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Yu Zijin didn't want to pay attention to this kind of person at all. Who misunderstood him, who killed his parents? Wasn't it the talkative person in front of him?

"What did my apprentice do, how did Sect Leader Leng know?"

Yu Zijin had a questioning look on his face, one was the apprentice he raised with his own hands, the other was the enemy who slandered him and killed his teacher, it was clear at a glance who was close and who was distant.Anyway, it's for the little apprentice's strategy value, so it's nothing to be an enemy of Leng Yanlin.

What's more, I also dislike Leng Yanlin.

Leng Yanlin was really stunned for a moment, never thought that he would question himself like this. "You don't believe me? We have grown up together for so many years, and you question me?"

Yu Zijin was amused by his appearance, of course, it was a sarcastic smile.

"The relationship we grew up with was burnt away by you, and now it's brought up again, isn't it a bit...too shameless?"

Shen Ze'an watched all this eagerly, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud, attracting everyone's eyes.

The master is really becoming more and more popular. Standing firmly on my side like this, confronting the former brothers for myself, it is really refreshing.

"Uncle Leng, my nephew still needs to prove something." Seeing that the time was almost up, Shen Ze'an stood up and walked up to Leng Yanlin in full view.

"I heard that Uncle Leng's swordsmanship is outstanding, and I want to teach you a lesson. Presumably, he will not refuse this request from my nephew, right?" The man lowered his attitude, but the corners of his eyes revealed hatred.

The words have already reached this point, and Leng Yanlin can't refuse at all.

"Of course this request is not too much. Since you want to, then go ahead." After finishing speaking, he paused, and then said: "Since it is a swordsmanship competition, there is no need to use internal strength."

It seems that Leng Yanlin deliberately took care of him as a nephew, but only a few people knew it, and it was all because his inner strength was far less than that of Shen Ze'an.

Saying such things is just to make him look a little older, and the swordsmanship is naturally stronger than him.

Shen Ze'an bowed respectfully to Leng Yanlin, and said in the voice of only the two of them:

"Master Leng, I will make you pay for what you have done."

Before Leng Yanlin could react, Shen Ze'an summoned Hongxue and attacked in his direction.The speed was so fast that the onlookers saw only an afterimage.

A man in a black outfit held a blood-red sword and stood erect behind Leng Yanlin.Random raised his eyes slightly, and when he heard the whistling sound behind him, he knew that Leng Yanlin had also made a move.

That was the sound of a sharp sword piercing the air.

Shen Ze'an suddenly turned around, and the corner of his mouth slightly hooked.

He just wanted to induce Leng Yanlin to use that set of sword techniques, which originally belonged to the Shen family.

Yu Zijin saw Shen Ze'an's intentions at a glance, raised her eyebrows slightly, and found a shade under a tree to hide and enjoy the cool.

Looking here, it's not much better than being exposed to the sun.

I don't know what kind of intentions those people are pretending to watch under the sun.

Yu Zijin pursed her lips and shook her head.

After fighting for several moves, Leng Yanlin was already out of breath, obviously a lot of distraction was lost.

"Master Leng's physical strength isn't good enough, how long has it been, and his footsteps are already vain?" Shen Ze'an approached Leng Yanlin with an extremely obvious sarcasm on his face. "You like Master, right, but he doesn't like you."

Leng Yanlin suddenly raised his head, feeling flustered and unable to hold the sword in his hand steadily.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shen Ze'an swept across violently, sending up waves of flying sand.

Leng Yanlin's eyes were squinted by the raised sand, and he had no choice but to use the sword technique that he had hidden for a long time and refused to show to others.

Originally he thought that others could not see Feisha's obstruction, but he didn't know that he was the only one whose eyes were squinted.Others had a panoramic view of the sword skills he used.

A cruel smile curled up on the corner of Shen Ze'an's mouth, waiting for this move.

Shen Ze'an, who had never learned this set of sword skills, would naturally not be his opponent. In an instant, many cuts were cut on his body, and even those important meridians suffered from it.

Many older people looked at Leng Yanlin's figure, and their expressions changed slightly.

Shen An's figure when he danced this set of sword techniques is still lingering in their minds. His astonishing figure, his agile and vigorous body technique, and the sword in his hand are like becoming two with a human being. one.

Now, looking at Leng Yanlin's body style, it seems like Dong Shi is imitating him.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is the second half of the swordsmanship, but because there is no blessing from the first half, it looks so bloated.

But even so, it was much sharper than ordinary swordsmanship.

With a "boom", Shen Ze'an fell heavily to the ground.

Yu Zijin turned her head abruptly, leaned over, and appeared in front of Shen Ze'an in the blink of an eye.

"Does it hurt?"

Yu Zijin wrapped Shen Ze'an in her arms, carefully avoiding Shen Ze'an's wound with her hands.

How could it not be distressed?

That was the child he raised with his own hands, raised with his own hands!

Besides him, why would anyone else dare to treat him like this? !

Shen Ze'an slowly raised his head, "Zijin, I hurt~"

Yu Zijin patted Shen Ze'an's hand reassuringly, and said softly, "I know you're in pain, so I'll avenge you."

Shen Ze'an didn't stop her, but gently handed Hongxue into Yu Zijin's hand. "Zi Jin, don't use that set of sword skills, take my sword and avenge me."

This time, Hongxue didn't argue, but just flashed red light.

"Alright, I will use Hongxue."

Yu Zijin stood up slowly, and walked in front of Leng Yanlin indifferently.

"Are your eyes okay?" There was no emotion in the voice.

Leng Yanlin stood still in a daze, and his eyes gradually focused.

Looking at this person in front of him, this person whom he had cared about for so many years, standing in front of him like this, he was a little moved.

"Zijin?" Leng Yanlin opened his mouth, but finally only called out his name.

Just like back then, they all wore Xiaoyun's bluish-white costumes, and he loved to laugh back then.

"You hurt my apprentice. As his master, I naturally can't just let it go."

After hearing his words, Leng Yanlin lowered his eyes slightly.

A kind of unwillingness welled up in his heart.

"Are you just a master and apprentice to him?" This kind of feeling is like being stuffed in a frying pan, and that kind of suffering is really uncomfortable.

"You are a smart person, it is impossible not to know what your apprentice thinks about you!"

"Of course I know."

Yu Zijin couldn't bear to interrupt him.