Xuanjian Xianzu

Yuan Hudu suppressed the fear in his heart, his mind went blank for a moment, he weighed the pros and cons, immediately handed over his hands and said loudly:

"Gudu has met the general!"

Yuan Hudu was afraid that Li Xuanfeng would kill him and leave without making a sound. This sound immediately silenced all the voices in the courtyard. Those who drank stopped their glasses, those who congratulated him shut their mouths, and everyone's gazes were fixed on them. Looking at the stage, they whispered:
"Who is this... who comes to congratulate you? How can he be treated with such respect by Yuan Hudu?"

"It's a foundation cultivator!"

"I'm afraid the person who came here is not good..."

Everyone looked at Li Xuanfeng, who just stood with his hands folded. His eyes gradually became stern. His back was straight and his broad shoulders blocked the light in front of Yuan Hudu. His voice was low and his tone was steady:
"I can't afford to be a general of Patriarch Yuan. The old man is only serving in southern Xinjiang. Hearing that the child in the family has been wronged, I came to ask Patriarch Yuan."

His words were not loud, but the needles could be heard in the courtyard long ago. All the monks had sharp ears and eyes, and they could hear clearly. Some people were worried about the two families, and more of them were gloating—all watched with cold eyes.

'It turns out to be the Li family! '

"Listen to what he means... there is another secret..."

Li Xuanfeng's current reputation is resounding. Firstly, it was accumulated through killing monsters and killings, and secondly, it was passed down by word of mouth among the seven direct descendants he met in the cave and overseas.

Although he rarely takes action at home, so most people don't recognize his face or his clothes, but when he said this, when he mentioned Southern Xinjiang and the general, everyone recognized General Li. Qi Qi secretly said in her heart:
"It's [Jin Geng Gang Xian] Li Xuanfeng... that magical bow from Southern Xinjiang!"

Yuan Fuyao turned pale first and retreated silently into the crowd. He had already heard that the incident between the two families had resulted in annulment of the engagement, but there was nothing Yuan Fuyao could do. Yuan Hudu repeatedly reassured him that there was no need to worry. Now he looked at The old man in black and gold armor looked at him and felt more and more confused.

Yuan Hudu had sweat on his forehead. At this moment, his life was at stake. He couldn't say harsh words. But if he gave in, he would offend the Li family and then the Chi family at the same time. A good show would be in vain and he could only vent his anger. , keep silent.

Seeing that he remained silent, Li Xuanfeng said softly:

"The nobles are making false noises and humiliating my family out of thin air. The two families have an old friendship. My brother doesn't want to have more disputes and bring shame to our ancestors, but I don't have that kind of mind. This matter can't be left like this."

Yuan Hudu reluctantly looked at him, and saw a sharp look in the veteran's eyes, sharp eyes, full of warning, but not much anger, as if saying:
'Okay, if you want to show Chi's position, I'll let him see enough! '

Yuan Hu only understood that things could not go well, so he sighed slowly, recalling his brother Yuan Huyuan's warning in his mind, and replied:

"What does the general want?"

Li Xuanfeng lightly touched the black gold beast head on his waist, and he already had a large bow in his hand. Yuan Hudu's eyelids twitched slightly when he saw it, and everyone in the audience shrank their necks and took a step back.

Without him, this long bow would be too ferocious.

The golden bow is about eight feet long, with a horn that is more than three feet long. It is golden and red in color, and its whole body is flowing. The golden energy and blood energy on it seem to be rising into the sky. It looks like a murder weapon for countless people.

The cultivators below slowly backed away, and only then did they realize Yuan Hudu's panic under the sweat all over his face. Hearing fame is always better than seeing it with one's own eyes. Seeing that the foundation building is about to start, some people have already bowed their hands to say goodbye, and more people still can't hold back their hearts. Curious, I watched silently.

The head of the Song family, who was only in the late stages of Qi training, moved away in fear. Li Xuanfeng only looked at Yuan Hudu and said hoarsely:
"I give the Patriarch two ways."

He slowly leveled the long bow, and the quiver on his waist made a clanging sound:
"I understand that the master of the house is cautious and is escorted by monks when he goes out. We can try to see if one man and one demon hidden in the mountains can save the master of the house with the combined efforts of the two foundation-building monks."

"It's just that this mysterious arrow is going to be shot out, and it will definitely draw blood."

Yuan Hudu never thought that Li Xuanfeng had seen his arrangement clearly long ago, and secretly shy, the gold and iron weapons in the courtyard began to tremble and jump, Li Xuanfeng watched him sweat profusely, and continued:
"Secondly, for the sake of the friendship between the nobles and my father Ji, I will give the head of the family twenty breaths to only receive one of my arrows. After this arrow passes, the kindness and disgrace of the two families will be equalized, let's leave it at that!"

Yuan Hudu secretly let out a sigh of relief, understanding that Li Xuanfeng spared his life after all. This arrow was probably made for the Chi family to see, and thought to himself:

"No matter how great you Li Xuanfeng is, how powerful is the power of one arrow?"

But no matter how well he understood the opponent's bottom line, he didn't dare to make a real provocation, so he just clapped his hands and replied:

"Please also ask the general to shoot the arrows."

Seeing Li Xuanfeng nodding, Yuan Hudu unceremoniously rode the wind, the two talismans in his sleeves burned rapidly, and flew away like a star, and the two shields on his body gleamed, looking very solid.

Li Xuanfeng also followed his movements to draw the bow and nock an arrow. A golden-red spiritual arrow jumped out of the quiver. The long bow lit up with golden light, illuminating the surrounding area. The smooth polished stone bricks on the ground sparkled and reflected A hazy golden light came out.

"Buzzing..."

Everyone felt as if their faces were cut by knives, and the fine wines and delicacies on the table began to shake and jingle, and the golden light flowing from the armor on Li Xuanfeng's body became brighter and brighter, slowly rising into the sky.

The arrow on the long bow in his hand is the one that was originally sacrificed by [Six Ding Binghuo] and [Zhi Ge]. Now it is carefully crafted and painted with complex formations, glowing with dazzling brilliance. Waves of powerful energy burst out.

After counting twenty breaths, the monks in the courtyard had retreated outside the courtyard, and Li Xuanfeng let go easily.

"Om..."

"Oh!"

Many jade cups and jade pots on the table in the courtyard exploded with a bang. Broken jade and clear wine splashed out, and rain fell all over the sky. The courtyard seemed to be swept by a strong wind, and the tables and chairs collapsed, leaving a mess.

These things hit them all over the face, causing everyone to raise their sleeves to cover them, but their spiritual consciousness had long been locked on the golden bow, and they felt that their spiritual consciousness was empty and nothing could be caught.

"So fast."

The golden arrow had disappeared, everyone had no choice but to look up into the distance, a black shadow in the sky fell like a bird with broken wings, everyone looked at each other in panic, Li Xuanfeng at the top had disappeared.

"what?!"

Li Xuanfeng was not overconfident. His Xuan Arrow was completely different now. Even if it was taken out of the golden bow in his hand, it would still be a foundation-building magic weapon.

It is even more difficult to endure the tempering of combined fire. This mysterious arrow can last forever and can be charged with golden energy in advance. Since Yuan Hudu's immortal foundation, skills, and cultivation are all inferior to him, Li Xuanfeng can conclude that this arrow is enough to deter him. Everyone, avenge their shame.

Now that the arrow was shot, he naturally used his magic and wandered towards the east.

"Hurry up and save the master!"

Everyone was afraid that Yuan Hu would die alone here, and the head of the Song family was so frightened that he quickly flew up in the wind. Everyone disappeared like wind and clouds, leaving only Yuan Fuyao and a few people standing in panic in the courtyard.

……

Yuan Hu was flying alone in the wind. Although he thought that Li Xuanfeng's arrow would not do much, he was also a cautious person and was not careless. He used two talismans in a row and took out a spiritual shield from the storage bag.Putting this earth-colored spiritual shield behind him, Yuan Hudu felt a little safer. With a thought, he still had eleven breaths left.

"The further away the better!"

Relying on his past experience, he moved forward in one breath, hesitated for a while, and secretly said:

"After all, he is a direct descendant of the three sects, so he must not be careless."

Yuan Hudu actually reversed his magic power, his face was flushed, his energy was fluctuating, and he used an escape method that consumed essence and blood energy, and his body was full of blood, and he galloped away.

A harsh buzzing sound suddenly sounded in his ears, and two gashes were opened on his cheek. Before Yuan Hudu could react in horror, he felt his heart was empty.

He lowered his head and saw that there was only a big hole between his heart and lungs. Only then did he hear the sound of the shield being shattered. The khaki spiritual shield had flown out and sunk deeply into the cliff.

Yuan Hudu almost closed his breath, his eyes stared straight at the sky, and blood froth spewed out from his mouth.

His tenacity saved his life, he firmly stabilized the cultivation in his body, and the immortal base "Ding Yuanchun", which was revitalized and maintained the body, was running rapidly, hanging his life.

He took out a jade box in his hand, crushed it suddenly, took out the full spirit flower in it, and swallowed it hastily, a blush appeared on his face, and he hanged his life.

He raised his breath quickly, but the magic wind under his feet had been smashed to pieces by the tyrannical golden energy. He couldn't use mana to control the magic wind at all, and he took out a round thing from the storage bag.

This spiritual creature was vermilion in color, like flesh but not flesh, like earth and not earth, but it kept moving, Yuan Hudu stuffed it into the big hole between the heart and lungs, and only then did he have the energy to ride the wind.

But he was dizzy, he only felt strands of golden qi lingering in his body, the wind on the soles of his feet rose and gathered, gathered and scattered, stopped for a while in the air, broke an unknown number of trees, and then landed on the ground with a plop. on the ground.

This fall knocked down many trees and startled a group of birds and beasts, so he had to pause in the air for two more times in order not to fall too badly.

But he was seriously injured, although such a fall would not kill him, but he passed out in a coma, and then the spirit shield flew out from the mountain and landed beside him with a jingle.

The crowd stopped back and forth, falling one by one, surrounded by Yuan Hudu, they were too terrified to speak, only felt that this person's breath was weak, before they had time to take a closer look, a gray mist had already entered the crowd and quickly turned into a human form , picked up Yuan Hudu who was on the ground, and disappeared.

This gray mist is naturally the monster that protects the master of the Yuan family. It has not forgotten to roll up the spiritual shield on the ground and rub the blood on the sand clean to prevent it from falling into the hands of others and quickly disappearing into the horizon.

The cultivators could only look at each other and retreat. One of them glanced left and right and sighed:

"The power of an arrow is so powerful!"

The people around him nodded empathetically and replied:
"I never thought that after Li Chijing disappeared, there would still be such a person in the Li family! He bullied the orphan..."

"Looking at this guy who is barely alive, why can't I kill him? I just spared his life out of love!"

……

Qingdu Mountain.

"Chen Yang...Chen Mufeng..."

Li Xijun was sitting at the table, explaining the previous matter in detail, and there were two old people sitting in front of him.

The head old man was wearing a Taoist robe with wide sleeves. He listened carefully, with a very gentle expression on his face. He was at the ninth level of qi training. The other one had one arm.

"The two clan elders, that's what happened."

After Li Xijun finished speaking one by one, the old man in a Taoist robe with wide sleeves sighed and nodded, and replied:
"I understand."

This person was Chen Donghe, time passed by like flowing water, he wasted more than ten years in Qi training, this old man was diligent and diligent, he had no other hobbies except occasionally going to sit on Xiping Mountain.

As for the other person, he is the oldest elder of the Li family, named Li Qiuyang. He was injured in the market and burned by fire. He tried his best to save him. Now his beard and hair are withered, his eyes are dim, and he can hardly move. .

But the old man still nodded and replied:
"I'll go to Chen's house soon!"

One of these two people is Chen Mufeng's master, and the other is the ancestor of the Chen family. Li Xijun naturally trusted him and said softly:

"Just mentioning it, don't take it too seriously."

Li Xijun watched the two go down, and then sat back on the high seat. Li Yuexiang beside him blinked and said softly:
"Brother takes great care of you."

Li Chengliao also stood sideways, as if he had something to report, but he didn't find a chance to speak. Li Xijun sighed:

"I see that boy's eyes are unwilling to admit defeat. Although the Crown Prince can convince him...but I can't just let these housekeepers go. Naturally, I need to tie up a few more chains to feel at ease."

"Cheng Ming Zhou Xing's talent is not very high. Perhaps it was taken over by Zhou Wei alone. It will be difficult for him to support himself alone. If Chen Yang uses it well, he can be as powerful as dozens of people."

Li Yuexiang nodded slightly, but before he said anything, Li Xijun thought about it carefully and solemnly asked the two of them to come over:

"Yuexiang, Chengliao, listen carefully."

Li Yuexiang quickly paid attention, Li Chengliao also looked over seriously, and then Li Xijun said softly:
"Looking at the generations of people in power in my family who died violently, were cursed, and stabbed to death, how many of them retired after their achievements? Even the homes of ordinary people in the town would not have such sudden deaths from generation to generation. If you sit on Qingdu and Zhongdian, you will have the thought of death."

"When I'm doing business in Qingdu, and when Cheng Liao is running the family in Lijing, I have to be on guard against the slightest hint of corruption. But if it's time to exchange my son for my son..."

Li Xijun paused and said softly:

"Don't be stingy with your life, but plan for a hundred years first."

The two nodded, Li Xijun put away the wooden slips in his hands, Li Chengliao stepped forward, and said respectfully:
"Eighth uncle, ancestor Xuanfeng showed up at the Song family's wedding, saying that he wanted to settle all the grievances between the two families!"

"The old ancestor only shot one arrow, and nearly killed Yuan Hu alone. He only managed to hang his life with my family's [Wanling Flower], and was rescued by the Yuan family!"

Li Xijun raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, he knew that Li Xuanfeng would definitely go to intimidate him, he never thought that it would be so fierce, and said softly to Li Yuexiang who was at the side:

"Little sister, my ancestor vented his anger on your behalf!"