Invincible Dragon Development System

Several female disciples of Tianyinmen sarcastically sarcastically turned towards Tang Yinxuan, looking at her and then at Wang Xian.

The Saint Child on the side heard the voices of several disciples, his face was slightly ugly.

He dignifiedly pursued Tang Yinxuan, the son of Tianyinmen for a long time, and the other party would not accept any gifts. Tomorrow the saint was selected, he even planned to lend his Tianmoqin to the other party despite the dissatisfaction of the deputy head.

As a result, Tang Yinxuan still didn't appreciate it, and instead accepted a guqin presented by an unknown person. If there was nothing tricky in it, he didn't believe it.

Tang Yinxuan looked slightly embarrassed when he saw the mocking voices of several fellow seniors.

"Ahem!"

At this moment, Wang Xian on the side coughed lightly and looked at the disciples of Tianyinmen: "Sorry, don't talk nonsense if you don't know the truth, I have a husband!"

Wang Xian said and smiled: "What the nameless guy gave is not necessarily a broken thing. Also, I have never heard of your names."

"Ok?"

Wang Xian's words made the crowd of Tianyinmen slightly raised their eyebrows, and they looked at him, looking up and down.

"Have you heard the name of our saint? That's you ignorant and ignorant. Let's find out if you are ranked ninth on the Tianjiao Young Masters List.

A young man said to Wang Xian with a slight disdain.

"The frog at the bottom of the well, I just don't know which school this sect is from, and let our Tianyinmen disciples listen to it, or see it!"

The other young man raised his head slightly and looked at Wang Xian mockingly.

"Haha, if you have time, you will naturally see!"

Wang Xian smiled and said meaningfully.

"It seems that this person is very confident in his own strength. It's better to hit the sun if you choose another day, show it!"

Shengzi saw Wang Xian's face full of wind and light, a sneer appeared on his face, his arm moved slightly, and a flute appeared in his hand.

The metal flute rotates slightly, and the air of Jinfeng surrounds it, exuding a sharp edge, pointing directly at Wang Xian.

"This is my secondary weapon, Jinluangdi."

"Holy son, this kid is obviously pretending to be forceful in front of us. Just how he can compare with you, a nameless man who only speaks big words, Junior Brother, I can easily defeat it!"

A young man saw that the son took out his weapon and stared at Wang Xian with a smile on his face. At this moment, he showed a playful look on his face and slowly put his hands in front of his mouth.

"????∮‖???!"

Suddenly, notes came out from his mouth one by one, and Mo Yin Fei Fei poured into Wang Xian's ears.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind around him, and the biting cold wind turned into notes and attacked towards Wang Xian.

The young man stared at Wang Xian with a smile, obviously trying to make him foolish.

The surrounding Tianyinmen disciples also watched with abusive faces.

As Tianyinmen disciples, their attack methods are much more strange than other schools.

They incorporate attributes into the sound, such as magic sounds, and even the innate powerhouse with high musical attainments can make opponents lose their way and lose themselves.

An unknown man in front of them even pretended to be coercive in front of them, utterly humiliating himself.

"Wow!"

At this moment, a crisp sound suddenly sounded, the sound was crisp, like the sound of a sharp weapon.

A golden peak of air directly swept through all the wind-attribute notes and attacked towards the palm of the youth!

"what!"

The youth let out a scream, he quickly threw away his hands, looking at his palm with some horror on his face.

In the palm of the hand, a long hole penetrated into the bone, and blood poured out.

"Dare you attack me!"

There was an embarrassment on the young man's face, he was holding his arm and staring at Wang Xian gloomily.

"hiss!"

Seeing the injury on the young man's arm, the surrounding Tianyinmen disciples took a breath, their pupils shrank slightly, and their eyes fixed on Wang Xian.

"Ok?"

The Saint also frowned slightly, a cold color flashed in his eyes, and looked at the sword in Wang Xian's hand: "A little bit of strength, but I dare to hurt my Tianyinmen disciple, I think you are looking for death!"

As he said, with a move of the golden flute in his hand, he pointed directly at Wang Xian, and the metallic sharpness on it came out directly.

Obviously it was the Tianyinmen disciple who acted first, but coldly shouted at Wang Xian, extremely domineering!

"Holy Son, this is my friend!"

Tang Yinxuan's face changed slightly, and her arm hurriedly stopped Shengzi's attack.

He was really afraid that the son would completely offend Wang Xian and killed the son on the spot.

In addition, she was a little shocked by Wang Xian's offensive attributes.

If she remembers correctly, he used water attributes when he was fighting against the dark witch killer, but now it turned out to be sharp metal.

"Your friend?"

Shengzi saw Tang Yinxuan actually resist his attack, his face gradually darkened.

"Dare to hurt my Tianyinmen disciples. As a holy son, I have to give them a head. Anyone who dares to hurt, I dare to abolish him. Do you Tang Yinxuan want to stop?"

As he said, staring at Tang Yinxuan coldly, the anger in his heart became more intense.

"Hehe, you don't allow me to fight back first? Son? I really haven't heard of the Son of Tianyinmen, let alone the ninth-ranked Tianjiao Young Master!"

"In my opinion, Saint Son? Ha ha, one blow!"

When Wang Xian saw the young man in front of him, his face was slightly cold, and he picked up Zhan Lu with his right hand.

"Chang!"

"Hmph, looking for death, I want you to know the consequences of arrogance, dare to speak big words in front of me!"

Seeing Wang Xian even dared to attack, the saint son showed a murderous look and waved the golden flute in his hand.

"Woohoo!"

The sound of the wind entered the flute and made a rapid sound, and the sharp golden golden peaks of air moved towards Wang Xian.

"Chang!"

However, at this moment, half of Zhan Lu in Wang Xian's hand was exposed, and the strong metal edge on it formed a sharp golden metal long sword.

The sword was not out of its sheath, but the sword light had already attacked.

The metal edge emitted by the golden flute trembled directly in the air, and then quickly disappeared.

And the Zhan Lu Jianmang in Wang Xian's hand was cut towards the golden flute in his hand.

"Flap!"

Before the Saint Child had time to react, Zhan Lu Jianmang directly cut the golden flute in his hand and attacked his shoulder.

"what?"

Shengzi's face changed drastically, his figure moved, and he quickly hid away.

However, the sharp sword light still fell on his shoulder, and his clothes were instantly stained red with blood!

"Snapped!"

The golden flute in his hand was disconnected from the middle and fell directly to the ground with a crisp sound!

With one blow, the Saint Child of Tianyinmen broke his weapon and injured his shoulder.

"Rubbish!"

Wang Xian slowly took Zhan Lu back, ignoring all of them, Zhan Lu did not get out of the sheath, but the Son was already injured.

"Goodbye!"

Wang Xian felt boring, looked at Tang Yinxuan, said with a smile on his face, turned and left directly.

Tang Yinxuan was dumbfounded, staring tightly at his back.