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Since ancient times, the most tragic thing was to die generously. Leng Qing couldn't help but feel her heart rise and fall. Immediately, tears streamed down her face as she cried out, "I beg of you, please leave quickly. Even if I die, I don't want anything to happen to my three brothers."

Cai Yi Ear cried out in annoyance, "Leng Qing, don't even think about crying. Even if we brothers die together today, so what? Someone will take revenge for us. Don't let this damned woman look down on the hero of the Central Plains. "

Leng Qing walked towards them unsteadily and stopped crying. As she walked, she turned her head back and said to Venerable Lord Bell with a choked voice, "If you want to die, then let me and my three brothers die together. You …" "You don't need to worry about the kindness I've saved once."

The desire to live was still stronger than death in his heart. He didn't dare to be disrespectful in his tone. He hoped that this woman would think of his kindness and find a way to save them and give them a chance to live.

However, he did not stop them. Waiting until the four of them were standing side by side, he said with a disdainful look on his face, "Bullshit, a hero of the Central Plains. A shameless person who dares to talk so much about the Abdomen Sword of the Central Plains is a hero? Heh heh, a nameless junior can't even withstand a single blow. "

She was secretly pleased with herself and was determined to kill them all. She gathered her Qi and sent her voice far away. After he had finished, he stepped forward. Everywhere he went, footsteps sounded out, leaving a deep footprint.

He only took a few steps forward and spoke in a deep voice, "Today, I, the Honored Warrior, have fulfilled your dream of being a hero!"

The four of them were not afraid. The three of them hid Leng Qing behind them and looked at each other. They shared a common hatred for the same enemy. They all had a death wish with the enemy, ready to fight to the bitter end.

At this time, a person shouted loudly, "Who said that as many shameless people from the Central Plains Martial Arts Plains could not even withstand a single blow?" The shout was loud and clear, and it faintly revealed a hint of arrogance.

Before he could finish his sentence, the luan's bell rang. A man and a horse rode into the wilderness. At that time, the sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear. He saw a young man dressed in plain clothes in front of him. His face was cold, with only a shallow scar diagonally across from his forehead to the tip of his nose, and although he had just been running, his breathing was steady. He did not seem to be panting or struggling at all as he placed his hand on the sword hilt on his waist.

The horse was covered in yellow hair, and the rider was an old scholar with a long sword at his waist. His blue robe fluttered in the breeze, and his face was pale.

The man's voice was loud and ear-splitting. His inner force was deep, and he could not be underestimated. Subconsciously, he took a few steps back and put the short flute to his lips.

Leng Qing hurriedly called out, "Old senior, please don't let him play the flute."

At this moment, the flute suddenly sounded. A green shadow suddenly flew in front of the scholar. Under the sunlight, the Three-Eyed Dragon bared its fangs, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying.

The scribe angrily snorted and said, "Evil spirits, do you dare to do this?" A beam of sword light streaked across the air like a waterfall. He had said eight words in one sentence, but his sword had been unsheathed as it stabbed out sixteen times with lightning speed. A dense screen of sword Qi blocked both his figure and the yellow horse. The cloth-clothed youth took two steps to the side, avoiding the sharp edge of the sword light.

The triangle-eyed dragon was regarded as a divine object by the Nine Nether Master. It seemed to sense the danger as its body was covered by the cold wind of the sword. It bent its neck and rushed to bite the teenager's face.

The youth's expression remained the same as he shouted, "What a vile creature!" With a flick of his wrist, the long sword pierced forward with a "Chi" sound. The two of them struck out with their swords with incredible speed. Their eyes blurred as a sword light flashed, chopping the strange snake seven inches in half.

The triangular-eyed dragon was abnormally agile. It had been torn apart twice but was unable to perform, rolling twice in the air and barely dodging the youth's long sword. It whizzed back to Venerable Lord Bell's sleeve.

The scribe's expression changed when he saw the strange appearance of the dark-green snake. Venerable Lord Bell was greatly shocked. Ever since he had left the martial arts world, there had been no precedents of the triangle-eyed dragon flying back on its own. An old and a young person was actually able to cause the divine creatures of the sect to flee in fear.

The scholar was confident in his status and did not pursue her. He coldly asked, "I'm Emei Iron Zither, too. Who is this woman to have such a sinister and strange method? She is definitely not a good person!"

Cai Yi and the other two looked at each other, both surprised and happy. Yue Biao and Ning Erhe still did not know Mr. Tie Qin's name, but the Four Major Sects' reputation was renowned throughout the world, and everyone had heard of it.

Cai Yidao, who was known as the "omniscient one", had heard of this expert from the martial arts world from the past. His fame was outstanding in the martial arts world and was not inferior to that of Kongtong or Qingcheng's two great sages. It was only later on, when he had no idea why he had hidden himself in the forest, that he gradually lost the knowledge of the martial arts world.

Venerable Lord Bell was also stunned. He didn't expect that the people who had come were the experts of the four great sects. His body swayed slightly as he retreated a few steps, creating a distance of several meters between him and everyone else.

Cai Yi Ear bent forward and bowed, then said respectfully, "Could it be that Senior is the Zither Swordsman Duo Jue Qin Xiu of the 'Duo Sha, Zither Sound Execution Three Fiends' from back then?"

Mr. Tie Qin was slightly startled. Among the younger generation in the martial arts world, there was actually someone who knew of his heroic deeds. In the past, killing Jing Hu's "Jiang Ling Shuang Sha" and killing the "Yu Ying Gang", who had been unscrupulous throughout the Yangtze River, were two of Mr. Tie Qin's proud actions of shaking the Jianghu.

At the moment he heard the elder's words he felt at ease. He laughed and said, "I dare not say so. It is indeed this old man!" For many years, the proud and aloof Emei experts rarely treated their juniors in such a peaceful manner. After he finished speaking, he looked at Cai Ear's face and instructed the cloth-clothed youth, "White Crane, this warrior's face is dark. He was obviously poisoned by the enemy's poison, so he gave him the Life Continuing Gold Pill of Emei for an antidote."

The cloth-clothed youth was none other than Emei's disciple, White Crane. The master and disciple pair had left the Northern Mang Mountain that day. Tian Xin'er's peerless charm lingered in the youth's mind. It was hard to forget, but at the same time, it captivated him. Unending, the logic is still messy, the later generation of a few female lyrics, deep understanding of the three.

Later on, Gao Yu kidnapped the number one beauty, triggering many martial artists to flock to Jinling City. When the news reached his master and disciple's ears, Mr. Tie Qin laughed it off. However, the amorous youth felt as if his five senses were overturned. His heart was filled with dissatisfaction, and he lost his soul for the whole day.

In the past, Mr. Iron Zither was a wanderer in the martial arts world. How could he not understand the inner thoughts of his disciple? Seeing that he couldn't bear it any longer, he had no choice but to take him south to Jinling to amuse himself. On this day, as he was walking outside of Jinling City, he suddenly heard Reverend Bell's triumphant exclamation.

Although the Emei Faction was known as the Sichuan Shan School, the four great sects had protected the martial arts world for a hundred years. In addition, the elder had always been arrogant and domineering, fighting with the "Zither Saint" Lin Shuangmu for many years because of the zither as his weapon.

Everything in the world was so strange and unpredictable. It was all because of his competitive spirit that he unintentionally saved the lives of Leng Qing and the other three.