Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Uncle Zhuo! Senior Zhuo!" Qijian and others rushed towards Zhuo Yihang extremely nervously, trying to save him from Fan Song.

However, Bao Dachu and other members of the cult are not easy people to deal with either.

Intercepting them layer by layer, there is no chance of rescue.

Zhuo Yihang is not an incompetent person, he knows that things cannot be done.

Three more [White Eyebrow Needles] immediately appeared in the hand, and all the internal energy was concentrated in the hand.

Suddenly, he shot at Fan Song's three critical points: the center of the eyebrow, the middle of the philtrum, and the Adam's apple.

"Despicable!" Fan Song saw something bad and could only retreat to avoid it.

"Dangdangdang..."

Three [White Eyebrow Needles] forced Fan Song to retreat and defend.

Zhuo Yihang also took this opportunity to breathe, stood up and moved backward, distanced himself from Fan Song.

Fan Song raised the ax and said in great displeasure: "I didn't expect you [Wu-Tang Clan] to also play with hidden weapons, which is disgusting!"

Zhuo Yihang felt calm and replied: "Master Patriarch told us that as long as it does not violate our chivalrous heart, there is nothing wrong with practicing magic."

"What's more, in order to save his life, this junior will use a few gifts from his lover?"

Fan Song was stunned. What Zhuo Yihang said was reasonable.

It left him speechless, and he raised his ax and prepared to fight again.

"Stop talking nonsense and just fight again."

Zhuo Yihang took a step back calmly, cupped his hands and said, "Senior Fan, I know I am no match for you."

"If you are willing to leave with your disciples, can you give [Wudang] a favor and let us leave?"

Hearing this, Fan Song fell into thinking and began to analyze the pros and cons. He felt that it was not worth turning against Wudang for the trivial matter in front of him.

I thought that it would be a good choice to just fool him and let him leave, but he didn't wait to speak.

Yi Lanzhu, one of the Seven Swordsmen, said anxiously: "Uncle Zhuo, we are leaving, what will happen to your [Utan Immortal Flower]?"

“…”

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Zhuo Yihang seemed to be stunned for a moment, his eyes full of disbelief.

If I could curse, I guess the essence of the Chinese nation would have been spoken by now.

Fei Hongjin, Ling Weifeng and others were also looking at Yi Lanzhu in shock, as if to say: "Are you okay?"

"[Ultimate Fairy Flower]?" Murong Fu was overjoyed. He really wanted to come for whatever he wanted. He wanted to drink milk. His mother was here. He missed his family and the baby and his uncle was here.

I am worried that I can't find the location of [Udanxianhua].

Well now, this little guy Zhuo Yihang has brought it to me.

Wait, maybe the other party is bigger than you.

"[Udanxianhua]!" Fan Song's voice was like thunder, which made everyone dizzy. He opened his mouth and said greedily: "Hand over the fairy flower, you can go!"

Zhuo Yihang's face was ashen and he said truthfully: "[Utanxian Flower] is not in my hands."

"Zhuo Yihang, for the sake of [Wudang] Master Zhang, I can let you go." Fan Song said solemnly: "Don't toast me and you will be fined with wine!"

Zhuo Yihang explained: "I am telling the truth. [Utanxian Flower] is really not in my hands. It has not bloomed yet and cannot be picked."

"Oh! Okay, you take me to see where it is." Fan Song said.

Yi Lanzhu seemed to realize that he had made a mistake, and said loudly: "My uncle has guarded the fairy flower for several years, why should I tell you where the [Utan fairy flower] is?"...

"Stinky girl, if I don't teach you a lesson, I don't know how high the sky is!" Fan Song is not a polite person, and he doesn't know how to cherish flowers. He is just a typical reckless man.

He raised the ax and sliced ​​off Yi Lanzhu's neck.

In an instant, the beautiful lady was so frightened that her face turned pale and she stepped back again and again.

Zhuo Yihang wanted to save him.

However, he was so injured that he couldn't even use the strength to lift the sword, so he could only watch helplessly as Fan Song killed Yi Lanzhu.

"Fan Song, if you dare to kill Lanzhu, my master will not let you go." Fei Hongjin roared, trying to rush in front of Yi Lanzhu to help him block the fatal blow.

Ling Weifeng and others also thought so.

It's a pity that their strength is too low, and they are simply not good enough in front of the old devil Fan Song.

Before he even took a step, the ax had already reached three inches in front of Yi Lanzhu.

It only takes one breath and he will be killed here.

"Pfft!"

The sound of sharp slashes rang in everyone's ears.

As a result, the original scene of heads falling to the ground and blood spurting out did not appear in front of everyone.

Instead, a yellow chrysanthemum fell.

Scattered into countless petals in the air, flying into the distance with the breeze.

Fei Hongjin looked at Yi Lanzhu who had disappeared and said in confusion:

"Where are the people!"

Zhuo Yihang scanned around but couldn't find any clues.

Fan Song's back felt cold, and he felt a terrifying pressure coming from behind him.

With a "gudong" sound, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said cautiously: "Who are you? Why do you want to save people?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but be shocked, and the whole audience was stunned.

Only then did he see a handsome and domineering man suddenly appear behind Fan Song.

Yi Lanzhu was hiding in his arms with a face full of horror.

Murong Fu was about to answer Fan Song's question when he suddenly felt a rush of heat on his calf. When he lowered his head, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

He had no choice but to hold Yi Lanzhu, who was paralyzed by fear, and said truthfully:

"I want the [Utanxian Flower], so naturally I want to save her."

"It turns out it's for [You Tan Xian Hua]?" Fan Song couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "That's easy to say, wouldn't it be nice if you and I forced this pretty face together?"

"No!" Murong Fu said contemptuously: "I am an old friend of Zhenzhen Zhang, how can I persecute his disciples?"

"How can we meet his old man if the news spreads?"

"Huh?" Fan Song couldn't help but frown, turned to look at Murong Fu, and said angrily: "Who are you? Do you think that because you are stronger than me, you can do whatever you want?"

"I'm afraid you don't know that our leader is in this mountain."

"As long as I yell, he will appear. By then, he may not be as easy to talk to as me."

Murong Fu joked: "Let me do it? Is he still sitting on his butt?"

"Huh? Let me do it?" Fan Song said contemptuously: "Is he worthy of being our leader?"

As soon as these words came out, Murong Fu was confused and asked curiously: "If he doesn't deserve it, who does? Do you [Sun Moon Sect] have anyone who can help?"

"Haha, I absolutely do. I am more suitable to be the leader than letting others do what I want. I wonder what "King Yan" thinks? "

Suddenly, a word floated out from the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, several figures appeared next to Murong Fu. The leader was none other than Fang Shisan, who was wearing a sun and moon dragon robe.

And beside him stood two men with graceful temperament and incomparable majesty.

One of them is Murong Fu's old rival "Magician" Pang Ban!

Fan Song and other members of the [Sun Moon God Sect] quickly saluted Fang Shisan:

"I've met the leader!"

Fang Shisan said softly, "Hmm", very domineering.

Another man looked at Murong Fu with a "laughing", turned around and saluted Fang Shisan:

"It seems that some children are here, so I won't disturb them and take my leave."

Fang Shisan nodded and said politely: "Brother Wuji, please go slowly, I won't send you off."

"Haha, excuse me." The man named Brother Wuji looked deeply at Murong Fu again and shook his head.

Then, he leisurely disappeared in front of everyone.

Brother Wuji? Zhao Wuji?

Murong Fu's mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about the relationship between several people.

Luo Tianxi's voice suddenly reminded:

"Be careful, the demonic energy in this person is very domineering."

"If I'm not mistaken, he is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul!"