The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

　　 Liangyan meridians were sealed, and lying on the ground was helpless. But the old man no longer looked at him, but rushed directly in front of Li Xiaosong, raising his right foot and hitting her with a kick.

boom!

　　 Li Komatsu was kicked into the air by the old man like a ball. She danced in midair and greeted the old man's eighteenth generation ancestors.

　　 But this can't change the fact that she was kicked as a ball.

　　 The ball traversed an arc in mid-air, and finally landed on the alley wall and bounced again. The figure flashed on the side of the ball, and the short-haired old man arrived again, kicking Li Xiaosong's belly again.

　　 "Are you coming? You...er...um..."

　　 Li Komatsu was kicked so fast that he spun in mid-air, so that the words behind him became vague.

　　 bang bang bang!

　　 Li Komatsu, the ball turned faster and faster, was kicked bounce between the narrow alley walls, and every time the strength was running out, the old man with short hair would appear in time to make up for her.

　　 Liang Yan was lying on the ground. He was already dumbfounded. It was the first time he saw him. There was actually a way to beat people like a ball!

　　 When the old man kicked a cup of tea, he suddenly stopped playing and laughed.

　　 "Not bad! Not bad! Really not bad!"

　　 He said three times in succession, and his eyes were filled with satisfaction. Then, with a move with his right hand, he took a stone from the ground and flicked it straight at Liang Yan.

boom!

　　 Liang Yan was hit by a stone, and a huge force spread all over his body. But this huge force did not cause any damage to his body, but instead broke through the obstacles in his body meridians, allowing his spiritual power to circulate again.

　　 Liang Yan's supernatural powers recovered, he jumped up from the ground, just about to say something, but saw the old man's toe point, jumped over the alley wall, and disappeared in a flash.

　　 "This man has great magical powers. It is really easy to kill us, but if he acts like this, I don't know what his heart is." Liang Yan secretly said in his heart.

　　 He turned his head and saw Li Xiaosong was still like a ball, bouncing between the walls.

　　 Liang Yan deliberately stopped it, but only when he was close to the range of three feet, he felt a wave of invisible energy rushing around Li Xiaosong, and he couldn't take a step forward.

　　 "How could this be..." Liang Yan murmured in disbelief, and then he could only sigh helplessly, and stood there and waited.

　　 Without the kick of the short-haired old man, Li Xiaosong's "ball" spins slower and slower, and the frequency of the impact between the walls is also getting lower.

　　 After another tea time, with the wailing of Li Xiaosong rolling to the ground, the "ball" finally stopped.

　　 "How are you?" Liang Yan stepped forward and asked.

　　 In his heart, let alone Li Xiaosong, a monk who only practiced Qi at the third level, even if he was kicked around by such an unfathomable power, he would probably lose his skin if he didn't die.

　　 However, Li Xiaosong sat on the ground, but he didn't seem to have any pain, but his eyes were staring at Venus, and he looked a little dizzy.

　　 She stretched out her two pink little hands suddenly, bowed left and right on her little cheek, "Papa!" slapped a dozen times in a row.

Wow!

　　 After this meal, Li Xiaosong suddenly exhaled a thick black gas from his mouth, then raised his head, and looked around blankly with a pair of big eyes.

　　 After a while, her eyes focused on Liang Yan's body.

　　 "Are you okay? What's uncomfortable?" Liang Yan asked with some uncertainty, seeing what it looked like.

　　 "Me? I'm fine! Where was the old man just now?" Li Xiaosong suddenly asked.

　　 Liang Yan was taken aback by her question, and subconsciously pointed to the east wall:

　　 "Go in this direction."

　　 "Wow! Thanks!" Li Xiaosong got up from the ground, patted his **** and was about to go over the wall.

　　 "Where are you going?" Liang Yan still had some clues about the second monk.

　　 "Go to the old man, I have something, I must ask him face to face!"

　　 Li Komatsu turned over the wall, suddenly seemed to think of something, turned around and threw something towards Liang Yan.

　　 Liang Yan reached out and took it, only to see a piece of brown parchment.

　　 "Sword-raising pill!" Liang Yan was overjoyed.

　　 "Hmph, you are a scumbag who is still talking about loyalty, and they are willing to accompany them into the secret room to rescue me. I will give you this pill!"

　　 "Hehe, thank you Liang, then!" Liang Yan did not decline, but thanked him in a rare hand.

　　 "Thank you!" Li Xiaosong waved his hand very proudly, and said in an old-fashioned manner:

　　 "When you come out and mix, the most important thing is to talk about loyalty!"

　　 Abandoning these words, Li Xiaosong jumped off the wall and left without looking back.

　　 Seeing Li Xiaosong disappear to the top of the wall, Liang Yan stood there and couldn't help thinking.

　　 The series of events tonight really disrupted his original plan. Although this sword-raising pill was obtained, it also offended the Luohe Li family for it.

　　 "In any case, this is not a place to stay for a long time, you have to leave as soon as possible." Liang Yan secretly said in his heart.

　　 "But after all, I participated in the competition under the name of Scenting Fragrant Sect, and now I am bothered by the two rivals of the Blood Blade Sect and the Li Family. I should explain to them so that Scent Scented Sect can take precautions."

　　 Although Liang Yan has a radical personality, he has always been grudges and grudges. Although he knows the dangers in Los Angeles at this time, he still plans to return to Wen Xiangzong to inform Nangong Xiaomei and Li Xiran of the changes tonight, and then find a way to escape out of the city.

　　 He noticed that he had decided, and immediately walked towards the Lingbao Pavilion ~www.ltnovel.com~ At the same time, he silently transported the Heavenly Jewels, and tried his best to restrain his breath.

　　..........

　　 Half an hour later, in the study room of Lingbao Pavilion.

　　 There are three figures standing in front of the dimly swaying candlelight. They are a double ten woman in a red dress, a stunning girl in a black robes, and a teenager in a gray shirt.

　　 At this time, the young man's lips moved slightly, and he was whispering something to the two women in front of him.

　　 "What! You actually cut Li Huan from the blood knife door with a single sword?" Nangong Xiaomei's eyes widened and said in disbelief.

　　 "The matter is over, Liang did not regret it, but worried that the blood knife door and the Li family would be troubled by you at the same time. This is the reminder, and I hope to make preparations early." Liang Yan said unchanged.

　　 "Where is Li Xiaomong?" Nangong Xiaomei asked again.

"After we escaped from the underground casino, we encountered a mysterious old man whose cultivation level was unfathomable. He regarded Li Xiaosong as..." Liang Yan seemed to hesitate, but said truthfully: "Dang The time to kick a cup of tea did not stop."

　　 "What!" Nangong Xiaomei raised her tone in vain, and her eyes, who had always been gentle and elegant, unexpectedly rose in anger.

　　 "Wait! What kind of look does this old man you are talking about?" Li Xiran interrupted the two suddenly and interjected.

　　 "Tall, thin, short hair, scumbag, and a martial arts suit." Liang Yanyan replied concisely.

　　 "It's him!" Li Xiran's eyes lit up when she heard it, and she muttered:

　　 "It can't be wrong..."