Yan She's dark figure appeared in Xuanwu Mountain at some point. In his hands, there was the beautiful face of the Thirteen-year-old priest, who was over thirty years old but still had a charm. Zhang Xuanling's Taoist partner Xu Huan.

"You are from Xuanming Sect." Zhang Xuanling clenched his fists and looked at him with his eyes tightly. After discovering that his Taoist partner had acupuncture and grabbed it in his hand, the anger in his eyebrows became even more resounding, "Let her go."

Li Siyuan didn't expect that he had a mantis stalking cicadas, and there was an oriole behind him, which was a little wrong for a moment.

Yan She smiled at Xu Huan's cheeks on his fingertips and said, "My real person Xu Huan is really pretty. Brother Zhang is blessed. I hope you can cherish it." Although he smiled, his tone was full of coldness.

Zhang Xuanling said with a gloomy face: "The Xuanming Sect is indeed a group of despicable and shameless villains, let her go!"

Yan She smiled and said, "Since you know the style of our Xuanming Sect, don't say naive and stupid words. Also, I advise you not to act rashly. I am a very senior bad guy. I am not good at anything else. I am so familiar with killing, setting fires, and extortion."

"I want you to die!" Zhang Xuanling's eyes seemed to be about to spit out fire, and lightning was flying on his body.

Just when he was almost out of control, Yan She's dark figure came behind him like a ghost.

"Five Thunders are correct!" Zhang Xuanling roared, and the lightning surging on his body, and thousands of electric arcs gathered into a dragon, condensed between his five fingers, and rushed backwards.

Thunder is one of the most terrifying forces in the universe. It has long been regarded as a manifestation of the will of heaven and has unparalleled destructive power.

But Zhang Xuanling is only at the peak of the Great Heavenly Status. Compared with Yan Shi, who has opened three divine veins in recent years, the gap is like a natural barrier.

The dragon of thunder covered Yan Shezhou, without causing any sensation, and it was like a muddy cow entering the sea.

"Are you only at this level?" Yan She brushed her robe and flipped her palms lightly, carelessly, but it contained the sharpness of gold, the surging water, and the continuous wood, which was unparalleled.

What he opened in the past two years was the Muzhijumang Divine Vein. The pulse point about this divine Vein was still derived from the Wudang Sect in the previous world.

That time he collected the inheritance of all sects, but only found two complete divine meridian points. Others were also available, but they were all incomplete and there were duplicates.

The Jumang Divine Vein originated from Wudang is one of them, and the other is from a less famous sect.

A palm brushed by.

Zhang Xuanling staggered to the ground, his Taoist robe was stained with blood, and a clear palm print sunk out of his chest, which was only half an inch away from his heart.

"You should be glad that you still have value, otherwise you are already a dead person now."

Yan She glanced at him sideways, waved her sleeves, and Xu Huan was thrown beside him: "To deal with you, I don't need to threaten her at all."

"Damn it!" Looking at the Taoist couple lying down beside him, Zhang Xuanling struggled to stand up, held Xu Huan, and stared at Yan She with an angry look.

The situation turned sharply, and Li Siyuan's expression changed wildly. He knew Zhang Xuanling's martial arts. He was only one step away from the Shenxiao position. At this moment, he was not the enemy of this man.

"Not good, he just said that he also wanted to do the most holy Qiankun master..." Li Siyuan panicked, hugged the boy in his arms, turned his head down the mountain.

"Where do you want to go?" Yan She's dark figure appeared at the intersection of the mountain at some point, as if a towering mountain was blocking the road ahead.

Li Siyuan said with a serious expression: "I have no grudges and no grudges with you, why should you make things difficult for me?"

"Zhang Xuanling has no grudge against you, why do you make things difficult for him?" Yan She looked at him with a smile.

Li Siyuan said with a gloomy face: "You can tell that I am the adopted son of King Li Keyong of Jin, the Holy Lord of Tongwenguan, and the successor of the Confucian sages."

"I just need to know a little. Your martial arts are not as good as mine." Yan She suddenly raised his palm and gently pressed it down. The invisible energy shocked a hundred feet in a circle, covering Li Siyuan.

"Damn it! Li Siyuan roared, threw the young man away, flipped his palms, and the true energy of the Confucian clan filled with righteousness poured out, surging.

boom!

Two powerful energy collided on the cliff, and the surrounding rocks collapsed instantly, and many flowers and plants withered, and the clouds covering the top of the mountain collapsed.

"Puff!" Li Siyuan's face turned pale and retreated more than ten feet, and then he stabilized his body on the edge of the cliff. He felt the fatal murderous intent. He suddenly shouted: "Brother, wait, I am willing to hand over the Supreme Saint Qiankun Gong."

Yan She stopped the second palm that was about to be shot and smiled lightly: "Yes, those who know the current affairs are heroes."

Li Siyuan smiled bitterly and said, "With your martial arts, you should be the most holy Qiankun skill because you know that it has an incredible effect with the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Art."

As he said that, he silently memorized the mantras and mental methods of the Supreme Saint Qiankun Gong. Yan She was not afraid of him to do anything. As soon as this illiterate person does not have the talent of Huang Rong, he could see that the mantras would change if he modified it.

Secondly, Li Siyuan was a smart person who knew how to tolerate, otherwise he would not have survived Li Keyong and Li Cunxu in history and became the lords of the Later Tang Dynasty.

People like him will not bet on their own lives.

What's more, with Yan She's insight, if there is any problem, you can see it at a glance.

After recording the Holy Qiankun Mastery, he looked at Zhang Xuanling on the side: "Master Zhang Tian, ​​I hope you have seen the situation clearly and handed over the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Art obediently. Then your family of three will still have a chance."

Zhang Xuanling remained silent and looked at him with anger.

Yan She looked at the boy who was left behind by Li Siyuan and sighed: "It seems that you still don't know how to make choices, so I have to let Master Zhang be defeated."

"Wait!" Zhang Xuanling gritted his teeth and shouted, "I can hand over the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Art, but you must guarantee that we can let go?"

Yan She smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have always kept my word."

Zhang Xuanling was skeptical, but he knew that he had no other choice, so he demonstrated the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Skill on the spot.

Seeing this scene, Li Siyuan immediately turned his head, without looking at it or listening to a word.

Although this is something he has been trying to seize for many years, he knows more clearly what should be seen and what should not be seen. Compared with his own life, nothing is important.

Even Yan She praised this decisiveness.

After recording the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Skills, Yan She's face suddenly became cold: "Zhang Xuanling, what do you seem to have missed? What is the general outline of the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Skills?"

Zhang Xuanling and his wife changed their expressions and wanted to explain.

But Yan She came to kill with one punch.

"The price of cheating me is very expensive, and you can't afford it."

The breath of death enveloped the two of them.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on Xuanwu Mountain, blocking Yan She: "A disciple, can you give me a face?"

Yan She held her fist and looked at the pretty woman in blue in front of her calmly: "Master, you have been watching in secret for so long, and finally you are willing to come out to see your disciple."
Chapter completed!