Xiang Jing was fine, but Wu Xin seemed to be afraid of these people's eyes, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a hand fell on his shoulder, accompanied by a rough voice, "Hey, boy, you were the one who stole my purse yesterday. I was caught today."

Everyone's eyes were once again on Wu Xin's body.

Wu Xin raised her head in horror, looked at the man in front of him with the slap as big as his face, and shook her head repeatedly and said, "I, I didn't, I didn't steal your money bag."

As he said, he wanted to struggle to get away from the palm of the man.

"Hmph, it's you, what else do you group of beggars have besides cheating and pretending to be pitiful? You stole my money bag. If you don't hand over the money today, I will break your leg."

Guan Linxiang seized the opportunity and fell into the stone. "Tsk, tusk, no one is recruiting in the sect. It doesn’t matter if there is a beggar, but the recruit is still a thief. The Xiaoyao Sect can be disbanded tomorrow. Keeping these sects is also a curse. "

"Hold on"

Xiang Jing put down the brush, blew the unfinished handwriting on the Zongmen member registration form, looked at the big man and asked, "What evidence do you have that he stole your money bag?"

The big man snorted and looked at Xiang Jing and said, "Why, are you going to stand up for such a beggar?"

Xiang Jing pointed to the registration form on the desktop and said, "A minute ago, I had no objection to how you did him, but now he is a disciple of my Xiaoyao Sect. As the head of me, I can’t watch my own sect. The disciple was framed casually."

"Fraised?" The big man said, "You want evidence, right, okay, I'll give you the evidence, and it happens that the big guys will give me proof."

The big man said that he was about to reach out into Wu Xin's arms, everyone's eyes were on this side, most of them looked like a good show.

Just as his hand was about to reach into Wu's heart, a figure suddenly came to him, and then pinched his wrist and held it up.

Xiang Jing looked at the big man coldly and said, "It's okay to deceive ordinary people by planting a trick to put things on the wrong side. If I use this trick in front of this seat, I really think I am blind."

At this time, the big man looked ugly, because in his palm, he was holding a money bag. If he didn't stop Xiang Jing, he put his hand into Wu Xin's arms and then took it out. Then Wu Xin would have trouble talking about the crime of the thief. Argued.

Wu Xin, whose legs were weakened with nervousness and fear, looked at the figure of the man in front of him, and instantly established a tall image in his mind, the first time he felt so safe.

Xiang Jing's palm was a little harder, and the big man sucked in pain and couldn't help bending down.

"Who sent you?" Xiang Jing asked, staring at the big man indifferently.

Such an obvious means of planting misfortunes and destroying his reputation as a sect, fools can't see it.

Although the big man suffered a great pain in his wrist, he still patiently said, "Who sent me here? I just saw you, a sect that had been established for less than a month, unexpectedly recruiting disciples here. Whatever, you can do it if you can. "

This big man is not stupid. At this time, he confessed the instructions behind him, so he won't have to mess around in the future.

"Hey, this person looks familiar to me."

Some onlookers looked at the big man and said.

"Yes, I feel familiar too, as if I have seen it somewhere."

"I remember, isn't this person one of the disciples recruited by the Wind Blade Sect this time?"

Even if the strong man refused to admit it, he was still recognized by people watching the show.

Although speaking in a low voice, Xiang Jing still heard clearly.

"Hmph, I have no grievances with you Wind Blade Sect in the past and recent days, why have ruined my reputation of Xiaoyao Sect."

If Xiang Jing knew that the Wind Blade Sect had always been the same for any sect, he would not ask that way.

The strong man sneered and said, "Since I know that I am a disciple of the Wind Blade Sect, don't let me go. Be careful when I come to level your Xiaoyao Sect stall."

"Let you go?" Xiang Jing smiled, the strength on his palm continued to increase, and the painful burly man knelt down with a scream.

"This seat is the lord of a sect. You are not qualified to talk to me like this. It’s almost the same for the sect lord of your Feng Blade Sect. If you slandered my sect’s reputation and framed my disciples today, you have to pay what you deserve. cost."

"If you dare to move me, the Wind Blade Sect will not let you go." Even if the strong man felt his wrist was about to be broken, he still pleaded not guilty.

"stop!"

Just when Xiang Jing was about to teach this Wind Blade Sect disciple a lesson, a shout sounded outside the crowd.

Immediately after the crowd separated, a group of practitioners in uniform came over.

"Is a disciple of the Wind Blade Sect"

"The disciple of the Wind Blade Sect is here"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry"

The crowd on the side saw this group of disciples of the Wind Blade Sect avoiding it.

An arrogant disciple headed by the Wind Blade Sect looked at Xiang Jing and said in a commanding tone, "Release."

Xiang Jing looked at him like an idiot, the strength on his hands increased and he could even hear the sound of bone rubbing.

"Huh, presumptuous!"

Feng Aotian let out a cold snort, and directly drew out his pocket knife, and slashed it against Xiang Jing, forming a powerful wind blade.

This is the wind blade sword technique most widely circulated in the Wind Blade Sect, and it is also the spiritual skill of their sect.

Looking at the oncoming wind blade, Xiang Jinggang was about to break it with his golden yang finger, then squinted his eyes, and collected the aura that had been working inside his body.

When Feng Blade was less than half a meter away from Xiang Jing, a flash of light suddenly appeared, and then I heard a roar in the air, and Feng Aotian's Wind Blade was intercepted on the way.

"Who dared to ruin my Wind Blade Sect's affairs!" Feng Aotian asked uncomfortably.

"Young Master Feng, please forgive me." He only heard a gentle voice like a spring breeze, and then one by one Young Master Pina, dressed in white wings and a sword on his waist, passed the crowd to the center of the field.

"Jing Wenyan" saw the person coming, and Feng Aotian frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"

Jing Wenyan smiled lightly and said, "It doesn't mean anything, just ask Young Master Feng to remember that this is Liyang City. If you have any grievances, please go to the competition stage."

"I will give you the face of the Jing family today." No matter how rampant Feng Aotian is, he won't lose his mind.

Although the influence of the Jing family in Liyang City is not as strong as that of the Ten Thousand Clan, the surname Jing, the lord of Liyang City, is the current Patriarch of the Jing family, and the Wind Blade Sect does not dare to be too presumptuous in someone else's territory.

Feng Aotian looked at Xiang Jing defiantly and said, "Hey, dare you go to the martial arts stage with me? If you are afraid, I will kneel and kowtow to apologize. I am happy, and I may let you go."

Xiang Jing smiled and stretched out a finger and said, "You are not qualified for the competition stage with me."

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