The sisters of the Han family thought carefully that Wu Liang didn't pay attention to it, and they didn't have the time to care.

And Han Cuihong hasn't mentioned this since she said she was leaving last time, as if nothing had happened.

Wu Liang didn't stay at home in the past few days, and spent most of his time meditating at the top of Tianshen Peak.

It wasn't until the tenth day from Liu Wuchen's departure that Wu Liang, who was meditating on the top of the mountain, suddenly moved, opened his eyes and muttered, "Have you finally moved?" ”

……

Qinjiang, a small town with a population of less than 10,000.

Poor, backward, and featureless, this is Qinjiang.

In the past, a living person would be surprised, but today the residents of Qinjiang Town are surprised to find that there seem to be many strangers in the town.

These strangers are either suits and leather shoes, or green clothes and robes, and carry long swords and short knives, each of them looks unique and particularly eye-catching.

"Are they filming?"

Some townspeople are puzzled, backwardness means ignorance, residents of big cities may know about martial artists, but no one in Qinjiang, a poor rural area, will pay attention to what a martial artist is.

These all kinds of martial artists are filming in their eyes, otherwise normal people would do this.

In a mountain bag more than ten miles away from Qinjiang Town, Liu Wuchen's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "Okay, very good!" Can anyone tell me how this news got out? ”

Several martial artists who were swept by Liu Wuchen's gloomy gaze trembled, and hurriedly shook their heads to indicate that they didn't know.

"Okay, Lao Liu, forget it if you can't hide it, and besides, we don't want to hide it from others."

Chen Jiyuan, whose face was slightly pale, waved his hand disapprovingly, and said with a light smile: "A group of small miscellaneous fish is not worth your anger. If they don't listen to the dissuasion and have to force their way into the ruins, I am afraid that the changes in the Longmen ruins will happen again today. ”

"Humph! Who cares about their life or death! The key is whether these bastards will disrupt our deployment, don't look at their strength. The troublemakers are not bad. ”

Liu Wuchen scolded hatefully, and then said dissatisfiedly: "Why hasn't Tan Yiming's old thing arrived yet?" ”

"Hahaha, old ghost Liu, I'm not older than you in terms of age, so leave the title of old thing to yourself."

As the words came, a group of more than ten people on the other side of the mountain bag quickly rushed over.

The old man in the lead walked in a tiger's step, and every step he took fell to the ground and a pair of footprints fell deeply. The face of the national character has a strong sense of majesty, and a pair of eyes flickering from time to time.

The old man had slightly gray hair and was wearing a navy blue robe. The robes were washed a little whitish.

As soon as he saw Liu Wuchen coming, he snorted lightly and sneered: "Pretend!" Old Ghost Tan, you can also step on the mud with your feet, and show your majesty to whom. ”

"Huh. It's good that our old Tan can step on the mud. I'm afraid that some people will not even be able to step on the mud when they are old. ”

Tan Yiming replied quietly, and without waiting for Liu Wuchen to refute, he yawned and said lazily: "Old Chen, your Shenwu Department promised me that the news would not be leaked, so you have to give me an explanation." ”

"Joke! I'll give you an explanation, who knows if the road is passed on by you, the old ghost! Zhenlongtang oolong is mixed, there are everything, and the ghost knows which powerful spy in the road has passed the news out. ”

"Liu Wuchen! What do you mean! ”

"You know what I mean......

"Alright, you all have to say less. When you first came, you made a joke for these juniors? Chen Jiyuan rubbed his temples. said with a sad face: "It's better to think about what to do next, don't end up making a wedding dress for someone else." ”

"The three of us join forces, who can take advantage of us!" Tan Yiming looked proud, because he had the ability to be proud, the third on the list, the head of Zhenlongtang, and any name could frighten those little warriors.

Chen Jiyuan was not as confident as him, and seeing that Tan Yiming was disdainful of others, he couldn't help but strike: "The old ghosts of the Honghu family are also here, and the short-lived guys in Linhai Club don't know where to hide and watch the show, do you think the three of us can really be invincible?" ”

Hearing Chen Jiyuan mention the other three major potentials, Tan Yiming, who was still proud just now, suddenly changed his face, but he still snorted strongly: "Come on, I'm afraid they won't succeed!" ”

"Cut, you old thing, just blow it! It's not just them who came, there are other strong people who can't get it. "Liu Wuchen saw the stitches, and if he could hit Tan Yiming, he would hit Tan Yiming a few words, anyway, this guy didn't have a good relationship with him.

Tan Yiming was just about to fight back, but suddenly his face changed, and he exclaimed: "Southern Fist!" ”

"What!"

Not only him, but also those innate powerhouses in the Shenwu Department and Zhenlong Hall all had drastic changes in their faces, and their eyes all converged on the thin figure in the distance.

Nanquan Grandmaster, martial arts mythology.

Don't look at what Liu Wuchen said in front of Wu Liang, in fact, he and Chen Jiyuan were almost beaten into pigs' heads when they joined forces.

The first grandmaster, the only lone wanderer of the seven great grandmasters, a pair of iron fists shocked the thirty-six provinces of China.

Even a top grandmaster powerhouse like Tan Yiming is jealous, which shows the power of Southern Fist.

At this moment, when I heard Tan Yiming say that the Nanquan Grandmaster had also arrived, everyone's faces changed drastically, and several people who had never seen the Nanquan Grandmaster looked incredulous.

That thin old man who seems to be able to be blown away by a gust of wind will be the Southern Fist Grandmaster?

"Why is he here?"

Liu Wuchen muttered, watching the Nanquan Grandmaster stop and close his eyes and meditate on another hill in the distance, he suddenly trembled, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, isn't this old thing in retreat in Southern Xinjiang?" Which bastard got the news out of him! ”

"Bastard!"

Tan Yiming cursed in a low voice, and he didn't know whether Lu Dao was scolding Liu Wuchen or Nanquan, anyway, the old man was in a very unhappy mood now.

What is the name of the grandmaster of Nanquan, most of them have forgotten, and it is impossible for the general grandmaster to be compared with the name of Nanquan for the title of the grandmaster.

Don't look at Tan Yiming's third place on the list, but if you really want to say that the gap between him and the Nanquan Grandmaster is like a moat, he is not necessarily the opponent of Nanquan.

And none of the few people present could force out the full strength of Nanquan, even Liu Wuchen said that he had fought with Nanquan, it was just a competition between the grandmaster of Nanquan and them back then.

If you really want to make a move, let alone Liu Wuchen, the three of them are not that sure when they join forces.

When Liu Wuchen and the others were not famous, Nanquan killed a strong grandmaster with three punches.

Under normal circumstances, such strong people are not interested in the ruins, they are pursuing a higher realm, who knows that Lu Dao actually lured this old ghost out this time.

The faces of the three grandmasters were ugly, but no one was idle and had nothing to do to provoke Nanquan, and they couldn't afford to anger that guy.

"Ha Luha, Brother Tan, Brother Liu, Brother Chen, you are also here?"

Following Nanquan as he spoke, dozens of people from another line also galloped over.

Many warriors who did not dare to step forward in the distance suddenly made an uproar, and someone shouted excitedly: "Oh my God! The Seven Great Masters are actually here, is this ruin better than the Dragon Gate Ruins back then? ”

"No, the Dragon Gate Ruins are the top of the seventh level, and they can even reach the eighth level of the Ruins, how is this possible?"

"How is it impossible, even the Southern Fist Grandmaster is here, do you think that the ordinary seventh-level relics can attract him?"

……

Liu Wuchen and the others didn't care about the exclamations of others, and when they heard the words of the visitor, Tan Yiming frowned, and said unhappily: "This is what we discovered, I should ask you this, right?" ”

"Brother Tan is not right to say this, the relics are treasures left by the ancestors, and they do not belong to a certain person."

Hong Qingzhong snorted, glanced at Nanquan who was meditating with his eyes closed in the distance, and said with a low smile: "Besides, the bosses of Nanquan are here, it shouldn't be too much for us to have a good time, right?" ”

"Damn! Did you inform him? As soon as Hong Qingzhong finished speaking, Liu Wuchen was furious, and scolded: "Old ghost Hong, do you think the three of you will win if you join forces?" I'm in a hurry, believe it or not......"

"Believe it or not? You bite me? ”

Hong Qingzhong's underbeaten appearance made Liu Wuchen angry, but Hong Qingzhong didn't care about his anger, Liu Wuchen ranked the most on the list, and he was the best bully among the seven great grandmasters.

Persimmon picks a soft pinch, if you don't pinch Liu Wuchen, can't you pinch Tan Yiming and Chen Jiyuan, these two old things are the masters of the third or fourth ranking, and he doesn't have the confidence to beat them.

Just when everyone was talking about cannons, many warriors came one after another.

At this moment, there are more than fifty innate powerhouses gathered here alone, which is unimaginable in normal times.

The seven great masters, dozens of innates, hundreds of acquires, almost brought together one-third of Huaxia's combat power.

Seeing that time was passing little by little, and the surrounding warriors were gradually showing impatience, Hong Qingzhong couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Everyone, isn't it time to open the entrance to the ruins?" ”

"Hmph, you're easy! If I don't go in today, it's just not cheap, you bastard! ”

Hong Qingzhong's face changed, his face was cold, and he snorted lightly: "Liu Wuchen, it seems that it is not your turn to speak!" ”

"Fart! Old stuff, you want to try it with your hands? ”

Liu Wuchen was furious, Hong Qingzhong was not ranked one higher than himself, and he was not even afraid of Tan Yiming, how could he be afraid of this guy.

"How about trying, I'm afraid that you won't be able to enter the ruins and die." Hong Qingzhong sneered, his momentum awe-inspiring.

The sword on the field suddenly became tense, Chen Jiyuan's face was also extremely ugly, and the Hong family didn't know what benefits Lu Dao had gained in the ruins over the years, and where did Hong Qingzhong get the confidence to provoke their martial arts.

The seven great grandmasters, except for the lone traveler Nanquan, all of their five powerful forces have strong grandmasters, and the Shenwu Department can only rank first in Huaxia because of the monopoly of two people.

Even if Liu Wuchen's combat power is not top-notch, he is also a strong grandmaster, and he is not weaker than Hong Qingzhong, why does Hong Qingzhong dare to provoke him again and again.

The scene was silent for a while, Tan Yiming's eyes flickered, but he didn't stand up to speak.

The two grandmasters of the Hu family and Linhai Society on Hong Qingzhong's side also yawned and watched the show, looking like they wanted to see the showdown of the grandmasters.

"Enough!"

Just when Liu Wuchen's momentum soared, a soft shout sounded, and the momentum of the two of them soaring to the extreme actually trembled and almost collapsed. (To be continued......)