The mountain gate of Shushan is shaky in the wind and snow.

A chariot broke through the void from the dome and landed in front of the mountain gate.

Zhu Mi sat on the chariot with an indifferent expression, surrounded by sword qi and frost and snow.

As the power of the Nirvana realm, he has never come forward, and due to the express restrictions of the iron law of the Great Sui, Zhu Mi cannot easily attack the mundane......

But the arrival of a Nirvana has broken the peaceful pattern of the Western Territory.

After the chariot, there were dozens of disciples of Little Wuliang Mountain.

On Zhu Mi's left, the man in green shirt stepping on the purple gourd jumped off the treasure, and the gourd shrank and shrunk into a fist-sized wine jug hanging from his waist.

The dozens of disciples, stepping on the flying sword, in line with his posture, fell to the ground one after another, and the flying sword shrank and fell into his waist.

He is the master of the small mountain of the Little Infinite Mountain.

In fact, the process of the candidate for this position is quite tortuous.

Three years ago, Xiao Wuliang Mountain originally selected a holy son, but that holy son was directly killed by Ning Yi with a flying sword in the Lotus Dojo...... Since then, the position of the Son has been vacant.

I really can't find it, so I can only hang it empty.

The Holy Son is vacant, but the position of the mountain lord that should have been inherited by the Holy Son is a real position and cannot be vacant.

In these hundreds of years, there has never been a holy mountain that has so often encountered the shame of the Son being slain.

Xu Zang climbed the mountain and killed Xiao Wuliang Mountain once.

Then ten years later, he smashed and killed the starfish king, and climbed the mountain to invite the mountain master to die.

Later, Ning Yi, who took over the fine snow, killed two Xiao Wuliang Mountain Holy Sons with swords in a row within three years.

The Son hangs in the air.

The lord of the hill must not be left alone.

In the end, "Shu Xinjun" stood up, this man in a green shirt who didn't look amazing, stayed in the Destiny Star Realm for a long time, evaded Xu Zang's two liquidations, and finally took over this real job after breaking through the Star Monarch Realm.

And inviting Zhu Mi out of the mountain is also the idea of "Shu Xinjun".

After Zhu Mi came out of the mountain, the first thing he did was to give the "Shu Xianjun" Dayan Sword Array!

With the blessing of this sword array, even if the strength of the bundle is placed among the Star Monarchs of the entire Great Sui, it is also first-class, not inferior to the Star Monarch of the Sea Covering the Sea back then.

Looking at the luck of the little Wuliang Mountain in the past 20 years...... can only be described in the words "miserable".

And the culprits of all this are actually two people.

Xu Zang, Ning Yi.

The two junior uncles of Shushan forced this holy mountain into a desperate situation and almost withdrew from the stage of the Western Realm, and in the end they could only ask Nirvana to come out of the coffin eight hundred years ago in order to reverse their luck...... At this point, there is no room for resolving the grievances between the two mountains.

The so-called conflict in the western frontier is not a lie.

It's just a matter of time.

Wen Tao's theft of the Holy Tomb is, in the final analysis, just an excuse.

When the "three stars" of Xiao Wuliang Mountain grow up, Zhu Mi will still find an excuse to "visit".

The prince hopes that the western realm will be peaceful, and there will be no turmoil before the crusade against Liuli Mountain, Zhu Mi, who has just experienced the northern meeting, naturally knows this truth, the Red Breeze River is above, and the Tiandu Imperial City is still the master who knows everything.

Even if he is there in person, he must not act lightly, otherwise he will be sanctioned if he breaks the iron law.

The thousand hands of Shushan have been in retreat, and it is said that they are trying to impact Nirvana, and if they succeed, then they may not be able to take advantage of it in the future.

Zhu Mi smiled slightly.

Today...... It's an auspicious day.

Suitable for smashing the mountain gate.

......

......

The three stars of the small Wuliang Mountain fell to the ground.

Most of the vacant positions of the Holy Son will be inherited by the three of them.

Zhu Mi, who was sitting on the chariot, stood up and walked down the steps.

He looked at the two stone pillars of Shushan Mountain Gate standing between heaven and earth, and the stone pillars in his impression were no different, since the lock cultivation, he has been born several times, eight hundred years ago, he was also a brilliant sword immortal, but a few times he was born, have suffered a great blow.

Once, it was Lu Sheng, the mountain lord from Shushan.

Zhu Mi went out of the mountain once in the era of the Four Grandmasters of the Great Sui, and soon returned in disgrace.

Taizong, Lu Sheng, Ye Changfeng, and the black robe, the talents of these four people are too terrifying, invincible, and already invincible, he chose the wrong era.

It is even unimaginable that there is a "Southern Xinjiang Yu Qingshui" who is as evil as them, and died early in the realm of the fate star.

Zhu Mi looked at the Shu Mountain in front of him, now it is a different scenery, cold and deserted, no longer in the grand state of the past, he is in a good mood, and he can't help but sneer: "Zhu Mi is still there, where is Lu Sheng?"

It's already turned into a handful of loess.

Let you be amazed for a lifetime, invincible for 500 years, what?

I Zhu Mi will come out of the coffin again, and you Lu Sheng will be dead!

He suddenly frowned, looking at the distance of the mountain gate, in the misty snow and mist of Shu Mountain, there was a young man with a long sword on his back, stepping on the stone steps, and slowly walked out.

Shu Xinjun raised his eyebrows.

The young Samsung looked solemn and stared at the direction of the Shushan Mountain Gate.

The young man was dressed in a pitch-black fox fur, his face was slightly yellow, and he looked a little sickly, but if you look closely, you will find that the roots and bones are condensed and as strong as King Kong.

The young man, rubbing his hands, soaking in heat, stepped on the snow and walked from the stone steps of Shu Mountain, his expression was indifferent, calm, after going down the mountain, standing in front of the mountain gate, looking up at the "uninvited guests" of Xiao Wuliang Mountain, there was no slightest nervousness...... Seeing this scene, Zhu Mi's expression showed a trace of unhappiness.

You see, standing in front of him is a nirvana.

Gu Xiaoyu said calmly: "Are you the comrades of Xiao Wuliang Mountain?"

Zhu Mi looked at the junior coldly, with his identity and status, he naturally disdained to answer the descendants of the Nine Realms.

Shu Xinjun smiled and stepped forward.

He looked at the cunning teenager, and a series of thoughts crossed his mind.

Wen Tao used a trick in Xiao Wuliang Mountain, pretending to set up a war book, provoking Samsung, and wanting to steal the Holy Tomb, Xiao Wuliang Mountain's army of guilt came to him, and the young man surnamed Gu pretended to be calm and tried in vain to get closer.

Fellow ...... Who is your fellow worker?

Shu Xinjun said indifferently: "Your Excellency is a disciple of Wind Thunder Mountain?"

Gu Xiaoyu nodded and said, "Exactly." ”

Shu Xinjun also nodded, without giving Gu Xiaoyu any chance to react, and said directly: "It's you, who sent a war letter to my little Wuliang Mountain, and want to challenge the 'three stars'?"

Wen Tao's fake war letter.

It is the reason why Xiao Wuliang Mountain came to the door today.

Since Gu Xiaoyu admitted that he was a disciple of Wind Thunder Mountain, he could not be allowed to refute in the slightest.

Shu Xinjun looked at the young man with satisfaction.

But......

Gu Xiaoyu's expression did not change in the slightest.

It was indifferent, and even a little numb.

He held down the "Broken Frost" with one hand, hummed perfunctorily, and plunged the scabbard of the heavy sword into the snow.

Looking at the sword cultivators of the Little Wuliang Mountain.

The voice was a little loose, even a little sleepy.

Gu Xiaoyu yawned.

"Well, yes. ”

"I'm the one who wrote the war. ”

......

......

After receiving such an answer, Shu Xinjun was stunned for a few seconds, he looked seriously at the young man in front of him with his hands pressed on the hilt of the big sword, and finally there was some sadness in his eyes.

In this case, there is no need to twist cause and effect anymore.

Shu Xinjun said coldly: "Wind and thunder valley light rain, you enter my holy mountain and provoke disciples, what crime do you know?"

Gu Xiaoyu smiled, "What's the crime?"

Shu Xinjun frowned and reprimanded angrily: "The crime of insulting the reputation of my holy mountain." ”

Gu Xiaoyu scratched her hair and said curiously: "Insult your reputation...... How did that letter of war insult your reputation?"

Shu Xinjun fell silent for a moment.

He was so angry that he almost burst into anger, and the viciousness of the words in that war letter was only seen in his life.

How do you want him to speak?

Do you have to say it yourself?

Just when the two sides are deadly silent—

Behind Gu Xiaoyu, at the end of the wind and snow in Shu Mountain, a somewhat embarrassed sturdy figure walked over, Su Fu coughed, held a tattered parchment scroll, and chanted loudly: "The dispute in the Western Realm has been going on for many years, and the world thinks that there are many sword cultivation in Xiao Wuliang Mountain, but in fact it is wrong. Although there are many sword cultivators, but the earth chicken and tile dog are also, covering the sea star, a sword for my Shu Mountain, the master of the immeasurable mountain, and then a sword ......"

Only two sentences were read.

The people and horses of Xiao Wuliang Mountain, every disciple, their faces turned pale and pale.

At the beginning, Su Fu declared war at the gate of Xiao Wuliang Mountain, and as soon as he shouted to the Covering Sea Xingjun, he was chased and killed, and fled all the way.

"The fine snow of Shu Mountain has changed hands, the new uncle, the frost kills the grass, the heart of the holy son of the small Wuliang Mountain is higher than the sky, and his life is cheaper than the ants, he has repeatedly provoked and died repeatedly, and since then the holy mountain has been extinct, not to blame others, only to blame himself ......"

Thinking of this, Su Fu's mouth also trembled.

It's so vicious......

He was worried that Zhu Mi would shoot directly and shoot himself to death.

But that Nirvana could still hold on, but his expression was gloomy and he spoke coldly.

"Enough. ”

How could Zhu Mi let Su Fu finish reading this war letter.

He was condescending, looked at Gu Xiaoyu, and said, "I won't deceive you, since you admit that this war letter was issued by you, then you will get what you want...... Today I will make an appointment to fight here. ”

Gu Xiaoyu still had that extremely calm expression.

The young man asked, "If it's a battle, what's the stake?"

Zhu Mi was wrapped in a coat, and he looked down at the young man, "If you lose, I want Shushan to hand over the one surnamed Wen, or hand over the Dragon Quest of Lao Longshan." ”

Gu Xiaoyu smiled: "What if I win?"

Zhu Mi just smiled, didn't say anything, and turned back to the chariot.

Shu Xinjun raised his hand, and among the three stars, the white robe standing in the middle slowly stepped forward and came to Gu Xiaoyu.

Gu Xiaoyu smiled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, my challenge is the three-star of Little Wuliang Mountain." ”

The white-robed young man frowned, "I'm the third ...... in the celestial stars. ”

Gu Xiaoyu stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him, he shook his head and smiled: "I have heard for a long time that there are three very young kendo geniuses in Xiao Wuliang Mountain, it is rare to meet, and they are all here." ”

He paused, smiling and looking at the other two teenagers.

"Let's go together. ”

There was a dead silence.

Even Su Fu was shocked by Gu Xiaoyu's courage at this moment.

The yellow-faced and thin-skinned young man, whose sideburns were blown by the wind and snow at the moment, raised the broken frost with one hand, aimed the blade at the sky, and said indifferently: "Back then, my uncle topped the Lotus Pavilion Star List, and I am the same today." ”

The black robe swirled in the wind and snow.

Gu Xiaoyu was calm, his body burned with golden flames, and a golden god that did not belong to the Nine Realms at all rose from behind him.

The young man laughed and said, "Let's ask who is the star today?"