PS: a relative has died. I''m going to a distant place today. It''s even more important! I''ll resume two shifts tomorrow. Sorry!


    "It''s over. We''re dead."


    "Don''t elder martial brother Jia have a messenger jade slip? Send a distress signal to zongmen quickly!"


    "Calm down, everyone. I''ll ask the Pope for help."


    Jia Ping waved his hand and pressed down all kinds of sounds. Then he quickly took out a sword shaped jade slip from his arms and pasted it on the center of his eyebrows. He anxiously whispered, "elder Xue, we are in danger when we go out. Please come to the rescue quickly."


    The words fell, but there was no response for a long time.


    Jia Ping frowned and even began to doubt that Xue Chang was not always on duty in the foreign affairs hall of the zongmen.


    Lingyun sword sect has an internal affairs hall and an external affairs hall, both of which are guarded by an elder. The former is in charge of many large and small affairs in the door, while the latter is responsible for supervising the outgoing disciples.


    "Elder Xue, elder Xue..."


    Jia Ping kept shouting in his heart, and sweat seeped from his forehead unconsciously.


    "It''s no use. Your thing has long been broken. Even if you shout loudly, no one will hear it."


    Yang Xuan said casually. At a glance, he saw that the sword shaped jade Jane had already been abandoned.


    This kind of messenger jade slips is available in all schools, but it is very troublesome to manufacture. At the same time, there are restrictions on the number of times to use. Once used too much, the internal energy will be exhausted, which is no different from a broken stone.


    "Nonsense, I bought a lot of spirit stones from a senior brother in the door a few days ago. He said that he hadn''t used them once. How could it be broken?"


    Jia Ping was angry and tried to send a message to the foreign affairs hall of zongmen, but in the end, he failed and didn''t wait for the slightest response.


    "No, it''s not true."


    He talked to himself and kept shaking his head. For such a moment, he seemed to want to understand something. He broke into a big curse: "go to your mother''s song Mingguo, how dare you shoddy and blackmail me with the scrapped messenger jade slips. It''s too deceptive."


    "What''s the matter? Is the messenger jade slip really broken?"


    Someone asked with a sad face.


    "No, the state of song and Ming is a dirty and downright liar. If I can go back alive this time, I have to skin him."


    Jia Ping''s anger is hard to calm. He has never hated such a person like this. He used to be song Mingguo''s senior brother and good friend. Unexpectedly, song Mingguo secretly calculated on him and regarded him as the head of injustice.


    "But didn''t elder martial brother song of the state of song and Ming leave the sect long ago?"


    Jiang xiner suddenly said, "yesterday, someone privately said that senior brother song secretly ran away. I heard that he was invited by someone from the four elephant sect to start a new life there."


    "Is there such a thing?"


    Jia Ping was surprised and immediately became angry. "This bastard has long been eccentric. Only then did he dare to deceive the spirit stone from me, regardless of his fellow disciples."


    "Hum, you''re a fellow disciple. It''s your senior brother''s fault. You''re too stupid to believe song Mingguo."


    Someone is cold hum.


    "You..."


    Jia Ping''s face sank.


    "I''m telling the truth. Only senior brother you are stupid enough to trust others. Don''t look at what Lingyun sword sect looks like now. Don''t say that fellow disciples, father and son brothers, will stumble behind in order to seek benefits."


    Then he turned and ran away. When will he stay if he doesn''t go at this time? In short, you can''t just stand and wait for the tiger demon to come.


    "If you stay, you will die. Let''s go, too."


    Many disciples of Lingyun sword sect came back to their senses and ran one after another. Some of them fell to the ground with garlic under their feet, and no one wanted to pull each other.


    This is the so-called disaster. In an instant, there are only Yang Xuan, Jia Ping, Jiang xiner and a few Lingyun sword sect disciples left.


    These people didn''t want to go, but their cultivation was too low. They couldn''t run away at all. Their legs trembled and trembled on the ground like mud.


    "Waste, don''t get up quickly. Don''t you really want to live?"


    Jia Ping shouted angrily and said to Jiang xiner: "younger martial sister, come with me."


    "What about him?"


    Jiang xiner turned and looked at Yang Xuan opposite.


    "Go, don''t worry about me. That stupid tiger can''t hurt me."


    Yang Xuan was quite fond of Jiang xiner and waved with a smile.


    "Leave him alone. Let''s go now."


    As soon as the voice fell, an earth shaking tiger roared from far to near. Jia Ping subconsciously looked up, and his face immediately showed the color of despair. I saw that a huge tiger demon with brown and yellow body and exposed fangs had come near, only a hundred meters away from them.


    At this distance, the other party can kill it with a leap. They can''t walk away at all.


    "What should we do? We won''t really die here, will we?"


    Jiang xiner''s face faded.


    "Don''t worry, you can''t all die with me." Yang Xuan said faintly.


    "You, can you deal with this demon?"


    Jiang xiner was happy at first, then shook his head, "it''s impossible. Your cultivation is too low. Even elder martial brother Jia is far from the opponent of this tiger demon."


    Perhaps after understanding Jiang xiner''s words, the tiger demon not far away opened his mouth, which seemed to be laughing at him.


    "It''s an ugly smile."


    Yang Xuan skimmed his mouth, looked up and down at the tiger demon, sneered and said, "why, I really think I can walk in this mountain when I get to the sixth level?"


    "Roar!"


    The tiger demon roared and seemed to be angered by Yang Xuan''s words. He was about to rush up.


    "I''ll count three. You''d better put away your killing intention, or you''ll bear the consequences."


    Yang Xuan said coldly and began to count off directly.


    "One!"


    "Two!"


    Before he could count, the tiger demon fell to the ground like weightlessness, and the tiger''s face was full of fear.


    "What''s going on?"


    Jia Ping, Jiang Xin''er and several other disciples of Lingyun sword sect were all shocked by the scene in front of them. However, what shocked them more was that with the third sound of Yang Xuan, the tiger demon suddenly raised a pair of front claws and constantly bowed to Yang Xuan. It seemed to be begging for mercy.


    "God, what did I see..."


    Jiang xiner covered her mouth and exclaimed. She swore to God that this was the most bizarre thing she had ever seen. A ferocious giant tiger and a six-level demon actually saluted a young man and begged for mercy, obediently like a big cat.


    "If I don''t give you some color to see, you really think I have no temper. Get over here by yourself. Don''t say you''re just a six level monster. Even if you step into the seventh level and become a man, you have to bow down before me."


    Yang Xuan said to himself that there was no strong momentum on his body and no killing intention in his voice, but the tiger demon felt a great crisis from his dark and deep eyes like two bottomless holes.


    This man is so strong and unimaginable. He is much more terrible and powerful than those big demons in the depths of the mountain.