranked ninth on the Tianjiao Young Masters List. Ha ha, an inexperienced guy!"

A young man said to Wang Xian with a slight disdain.

"Frog at the bottom of the well, I just don't know which sect this sect is from, let our Tianyinmen disciples listen to it, or have some insights!"

The other young man raised his head slightly and looked at Wang Xian mockingly.

"Haha, if you have time, you will be able to see it naturally!"

Wang Xian smiled and said meaningfully.

"It seems that this person is very confident in his own strength. It's better to hit the sun if you choose another day. Let's show it!"

Saint Son saw Wang Xian's face full of wind and calm, a sneer appeared on his face, his arm moved slightly, and a flute appeared in his hand.

The metal flute rotates slightly, the air of Jinfeng envelops it, exuding a bone-piercing edge, pointing directly at Wang Xian.

"This is my secondary weapon, Jinluangdi."

"Holy son, this kid is obviously pretending to be forceful in front of us. How can he be compared with you, a nameless man who only speaks big words, Junior Brother I can easily defeat him!"

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

"♩♫♭♯∮‖♪♬♩!"

Suddenly, notes came out from his mouth, Mo Yin Fei, poured into Wang Xian's ears.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind around him, and the biting cold wind turned into notes and attacked towards Wang Xian.

The young man stared at Wang Xian with a smile on his face, obviously trying to make him embarrassed.

The surrounding Tianyinmen disciples also watched with mischievous faces.

As Tianyinmen disciples, their attack methods are much more strange than other schools.

They incorporate attributes into the sound, such as magic sounds, and even the innate powerhouses with high musical attainments can make their opponents lose their way and lose themselves.

An unknown man in front of them even pretended to be coercive in front of them, utterly humiliating himself.

"Wow!"

At this moment, a crisp sound suddenly sounded, the sound was crisp, just like the sound of a sharp weapon.

A golden peak of air swept all the wind-attribute notes directly, and attacked towards the palm of the young man!

"what!"

The young man let out a scream, he quickly threw his hands away, looking at his palm with some horror on his face.

In the palm of the hand, a long hole penetrated into the bone, and blood poured out.

"You dare to attack me!"

There was an embarrassed look on the young man's face, he was holding his arm and staring at Wang Xian gloomily.

"hiss!"

Seeing the injury on the young man's arm, the surrounding Tianyinmen disciples took a breath, their pupils shrunk slightly, and their eyes fixed on Wang Xian.

"Um?"

Shengzi also frowned slightly, a cold color flashed in his eyes, and looked at the sword in Wang Xian's hand: "Some strength, but I dare to hurt my Tianyinmen disciple, I think you are looking for death!"

As he said, with a move of the golden flute in his hand, he pointed directly at Wang Xian, and the metallic sharpness on it came out directly.

Obviously it was the Tianyinmen disciple who did it first, but he sneered at Wang Xian, extremely domineering!

"Holy Son, this is my friend!"

Tang Yinxuan's face changed slightly, and her arm hurriedly stopped the Saint Child's attack.

He was really afraid that the son would completely offend Wang Xian and kill the son on the spot.

In addition, she was a little shocked by Wang Xian's offensive attributes.

If she remembered correctly, when he was fighting against the dark witch killer, he used the water attribute, but now it turned out to be sharp metal.

"Your friend?"

Shengzi saw Tang Yinxuan actually resist his attack, his face gradually became gloomy.

"Dare to hurt my Tianyinmen disciples. As a holy son, I have to give them a head. Anyone who dares to hurt, I dare to abolish him. Do you Tang Yinxuan want to stop?"

As he said, staring at Tang Yinxuan coldly, the anger in his heart became more intense.

"Hehe, you don't allow me to fight back first? Son? I really haven't heard of the Son of Tianyinmen, let alone the ninth-ranked Tianjiao Young Master!"

"In my opinion, Saint Son? Ha ha, one blow!"

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

"Chang!"

"Hmph, looking for death, I want you to know the consequences of arrogance, dare to speak big words in front of me!"

Seeing Wang Xian even dared to attack, the saint son showed a murderous look, and waved the golden flute in his hand.

"Woohoo!"

The sound of the wind entered the flute and made a rapid sound, and the sharp golden golden peaks of air moved towards Wang Xian.

"Chang!"

However, at this moment, half of Zhan Lu in Wang Xian's hand was exposed, and the strong metal edge on it formed a sharp golden metal long sword.

The sword was not out of its sheath, but the sword light had already attacked.

The metal edge emitted by the golden flute trembled directly in the air, and then quickly disappeared.

And the Zhan Lu Jianmang in Wang Xian's hand was cut towards the golden flute in his hand.

"Flap!"

Before the Saint Child had time to react, Zhan Lu Jianmang directly cut the golden flute in his hand and attacked his shoulder.

"what?"

Shengzi's face changed drastically, his figure moved, and he quickly hid away.

However, the sharp sword light still fell on his shoulder, and his clothes were instantly dyed red with blood!

"Snapped!"

The golden flute in his hand was disconnected from the middle and fell directly to the ground with a crisp sound!

With one blow, the Saint Child of Tianyinmen broke his weapon and injured his shoulder.

"Rubbish!"

Wang Xian slowly took Zhan Lu back, and swept all of them ignorantly. Zhan Lu did not get out of the sheath, but the Son was already injured.

"Goodbye bye!"

Wang Xian felt boring, looked at Tang Yinxuan, said with a smile on his face, turned and left directly.

Tang Yinxuan was dumbfounded, staring closely at his back.

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