Noon.

The sun hung in the sky like a huge ball of fire, and the scorching sunlight poured down, scorching the earth, and even the oncoming wind carried a trace of scorching breath.

No one cares about that, though.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the young man by the river.

He sat there like a rock.

Minutes and seconds passed.

After the previous shooting, there have been no accidents.

Including Bai Xiaofeng and Uncle Bai, they were all standing in place.

Even though Bai Xiaofeng had some slight doubts and dissatisfaction in his heart, Uncle Bai didn't nod, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Call......

Quietly, the wind rose between heaven and earth.

In a short time, the wind was strong and the trees were rattling.

The sun is less scorching.

In the blue sky, a few dark clouds drifted out of nowhere, although they did not completely block the sun's brilliance, but they had already weakened the sunlight a lot.

The wind is getting stronger.

The clouds are getting thicker.

Such a vision of heaven and earth naturally attracted the attention of many people.

"What's the situation?"

"Could it be a thunderstorm?"

"! How is it possible, it is a man, not a beast, how can there be a thunderstorm? ”

"Then maybe, there hasn't been a grandmaster for many years, looking at this posture, it's very likely to be a thunderstorm."

……

The crowd was talking and insisting on their own words.

Ning Qinglian's face was expressionless, and she glanced back at Wang Zhong, and a trace of worry quietly flashed in the depths of her eyes.

It is true that such a thing as achieving a grandmaster has not happened for hundreds of years, just like a road full of thorns, no one has ever walked it.

If it's really a thunderstorm......

On the other side, Wang Bowen lit a cigarette with some anxiety, the wind was not small, the lighter was lit several times, he took two puffs, and asked Xiang Songhe, "What is the situation now?" ”

Songhe Daochang's face was a little puzzled, and he hesitated for a long time, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "Uh, probably, it's probably going to rain." ”

"Are you kidding me? It's raining on your sister! Wang Bowen shouted a little angrily.

Matsuru Daoist Songhe smiled bitterly, "To be honest, I don't know. After all, there has not been a grandmaster for hundreds of years, and Wang Yangming's vision when he became a grandmaster was that he was roaring in the dark, and his voice spread out for forty or fifty miles, and it was said that the sun on that day rose two hours earlier. ”

"Of course, this is just a statement in the book, and I don't know what it looks like."

Wang Bowen turned his head to look at Wang Zhong, his heart was in the air, and he clenched his teeth tightly.

……

"Third uncle, when are we going to do it?" Bai Xiaofeng asked softly.

At this time, he finally couldn't help it, and when he saw this strange celestial phenomenon, he also had irrepressible joy in his heart.

It's not necessarily a thunderstorm, but it's certainly not a good thing either......

"Wait a minute." Uncle Bai's tone was slightly loose.

At this moment, all his thoughts and thoughts were focused on the shadowless snake in the grass, and with all his strength, he sensed the changes in the qi around Wang Zhong's body.

He faintly felt that when the celestial phenomena changed, the aura on Wang Zhong's body fluctuated, and some subtle changes also occurred.

It's like a beast lurking in the mountains and forests, and suddenly there is a wave of resistance. The flow speed of the gas engine has been significantly accelerated.

Fast, not a good thing.

If the speed is too fast, you may get into an accident, but the speed of internal gas flow will increase, the rhythm will be disrupted, and the harmonious artistic conception will no longer exist.

When it comes sooner, perhaps, a flaw will be revealed.

Rumble......

There was a faint sound of thunder in the sky.

"It's really a thunderstorm." Someone exclaimed.

Hearing this, Ning Qinglian's silver teeth clenched, and she subconsciously squeezed the sword in her hand tightly.

And at this moment, a person quietly walked out of the crowd, and with a slight step, he stepped over the blood-stained ravine.

It was Uncle Bai.

Uncle Bai looked at her with a calm face and said softly, "You retreat, I don't want to kill anyone." ”

Ning Qinglian's pupils shrank.

For the first time.

For the first time, she felt an extremely strong threat, although this man was dressed very dirty, and he did not have any strong temperament.

But, she just sensed the threat.

Extremely strong threat.

Yang Yang the short sword in his hand, Ning Qinglian did not speak, and expressed her position with practical actions.

"Huh."

Uncle Bai smiled lightly and stopped talking.

He walked forward step by step, as if he regarded Ning Qinglian as air.

"Pick up the lotus leaf!"

Ning Qinglian drank clearly, countless sword lights flickered, and the light between heaven and earth brightened a lot.

This move, although it is not the strongest attack move, is a practical victory, both offensive and defensive, the attack is not weak, and the defense is also very impressive.

In front of this man, Ning Qinglian didn't dare to be careless.

In the sword light in the sky, the expression on Uncle Bai's face did not change at all, his body twisted strangely, and the whole person was like a snake, without half a bone on his body.

Three steps.

He stepped out of the sword light.

Between the two peasant-like fingers, there was a sharp sword.

Ning Qinglian's complexion changed greatly.

Even if she was reluctant, she had to admit in her heart that this man was not on the same level as herself at all.

Seeing this scene, Bai Xiaofeng, who was following Uncle Bai, clenched his fists tightly, his face was extremely excited, and he couldn't wait to raise his head to the sky.

See?

This is Uncle Bai!

People from my Bai family!

The coaxing genius boy of the Qin family died at the hands of Ning Qinglian, but Uncle Bai subdued this woman without much effort.

The people in the woods were all extremely puzzled.

Who is this man?

A young man in a long shirt standing in front of Uncle Bai just now, his two eyes were almost glaring out of his sockets, and he was secretly glad in his heart.

Seeing this man dressed in old-fashioned clothes before, I originally thought he was a nearby villager who came to see the excitement, but I wanted to scold him twice, but after thinking about it, I felt that talking to this kind of person was a bit out of identity, so I didn't say anything.

Now that I think about it, I just feel that my face is red.

This is a master of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

"Get out of the way, I won't hurt you." Slowly spit out a word, Uncle Bai's fingers loosened, and Ning Qinglian withdrew the sword.

At this time, Ning Qinglian also gave up his idea of martial arts competition, put away his sword, bent down, and suddenly bowed to him.

"I don't know who the predecessors are? The cultivation is so profound, but it has to target a young genius, it is a little too much, right? ”

Uncle Bai smiled indifferently, "My surname is Bai." ”

Ning Qinglian suddenly realized.

It dawned on everyone.

It turned out to be the Bai family!

The Bai family's previous bounty order was huge, and no one didn't know it, but now seeing this posture, everyone understands.

This is the Bai family sent someone to take revenge.

"Since the Bai family is a wealthy family, even if it is revenge, it is upright, and if you do this kind of thing to take advantage of people's danger, you are not afraid of the world's jokes?"

Uncle Bai was still smiling. "Don't be afraid. He became a grandmaster, and I'm afraid I won't be able to beat him. ”

Someone chuckled.

Ning Qinglian spontaneously felt powerless.

I can't beat it, and it doesn't work.

At this point, Ning Qinglian was already very sure in her heart that this person's goal was to take Wang Zhong's life, and there was no luck.

Taking a deep breath and snorting, Ning Qinglian tore off a strip of cloth from her body, tied the green silk on the back of her head into a ponytail, and raised her sword.

"I'm not an opponent of my predecessors, but, please!"

"Unless I'm dead, no one will be able to touch a single hair!"

The wind was blowing.

Ning Qinglian's extremely decisive words caused an uproar.

Many people are secretly guessing the identities of the two in their hearts.

Ning Qinglian's age is about thirty years old, and the young man by the river is at most twenty-three years old.

Is it really true love?

Before, Ning Qinglian made the impulse to fight with whoever dared to cross the line, but the crowd didn't feel anything.

After all, who doesn't have a few friends in life?

Even if you think about it, the two of them are old cows eating tender grass, so it's nothing. After all, the martial artist is much older than the average person, in his twenties and thirties, which is not too big a threshold.

But now, when Ning Qinglian said this, the taste would be different.

As the saying goes, husband and wife are birds in the same forest, and they fly separately at a critical juncture.

In ancient times, this was still the case, and for the children of the rivers and lakes now, a situation like Ning Qinglian is even rarer.

Feeling a lot of strange eyes on her, Ning Qinglian's whole person seemed to enter a wonderful state, and she groaned again, "Senior, please fight!" ”

Uncle Bai's face gradually became solemn.

At this time, Ning Qinglian was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and her whole temperament was extremely sharp.

The sharpness of the sword!

The persistence of the sword!

Pride of the sword!

The ...... of the sword Rather bend than bend!

"Okay." replied softly, and Uncle Bai acted quickly.

In an instant, his fists and feet flew rapidly, like a windmill turning with all its might, filled with a savage and violent momentum.

Dance of the Golden Serpent!

This is the real dance of the golden snake.

Ning Qinglian was forced to retreat step by step, in such a stormy attack, she didn't even have a chance to use her sword, she could only defend passively, retreating little by little.

Soon, he retreated two hundred meters.

The chief of Songhe gritted his teeth, took out a handful of dust out of nowhere, and quietly joined the battle group.

As a physiognomy master, he quietly divined a hexagram before, a very mysterious hexagram, roughly whether it is extremely Tailai, but there are also many variables in it.

It's just that at this juncture, the old Taoist priest can't take care of it so much. Seven days of getting along day and night, there is not much deep affection, but at least there is an incense love.

The soft whisk was infused with internal qi by him, and it was as straight as a hundred refined steel.

With him taking on some of the pressure, Ning Qinglian suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. Grit your teeth and gradually be able to make some counterattacks.

However, all the tricks seemed vulnerable to Uncle Bai, and he resolved them casually.

The two of them are just struggling to support.

It won't be long before they all fall back.

At this time, the most uncomfortable person on the field was not Ning Qinglian, nor Songhe Lao Dao, but Wang Bowen, who had already pushed Liu Xiaoxiao into the distance, and even roared.

And himself, with a gun in his hand, wanted to do his part.

Even if he is pointed out by a thousand people, he can't care about it so much.

But in fact, he didn't have a chance to shoot at all, the movements of the three of them were as fast as lightning, and they changed positions in an instant, and he was dizzy to watch.

What if you shoot rashly, what if you hit your own people?

Burst!

Songhe Lao Dao was kicked away, spurting out a mouthful of old blood, his white beard was dyed red, and he struggled on the ground a few times, but he couldn't get up.

"Damn, I'm fighting with you!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Bowen couldn't hold back any longer, like a madman, he barely saw the opportunity and rushed towards Uncle Bai. (To be continued.) )