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Tie Qingyi and Tian Xin'er had discovered the Manor's location. Due to Leng Qing's safety, they did not dare to alert the enemy. He then followed the small path and headed to the southwest. After thinking for a while, he went to inform Grandmaster Ling Qiu and the other three. Not far away, he met Wang Song and Daoist Yuan.

When Wang Song heard that they had found Leng Qing's courtyard, he insisted on visiting it first. Just as Tie Qingyi and the other two were giving their advice, they suddenly saw smoke billowing in the sky and flames shooting up into the sky.

Tie Qingyi sized it up for a moment before saying: "It's the direction of the demon corpse's sleep. Did something happen?"

The other three immediately stopped talking. The four of them were about to run over to take a look. From afar, a group of people could be seen rushing towards them. It was the Venerable Lord Bell of the Nine Serenities Sect leading a group of Demonic Corpse disciples out from the sea of fire.

Two encounters, a good fight. Compared to Cai Yi and the others, these four were like tigers in a flock of sheep. Venerable Lord Bell did everything he could to escape the encirclement of the four people under the protection of the Nine Nether Poison, 'Eternal Infinite Smoke', at the cost of losing more than half of the disciples' lives.

Who would have thought that the four of them would let the demonic corpse disciple go so they could only closely follow after Venerable Lord Bell without giving up. In a moment of desperation, Noble Bell had shouted out that Leng Qing was in the midst of the fire. If the few of them did not save him, the brat might not be able to escape the fate of dying in the sea of fire.

The four of them were skeptical, but this matter concerned Leng Qing's life and death. Naturally, they would rather believe it to be true, and they all rushed back to the grassland in a hurry. The four of them just so happened to witness the scene of Mr Iron Zither's long sword being smashed down by the Free and Unrestrained Child Bamboo Rod.

Leng Qing was also in the midst of kowtowing to her master, Grandmaster Ling Qiu. When she raised her head and saw Tie Qingyi, she shouted: "Big Brother Tie!" He jumped up and threw himself into his arms.

Tie Qingyi picked him up and laughed: "Brother Leng, seeing that you are safe and sound, this is great!"

A monk dressed in a red robe chuckled and took a few steps forward. He held Mister Tie Qin's wrist and said while shaking him, "Eh? Old man Tie, are you still alive?" He joked and scolded while shaking his hand, secretly connecting the dislocated position of the zither.

Tie Qin's white face turned even redder. When people were frustrated, they were most afraid of encountering old acquaintances. Especially this crazy Monk Kongtong. He had never been able to spit anything out of his mouth.

The four great sects were in unison. In the past, when he was in the martial arts world, these few people were all elites and were familiar with each other. Daoist Yuan walked over, clasped his hands and said, "Greetings, Fellow Taoist Tie Qin!"

Tie Qin bitterly smiled and said, "After so many years, you still managed to meet me in this kind of situation. How could this old man endure this?"

It was not easy to answer those words. The current martial arts world was like a vast ocean. Tide waves rose and fell for dozens of years, waves bloomed. No one knew just how many heroes emerged. However, the northern and southern two powers remained as towering as mountains, like an insurmountable monument.

The young disciples of the martial arts world might not be well-informed, but which of the four famous sects in the martial arts world was not respectful and respectful? No matter how arrogant and unruly Mr. Tie Qin was, he didn't dare to be impudent. He could only forcefully swallow the bitter fruit of not recognizing the golden jade with his eyes.

It was a good thing that at this moment, he laughed out loud in his red robe and joked, "Old man Tie, don't be discouraged! Even if you are defeated, you will still be honored to die in the hands of hero Pan. If it was us, we probably wouldn't be able to take even one attack! "

It was known to all that he meant it as a joke, so as not to embarrass Mr. Tierqin too much. Regardless of whether it was Old Yuan, Wang Song, or Mr. Tie Qin, they were all first-rate experts in terms of martial arts. Even if they were inferior to the monk and monk, they would definitely not be defeated within one or two moves. Mr. Iron Zither was too conceited and took advantage of the situation to catch his opponent off guard. However, when Wang Song said this, the stiff air on the stage lessened a lot.

Cai Yi Er and the other two walked up to stand behind Tie Qingyi. Tian Xin'er's sharp eyes grabbed onto Yue Biao as she asked in astonishment: "Hey, what happened to your face?" The redness and swelling on Yue Biao's cheeks had not yet completely disappeared. His fingers could be seen as he glanced at the White Crane, wanting to speak, but then stopped. Bi Yi was slapped. He was disgraced and embarrassed.

Leng Qing pointed at the cloth-clothed youth and said loudly, "I know, it was that big brother who beat him up!"

Tie Qingyi's starry eyes were like lightning as she stared at the face of the white crane with two cold glints. The white crane's eyes were misty as it stared blankly at Tian Xin'er's flower-like face, completely oblivious to it. As Tian Xin'er held onto Tie Qingyi, she gave a slight "hmph" as her expression turned unpleasant.

She was a natural beauty, and anyone who had seen her true appearance would be amazed by her beauty. This wasn't the first time she had been mesmerized by such a sight. She had never felt that something was amiss. However, this cloth-clothed youth was different. Slapping Yue Biao was equivalent to slapping Tie Qingyi's face and humiliating Xiao Baiyi.

From that day on, the white crane glanced at Mang Shan. The number of times its beautiful and rosy face appeared in the middle of a dream, causing this passionate youth to be captivated by his emotions. With beauty like a flower, he would never forget what he saw. One day, he would never see her again, but his heart would always be filled with wild longing. At this moment, this crazy beauty was standing in front of him. Although the world was vast, the eyes of the white crane were filled with the slim and graceful silhouettes of beautiful women. They were so beautiful that they couldn't contain anything.

When the beauty was slightly angered, he let out a cold snort and his spiritual sense suddenly woke up. He saw Tian Xin'er's jade-like arms intimately holding onto the white-robed youth as she shot a gaze towards Tie Qingyi. Four pairs of eyes glared at him. One of them was humiliated and made to feel cold because of his good brother, while the other felt sad and resentful because of the love that belonged to the one he loved.

Tie Qingyi said coldly, "There is no logic in everything. Ning Erhe, what happened just now? If the fault lies with us brothers, even if they beat us up, we brothers still have to apologize to them. If someone bullies us, then no matter who gives us a slap, we must return two, three, or even ten of them! "

Ning Erhe perked up and said loudly, "Ning Erhe will do as you command." From the moment the three of them saw Leng Qing, to Yue Biao's complaint about Mr. Tie Qin not saving his life and getting slapped by the White Crane, the place had been completely silent, no one interrupting her.

Tian Xin'er had been hurt by Mister Tie Qin's "Five Ghost Nights of Sobbing" zither skill, and she kept it in her heart. She did not like him in the morning, so she interrupted Ning Erhe and said tenderly, "Rumor has it that the Four Major Sects have always taken exterminating evil and defending the Dao as their mission. As a dignified Emei Sect expert, Mister Tie Qin was indifferent when he saw how evil the devil was acting.

Mr. Tie Qin's expression instantly turned as cold as ice. It was precisely because of this sentence that Yue Biao almost had no limbs. Now, Tian Xin'er's mocking laughter, and the provocation without a doubt, caused the atmosphere to tense up all of a sudden.

Ling Qiu thought for a moment, then stepped forward, and said: "Anido, Young Hero Tie, Miss Tian, Warrior Yue, we are all martial artists, our goal is to deal with the Nine Hell Evil Demons and protect the righteousness of the martial world. A little misunderstanding, please see the thin face of the old monk, a smile erased. This old monk apologizes to everyone. Good, good! " Bowing slightly, Tie Qingyi and the rest did not dare to slight him, bowing in return.

Yue Biao was filled with fear and trepidation as he hurriedly said: "This little one is just like a wild grass, how could I dare to be such a godly monk? The Divine Monk's orders, are naturally obeyed. "

At this point, with the appearance of the Spirit Hill Master, all the conflicts were over. After all, Shaolin's reputation and status in the martial arts world was like a mountain that stood above the other. His words were like a mountain, and no one could refute him.

But how could things be as they were? However, Leng Qing suddenly said: "Master, Brother Tie, you guys don't know, if Big Brother Nangong and Sister Gu hadn't appeared to help, they would have …" Just cut off Brother Yue Biao's hands and feet! "