After saying that, Deng Lun, the Duke of Chiwu, was about to say the first time he suddenly heard the sound of chains behind the gate. After a moment, he saw the door of Tianningguan opened with a "creaking" sound. After a moment, he was stunned and raised his head and laughed: "Old Master Ning, I knew you were bluffing, pretending to be a tiger. Before I counted, you opened the door obediently. Hahaha..."

However, when the door opened, he saw that the situation inside the door was a little different from what he expected. The person standing in front of him was not Qingyang Zi Ningfeng, who was over thirty years old, with handsome eyebrows and tall figure. However, the saint Zhang Yixin, whom he was chasing all the way, was behind the Taoist priest.

Seeing Zhang Yixin, Deng Lun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said to himself: "I guess right, this little girl has indeed come here. But why did the old Taoist Ning never see her? Could it be that she has already received the little girl's message and sent the boy a message first? This is not good. My mission is not only to catch the little girl, but also to prevent the news from spreading from her. If the news really spreads, I will not be responsible for it even if I catch her again. If the boy got the news in advance and was prepared, and things went wrong with the Holy Son, I'm afraid I would blame me for it?"

Thinking of this, although he was a little anxious, he still remained calm on his face. He bowed and bowed to Zhang Yixin, and said somewhat unevenly: "The saint is indeed here. It's a good thing to do along the way. But I don't know where Ning Sanren went? We old brothers haven't seen each other for many years and are about to get close to each other!"

He finished speaking and suddenly saw figures flashing in the courtyard. Then a torch lighted up. First, one, then several, dozens of torches on all sides shone brightly. In a short while, the torches on all sides shone brightly in the courtyard. There were dozens of Taoist priests and Zhang Yixin behind them, but there was still no Ning Feng among them. He only saw Ning Feng's disciple Shoujing. Shoujing was surprised when he saw him at first, but then he looked at him without squinting and pretended not to know him.

Deng Lun frowned slightly, and he felt something was wrong. However, except for Ning Feng, the rest of the Tianning Temple were all ordinary Taoist priests who did not know martial arts. However, Ning Feng's disciple Shoujing seriously injured his meridians during the fight with someone more than ten years ago during the Ming Cult's uprising. It was equivalent to being abolished by martial arts. Even if he started practicing again from scratch, he would not be able to practice it. Therefore, the only thing he was worried about was Old Taoist Ning Feng. If Old Taoist Ning was really not here, he would not be afraid no matter how many people there were.

He looked around among the Taoist priests who suddenly appeared in the yard, but did not notice Ning Feng's figure. After he looked at Zhang Yixin again with some confusion in his heart, he saw Zhang Yixin looking at him with a look of ridicule and looked like he was watching a show. It seemed that he was a fool who thought he was smart but actually pitiful and stupid.

He couldn't help but feel angry and said coldly to Zhang Yixin: "Saint, my subordinates have been ordered by the Holy Son. Please go back to the Guangming Plate of the General Altar. Please come here."

Zhang Yixin smiled sarcastically again, then stepped forward and pointed to the Taoist priest who was handsome and handsome beside him and said, "Deng Sanren, please allow me to introduce you. This one is the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, the largest martial arts sect in today's martial arts world, Yin Zhiping, the real person of Qinghe."

"What?" Deng Lun's expression changed when he heard this. He was shocked, then stared at Yin Zhiping and looked at him in disbelief, saying, "Did Tian Ning Guan really become the territory of Quanzhen Sect? What is his plan for Old Dao Ning?" After being surprised for a while, he asked Yin Zhiping: "You are really Qinghe Zhenren of Quanzhen Sect?"

Yin Zhiping smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's just Mr. Yin, it's just a fake one." After saying that, he continued, "Since Deng Sanren has been calling out outside, please come in! Let's have a cup of tea and have a good talk."

Since the door opened, he has been looking at Deng Lun, the Chiwu Gong, one of the five scattered people in the Ming Cult today. Deng Lun looks like he is in his fifties. Although he is old, he looks very strong and strong. He is tall and straight with a straight back, without any hunchback. He has a red face, a circle of short beards, wearing a black robe, and a ebony stick in his hand.

However, at this time, Deng Lun's face was very bad, with a blushing face and black, and his eyes were a little harsh and stern. Hearing Yin Zhiping's invitation, his expression changed again, and he clasped his fists and said, "Deng really didn't know that this Tianning Temple has become the temple of the Quanzhen Sect, so there was something wrong with offense. I would like to be more sorry for Yin Zhenren. I was really sorry to disturb the Taoist priests in this late night. Now that I have figured it out, Deng dares not disturb him anymore, so I say goodbye!"

Yin Zhiping smiled and said, "Hey, how could Deng Sanren come and leave whenever he says? It will be spread in the future. Friends in the world will say that our Quanzhen Sect is not well-received and neglected the distinguished guests. Deng Sanren also please stay and come in and serve a few more cups of tea."

Deng Lun shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but Deng still has important things to do. If he really doesn't dare to keep it for too long, he won't bother with Yin. If there are such rumors in the world in the future, Deng will definitely come forward to clarify for your education."

Yin Zhiping said: "Isn't Deng Sanren's important thing to ask the saint Zhang, who is your education, to return to the headquarters? Now Miss Zhang is a guest here, so Deng Sanren should stay with him."

"No, no, Deng has other important things, so I really don't dare to keep them anymore. Thank you, Zhenren Yin for your kindness, and say goodbye!" Deng Lun said that, and suddenly turned around and rushed out.

But before his momentum was over, a figure flashed in front of him, and he saw Yin Zhiping coming first. He stopped him in front of him with great speed and said with a smile: "Deng Sanren is really ignorant. I have invited you warmly, but you turned around and ran away. I am really rude. Let's stay for me!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already slapped out with a palm. This palm was light and seemed to have no power at all, and it seemed that there was no force on his palm, as if he was just raising his hand to stop someone. But Deng Lun did not dare to underestimate this palm. Youdao is a famous scholar. Although the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect are vegetarians, the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect are not vegetarians. Moreover, Yin Zhiping is really famous in the world now. Since he entered the Central Plains, he has heard many people talking about Yin Zhiping.

Some people in the world call him the second place Wang Chongyang. Of course, this does not mean that Yin Zhiping's current martial arts are comparable to that of the ancestor of their Quanzhen Sect. Instead, it is said that if nothing unexpected happens, in more than ten or twenty years, Yin Zhiping will inevitably grow into a person like Wang Chongyang, so calling him the second place Wang Chongyang is really a very high praise.

This is why Deng Lun didn't care about capturing Zhang Yixin after he knew it was Yin Zhiping, and he didn't even dare to try it with Yin Zhiping. The first thought was to turn around and run away. Of course, this was also because he was alone, but the other party was full of people. If only Yin Zhiping was alone, he might have dared to go up and try it, but now he doesn't think about it.

Seeing Yin Zhiping's light palm hit, Deng Lun did not dare to be arrogant at all. He turned the ebony in his hand and poked the tip of the tail straight towards Yin Zhiping's palm.

Yin Zhiping saw the tip of the ebony stick coming, but he neither held his palm nor changed his moves, and still hit him without any change. However, in the next moment, his palm power was suddenly emitted like a fire in his light palm.

It was like sparks spreading, and at first it was a spark of inconspicuous sparks, but suddenly it broke out into a fire, which was unstoppable. Deng Lun's ebony stick had already used enough force. But as soon as the palm power burst out, he felt an uncontrollable force surged from the end of the stick. Not only could he no longer light it, but he was also beaten back by this force. Then the force rushed towards his body like a fire.

With a "bang", he felt like he was hit by a car that was sieged in the city. His bones seemed to have been dispersed. He couldn't help but scream and flew backwards. Shang was in the air, and his right hand could no longer hold the ebony stick in his hand and flew out of his hand.

He felt dizzy as if he was about to faint, but then he fell to the ground with a "bar" and woke him up with pain. He opened his mouth and couldn't help coughing out a mouthful of blood. He looked at it again and found that he was hit by Yin Zhiping's palm and flew backwards into the temple. (To be continued...)
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