Clash Of The Sword Titans

Outside the guest room of a restaurant in the city under the control of Tingfengzong, Feng was guarded vigilantly in front of the door, her pretty face covered with frost. And beside her, Song Xiaoshan brought a chair from somewhere, sat there eating snacks, and sighed: "Senior Sister, you said that we listened to the true story of Fengzong, and we actually fell to the point of being a gatekeeper. What does Sect Master think, these people are really so important?"

Previously Liang Xiao arranged for them to receive several mysterious women, and after they were placed there, they were also responsible for protecting their safety. Originally, Song Xiaoshan and Fengling only regarded this as an ordinary task. As a result, until now, they have not even seen the person who is responsible for the protection. Strictly speaking, they are just here to guard the door.

Song Xiaoshan was okay. He had a good temper, and he didn't really watch the door peacefully. He should eat and play, without any delay. There is actually only one person who stays here stubbornly.

So when Song Xiaoshan’s complaint was heard, Feng Ling’s eyebrows were erected, and she said solemnly: “Where is the task given by the sect, where is there for you to choose? Let alone guarding the door, even if you want to die, you can’t. Frown!"

Song Xiaoshan was frightened by Feng Ling's words, a dried fruit fell to the ground, and a crisp click made him regain his senses, and smiled bitterly: "Senior Sister, here are the two of us. There is no need to say such loyal words, right? Besides, if the sect asks me to die, I can always frown, right?"

"You fellow, all day long besides eating and playing, this is a task ordered by the Sect Master himself, their identities..."

When Feng Ling said this, she suddenly remembered that the two of them were standing in front of someone else's door, so she lowered her voice and said, "The identities of these women must be extraordinary."

"How extraordinary is it?"

Song Xiaoshan was immediately aroused by these words, his thoughts diverged, and he was shocked: "Could it be that there are family members of the sovereign in this?"

After saying this, Song Xiaoshan immediately followed this line of thought and continued to chatter: "I see that the girl in the skirt is beautiful, now that I think about it carefully, her eyebrows are also very similar to those of the Sect Master. She might not belong to the Sect Master. Daughter, right?"

Feng Ling's expression changed, and she was about to scold him, but Song Xiaoshan shook his head and said, "No, right, that girl is too beautiful, and the lord can't give birth to such a beautiful daughter. Then...Is it that short girl? She was born. Just like porcelain dolls, they are as cute as they are, and they are suitable for their age."

"To shut up!"

Feng Ling quickly slapped Song Xiaoshan's head and scolded: "You don't want to die? Sect...you dare to talk nonsense about the sovereign?"

Song Xiaoshan clutched his head and said grievedly: "If it's not for family members, why did the Sect Master arrange the two of us to protect them so carefully?"

"Even if it's really..."

Feng Ling paused, and his voice was extremely low: "Even if you are really the family member of the lord, you can't say it so blatantly, you want to die, don't take me with you!"

Although it is to stop Song Xiaoshan’s nonsense, Feng Ling obviously feels a bit weird. If there is nothing to do, the lord will not be so vigilant, only inform them two, and they must protect these women. Security.

You can't think deeply about this kind of thing, otherwise you can always find some clues if you think about it a little bit.

But Feng Ling didn't think they had anything to do with the suzerain.

If it really matters, with Liang Xiao's character, he would have been open to Tingfengzong a long time ago, instead of arranging someone to protect him in secret.

What's more, when Feng Ling had a brief contact with them, she realized that at least two of them were a great threat to her. Coupled with the exaggerated and terrifying ferocious beast, Feng Ling guessed that their origins should be not small.

Song Xiaoshan was also very clear about this. What he said just now was just making people feel bored.

"Hey, I don't know how long we are going to stay here? And they are too vigilant. There is still an atmosphere of formation in the door, and it feels like they are guarding someone."

Song Xiaoshan sighed, "Recently, the religious affairs have caused panic. Maybe they are from a big family?"

Feng Ling also fell silent immediately.

As disciples of Tingfengzong's true biography, it is impossible for them to be unaware of the things of the gods.

Even if Listening to Fengzong does not join the religious sect, he consciously controls the news about the religious sect to his disciples, but even so, there are too many ways to get news at the level of true disciples. Once you notice the clues , Many things are not secret to them.

Therefore, Feng Ling and Song Xiaoshan both know about the cult that has gradually surfaced recently. They know that this cult is extremely attractive to powerful warriors. Today, many aristocratic families in Linzhou have joined it. In other words At present, the religion of God basically controls Linzhou. Although the cult has not taken action against Tingfengzong, the current weird atmosphere still makes Fengling and Song Xiaoshan feel a bit of pressure.

"There is no need to think about it, even if the gods really control Linzhou, we hear that Fengzong is located at the border of Linzhou, and it also occupies the center of business."

"Even if the gods have a covetous heart for Tingfengzong, it can only be cooperation, and will not use any means. After all, Tingfengzong is a sect, a sect warrior, and he is born to fight! We must make a noise that everyone knows, otherwise we will never dare to attack us!"

In the end, Feng Ling's momentum has also improved a lot, but she has strong confidence in Ting Feng Zong.

And her self-confidence even infected Song Xiaoshan.

Song Shanshan looked in admiration and said: "Sister, you are too awkward to be a true disciple. I think that if you are sent to sit in town when you recruit disciples in the future, you will definitely be able to flicker back to many people. Then, let's listen to Fengzong. the first……"

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Ling's slap had once again landed on his head.

With a slap, Song Xiaoshan's head was tilted.

For the immortal martial artist, it doesn't hurt or itchy at all, it's just a bit embarrassing at best. However, Song Xiaoshan's brain circuit itself is different from normal people. Instead of feeling ashamed, he rubbed his hair cheerfully.

But at this moment, a clap of applause came from the side. Song Xiaoshan, who was originally arrogant, stared, and Feng Ling pulled out the long sword he was carrying with him. Xing’s eyes widened, and he looked at the place where the sound was coming from. The stairs of the restaurant.

"get out!"

With Feng Ling's sword intent, there seemed to be a sharp sword wind blowing through the aisle, and the ornaments on the two rows of walls were lifted, making clanking noises.

The reason why she was so nervous was because Liang Xiao had already packaged all the restaurant floor before, and had previously specifically ordered that if the woman in the room did not ask for it, she should not be disturbed by anyone.

And some good hands listening to Fengzong have been placed nearby. Anyone who wants to get on this floor will send a warning signal in advance.

However, this round of applause was too weird, and those disciples who listened to the Wind Sect were unaware of it, which only showed that the opponent's strength should be very strong, at least it is also an immortal master.

"How long hasn't seen you, even I don't recognize it?"

At the corner of the aisle, a young man turned out with a smile full of smiles: "You said that just now, and even I felt enthusiastic about it."

Seeing this undue beating face, Feng Ling tickled her teeth with hatred, "What are you doing?"

This boy is Lu Li.

Hearing Feng Ling's question, Lu Li shrugged, "Of course I came to pick up people."

As he said, he pointed to the door behind Feng Ling and said, "I asked Sect Master Liang to protect them, but I didn't expect that he would send you to do this."

"What are you talking about?" Feng Ling was startled at first, but then vigilantly said: "How do I know that you are not the killer sent to kill them?"

Song Xiaoshan also stood up when he heard the words, his expression was rather solemn.

He had seen how Lu Li'beaten' the actor with his own eyes. He knew that this man and animals were harmless when he laughed. He was probably younger than himself. Once he started his hands, he could burst out extremely terrifying power.

To be honest, even if he went with Feng Ling, he felt that the probability of winning Lu Li would not exceed 20%.

But even if the odds of winning were slim, he had to take out his sword.

Because just as Feng Ling said, they are Zongmen martial artists.

Zongmen martial artist, born to fight!

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