"You can't say that, if you see it so thoroughly, wouldn't you all go to Wutai Mountain to become a monk? I think you are just old and dying, and you are complaining here, if you don't want to watch the battle between the two grandmasters, I will have a good fight with you today." ”

The strong man drank an amazing amount of wine, bowl by bowl, and after a while, he drank a jar of fine wine cleanly, his eyes were still bright, and he waved his hand to greet Xiao Er: "Xiao Er will give me again, the daughter of the five altars is red, this wine is strong." ”

"Okay, guest officer, wait a minute, come right away. ”

The old man looked at the strong man's thick arms, shook his head and stopped talking.

And the strong man went down with the wine, and the conversation was strong.

Pulling a young man with a long sword next to him, he chattered.

"You're here to watch the game, too. ”

"Who isn't?"

The young man replied a little impatiently, took his common hand and drew a circle in the air, and said with a smile: "Look around here, which one is not?"

The inn, which can accommodate dozens of people, is already full of guests, each of whom is holding a sword and a sword, and his face is indifferent, full of the meaning of people in the rivers and lakes.

The sweaty shopkeeper did not have the flexibility and cleverness of the past, and unless ordered by a guest, he would huddle by the counter of the inn and dare not interject.

And farther away, the inns around Wutai Mountain are all full, and every inn is like this with a sword and a cold face.

This was originally a small town at the foot of Wutai Mountain, and in the past, there were more than ten inns, mainly for the convenience of pilgrims who went to Wutai Mountain to burn incense, but at this time it seemed cramped, and the grandmaster-level duel attracted all the people in the nearby rivers and lakes.

"Hey, who do you think will win this time?"

Someone whispered with excitement on his face, since the battle between the Overlord Sword King Chong and the Demon Sword Cover Mark three years ago, there has been no grandmaster-level figure fighting on the rivers and lakes.

For the top person above the clouds, a group of people in the rivers and lakes only have admiration and curiosity in their hearts.

"If you want me to say, that mysterious young man is very likely to win, he looks young, but most of the top characters can rejuvenate, maybe he is an old monster who came out of nowhere, didn't there be a fire monk in Shaolin decades ago, so that the whole Shaolin was hit hard? I heard that the fire foreman Tuo is best at the lion roar gong. ”

Someone whispered a secret from the past, attracting the attention of a group of people around him.

"I think that the victory rate of that mysterious young man is not high, what he did at the foot of Kunlun is indeed shocking, he can be regarded as a top-level figure in the martial arts, and all the characters who participated in the treasure competition were stunned with a roar, such an ability is indeed at the level of a land immortal, but it seems to be a step worse than the five great grandmasters. ”

Another middle-aged man spoke, his words were firm, unhurried, and he had a calm and calm bearing.

"Which of the five great masters is a figure spanning a hundred years, the earliest one who debuted began to walk the rivers and lakes at the age of thirteen, and the latest one was only in his twenties to walk the rivers and lakes, and now they are all close to a hundred years, which one is not experienced in a hundred battles, and there are fewer battles like various legends?"

"Yes, in this way, the Lion Roar King is indeed a cut behind them, the Sword King Chong broke the river with a sword, which made the Far Northern Barbarians sigh, and it is still a magical power admired by countless martial arts people. ”

"Buddhism Yuantong master for more than ten years of self-cultivation, not walking on the rivers and lakes, but in that year he also wrote a top legend, left an indelible imprint on the rivers and lakes, and then went to the glorious heyday, once a single person went deep into the western snow mountains, one person defeated dozens of secret Buddhist monks, so as to achieve his real Buddhism supernatural powers, a smile is still the pain in the heart of the western snowy mountains of secret Buddhism. ”

There was a lot of discussion around, and the young man in Taoist robe next to Tang Xuanming listened with interest for a while, and saw that Tang Xuanming was still that calm, staring at him with big eyes, and asked sideways: "Aren't you worried at all? Who will win between you and him?"

Tang Xuanming drank all the tea in front of him, and turned his head to look at Wutai Mountain, where a terrible spiritual storm had been condensed for a day, and that holy monk was already waiting for him.

Syllable!

The teacup was gently put down, a smile bloomed on Tang Xuanming's face, his movements were still not fast or slow, and he whispered to the young man next to him: "Build me another cup of tea." ”

The young man respectfully poured the tea, and when he looked up, the peerless young man in white in front of him had disappeared.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then he was happy.

"Am I free?"

Touched it in his arms, and stayed there from the Phoenix Treasure Book, this mastery that made the entire rivers and lakes crazy seemed to belong to him completely.

"Shall I run?"

Looking at the mist rising from the teacup in front of him, the young man could not suppress this idea in his heart.

Before the idea could be put into practice, the boy felt that the conversation around him suddenly quieted down, and the inn, which was originally extremely lively, was calm and unspeakable, as if he could hear the sound of his heart beating.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him in unison, and the old man's gaze, which he judged to have no martial arts cultivation, was as sharp as lightning, and his dry and thin palms gradually turned black, like iron hooks.

He was very knowledgeable from his family and could clearly distinguish that it was an abnormality that would only be revealed by the extremely profound level of the Claw Gong cultivation path.

That old man is also a first-class master.

The young man's body, which had originally stood up, fell silently, barely squeezing out a smile on his face, and stared blankly at the teacup in front of him.

Boom!

The sound of the sword unsheathed made people's scalps tingle, but it also made the blood of the people in the rivers and lakes gradually boil.

The rugged strong man didn't know when to stop drinking, and took out a spear from his seat, which was close to a foot long, and he stared at the boy with a cruel smile on his face, no longer as bold as before, but like a greedy hungry wolf on the prairie.

"Hand over the Emperor's Treasure Book, and I can give you a good time. ”

"Maoshan Zhang Qingyuan's son is actually a waste material who doesn't know martial arts?"

"Hehe, the Lion's Roar King went to Wutai Mountain to find Yuantong, no one can protect you. ”

The air seemed to freeze.

Grunt!

Zhang Longfei barely swallowed a mouthful of saliva, calming his wildly beating heart.

The madness of the group of people in front of him made him understand that this group of people had already seen through his identity, and they were just pretending to act before.

"Lion's Roar King, you have to come back alive!"

He prayed in his heart, his face gradually calmed down, and he forced a smile: "The Emperor's Treasure Book is in my arms, but he only has one copy, and there are so many characters present, I'm afraid it's not easy to divide!"

The legs under the table were shaking uncontrollably.