After becoming an outcast, she relied on the system to raise her children and counterattacked.

Guan Xiao was slightly startled. He didn't know how to answer for a moment, and he didn't believe what this woman said.

When the woman saw that he was silent, she continued to persuade: "You should be a disciple of some sect. Since you are a Jianghu person, there is no one who does not desire power. As long as you have overwhelming power, all women will flock to you. Those who stepped on you in the past The people at your feet will also raise their heads and look at you above, how about that?"

Even if this person is sent by the thief, it doesn't matter, as long as he can help her untie the chain, she can see the light of day again.

Thinking of Fangruo, Guan Xiao was a little moved.

But he couldn't help but ask.

"Who locked you up here, and who impersonated you?"

The woman said bitterly: "That's a beast who got mixed up with the Xiaoyao Sect. He has a vicious and cunning temperament and a tear mole in the corner of his eye. This is all our sect knows about him."

Guan Xiao's breath tightened when he heard the mole of tears.

"He is about [-] years old and has a handsome appearance. That mole is under the corner of his left eye?"

The woman's voice suddenly turned cold and she snorted: "You are indeed the same species. In this case, get out of here!"

These words were undoubtedly acquiescence, and Guan Xiao couldn't help but feel excited.

Unexpectedly, the current leader of the Xiaoyao Sect is actually that thief Asilan. He really has no place to look for after running through iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get him.

"I'll get you out right now."

Guan Xiao took out his dagger and struck the chain twice, but it had no effect.

The woman was stunned for a moment. She didn't know why Guan Xiao suddenly changed his mind, but she didn't have time to think about it and quickly turned her face to the left.

"Turn that boulder, there is a groove underneath, and inside there is a black moon knife that can cut iron like mud. Only it can cut through the fine iron chain that binds our sect."

Guan Xiao hurriedly moved the boulder, and there was indeed a strange long knife with a black blade and a shape like a crescent moon inside.

He held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, shouted loudly, and slashed hard at the chain.

Juyi hall.

Yin Qingxuan's words immediately caused an uproar among everyone.

In full view of everyone, Ashlan stood up slowly.

He laughed hoarsely.

"What do you mean, Miss Yin?"

Yin Qingxuan snorted coldly and said: "I have discovered your identity, don't pretend anymore."

She turned to the sect leaders, cupped her hands and said, "This person's true identity is Ashlan, the young prince of Jiangwu. If you seniors don't believe it, just lift his hat and you will know it at a glance."

Pavilion Master Xiao originally looked down on the Xiaoyao Sect. Hearing this, he said calmly: "Although Qingxuan is not a disciple of our sect, I believe that she will never frame others. Cui Yu, please take off your bamboo hat."

Ashlan laughed and said: "Even if I take off the bamboo hat, how can you judge the authenticity? This sect has never shown its true face to outsiders. Who among you knows what the real Cui Yu looks like?"

Ye Jingyu said in a deep voice: "It is said that Xiaoyao Sect has been established for decades. Even if these seniors in the world don't know you, they can tell you by your age. Stop talking nonsense and take off your hat immediately!"

Ashlan snorted coldly and said: "It's a joke. As the leader of a sect, how can I obey orders from a person like you who has no family or sect?"

Pavilion Master Xiao’s voice deepened.

"Ye Jingyu is my grandson. Even if he is not from Shengyin Pavilion, what he means is what I mean."

No matter how much he looked down on the boy named Ye, he couldn't tolerate any more words from outsiders.

He Yun said: "That's right. If you are really Sect Master Cui, you don't have to hide your face. You and I are both people in the world, and we value righteousness, not face."

Ashilan slowly clasped the fingers in her sleeves. If today's matter is not handled properly, it may be difficult to do well.

While his mind was spinning rapidly, Ye Jingyu's palm slapped his chest.

"The dog thief Ashlan is here to die!"

Yin Qingxuan also took action at the same time and used Luck Luck on Ashlan.

When she was about to use it for the second time, a system prompt sounded in her head.

"Skills cannot be stacked and cannot be used on one person repeatedly."

Yin Qingxuan could probably guess that this would be the result. If she could use it on the same person indefinitely, then she wouldn't have to move a finger, and that person would destroy himself.

In an instant, Ashlan felt a difference in her body, and even felt a sense of weakness.

This feeling horrified him.

Could it be that it was a backlash from unrefined internal energy?Or maybe Yin Qingxuan gave him a colorless and tasteless poison unknowingly?

He flew back, but felt a sharp pain in his back, as if he had been hit hard by a huge stone mill. His throat felt sweet, and he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

He suppressed the surging energy and blood, turned around and struck out with a palm, and then he saw clearly that it was Pavilion Master Xiao who hit him.

He was clearly in front of me, but when did he go around behind him?

Is Pavilion Master Xiao's martial arts progressing at a rapid pace, or is his internal strength declining?

Ashlan's guesses were basically correct.

Pavilion Master Xiao had taken a bath in the spiritual springs and drank the water from the spiritual springs every day. He was a martial arts practitioner, and with the help of such magical objects, his internal strength was improving rapidly.

Asilan fell into Yin Qingxuan's luck robbery, and all her abilities were weakened in all directions.

Although he absorbed the internal power of many female tripods, he was still unable to refine them all because he did not obtain the last level of free and easy mind. Even if his luck was not taken away, he was still no match for Pavilion Master Xiao.

In a dazed moment, the wind from Ye Jingyu's palm reached his ear.

Azilan's eyes were fierce. Since her identity had been exposed, she would bring someone to support her. Since God had prevented him from getting Yin Qingxuan, he would have made her suffer for the rest of her life.

The internal energy was running rapidly, all gathered in the palm, and with a muffled sound, Asilan and Ye Jingyu each took three steps back.

A harsh sound of broken cotton came from above the head. The huge bamboo hat had been shaken in half by Ye Jingyu's internal force. The thick black gauze covering it fell to the ground, and a young and evilly handsome face came into view. eyes.

No one has ever seen Cui Yu's appearance, but as Ye Jingyu said, Xiaoyao Sect has been established for decades. How can Ashlan be the leader of Cui Yu at her age.

The master of Handao Sect couldn't help but said angrily: "What a shameless brat, you actually played with us in the palm of your hand, you deserve to die."

Yesterday, in the battle, more than fifty disciples of Han Dao Sect died. I had nowhere to vent my sorrow. When I learned about this, I immediately jumped out with my sword drawn.

Then several smaller sects popped up. Some wanted to please Pavilion Master Xiao, some just wanted to join in the fun, and some simply looked down on the Xiaoyao Sect. Everyone had different ideas and surrounded Ashilan.

Pavilion Master Xiao had already stood aside, holding the line for the two juniors. His long robes were windless and he stared at Ye Jingyu and Yin Qingxuan with a pair of bright eyes.

He Yuntong also stood beside him, his eyes turned around Pavilion Master Xiao, feeling a little puzzled.

After not seeing each other for a few days, this old Xiao's internal strength seems to have improved again.

At their age, it is difficult to break through the limits of the body, and it is even more difficult to reach a higher level. Could it be that he realized the method of breakthrough in the iron prison?

As he was thinking about it, a clear voice sounded in his ears.

"Ashi Lan, today next year will be your memorial day."