"Heh, a group of ninth-rate people from the third sect. Hong Yuan sneered and swept over Su Yang and the others, and looked at the crowd around him, he felt that he didn't have to make a move, and he also deeply understood the horror of these three people, if they hit the end, there might not be a good result.

"Old horse thief, this kung fu is okay, I'll help you fight this old bear, haha. Xiong Futian carried the thick mace and patted Sima Jian's shoulder, the weight was about to break Sima Jian's body bones.

"Old black brother, tap and tap. ”

At this time, a man walked in front of the pavilion, carrying a guqin, white clothes and black hair, clothes and hair are fluttering, not tied or tied, slightly fluttering, lined with the slender figure, like a god descending into the world.

"Do we have a single account left unsettled?" he whispered.

His skin was faintly shiny and flowing, and his eyes were shining with a hint of irritation, so I really don't know what kind of thing it could provoke such a person with such a graceful appearance into this.

He is Songyun.

"Liuqu Man - Songyun!"

"He didn't make a move when the stupid big man was so foolish earlier, listening to the tone, it seems that the Wanderer and the Shadow Hand had a holiday!"

Seeing that Na Songyun was about to make a move, some people who had a holiday with Sima Jian were very excited, and they couldn't wait for the Liuqu people to pick Sima Jian's skin.

Bai Xingjian looked at it for a moment, smiled, and shook his smooth white hair, as if he had met a bosom friend, he smiled and nodded: "Liuqu people." Interesting. ”

Long Xiaochuan saw at a glance what Bai Xing was doing, and said with a disgusted face: "Crane San, are you going to fiddle with that thing again?"

"I like it. Bai Xingjian Shu curled his chest, smiled, and then walked out slowly, his movements attracted the attention of many people, a flowing white hair, as well as that handsome and unshapedly face, simple and broad temperament, for many female monks present, this is an irreredeemable poison.

"How about playing a duet?" Bai Xingjian invited Song Yun, a convection songman.

Song Yun didn't answer, and slowly walked towards the sparse crowd between the mountain walls. Bai Xingjian smiled lightly, and then followed.

"Miss Ye, borrow your jade flute. Bai Xingjian walked towards a girl, with a fresh and handsome smile, which was irresistible.

"Lord Bai......" The woman gasped, her face fluttered redder than an apple, and her hands tightly clenched a jade flute and hugged her chest, as if she was about to suffocate.

Bai Xingjian's smile did not decrease, but became more kind, and slowly took off the jade flute in the hand of the beautiful little girl.

"Thank you, girl"

The girl seemed to faint, and the women around her were envious.

"Damn the third crane!" Long Xiaochuan seemed to beat his chest, he had been angry that Bai Xingjian didn't tell him how to find a wife.

After Bai Xingjian Liuqu left, a great man in front of the pavilion suddenly said to Su Yang: "My Qingcheng faction" Qingzi Jiuda "never spreads, where did you steal it?"

"Hehe, guess. Su Yang waved his hand and smiled.

The man in green clothes had black hair dancing, his face sank suddenly, and then he sneered and said, "I don't have to guess, after I break your hands and feet, you will tell me yourself." ”

This person is the four heroes of Qingcheng Mountain.

Hu Yan Shijie didn't say a word, jumped out, showed his strength, and grabbed Su Yang! Su Yang shook his head with a smile, and the other party was beaten by the Qingzi Nine Green Bees!

Su Yang smashed his fist down, and in the simplest and most direct way, he hit the death hole hit by the green bee!

"You!" Hu Yan Shijie's expression changed slightly, not believing that the other party could see his flaws at a glance, and the way was accidental, and he continued to carry out his fists and feet......

Seeing the two people who did not lose to the Holy Son in a row, the crowd in the Holy Land was excited, and some of the people who were stolen by Sima Jian were also excited.

"Flattening him"

At this time, Xiong Ruotian couldn't bear it anymore, called Sima Jian, and hit Hong Yuan. Hong Yuan's cheeks twitched, he didn't look for their bad luck, the other two of them looked down on themselves so much!

"This is what you are looking for!" Hong Yuan said in a deep voice, the murderous aura has never been so churning, and the strength of no regrets is fully displayed, holding a knife in one hand and sealing in the other, in an instant, the sword qi is like a blue lion, slaughtering!

Xiong Yutian shouted: "Don't fix these vains! Come, take a stick from grandpa!"

"Bang!"

The blue lion was scattered, but the blue mist that turned into it did slowly calm the city into a gelatinous shape, sticking Xiong Defeat, and Sima Jian's knife light flickered......

Su Yang's side had already started to fight, but it didn't seem to interfere with Bai Xing Jian Songyun's side.

Between the mountain walls, it is not far from the Ziling Ling Qingchen Holy Maiden. Liuqu Song Yun didn't say a word, he was very focused, and the noise of the outside world had nothing to do with him. He took off the guqin on his back, slowly opened the wrapping, white clothes and black hair, fluttering, not tied or tied, the breeze between the mountain walls blew, just like his name, as if it was a flowing cloud on the pine.

His fingers moved lightly, the sound of the piano came out leisurely, with a hint of amazement, the people around him were infected by the sound of the piano, the shadow of the passing years, the song of the wind, the elegance of the moon, like a thousand words, and then the sound of the piano echoed in the bleak place.

"Song Yun Gongzi, the sound of the piano is mourning, the rivers and lakes are singing, and it is difficult to give affection to a song. ”

"It's daytime, why do I see the lonely village day, light smoke and old trees. ”

……

Bai Xingjian was on a cliff dozens of meters away from Songyun, his eyes were slightly closed, enjoying the mystery of the music, and the sound of the piano in the empty valley echoed, as if it was sunset.

Seeing Yi Lingling's eyes not taking his eyes off, his eyes were rippling, and his face was still red and fluttering looking at the two men in white, Zi Lingling felt a flute inexplicably, and he hurriedly smiled: "Lingling, I will also play the flute, I will play it for you." ”

"You, look at people, look at you, huh. Yi Lingling snorted, pointed at Zi Lingling and turned to look over there, Zi Lingling was silent for a long time.

"What are you doing?" Yi Lingling said lightly, feeling that Zi Lingling was weird now

……

In front of the pavilion, Long Xiaochuan held a sword in both hands and on his chest, with a solemn face, wearing a gray tight linen clothes, a gray hairband tied in front of his forehead, and a lock of black hair hanging down on his left sideburns. He looked at a man, and that person was the Canglan Sword Sect's Tempest Sword, the Sealing Sword.

The original name of the Fengren Sword was Fengjian, but because his sword moves were crazy like a madman, people also called him the Crazy Man Sword, and over time, his name was called the Fengren Sword.

"Hey, why didn't you show it. This hero has been standing here for so long. Long Xiaochuan said unhappily, he has been standing here for a long time, but he didn't see the other party come to "find fault", can't the other party see that he is here to fight?

Fengren Jian bowed his head and moved his gaze to Long Xiaochuan, his eyes became more and more solemn, and he saw the sword on Long Xiaochuan's chest.

"Tiancong?" Fengren Jian secretly said in his heart, how could he not believe that this was the legendary Tiancong Emperor Sword, but this sword was so extraordinary.

(End of chapter)