The National Wind Museum is proud of itself, and Lethe River has been rampant for a hundred years, and a word can judge people's blessings and misfortunes, and a word can judge people's life and death.

How could they have been forced into such a situation, except for the three of the eighteen Arhats, within ten minutes, fifteen percent of them were encircled, staring at the man sitting upright with his eyes closed in the middle, no matter how he looked at him, he didn't look like a top master, but he was.

The drunken Taoist is not there, and Xing Zhaolin is respected, he is the first person to follow the master, and he is the best among the eighteen arhats, a half-step grandmaster.

"Brother Tai, how about today's matter be stopped? The Gao family of Lechuan will be honored guests of the National Wind Pavilion in the future." Xing Zhaolin gave enough natural face, and without confirming it, he didn't dare to bet on the century-old foundation of the National Wind Pavilion.

"As long as I am willing, what can the Gaojia of Lechuan do to replace the National Wind Pavilion"?

"Determined to be decided"?

Born with two fingers and a flick, the dust in the air flies like a bullet.

Eighteen Arhats have lived for many years, full of tacit understanding, when the drunken Taoist wandered around, found a fragment of an ancient scroll, containing several major combined attack techniques, can add several times the strength, eighteen Arhats join forces, can defeat the grandmaster.

Now there is a shortage of three of the eighteen Arhats, and although the fifteen people will weaken the power of the formation, the current enemy in front of them has no time to take care of it. Fifteen people formed an encirclement, Xing Zhaolin was the eye of the formation, he did not fall, and the formation did not disperse.

It is not unreasonable for the National Wind Pavilion to run rampant in Lethe River for a hundred years, and the reputation of the Eighteen Arhats is not in vain. Shrinking the ground into inches, like a shadow, originally fifteen to one has taken a huge advantage, and now they have a big hand, the afterimage is huge, as the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four hands, and they are born to face great pressure.

The third lady was nervous, she never thought that one day she would become a scene in the movie, that kind of thrilling scene, even if there are many special effects, it is indescribable, little Tianzi, you don't boast that you are invincible in the world, and beat them fiercely! The old lady will hold a celebration banquet for you. Gao Wenyao secretly thought in her heart, her right hand clenched into a fist, and she couldn't wait to be in it.

Gao Wenhuo is much more reserved than her, and she can't see too many expressions on her face, but her eyes are wandering, and she occasionally looks at the sword-seeking envoy Qujing, showing that her heart is not as calm as it seems.

In the field, only Master Yong was calm, and he pressed the thirteen grandmasters with one hand, with these fifteen boxers who entered the bone realm, they could be regarded as a masterpiece, but they still lacked a little heat to compete with the Son of Heaven. In the past, it was only in the legend, but today I finally had the pleasure of watching, and I didn't dare to blink, turning a blind eye to Gao Wenhuo's occasional look, he was afraid that he would miss the wonderful moment by taking a pause, and when he reached the bone realm, he needed to understand the way to cultivate, and how to see how the Son of Heaven broke the enemy would have unexpected benefits for breaking through the grandmaster.

It's just that he overestimates himself too much, his natural right hand is like a flying butterfly, his fingers dance lightly in the air, the original fifteen people plus the afterimage, the water surrounded by the natural can't be leaked, even if he is a grandmaster, he is still invincible with two fists and four hands, with the light movement of the natural fingers, he suddenly saw that there was a water-like air flow around him, and the dust that was originally hidden in the air quickly converged, and the dragon's head, the bird's body, the tiger's roar, and the turtle shrank, forming the southeast and northwest, hovering around the natural birth.

"The Four Holy Beasts of the Ancients". Yong Qujing exclaimed, what kind of trick is this from the Son of Heaven, turning over the clouds and rain to summon the four holy beasts for his own use, this has completely transcended the knowledge of Yong Qujing, no wonder the Lord of the Yanhuang Order came from thousands of miles away to send the Yanhuang Order, if the Son of Heaven is willing to lead the national weapon, he will guard the national frontier, and the country should be worry-free!

Today's battle made him understand why the Son of Heaven rejected the Yanhuang Order, such a high-ranking person, who had long been beyond the world, how could he be attracted to mundane things.

The green dragon swings its tail, regardless of the true body of the remnant, flying out dozens of meters away, the Vermilion Bird spits fire, the white tiger flies its claws, and the four holy beasts are not good at fighting, I am afraid that it is Xuanwu, but Xuanwu is prostrate behind his birth, and no one wants to raid.

More than half of the fifteen people were seriously injured in the blink of an eye, and only a few could stand, so the combined attack array naturally broke itself, and naturally walked forward quietly.

Xing Zhaolin spit out a mouthful of old blood from the corner of his mouth, and respectfully bowed his head, "Does Mr. have to be like this?"

The century-old reputation of the National Wind Pavilion is going to be ruined on him Xing Zhaolin today?

Born without turning around, without looking back, he still walks at a uniform speed.

With a sound of "Peng", Xing Zhaolin knelt on his knees, "Ask Mr. to give the Guofeng Pavilion a way out."

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother......"

"Kneel down for me, my country's Fengguan has been established for more than 150 years, and the master often teaches us chivalrous rivers and lakes, it is I Xing Zhaolin who has lived up to the master's teachings and lost in the sea of power. Sir, I swear that if you give the Kunifukan another chance, the Kunifukan will change its ways."

Only in the midst of setbacks and predicaments will people know how to ask questions, and their natural footsteps pause and continue to move forward.

He never thinks of himself as a gentleman, a big hero, since you know that you are wrong and know how to change your past, then should I let you go and show my personal bearing. He was never born with such a burden, and the eyes of the world were worthless in his eyes.

There is a person, surnamed Shu Zhihua, the evil ghost in the wine, one of the eighteen Arhats, and the most inconspicuous one, with wine as a companion, and Geng Zhi, to be precise, there is a hole in the brain, is the only one among the eighteen people who has no disciples.

He stood in front of Tiansheng, picked up the gourd on his waist and poured it into his mouth.

"You're not afraid I'll kill you".

"If it wasn't for the master passing by, I would have died a long time ago. My life was given by the master, the national style pavilion was built by the master, and he is the only one in the world who can dissolve the national style pavilion.

"Drunkard, what are you doing, everything will be decided when the master comes back."

"Senior brother, don't be confused, this person is invincible."

……

The drunkard picked up his wine gourd again, took three sips, and there was no drop of wine in the gourd, and he threw the wine gourd that he regarded as a treasure everywhere, and said loudly: "I have never been smart in my life, and I don't care how stupid I am."

"Okay, it's rare to have a decent person in the Kunifukan, and I won't show mercy out of respect for you."

Born not stingy to kill, nine out of ten who die at his hands think that this person deserves to die, and like a drunkard, he can die, and he can live, and he is born to decide to meet his requirements, and for a person like an alcoholic, standing or living is more comfortable than kneeling.

The drunkard held the Pu knife in his hand, and a knife blasted to Tiansheng with a thunderous momentum, until the moment when he passed by, the two did not look back, the drunkard stood between heaven and earth with the Pu knife in his hand, and ten seconds later, there was a loud noise, and everyone was stunned, and the mood was difficult to express.

"Sister, little genius, he ......"

Gao Wenyao is known as the Little Witch, so she is not a person who follows the rules, facing a living life flow, and he is not so annoying.

Gao Wenhuo couldn't answer, the shock given to her at this moment made her still frightened even if she was very smart.

"Master Gong, he's going to be fine, right?"

Yong Qujing smiled bitterly, some people are the divine dragon soaring above the nine heavens, overlooking all living beings, how can the laws of this secular world restrict. Therefore, as long as they are not born stupid to oppose the country, leaders will only turn a blind eye.

Born unhurried, walked through the hall, walked up the stairs, the second floor was surrounded by verandahs, the middle hollowed out to the top, and the three-meter plaque was held high in the verandah.

With the sound of "Peng", the plaque was divided into two, and at the same time shattered the faith in the hearts of everyone in the National Wind Pavilion.

The most in a hundred years, because one person fell apart.

One hundred and fifty years, it has come to an end.

Many people silently left tears, Xing Zhaolin cried like a child, but he didn't have the courage of a drunkard.

From today onwards, there is no national style museum in the world.