The morning sun shone on the sparkling sea.

Bao Kang took Ling Jian and Lu Min to the dock.

The huge red and white cruise ship has stopped on the shore.

A black and white red-billed pigeon rested on Bowkang's shoulder.

After his introduction, this is his deputy team leader, Xiao Ai.

From that moment on, Blade thought he was a complete weird guy.

"Looks like we're one of us. Bao Kang looked at the big cruise ship in front of him: "Those guys from the Alliance have really spent a lot of money." ”

"Blade Boy. An ethereal female voice came from behind her.

The three of them looked back, it was the head of the Diancang faction, Hua Wuxi, wearing a pink Hanfu, with long sleeves fluttering, and beside her was a delicate-looking young man, also dressed in an ancient style, very tall, Ling Jian even looked up when he looked at him.

"This is my big disciple, Zhong Yunlu. ”

"In Xia Zhong Yunlu, I have seen three heroes. ”

"The head is good, the young man is good. Bao Kang responded accordingly.

The three of them made way for the two of them, and the two got on the cruise ship before them.

"Do you think that this person from the Cang Sect is a little ....... Odd. Ling Blade complained.

"Indeed....... It's all too old-fashioned. Bao Kang said: "Don't hang on, get on the boat, and pick a good room." ”

The facilities in the boat are also very luxurious, and the three of them found a suite.

"One sect lives in one suite, and I wonder if the three of us will live here, right?"

"Yes, just keep your pigeon away from me. ”

Lu Min coldly put his luggage against the wall.

"I'm sure you've already seen the list. Bao Kang turned on the computer and showed it in front of Ling Blade: "Among them, the biggest threat, you should have heard of it, Wudang's eldest disciple, An Qingqiao." ”

Ling Blade looked intently at the place where Bao Kang was pointing.

Then he heard sounds, the clashing of metal and the sound of sticks hitting the ground.

Lu Min sat up vigilantly.

There was a knock on the door, and Ling Jian went to open the door, and what he saw was an old face, the abbot of Muqing of Shaolin Temple.

Behind him was a young monk, very tall and very strong, holding up his robe, Ling Blade looked a little petite in front of him, his face was handsome, the lines were hard, and under the deep sunken eye sockets were eagle-like eyes.

"Lord Ling, Lord Bao. Mu Qing clasped his hands together and saluted one by one.

"Hello, hello. Ling Blade didn't know how to respond, and just made a gesture of New Year's greetings.

"Lord Lu. Mu Qing saluted Lu Min alone.

Ling Jian looked at Lu Min, and Lu Min had an expression on his face that he had never seen before, and the emotions he had never seen before, like fear, and like sadness, he had never seen Lu Min like this.

"Master Ling, this is the great apprentice of this temple, Xuan Zhi. Mu Qing pointed to the young monk beside him.

"Hello Mage, hello. Ling Jian greeted casually, thinking about Lu Min's affairs.

What the hell happened to her.

"Hello Master Ling, it's my honor to fight you in a few days. ”

"It's over, it's over. ”

Is Blade still casually greeting?

Mu Qing took Xuan Zhi to say goodbye to the two.

Ling Jian looked at Lu Min: "What's wrong?"

"It's none of your business. Lu Min turned sideways, but his voice was not as cold as before, but trembling.

At night, Bao Kang walked onto the deck with the blade, and the sea breeze blew in his face

Bao Kang propped up the railing and lit a cigarette.

"Do you know about Lu Min?"

Bao Kang looked at the smoke he spit out: "Little boy, don't gossip so much......."

"She's my team leader, and I think I should know. ”

Bao Kang turned his posture, leaned against the railing, and smoked comfortably: "Lu Min lost all his force, you know." ”

"Yes. ”

"Do you know why?"

"Why?"

Bao Kang's hand holding the cigarette compared the number three:

She was slapped three times, the great mercy and compassion of the abbot of Muqing, the ultimate mastery of Shaolin, only the abbot's tricks, and the three palms directly disrupted her tendons. ”

"Why?

"I don't know the exact reason, I'm not interested in people's private affairs. ”

Bao Kang spat out a cloud of smoke: "Go back early, let Lu Min know, you are asking around, there is something you look good at." ”

With that, Bao Kang left the deck.

Only Ling Blade was left standing alone on the deck.

The sea is pitch black and gives people the fear of the unknown.

"Mr. Blade, very domineering. ”

Ling Jian looked back and saw that he was wearing a pure white robe, tall, burly, with dark skin, not at all as handsome as Song Ziqin.

Square face and flat head, even a bit of military demeanor.

"You are ........"

"In Xia Wudang, An Qingqiao. ”

Ling Jian was taken aback, this is An Qingqiao who he had always heard of before.

"When I was a child, I heard the legend of the red-haired demon, and I wanted to see the power of the Fire Cloud Divine Skill. ”

"Uh...... Thanks?"

The name Red-Haired Demon made Ling Blade a little uncomfortable.

"Looking forward to playing with you. An Qingqiao stretched out his hand and wanted to shake his hand.

Ling Jian also reached out to hold An Qingqiao's hand.

In an instant, an invisible air flow rushed into Ling Blade's veins.

Ling Blade took two steps back for a moment, his legs trembling slightly.

Immediately, the dantian sank, and the red light floated slightly, resisting the air flow little by little.

Gritting his teeth hard.

An Qingqiao was still smiling, not struggling.

Once again, he fell behind in the internal force competition, but this time he didn't feel like he was with Mo Yun before, but an extremely pure internal force suppressed himself.

Never before has I felt such pure power.

Ling Jian hurriedly let go, and the suppression of internal force had already made him a little uncomfortable.

An Qingqiao still had a friendly smile on his face: "Looking forward to fighting you." ”

After speaking, An Qingqiao left the deck, Ling Jian was still standing in the distance, the sea breeze was blowing the red broken hair, he looked at the position An Qingqiao left, and the strength in his hand still felt in his hand.

There was utter silence, only the sound of the sea lapping against the hull of the ship and the sound of the sea breeze blowing.

The hand-to-hand just now gave Ling Jian a feeling:

Suppress.

The strength of the two is too different, and the pure but thick internal force is too terrifying.

"How am I going to win this guy........"

Blade muttered to himself