In Situ Hong's mind, various ideas unconsciously surfaced.

There is still Pang Yun in the White Flame Palace, and the Cangyan Secret Technique itself has already been written into a volume of the Secret Sect, and Pang Yun also knows it.

As soon as he died, the White Flame Hall would not decline because of this, so Situ Hong regarded death as home.

In any case, you can't become a prisoner.

"Situ Hall Master's words are wrong, you are also an immortal master, wouldn't it be a pity to kill you like this?" the old man said.

"Oh, it's rude to have said it for so long, and I haven't told the hall master my name. In the lower dragon word camp Qingyan King, Fang Tongguang. ”

What is that?

Is it an organization of the Barbarian Witch Army? Situ Hong thought so.

"If you want to take me captive, I advise you not to have such thoughts, for you will never get a word from me. Situ Hong said with a resolute expression.

From the moment he was injured just now, he had already been mentally prepared.

"Haha, Lord Situ is wrong. Fang Tongguang said with a smile, "I just want to invite you to sit down for a while, how can there be any reason to torture to extract confessions?

Fang Tongguang laughed, took out a large cloth bag from his sleeve and put it on Situ Hong's head.

Situ Hong's eyes suddenly darkened, and the person was put into this bag.

Zou Boyang, a black-faced and white-eyed man on the side, punched Situ Hong in the bag.

Situ Hong only felt that his brain was dizzy, and he fainted.

"King Qingyan, what do you want this person for? Zou Boyang said in a deep voice.

"Brother Zou, don't you know, although this person's cultivation is not high, he has Cangyan secret art. I see that his Cangyan secret technique has also practiced some pure colors, let's find a way to set out this secret technique and dedicate it to the palace master, you and I will be a great achievement. Fang Tongguang said.

"I still don't know something. Zou Boyang frowned slightly, "King Qingyan, your cultivation is not lower than him, why do you still ask me for help?" I thought it was some kind of master like the Sword Pavilion Master, but I didn't expect it to be a mid-stage Immortal Venerable. ”

"With the strength of your Qingyan King, isn't it easy to deal with this person, why do you want to ask me to share your credit?"

"Brother Zou, today I will tell you a secret, don't tell it to others. Fang Tongguang said in a low voice.

"Cangyan Secret Technique is powerful, but it also has its weaknesses. Whoever cultivates Cangyan well, then he can have a great advantage over those who cultivate the same secret arts. ”

"Although I am one level higher than him, I am only Qingyan, he is Cangyan, but I have no advantage over him. That's why I asked your brother to come out and help me. ”

As for this, Kaishan Fist understood Fang Tongguang's intentions.

Immediately, the two of them returned to the barbarian camp together.

It is said that after Situ Hong set off for Feihu Mountain, Pang Yun was also going to Tianshuimen.

But as soon as the two of them went together, the White Flame Hall lost its guarding power.

So he sent his two apprentices to go, and now Pang Yun is sitting in the sect in the White Flame Palace.

After about half a day, the two disciples sent to Tianshuimen also returned, but Situ Hong did not return for a long time.

Pang Yun wondered if there would be something that would delay Situ Hong, so he continued to wait.

After a few more hours, Situ Hong's people were still missing, and Pang Yun was a little worried.

I thought that if Situ Hong had any urgent matter, he would not go back to the sect to inform him, and there was no one to report it, this was never a thing.

"Where has the hall master gone? Why don't you even have a letter?" Pang Yun wondered.

"Elder Pang!"

A disciple ran over from a distance and bowed to Pang Yun.

"Elder Pang, there is a guest outside the door who asks to see the hall master. ”

"Guest?" Pang Yun was stunned, the White Flame Hall hadn't had any guests for a long time.

He immediately asked, "What does the guest look like?"

"A young man with gray hair, dressed in black gauze, and carrying a sword with a jet-black scabbard in his hand. In a few words, the disciple told the guest what he liked.

After listening to the disciple's description, Pang Yun was also puzzled.

The person who is dressed in this appearance has never seen it himself, could it be someone who Situ Hong is sturdy outside?

As soon as he thought of this, Pang Yun said, "You go and prepare first, and then I will go to meet the guest." ”

After a while, Pang Yun came to the meeting room.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw the young man in black gauze sitting on a wooden chair drinking tea, and the sword was placed horizontally on the table.

Seeing this young man, Pang Yun felt a little familiar between his eyebrows, but he couldn't remember when and where he had seen this person.

"In Xia Pang Yun, didn't you ask Daoist friends?" Pang Yun asked.

"Elder Pang, Lin Huafu has been a hundred years now. The young man put down the teacup and smiled at Pang Yun.

This smile made Pang Yun suddenly remember.

The young man in front of him is a chivalrous righteous man he met in Lin Huafu a hundred years ago - Yan Nanming.

"Yan Shaoxia, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, the old man misses it very much!" Pang Yunxi couldn't help but be happy, when did this Yan Nanming come to the Eastern Regions, "When did Daoyou come to the Eastern Territory?"

"Haha, it won't be long before that, that is, the work of the past few days. Yan Nanming laughed and made a gesture at Pang Yun.

When the disciples on the side saw this scene, they couldn't help but have doubts.

Great Elder Pang Yun has never been smiling, and he never likes to be in shape.

But when I met this young man surnamed Yan today, I smiled so happily.

But they didn't know that a hundred years ago, in Lin Hua's mansion, there was a contact between Pang Yun and this Yan Nanming.

And it was that time that Yan Nanming's skills overwhelmed the crowd and saved many good players, including Pang Yun, at that time.

If you want to ask who this Yan Nanming is? This person is not small.

In the current continent, the strongest sect is none other than the Heavenly Dragon Sect, and only the mysterious Northern Netherworld Sect can be compared with it.

However, these two sects have a transcendent status and never appear easily on the mainland.

If you ask the strongest sect that exchanges on the mainland are commonplace, and you can see and touch them. It is none other than the Sword Pavilion located at the junction of the Central and Southern Regions.

On the list of the eight grades of the ancient times, there are two sects of the eight grades, the Tianlong Sect and the Northern Hell Sect, but the Seventh Rank Sect is only one of the Sword Pavilion.

The pavilion inheritance also has a history of more than 2,000 years, and the master created by itself is also a peerless powerhouse who is famous on the side.

Bai Zhou, the contemporary Sword Pavilion Master, is a first-class master in the late stage of Xianzun, and his strength can be compared with Chu Si'an and Xuan Qingyang.

And this Yan Nanming is a junior disciple of the contemporary pavilion master Bai Zhou, and he is also a master of the late stage of Xianzun.

Known as a swordsman, Yan Nanming.

Pang Yun and Yan Nanming had a very happy conversation, and the two chatted for more than an hour.

Gradually, it was getting late, Pang Yun set up a banquet, and the two continued to talk.

After three rounds of drinking, Pang Yun, who hadn't drunk for a long time, couldn't help but drink a few more glasses.

Wine can help the fun, Pang Yun's face was slightly drunk, but the immortal venerable cultivation was enough to keep him awake.

"I haven't seen the young man for a long time, please stay in the house for a few more days. Pang Yun said.

"Thank you Elder Pang for your kindness, but this time, it is a second thing to talk about, and Nan Ming has one more thing to tell Elder Pang. Yan Nanming put down the wine glass and chopsticks and said.

"Oh? Pang Yun said.

"Elder Pang, is the Situ Hong Hall Master of the White Flame Hall out and hasn't returned?" Yan Nanming asked.

"Yes, I guess I have something to do outside, and the person with the message hasn't arrived yet. Pang Yun said.

"If the young man wants to see the hall master, then please wait a few days. ”

Yan Nanming waved his hand and said, "No, no, it's not that I want to see Lord Situ. Instead, the master of Situ Hall fell for the trick of the traitor and was captured by the master of the barbarian witch army. ”

"What!" Pang Yun was shocked when he heard this.

Situ Hong was captured by a barbarian witch master? This incident was unexpected.

"This, this ......" Rao is Pang Yun, and at this time he couldn't help but feel a big mess in his heart.

I tried to ease my nerves, and then I stabilized my emotions.

"Yan Shaoxia, do you know who the villain's name is?"

"I do know that there are four sub-battalions in the Barbarian Witch Army, namely the four battalions of Dragon, Tiger, Wolf and Leopard. Among them, the leopard battalion is some strange people, the wolf battalion is some lone rangers, and the tiger battalion is the army we see, and there are various branches in it, so I will not repeat them one by one. ”

"What is left of this is the Dragon Camp, which is a group of heroes formed by the top Demon Venerable masters (Immortal Venerable of the Ancient Continent, Cultivating Demon Venerable of the Barbarian Witch Continent). Yan Nanming came one by one.

"When I came just now, I saw that there were two demon venerables of the barbarian witch army hurrying away with a cloth bag, I thought they were ordinary bandits, so I wanted to teach a little lesson. ”

Pang Yun listened to Yan Nanming's speech and did not interrupt him.

I wanted to tease them, but I didn't expect that these two people were not ordinary bandits, but two big masters. Especially the black-faced and white-eyed man, the fierceness of his fists is still fresh in my memory. ”

Yan Nanming thought of the Kaishan boxing Zou Boyang, and his face was also surprised.

"Yan Shaoxia, is it in that cloth bag, but is it the Situ Hall Master?" asked Pang Yun.

"Yes, yes. Yan Nanming said, "I made a move, although those two people are also good hands, but I took it back and snatched the cloth bag back." ”

"I shook off the two of them all the way, entered a cave and opened the cloth bag, and found that it was actually the master of the Situ Palace. ”

"Yan Shaoxia, how is the hall master and the others now?" Pang Yun asked eagerly.

"It's okay, it's just that he is seriously injured and can't move, so I will hide the master of Situ Hall in a mountain and ask someone to take care of him. Yan Nanming said, "After some time, the elder can send someone to pick up the Situ Hall Master." ”

Yan Nanming said this, and Pang Yun's originally hanging heart was also put down at this time.

He took a long breath, these were saved by Yan Nanming again.

"Young man's great grace, Pang Yun remembered it in his heart. ”

Pang Yun was speechless, so he could only take a glass of wine and drink it all to show that he did not forget his great kindness.

"No need, now that the continental war is imminent, my masters from all walks of life in the ancient world will definitely help each other. Yan Nanming said.

He has such a heart, free and uninhibited, and helping him is a righteous act in his opinion, and he has never thought about what others want to report.

Situ Hong met Zou Boyang and Fang Tongguang alone, and was successfully attacked by a sneak attack and could not afford to be seriously injured.

And Yan Nanming met two people halfway, and finally snatched Situ Hong back, and also threw the two away, so that he didn't know where he was.

The strength of the swordsman can be seen.

After going back and forth, Yan Nanming couldn't excuse Pang Yun's warm persuasion, and finally settled in the White Flame Palace.

It was night, Yan Nanming couldn't stay idle in the room, so he came out to wander around in some places in the White Flame Palace.

Those disciples who were on vigil and patrol also knew who Yan Nanming was, but no one would stop him wherever he went.

Yan Nanming was strolling around, and suddenly heard the sound of weapons cutting through the air.

He wondered in his heart, who was still practicing martial arts diligently at this time?

He has excellent hearing, and he can find the source by following the sound.

From a distance, I saw a young man flickering on a barren grass hill.

It can flash several times in a single breath, and each stop is an action, and the move is very peculiar.

Yan Nanming's breathing technique was extremely well practiced, even if he was standing behind a tree more than twenty steps away and looking at this young man, this young man didn't notice that there was someone behind him.

Yan Nanming looked at it like this for a while, and he saw that this young man was holding a short sword, but the tricks he used were completely different from the previous version of the swordsmen on the mainland.

He Yan Nanming has traveled to the mainland for a hundred years, what swordsmanship has he not seen?

Some of the swordsmanship is weird, some are righteous, some are bright and some are cold and gray, but these swordsmanship are not like the tricks made by the young man in front of him.

Every move and style is full of killing intent, and the frontal raid is like a storm, but there is no lack of assassination, which is very peculiar.

"Little brother, your move just now was a little earlier, if you leave some space in your body, then you can take the second sword much more calmly. ”

Xu Xian Kill suddenly stopped his figure and turned around to look.

I saw a man with slightly gray hair in black gauze, holding a sword, leaning against a tree and looking at him.

The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, and there is still a little smile on his face.

Seeing this young man, Xu Xin, who had always been very calm, couldn't help but be surprised.

"When was this person by my side?" Xu Xian thought to himself.

Approaching him silently, he didn't even notice from beginning to end, that he was here in time.

"Who is Your Excellency?" asked Xu Xinshu.

"My name is Yan Nanming. Yan Nanming also replied with a big grin, he never cared whether he used a fake name to walk on the mainland.

He has a bold and uninhibited personality and acts in a chic manner, and all parties on the mainland also praise him.

Yan Nanming?Xu Xian was suspicious in his heart, he had never heard of this name.

It's no wonder that Xu Xian has never heard of Yan Nanming's name, he is focused on assassinating the people who confess to him, and in addition to this, he is not immersed in penance or penance.

Like a scholar, he doesn't listen to anything outside the window, and only reads the books of the sages.

I don't know some rumors from the outside world, which is also reasonable.

Yan Nanming saw that Xu Xian didn't react when he heard his name, but he didn't take it to heart.

Fame is nothing but something outside of his body.

"How long have you been watching me just now?" asked Xu Xinshu.

"Soon, it started with that lone eagle rushing into the river. Yan Nanming said.

The so-called Lone Eagle Chongjiang is talking about a move when Xu Xian killed Fang when he practiced assassination.

Maybe that trick is not called this name, but the shape and meaning are similar, and Yan Nanming is called that.