"Who?"

"Who dares to insult my reputation as Quanzhen Sect when speaking!"

Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing suddenly changed color and slapped the table and shouted angrily, turning their heads to look in the direction of the sound. At the same time, their hands were also touching the long sword that was on their waists, and they were very likely to draw the sword and try to go in as soon as they were disagreeable.

At this time, Quanzhen Sect was the largest sect in the right way, and the founder of the sect was the best master in the world. Although he was deceased, Yu Yin was still there. The seven sons of Quanzhen, who are in charge of the sect, are all first-class masters in the world, and the sect is in full swing, so the disciples in the sect also have an indescribable arrogance. Yin and Zhao are elites among the three generations of disciples, and even more arrogant. At this time, when someone said that not only looked down on them, but also disrespectful to Quanzhen Sect, he was very angry.

The two of them slapped the table, but they were shocked by the others who were dining in the tavern, especially Yin Zhao Erdao's eyes, and the diners shrank and did not dare to touch their eyes, for fear of causing misunderstandings between the two.

Although this place is located at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain and the martial arts trend is prevalent, there are still more ordinary people. Take the diners in this tavern as an example. Among the more than a dozen people who were having dinner on the second floor, only Yin Zhao Erdao and Ling Muyun were the only ones who practiced martial arts. Most of the remaining people were ordinary people living nearby, so they dare not intervene in this kind of conflict in the world.

However, the retreat of diners around him showed Ling Muyun, who was calm and composed in food and drink. Yin Zhao and his eyes lit up, and they immediately understood that the words before were probably this sword-matching boy who looked two or three years younger than them.

Zhao Zhijing asked Ling Muyun coldly, "Boy, did you say what you said just now?"

"I said it, why, do you have any objections?" Ling Muyun put down the chopsticks in his hand, glanced at Zhao Zhijing indifferently, and said calmly.

What he said before was to be provocative, and wanted to find an excuse to deal with Yin and Zhao. At this time, the matter would naturally not retreat at all. Otherwise, would he have to stand up for them if the six monsters in Jiangnan were not related to him?

After hearing Ling Muyun's answer, Yin Zhiping's handsome face was covered with frost: "My friend, are you slandering my reputation as Quanzhen Sect in public? Isn't it too much?"

"Slander your reputation as Quanzhen Sect? It's such a big hat." Ling Muyun smiled coldly and said, "You Quanzhen Sect have many people, who dares to slander? I am just a straightforward person and can't help but tell the truth. Why, don't you even let someone tell the truth?"

"Junior Brother Yin, I think this kid is probably an evil demon heretic with ill-hearted hearts. There is no need to talk nonsense to him anymore, just take him down first!"

Compared to Yin Zhiping, Zhao Zhijing was much more ruthless and straightforward. Without saying a few words, he first put a big hat of an evil heretic on Ling Muyun's head. With a "clang" sound, he drew his sword in his hand, regardless of whether it would hurt the innocent diners in the tavern. He flew up directly on his feet and passed the two tables separated by each other. The long sword in his hand drew a cold light in the air and stabbed towards Ling Muyun's throat.

"Chorus-"

A louder sword roar sounded in the tavern. A shiny light flashed in Ling Muyun's eyes, and the long sword on his waist was instantly unsheathed, like a dazzling lightning. In an instant, it met the long sword stabbed out by Zhao Zhijing, and accurately hit the middle of the most untouched sword blade.

The crisp metal impact sounded like a spring thunder. Ling Muyun's body suddenly shook and the chair slid back two feet, his face turned slightly red, and then he returned to normal. Zhao Zhijing, who was flying towards him, fell out of balance and fell on an empty dining table, smashing a large table into pieces, and was so embarrassed.

"I'm fighting, run away!"

Because the incident happened too quickly, the diners in the tavern did not respond for a moment. It was not until the two sides fought and Zhao Zhijing fell in a mess. The diners then realized that the taste was over. They were suddenly panicked and they didn't have time to eat. They fled one after another. For a moment, the tables and chairs were scattered and rushed downstairs in a mess.

"Senior Brother Zhao, are you okay?"

Yin Zhiping jumped to Zhao Zhijing and asked with concern, but did not bend down to support Zhao Zhijing, but drew out his long sword and looked at Ling Muyun with a vigilant look. Although Yin Zhiping is not old, he had already started walking in the world two or three years ago. He has certain experience in the world and knows the point of facing the enemy. Although he is worried about Zhao Zhijing, he dare not help, so as not to give Ling Muyun an opportunity to take advantage of it.

However, Ling Muyun did not intend to pursue the victory. He stood up from the chair, looked at Yin Zhao and the others, and sneered: "There is no need to be so nervous. It is inconvenient to do something here. I'll go downstairs to wait for you."

After saying that, without waiting for Yin Zhao and the others to respond, they jumped down from the window beside the table, landing on the long street like a big bird.

"Junior Brother Yin, I'm fine. Go and chase me quickly. Never let this evil thief run away!"

Zhao Zhijing was just a little injured. His injuries were not serious. He had a temporary pain in his back. In addition, Yin Zhiping had already come to him to protect him, so he did not get up from the ground immediately. But when he saw Ling Muyun jumping out of the building, Zhao Zhijing became anxious, fearing that Ling Muyun would run away, he could not find anyone to take revenge, so he quickly stood up and urged Yin Zhiping.

"Senior Brother Zhao, it's fine, then I'll chase him first, be careful with senior brother." Yin Zhiping was relieved when he heard Zhao Zhijing say he was fine, and was worried that Ling Muyun would escape, so he gave Zhao Zhijing a message, and then jumped straight to the window.

As soon as he jumped out of the window, Yin Zhiping saw someone standing quietly on the long street. It was Ling Muyun who had jumped out of the building before. Seeing that Ling Muyun was indeed trustworthy and did not escape, he felt relieved and no longer so anxious. He followed the light skills taught by the master to lift his breath and lightly landed on the ground like a geese falling from the beach.

Ling Muyun looked at Yin Zhiping, who was falling down lightly like a geese, and nodded secretly. He knew that the light skills that Yin Zhiping used should be the Jinyan Gong of Quanzhen Sect. In the original work, Guo Jing had been taught this skill by Ma Yu. After practicing it to the point of great success, he could climb dozens of feet high cliffs, which was an extremely high light skills.

When I looked at the spot, I saw that the Quanzhen martial arts handed down by Wang Chongyang were quite good, but the younger disciples were not worthy, and no one could practice kung fu to or close to his level, and the sect was not in good condition. This led to the Quanzhen Sect's momentum gradually declined and finally ended up with a star-flowing cloud.

After landing, Yin Zhiping raised the sword in his hand and pointed at Ling Muyun, shouting: "Evil thief, you have a reputation as a devil in the Quanzhen Sect first, and hurt me, Senior Brother Zhao, I, will definitely not stop with you. If you know the appearance, you will lose your weapon and surrender. Follow me to the Chongyang Palace to wait for the head sect to fall. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Yin Zhiping said this with confidence. Although he was surprised that Ling Muyun had such martial arts at such a young age, he never thought that the other party's martial arts could surpass him. It was not that Yin Zhiping was confident that his martial arts were stronger than Zhao Zhijing, but because he consciously understood Ling Muyun's background.

Judging from the attack between Zhao Zhijing and Ling Muyun, Ling Muyun's internal strength is not stronger than Zhao Zhijing, and it is even slightly worse. Otherwise, he would not have been shocked by the attack and slid back several feet with his chair. It was just because Zhao Zhijing underestimated the enemy and flew into the air and attacked, so Ling Muyun took advantage. In terms of actual skills, Ling Muyun might not be able to win.

Although he and Zhao Zhijing usually compete with each other, he knew that Zhao Zhijing was competitive and narrow-minded, so he left some room for competition. He thought that if he fought for life and death, he would still have a greater chance of winning. Because of this, although he knew that Ling Muyun's martial arts skills were good, Yin Zhiping still had full confidence.

Ling Muyun didn't know what Yin Zhiping was thinking, otherwise he would have ridiculed him for overestimating his abilities. Ling Muyun's weakest in his body of kung fu is internal strength. Although the internal strength and mental technique he practiced is from the Nine Yin Scriptures, which is known as the general principles of martial arts in the world, the days are still short, and internal strength requires the most time to accumulate slowly, and there are few shortcuts to take. Therefore, although Ling Muyun has been practicing hard every day in the past six months, his internal strength has a small foundation. He is at a third-rate level in the world. Compared with Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing, who have practiced Xuanmen's internal skills for many years, he is still at a slight loss.

But if it is based on this, it would be a big mistake to judge that his martial arts is of the third level. Although his internal skills are only average because of the short time of practice, his external skills are quite good, especially his set of Eighty-One Evil-Destroying God Swords are extremely skillful.

In the world of Sword and Proud, Lin Pingzhi did not make much internal strength after practicing the Evil-Breaking Sword Technique, which is at the level of four or five, but he could easily defeat Yu Canghai, a first-class master. This shows how powerful the Evil-Breaking Sword Technique was.

Ling Muyun's eighty-one evil-proof sword was improved from the evil-proof sword technique. Although it lacked the evil-proof sword technique, its power was similar. Therefore, even a master with one or two levels higher than him in internal strength could not get any advantage when facing him, let alone Yin Zhiping, whose internal strength was only slightly stronger than him.

Ling Muyun put the sword in front of his chest and sneered: "Stop talking nonsense. If you want me to follow you to the Chongyang Palace, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

"Since that's the case, let you see the power of my Quanzhen sword technique!" Yin Zhiping immediately shouted coldly, suddenly radiated his body forward, handed the long sword in his hand forward, and a cold light stabbed towards Ling Muyun.
Chapter completed!