Chapter 323: Son? One hit (first more!)

Chapter 323 The Son? One hit (first more!)
Several female disciples of Tianyinmen sarcastically sneered at Tang Yinyi, looked at her and looked at Wang Xian.
The Son on the side heard the voices of several disciples, and his face was slightly unsightly.
His sacred son, Tianyinmen, pursued the Tang Yin dynasty for a long time, and the gift was not accepted by the other party. The bride of the future will be selected. He even lends his celestial piano to the other party despite the dissatisfaction of the deputy.
As a result, Tang Yinying still did not appreciate it. Instead, he accepted a Guqin presented by a nameless pawn. He said that there was nothing tricky in this, and he did not believe it.
Tang Yinxi saw the sarcasm of several sisters and sisters, and his face was slightly embarrassed.
"Cough!"
At this moment, Wang Xian, who was on the side, coughed and looked at the disciples of Tianyinmen: "Sorry, you don't want to talk about the truth, but I have a husband!"
Wang Xian said with a smile: "The nameless is not necessarily a broken thing, and I have not heard of your name."
"Ok?"
Wang Xian’s words made a group of people in Tianyinmen slightly pick a brow, and they looked at him and looked up and down.
"Don't hear the name of our Son? That's your ignorance, the ninth celestial celestial celestial ranking is the ninth to understand, huh, huh, no knowledge of the guy!"
A young man said to Wang Xian with some slight disdain.
"The frog at the bottom of the well, just don't know which martial art from which the martial art came from, let us listen to the disciples of Tianyinmen, or see and see!"
Another young man raised his head slightly and looked at Wang Xian with a sneer.
"Haha, there is time, you can naturally see!"
Wang Xian smiled and said a meaningful sentence.
"It seems that this is very confident about his own strength. It is better to choose the day than to hit the sun and show it!"
The Son saw Wang Xian's face sullen and light, his face showing a sneer, his arm moving slightly, and a flute in his hand.
The metal flute rotates slightly, and the golden peaks above it linger, exuding the sharp edge of the bones, pointing to the king.
"This is my secondary weapon, the golden whistle."
"The Son, this kid is obviously pretending to be in front of us. How can he compare with the Son, a nameless pawn, and only speak loudly, and I can easily defeat it!"
A young man saw the Son take out his weapon and stared at Wang Xian with a smile on his face. At this moment, his face showed a playful look and slowly put his hands in front of his mouth.
"????∮‖???!"
Suddenly, one note spit out from his mouth, and the magic sound slammed into the ear of Wang Xian.
Suddenly, there was a wind in the surrounding area, and the bitter cold wind turned into a note, and attacked Wang Xian.
The young man stared at Wang Xian with a smile on his face, apparently trying to make him ugly.
A group of disciples around the world are also watching the face.
As a disciple of Tianyinmen, their attack methods are much more strange than other sects.
They incorporate attributes into the sound, such as magic sounds, and even the innate power of music, which can make the opponent lose their way and lose themselves.
An unnamed in front of him was forced to pretend to be in front of them.
"Oh!"
Just then, suddenly a clear sound sounded, the sound is crisp, like a sharp weapon.
A golden peak, sweeping through all the wind attribute notes, and attacking the young man's palm!
"what!"
The young man made a scream, and he quickly opened his hands and looked at his palm with a look of horror.
In the palm of his hand, a long mouth went deep into the bones, and blood poured out toward the outside.
"You dare to attack me!"
The young man’s face showed an embarrassing look. He stared at his arm and stared blankly at Wang Xian.
"hiss!"
A group of disciples around the world saw the injury on the young arm, sucked a cold air, and the pupils shrank, staring at Wang Xian.
"Ok?"
The Son also frowned slightly, his eyes flashed a cool color, and his eyes looked at the sword in the hands of Wang Xian: "Some strength, but dare to hurt my Tianyin disciple, I see you are looking for death!"
He said that the golden whistle in his hand moved directly toward Wang Xian, and the metal edge was directly sent out.
It is clear that the disciples of Tianyinmen first started, but they drank toward Wang Xian, and they were overbearing!
"The Son, this is my friend!"
Aside from the side, Tang Yinying’s face changed slightly, and his arm quickly stopped to prevent the attack of the Son.
He was really afraid that the Son would completely offend Wang Xian and kill the Son on the spot.
In addition, she was somewhat shocked by the attacking attributes of Wang Xian.
If she remembers correctly, when he was against the Dark Witch, he used the water attribute, which is now a sharp metal.
"Your friend?"
The Son saw that Tang Yinyu had resisted his attack and his face gradually gloomy.
"Dare to hurt my Tianyin disciple. As a saint, I will give them a head. Anyone will dare to hurt. I dare to abolish him. Do you want to stop it?"
He said, staring coldly at Tang Yinxi, the anger in his heart was more prosperous.
"Oh, you can't let me fight back first? The Son? I really haven't heard of the Son of Tianyinmen, and I have never heard of the ninth existence of Tianjiao Shaojie!"
"In my opinion, the Son? Oh, one hit!"
Wang Xian saw the young man in front of his eyes, his face slightly cold, and his right hand picked up Zhan Yu.
"Hey!"
"Hey, look for death, I want you to know, the consequences of arrogance, dare to speak in front of me!"
The Son saw that Wang Xian even dared to attack, his eyes showed murderousness, and the golden whistle in his hand waved.
"Hey!"
The sound of the wind entered the flute and made a rushing sound. The sharp golden yellow peaks of the wind shone toward the king.
"Hey!"
However, at this time, the emperor of Wang Xian’s hands was directly exposed to half, and the strong metal edge formed a sharp golden metal sword.
The sword was not squirted, but the swordsman had already attacked.
The metal edge of the golden whistle fluttered directly in the air, and quickly disappeared.
In the hands of Wang Xian, the Zhan Yu Jian Mang went to the golden whistle in his hand.
"Hey!"
Under the reaction of the Son in the future, Zhanxi Jianman directly smashed the golden whistle in his hand and attacked his shoulder.
"what?"
The face of the Son changed dramatically, and his figure was moving, and he quickly hid to the side.
However, the sharp swordsman still fell on his shoulders, and suddenly, the clothes were instantly stained with blood!
"Snapped!"
The golden whistle in his hand was disconnected from the middle and fell directly to the ground, making a crisp sound!
One blow, the Tianyinmen Shengzi weapon broke and the shoulder was injured.
"Rubbish!"
Wang Xian slowly took back Zhanxi, and ignored all of them, and Zhanxi did not squirt, but the Son was already injured.
"Goodbye!"
Wang Xian felt boring, looking at Tang Yinxuan, smiling with a smile, turned and left.
Tang Yinyu stayed in his eyes, staring at his back.
(End of this chapter)