His clothes were very simple, just a gray gown. He wasn't very old, he looked like he was about forty years old. He wasn't tall or short, but he was unusually tall. His face was ordinary, with a slight wrinkle at the corners of his eyes. He held a brand-new copper coin in his hand, turning it back and forth between his fingers.

is such an ordinary person, on an ordinary day, walked into the gate of Jinfeng Temple.

Then, the two great grandmasters, the four commanders of Xuanyi, the two generals and a deputy general, as well as the nearly 1,000 Xuanyi forbidden troops in the courtyard, did not dare to move a single inch in this awe-inspiring murderous aura.

His killing aura had already covered the entire Golden Phoenix Courtyard, and all the people here were breathless, they had never experienced such a terrifying murderous aura.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the copper coin in his hand that kept turning back and forth between his fingers, because "when the money lands, the head is not guaranteed." Everyone in the rivers and lakes is convinced of this sentence.

The moment he appeared, no matter who was in the Golden Phoenix Courtyard, he was overwhelmed.

The two great masters of Shenxuzi and Zhang Danyang are ready to fight to the death, and Mei Xiangzhu and Ye Shenming, Han Lu, and Wang Wu are already planning to fight.

With Tang Kaishan's voice: "Formation!"

All the Xuanyi roared and belonged to the Blue and White Dou Department, and the forbidden armies such as Ming Xuan, Lingming, and Mu Ge formed one killing formation after another in an instant.

Wei Yuanchang and Hua Xiangrong also hid in the shadows at this time, preparing to assassinate secretly.

Xuanyi's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy made Shangguan smile in shock, the copper coin in his hand was still turning, he just said talkatively: "Is there wine?"

Shen Xuzi stepped forward, and was about to speak, but he heard someone on the roof of an attic: "A glass of residual wine, and drink it." ”

As the words fell, a wine bowl fell from the sky and fell into Shangguan's hands.

The crowd looked to the place where the sound had come from.

But he saw a blind man with empty eyes, sitting on the ridge of the roof with a jar of wine.

Shangguan laughed and drank all the wine in the bowl.

"Thank you!"

The two words landed, Shangguan turned around, and left without looking back. And the people in the Golden Phoenix Courtyard, the tense heartstrings gradually fell back at this time.

When they looked up again, the blind man was gone.

Every time Mei Xiangzhu thinks of this, he has a creepy feeling. Zhang Danyang and Shenxuzi are both great grandmasters, why would there be such a big gap between Shangguan and the blind man?

Back in the bedroom, Mei Xiangzhu was exhausted, waved her hand, and under the dim light, a piece of white rice paper flew out of her sleeve.

The piece of paper seemed to be controlled by some unknown force, fluttering, and landed on the round table.

Mei Xiangzhu approached, sat down, and then looked at the contents of the paper with the light on the spot.

"A few times the flowers sat down and the, and the silver man red wall looked into the distance. It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is exposed and the midnight is upset. ”

She had read such poems many times on the night of Qixi Festival, but every time she came back, she always had to read them again, and it seemed that only by seeing the verses on a piece of rice paper could she forget the fear and pressure in her heart. It seems that the conscienceless one is in front of her at this time.

"Phew, shameless little wolf dog, always thinking about those things. When I return to Beijing, I want you to look good! Don't think about getting out of my mother's bed for three days!"

Thinking of the little wolf dog's things, Mei Xiangzhu was a little frightened but at the same time eager to come to him immediately, and a little honey juice oozed out of the cracks.

After thinking for a while, the rice paper on the table automatically floated up without wind, gently rotating around the candle flame.

"It's good to press a little bit......"

Thinking so, she grabbed the fluttering paper, and then fell asleep on the bed with her clothes closed.

……

Fengjie Mansion.

The bright moon is in the sky, and Xuanyi confronts money.

Jing Wu's gray eyes stared at the young man with wide bones in front of him, and he stood with his sword raised, and blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

Jing Wuming put away his sword: "You are not my opponent, stop it." ”

The young man's whole body was covered with scars, his spring and summer clothes and uniforms were already scattered, and the empty-sleeved windbreaker on his body was already in tatters, and it was broken and swayed when the wind rose.

"The death sword is very skillful, please take this move from me. ”

Ban Ding said flatly, and took out a knife, a knife, and a flying knife from his arms.

Jing Wu's gray pupils shrank suddenly, and then the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if facing a great enemy!

"Alas......"

A sigh startled both of them, and then a thunderous sound echoed in their ears.

"Let's stop, that's the end of it. If you two do it again, you will be making trouble for the old monk. ”

The ethereal and fierce voice shook the two young men who were going to fight to the death, and the most frightening thing was that this old voice could only be heard by the two of them.

Jing Wuming took a step back, almost instinctively, and handed the sword to his left hand, his dead gray eyes filled with a thick killing intent, as well as the fear hidden in it. Like a cheetah pounced, ready to go.

After Ban Ding's instinctive vigilance, he was stunned for a moment, then hid the flying knife in his hand, frowned, and said secretly: "Is this the back hand prepared by the eldest brother?" or ......?"

Ban Ding calmed down suddenly, if he really fought to the death with Jing Wusheng, even if he used the flying knife technique taught by his eldest brother Li Zhi'an, he was not sure to defeat Jing Wusheng. After all, the flying knife is different from other hidden weapons, and he can't "make a mistake" with this work. Then the final result is that most of them will die with Jing Wulife. It is more likely that Jing Wusheng was seriously injured and that he was already dead.

Both he and Jing Wuming have touched the threshold of the Great Grandmaster, and it is really not worth dying here.

Thinking like this, Ban Ding stepped back and said, "Death Sword, the Great Grandmaster will see you later." ”

Jing Wuming also retreated: "I want to have a fight with 'Count the Common People', nine hands, goodbye." ”

At the same time, the Xuanyi Forbidden Army and the Money Gang gathered here retreated like a tide after the two of them stopped.

……

Western Capital Province

Smell the knife in the courtyard.

The meeting room in front of the courtyard was brightly lit, and forty or fifty Jianghu people gathered here, holding weapons in their hands, sitting silently on the chairs on both sides of the hall.

These men and women were not very old, the youngest was no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and the oldest was not more than twenty-five years old. is this group of young people, but they give people the feeling that they have a condensed temperament, a very capable appearance, and they all have a murderous aura on their bodies.

Among them, the young man sitting on the throne wearing black and white clothes with thick eyebrows and wide eyes gave people a feeling of not being angry and arrogant, and he should be the leader of these people.

I don't know how long it took, but when the second watch was over, someone finally couldn't sit still. A blue-clothed young man near the front held a sword, stood up, and arched his hand: "Master Ma Shao, who are we waiting for? When will that person arrive?

The young man sitting on the throne had not yet spoken, but another young man opposite him smiled and spoke, saying: "Hehe, people often say that there is only the wrong name, not the wrong nickname, and it is really a 'Thunder Swordsman', is Brother Chen so impatient? ”

Hearing this, the young man surnamed Chen seemed to think of something, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking, and then his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Could it be Li Tiandao?"

After he said this, the others exclaimed, and all of them began to talk with a blazing fire in their eyes.

The young man sitting on the main seat is none other than the young hall master of Wanma Hall, Ma Kongqun.

And these young people gathered here are the elite disciples of the major factions led by the Wudang faction, the Huashan faction, the Quanzhen faction, and the Kongtong faction after the promulgation of the martial arts seven killing orders.

During this period of time, they have cooperated with Xuanyi to exterminate those mountain bandits and horse thieves who are evil, and the powerful family has really experienced many life and death battles, and then they have also experienced it from blood and fire. And because they are not very old, young people always talk more together, so after experiencing several cooperation, everyone has vaguely formed a small alliance.

And this small alliance is headed by the young hall master of Wanma Hall, Ma Kongqun. Not only because he is one of the only two grandmasters in this group, but also because he himself has a good leadership temperament, so everyone is convinced of him.

The young man surnamed Chen who spoke first, named Chen Yinghai, was one of the personal disciples of the Wudang faction who was in charge of the real person Shen Xuzi, and was also the leader among the young disciples of the Wudang faction. A first-class skill, one of the leaders of all the people present.

And the other young man who answered him was the young owner of Dingjiazhuang, Ding Chengfeng. He is free and easy, has a kind and weak temperament, and has a supernatural knife technique, and is also another grandmaster among these people in addition to Ma Kongqun, he was originally close friends with Bai Yu and Ma Kongqun, and this action is naturally based on Ma Kongqun.

At this time, Chen Yinghai's words caused others to exclaim, but Ma Kongqun's heart was filled with a faint sourness. It is said that the magic sword is ten thousand horses, Li Jiahou, and the three families are in the same breath. But Bai Yu, who is not as talented as Tianzhong, is counted, and Li Zhi'an, who is a genius of that generation, makes him feel uncomfortable.

He Ma Kongqun is also a masterpiece of a generation, but among the three families, he is properly at the bottom.

But for the Li family brother who he had never met, Ma Kongqun still admired him very much, and his "New Weapons Spectrum" ranked fifth, and he was only a little higher than Zhao Xi and Han Lu, the two Xuanyi commanders. But Li Zhi'an has a solid record and doesn't have any water, so he can't help but be unconvinced.

In this world, it is as easy as killing a grandmaster as cutting melons, and Li Zhian can do it.