Mountain pavilion.

The originally tense battle situation became more complicated due to the sudden appearance of Feichu.

The corner of the elder's mouth twitched, "When did the Sect Master raise a bird?"

"I don't know." The second elder said honestly.

The third elder looked confused, "Who is this woman?"

The first elder, the second elder, and the fourth elder all shook their heads.

I thought the sect leader and this woman had some deep blood feud, but now it seems they are both enemies and friends.

To kill or not to kill, that is the question.

In the end, the Great Elder slammed the table and made the decision: "Kill!"

Four dark shadows landed quietly, about to lend a hand to Qing Xuan, but Qing Xuan waved his hand, signaling them to step back, "Go and hold Chu Xiafeng back."

Chu Xiafeng already has his beloved daughter to hold him back, so what else does he need to hold back?

The sect leader just wanted to get them away so that he could have some fun with the beauty.

How could there be a sudden romance during a fight?

Ugh, nausea.

The fourth elder disagreed, but it was not easy for him to disobey.

Qing Xuan glanced at Chu Xiafeng, who was holding his sword ready to strike, and said, "Thank you all, martial arts masters, for lying in ambush here. Alliance Leader Chu, why don't you call them out?"

Chu Xiafeng drew his sword and shouted angrily, "Devil, don't act rashly! Today, the leaders of the eighteen northern sects are all in Bianjing. You can't escape!"

The elders did not allow him to say more. Four dark shadows surrounded him, showing no shame in bullying the weak with their numbers.

Time is merciless, and Chu Xiafeng's skills are no longer as good as before.

While protecting the fragile Chu Xiangyu, he also had to fight with four masters. It didn't take long for him to fall into a disadvantage.

The righteous martial artists lying in ambush all around could no longer sit still and appeared together to attract the attention of the four elders.

Chu Xiafeng had time to withdraw and rest for a while, leaning on his sword.

He had several sword wounds on his body, but fortunately they were not vital.

Even though Bu Tiange stopped Qing Xuan, he still felt inexplicably fearful, especially after seeing the latter's masterful swordsmanship.

No, that's not the case. Even if Lin Tongchen was still alive, he should be around the same age as me. There's no way he could be this young.

There are so many swordsmen in the world, this can't even be considered a coincidence. He must be overthinking it.

On the ring.

The fat bird missed its target and fell headfirst into the ruins. Its originally shiny feathers were turned gray by the dust.

Bu Tiange bent down and pointed a finger at it.

Fatty crawled out of the ruins listlessly and jumped onto her finger.

Bu Tiange stroked its bird's head and said insincerely, "I know I've wronged you, but you're really too annoying, you know?"

Feichu nodded vigorously, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Chiu..."

——Host, what kind of bastard are you?

Bu Tiange looked at Qing Xuan, "What did it say?"

"It said you were a bastard." Qing Xuan told the truth.

"Then throw it away."

Bu Tiange clapped his hands and threw Feichu into a pile of weeds.

Seeing this, several Jianghu disciples righteously rebuked her, "Witch, I didn't expect you to be in cahoots with that devil!"

Bu Tiange raised his eyes, "I'm not."

Several of them were young and full of vigor, their minds full of thoughts of making meritorious deeds and being rewarded, so they drew their swords and stepped forward without distinguishing between right and wrong.

"Witch, prepare to die!"

Bu Tiange didn't even draw his sword. He raised his hand and a powerful burst of true energy knocked them off the stage.

Several people fell heavily to the ground, their faces grim and blood spitting out of their mouths.

When Chu Xiafeng was touched by the aftermath of the true qi, his expression changed drastically.

This is... the aura of a true dragon.