Tu Dong was dressed in black, with a huge iron sword slung on his back, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, black hair and black beard, and he looked quite handsome.

However, between his brows, there was a lingering arrogance, a arrogant look as if all his peers were defeated.

Yan Lan cupped her hands and said, "Brother, what can you ask of us?"

Yan Lan naturally knew the purpose of Tu Dong's coming, so he asked this question on purpose. After all, this Tu Dong didn't know how to promote himself. Although his cultivation level was high and his talent was good, he acted impulsively and arrogantly, making it difficult for him to stand up to the Jianhua Sect.

Tu Dong turned around and looked at Yan Lan with cold eyes. The coldness in his eyes was different from the cold emotions of the other provocateurs. He had practiced the Ice Sword Art, so his eyes were cold.

Of course, coupled with some dislike of Yan Lan, this chill naturally became deeper.

Tu Dong glanced at the nine Yan Lan people, and finally focused on Yan Lan, saying in a cold voice: "I beg you for help? Huh, my majestic Jianhua Sect is so powerful that it is thousands of miles away, why should I ask for help from you! Yan Lan,

Draw your sword. Three moves. Regardless of victory or defeat, I will no longer be entangled."

Yan Lan smiled and said: "You should save your energy to deal with the Bai [ding_dian] novel sect, we are not the ones you should attack."

When Tu Dong saw Yan Lan's casual look, his dissatisfaction became even stronger. He couldn't express his dissatisfaction with Yan Lan for exchanging Qiling Pill for Jianhua Sect's resources, let alone the dissatisfaction caused by Tang Qi always watching Yan Lan.

Yue gritted his teeth and said: "I, Tu Dong, have been practicing for decades and have never met an opponent among my peers. Today, you have to draw your sword."

After saying this, there was a "crack" sound, and the huge iron sword behind Tu Dong was unsheathed.

Yan Lan's eyes narrowed. She saw that the iron sword was nearly the height of a person and wider than the palm of a hand. Although it was not as heavy as the countless Buddha's stipulations behind Wu Se, it was thicker than most magic swords.

Above the iron sword, a cold air lingered, causing the temperature within a thousand feet to suddenly drop.

"Senior Brother Tu, they are distinguished guests of our sect. They have also saved the lives of Elder Hua Chong and several senior brothers. They also revived my master. You must not retaliate for kindness."

When Yan Lan heard the sound, he saw Tang Qi coming at full speed. His voice was full of anger.

Tang Qi is the deputy disciple of the sect leader, and Tu Dong is the direct disciple of the sect leader.

Tu Dong glanced at Tang Qi, hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and said: "Junior sister Tang, leave quickly. It is a normal way for a cultivator to make friends with martial arts."

Later, Tu Dong continued to say in his heart: "Hmph, you women are so talkative about matters between men."

Tang Qi fell awkwardly between Yan Lan and Tu Dong. He glanced at Yan Lan meaningfully, then turned to Tu Dong and said: "Senior Brother Tu, even if we use martial arts to make friends, this is not the time. Besides, they are the benefactors of our sect.

.No blasphemy allowed.”

Tu Dong noticed something strange in Tang Qi's eyes, frowned, and said: "The majesty of our sect cannot be trampled even by a benefactor. Today, Yan Lan and I have made a three-move agreement. Junior Sister Tang, please get out of the way as soon as possible."

, lest the situation becomes difficult to control."

At this moment, Hua Chong and Hua Feng were standing in the distance, their figures hidden.

Hua Chong shook his head helplessly. He was very grateful to Yan Lan and was extremely reluctant to test Yan Lan's strength in this way.

Hua Feng looked at him from afar without much expression on his face.

Several other disciples were ordered not to leave the sect, so they had to spread their spiritual consciousness and check from a distance.

As for the three elders of the inner sect, they are always observing all movements.

Yan Lan knew that a battle was inevitable, and shook his head slightly. At this time, he heard Hua Chong's message: "Brother Yan, just compete with Tu Dong in three moves. Tu Dong has such a temperament, he is arrogant, but

, he never uses underhanded tactics. With your strength, three moves shouldn't consume too much."

Yan Lan smiled silently, cupped her hands and said, "Since fellow Taoist Tu Dong is so persistent, it would be disrespectful for me to reject him."

At this time, Bei Feng walked up to Yan Lan and said respectfully: "Junior Brother Yan, I am a swordsman. In this battle, I will fight on behalf of Junior Brother. How about that?"

Tu Dong was slightly surprised when he saw that Bei Feng, as his senior brother, was so respectful to Yan Lan, and immediately said: "Fellow Taoist, this is a competition between Yan Lan and I. You must not interfere. Besides, your cultivation level

Those who are far inferior to me are not my opponents."

At this moment, not only Tu Dong, but also the three inner sect elders were a little surprised. There is only one explanation for the respect that the senior brother has for his junior brother. Yan Lan's strength is far superior to that of Bei Feng.

"Yeah?"

Bei Feng's expression was stern, and a sword intent immediately shot towards Tu Dong.

However, Bei Feng did not want to make a sneak attack. This sword intention was sent out clearly, and before it was sent out, it also caused fluctuations in the sword intention, and everyone around him could feel this fluctuation.

"The worm shakes the tree!"

Tu Dong snorted disdainfully, and an icy sword intent burst out, immediately colliding with Bei Feng's sword intent.

"Buzz!"

There was no sound as the swords collided, but everyone's souls could clearly feel a powerful momentum.

Everyone present gathered their soul power to resist the wave of sword intent. The strong remaining power frightened Xichen and the others.

If the remaining power is like this, the main power will be even greater.

"Well..."

Tu Dong and Bei Feng each snorted coldly and took three steps backward.

Bei Feng was slightly surprised. Although his sword intention was clearly developed, it still used 40% of his strength. Tu Dong's sword intention was actually comparable to it.

Because Bei Feng has always been proud of his sword intent, and this is his strongest weapon.

However, at this moment, Tu Dong was even more surprised. Sword intent was also a secret skill that he was proud of. His cultivation level was much higher than that of Bei Feng. However, in that moment of sword intent competition, Bei Feng did not fall behind at all.

wind.

Thousands of feet away, Hua Feng stroked his beard and said: "Little brother Yan, there are indeed people hiding behind dragons and crouching tigers. This boy's swordsmanship is not inferior to that of Tu Dong."

In the main hall, the inner sect's great elder Hua Mu's eyes flickered, and he said leisurely: "Interesting, this boy is also a prodigy in swordsmanship. Unfortunately, his cultivation is a bit weak, so he is no match for Tu Dong."

Yan Lan saw the smell of gunpowder getting stronger between Tu Dong and Bei Feng. He waved his hand and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Bei Feng, this fellow Taoist is here to find me, so please save your sharpness for the time being."

Then, Yan Lan turned to Tu Dong and said: "Fellow Taoist Tu, that move just now was a draw, and this move can be regarded as one of the three moves. Next, I will do it myself as you wish. Also,

Two moves, you can use them to your heart’s content.”

Tu Dong immediately looked solemn, stood proudly with his sword, and said: "Junior sister Tang, go thousands of feet away. Yan Lan, ask your friends to wait thousands of feet away. I don't want to affect innocent people."

Xichen curled his lips and said: "Someone is really arrogant. Well, since someone wants to embarrass someone, let's just run a little further away and watch him carefully."

Afterwards, everyone walked thousands of feet away.

Thousands of feet high in the sky, only Yan Lan and Tu Dong were left.

Yan Lan looked at Tu Dong, frowned slightly, turned his palm downward, casually broke a branch as thick as an arm, and whittled the wood into a sword.
Chapter completed!