Seeing that the person in the sedan chair was his wife who had been looking for for eighteen years, Yang Tiexin was stunned and subconsciously walked towards the sedan chair step by step, hoping to meet his wife who had been away for a long time, but forgot the scene at the moment. However, before he could get to the sedan chair, he was stopped by the military Han Jian servant who came with the sedan chair and pushed him: "Get out, is this a place where people like you can get close to?"

Yang Tiexin then came to his senses and realized what the situation was. But seeing his wife who had been looking for for many years in front of him, he still couldn't help but rush to come and say a few words, and asked her where she had been in the past years and why she became such a princess.

But just as he was about to put his thoughts into action, he suddenly felt someone pressing his shoulder, and an irresistible force fixed him in place. Yang Tiexin was shocked and quickly looked back and found that the one who held him was a handsome boy wearing a sable fur and an extraordinary temperament. So he asked with a look of alert: "Who are you, what do you want to do?"

This young man was Ling Muyun. He had been observing secretly. Seeing that Guo Jing and Huang Rong and others were not in danger, they did not take action. When they saw the princess sedan chair coming, Yang Tiexin suddenly turned forward in a daze. He immediately guessed what was going on and stopped him, so as not to let Yang Tiexin cause any uncontrollable situation in the street. After all, the other party had many good players. If he really made a big move, even he would not be sure to escape with Guo Jing, Yang Tiexin and others.

Seeing Yang Tiexin's vigilance look on his face, Ling Muyun smiled and took away the hand pressed on his shoulder, stretched out his hand to Guo Jing beside him and said, "Senior Mu, don't be too careful. I am his companion, and I am here to help you. But the situation is not good at the moment, so it's better for Senior Mu to be calm."

After hearing Ling Muyun's words, Yang Tiexin's face calmed down and his mood calmed down. He realized that it was not suitable to recognize his wife at this time. It would be fine if he was the only one, but the current situation was very involved. He accidentally implicated his daughter Mu Nianci and Guo Jing, who had made righteous progress, but this was not what he wanted to see.

Ling Muyun had just comforted Yang Tiexin, but something happened to Yang Kang. Yang Kang took the coat from the servants beside him and put it on again, then came to the side of the sedan chair and his mother Bao Xiruo in the sedan chair to deal with it. He didn't know what to say to fool Bao Xiruo and ordered the sedan chair servants to carry the princess away again. Yang Tiexin kept paying attention to the other side. Seeing that Bao Xiruo was leaving again, he felt a little annoyed and regretful, but considering that the situation was wrong, he did not go forward to stop him.

Seeing his mother leaving, Yang Kang immediately turned back with a gloomy face and walked to Master Lingzhi. The old monster Ganxian Liang Ziweng and the Thousand-Handed Man Tu Peng Lianhu bowed and said to Guo Jing in the field: "Master, Ganxian, Master Peng Village Master, this boy is out of nostalgia, which makes me lose face. I really can't swallow this anger. I also ask the three of you to help me cook this boy. After the matter is done, I will definitely report to my father and let the father thank you very much."

Master Lingzhi, Liang Ziweng and Peng Lianhu, suddenly showed a hint of displeasure on their faces when they heard this, because according to Yang Kang's intention, they seemed to want the three of them to take action to deal with Guo Jing together, which made the three of them feel a little unhappy. They are all famous masters. Do they still need to join forces if they want to deal with a disciple of the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan?

Yang Kang was also a smart person. When he saw the faces of the three people, he immediately guessed what the three people were thinking. So he quickly made up for it and continued to smile and asked, "But I wonder who three of them is willing to surrender to the nobles and deal with that stupid boy?"

When the three of them heard this, the unhappiness that had surged in their hearts suddenly disappeared. It turned out that the little prince did not say all of them. It was not that they wanted the three of them to take action together, but that they misinterpreted the little prince's meaning. Thinking of this, the three of them immediately returned to normal. They looked at each other. Liang Ziweng smiled and said to Peng Lianhu: "Brother Peng, aren't you going to end before? I'll bother you about this."

"Okay." Peng Lianhu nodded and agreed, and slapped towards Guo Jing with his feet. He poked out like lightning and accumulated momentum in the air to strike Guo Jing hard.

Ling Muyun, who was beside him, was shocked and moved his body to stop him. Although he had been standing by and watching before, it was because he knew very well that Guo Jing's martial arts skills were a little higher than Yang Kang, and he would not suffer any loss no matter how he fought. But now it is different. Peng Lianhu is known as a Thousand-Handed Man Slaughter and is also a ruthless character in the world. Although it is just average in his eyes, it is definitely not something that Guo Jing can resist now.

"stop!"

Unexpectedly, before Ling Muyun could take action, he suddenly heard a silence among the crowd. Ling Muyun hurriedly stopped and looked in the sound. A gray figure suddenly flew out of the crowd, blocking Peng Lianhu's route. A strange weapon waved in the air, and a bunch of silk strands immediately swung out, accurately rolling Peng Lianhu's wrist. Ling Muyun saw it clearly. The strange weapon turned out to be a whisk commonly used by Taoist priests.

"Who!" Peng Lianhu shouted angrily, and he didn't bother to hit Guo Jing again. He pulled his wrist back with force, and broke the whisk with a "da" sound, and then hit the person who came. The person who came immediately returned a palm, and the two palms collided in the air with a "bang" sound. Both of them shook their bodies and retreated backwards.

Only then did everyone see clearly that the person who came out of the way was a middle-aged Taoist, wearing a gray Taoist robe, with only one handle left in his hand. The silk strip of the whisk had been broken by Peng Lianhu and was still wrapped around his wrist. After the Taoist landed, he bowed to Peng Lianhu and said lightly: "Master Peng, you are also a famous hero in the world. Why bother with a junior? It's better to let it go for my sake!"

Peng Lianhu had a serious face. After a fight just now, he had already found that the person who came was extremely skilled in martial arts and seemed to be above him, so he did not take action easily and asked: "The Taoist master is very skilled, and Peng admires him, but he doesn't know what to call the long magic number?"

With Peng Lianhu's inquiry, the others also turned their attention to the Taoist man, obviously wanting to know who the Taoist master suddenly appeared.

The Taoist did not answer, but stretched out his left foot and took a step forward, then shrank his foot back, and saw a deep footprint on the ground, which was nearly a foot deep. At this time, heavy snow had just fallen, and the snow on the ground was less than half an inch. His casual footsteps could leave such a deep mark. The effort he put in his feet was really shocking.

Peng Lianhu was shocked and said, "Is Taoist Master the real person of Yuyangzi Wang, the Quanzhen Sect who is known as the Iron Feet Immortal?"

The Taoist said, "The Lord Peng's words are so serious. I dare not take the word "Zhengren". I am the king of Chuyi."

It turned out that this Taoist priest was the king of Yuyangzi, who was second only to the seven sons of Quanzhen, who was second only to the martial arts of the Qiqiu Chuji in Changchun. Because he had made a bet with the Hebei tribe in Shandong for something, he came to a cliff with one foot on the edge of the cliff, and used a move of "wind swinging lotus leaves", shaking without falling on the cliff without falling, showing his profound sole skill, so he was conquered by the Hebei tribe in Shandong, so he was regarded as the Iron Foot Fairy!

Peng Lianhu, Liang Ziweng, Lingzhi and others knew that Wang Chuyi was a well-known character in the Quanzhen Sect. He was second only to Changchun Ziqiu Chuji. However, although he had heard of his name for a long time, he had never seen it before. At this time, he looked carefully and saw that he had long eyebrows, beautiful eyes, sparse clusters of black beards, white socks and gray shoes under his chin, neat and neat, like a Taoist priest who focused on decoration. If it weren't for the shocking skills he had just seen, I really didn't believe that this person was once standing alone in the deep valley, and used a move to "swing the lotus leaves", thus subduing the iron-footed fairy Yu Yangzi, a hero in Hebei and Shandong.

Not only Peng Lianhu and others were surprised, but Ling Muyun, who was standing by, was also shocked. Although he had known Wang Chuyi's name for a long time and knew that he was very skilled in his feet, he did not expect that he was so powerful. It should be noted that this was the streets of Zhongdu. The ground was rammed and then paved with stone slabs. Even if a large cart carrying a load passed by, it would not leave any marks. But even such a hard street made him step into a deep pit half a foot deep. Damn, even if it was really an iron foot, it would not be this level!

In Ling Muyun's view, Wang Chuyi's iron feet can be compared with Mei Chaofeng's Nine Yin White Bone Claws! Although he thought that his martial arts skills were higher than Wang Chuyi, if he only compared his skills to the soles of his feet, he would be willing to give up the disadvantage!

Wang Chuyi smiled slightly, pointed to Guo Jing, and said, "I have never known this guy. I just saw that he was brave and brave enough to be respectful to him. I dared to ask the Lord Peng to spare his life. I wonder if Lord Peng can give me this face?"

Peng Lianhu was polite when he heard him say that since there was a master of Quanzhen Sect who had to come forward, he had to sell his favors. He immediately clasped his fists and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say!"

Chu Wang bowed his hand to thank him, turned around, rolled his eyes, and in an instant, his face seemed to be covered with frost, and he said to Yang Kang sternly: "What's your name? Who is your master?"
Chapter completed!