The distance of one inch is very short, everyone's thoughts are very fast, there is no need to wait long, and it is less than a blink of an eye.

Everyone saw that Shan Wufeng blew into his fist, as if to blow off the dust on it.

Then, everyone's eyes are straighter.

Li Yunzhuang flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and no matter how much he shouted and roared, he couldn't slow down even a bit.

"What happened?"

"Am I dazzled?"

"Is this acting?"

It just so happened that the wind was blowing, and everyone felt messy.

Ximen Annihilation Star finally held the hilt of the sword, and Xu Liushan's bending over was also gaining momentum, which can be regarded as a strange move, what is the matter with this big man who claims to be windless? Blow!

Is that fairy?

Or is it too much of a mouth?

Or did the two discuss and act in a play for everyone to see?

There are many people who have the last idea, although Li Yunzhuang is so angry that he vomits a mouthful of blood after he falls off the stage, but the more they look at it, the more they look like they are acting.

"Brother, this acting is good!"

"Yes! Amazing! You can play a supporting role for Yu Fan with your acting skills. ”

"Promising! Brother, brother is optimistic about you! ”

"You, you ......"

Li Yunzhuang didn't come up in one breath, and was directly praised by the people around him and fainted.

"This acting is really good!"

"Well, that's great!"

……

Li Yunzhuang, who was lying on the ground, kicked his legs for a while.

Those sect elders and grandmasters didn't think so, they saw it very clearly, the mountain has no wind, that is the real strength.

The fist is formed, and it will hurt if it is touched.

Among the grandmasters, there are very few people who have achieved this.

Today, it's really shocking, three young grandmasters have come out at once, Gu Wu is really the time to prosper again?

The mountain was smug without wind, holding his right fist and looking over and over, as if it was full of flowers.

Then, he suddenly slapped his chest and shouted: "There are also those who want to challenge the beauties on stage, and I will take it together." ”

The noise fell silent for a moment, but then it became more intense.

"Cheat!"

"Definitely cheating!"

"You're acting!"

In the gossip of everyone, there are many people who are about to rush up with red eyes.

"I'm coming!"

"I'm coming! See if I don't beat you up! ”

"You are too arrogant, Bai Ye can't get used to being a person like you who pretends to be a deceit, and you are too embarrassed to lose the face of the people of the rivers and lakes."

There is no shortage of fierce men in the martial arts, but more of them want to go on stage.

What are you doing on stage? Famous!

This mountain is purely a rough person who wants to be famous and wants to go crazy, and this play is too fake, blowing a person with a thin reputation in the rivers and lakes in one breath? Haematemesis? Syncope?

Such a clumsy trick can only be thought of by such a rough man with well-developed limbs and a simple mind.

This is a good opportunity, so all of a sudden, there are really countless people who want to rush forward.

However, the thunder and rain were small, and after shouting for a long time, no one rushed to the stage.

Those who screamed were controlled by the commanders of various sects, what are you kidding? It's a shame to go up!

Shan Wufeng Copper Bell's big eyes casually glanced at the people below with some contempt, and then raised his head arrogantly, that image, how awkward and awkward, the people below were furious, and they were angry and couldn't stop it.

"This Huashan sword is becoming more and more unreasonable."

A soft sigh echoed, and the voice sounded very old, as if the person who spoke could close his eyes at any moment.

It should actually sound like a very weak sentence, but in the midst of the endless scolding, it clearly and clearly reached everyone's ears, which is a bit weird.

The noise gradually stopped, and everyone fell silent one after another, and they all turned their heads to look for the person who spoke.

The elders of the various sects looked solemn, and after looking at each other in pairs, they looked upward.

At the top of a mountain in front of him stood a bald old man, dressed in gray, fluttering at the top of the peak.

At such a distance, there should be no sound of wind blowing clothes, but looking at it, everyone seems to hear the sound of the wind and the sound of hunting clothes.

The old man is really old, with endless years engraved on his face, and countless times on his body.

The wind is clear and the clouds are drifting, and the old man looks up at the sky, as if everything in the world is under his feet, not in his chest.

"Dare to ask who the predecessor is?"

Fang Yuanhuai, who had white hair and white beard, stood up, his internal force was running, and asked in a loud voice.

The Fang family presided over this year's Huashan Sword, and it was naturally him who came out.

"Who?"

The old man at the summit muttered to himself, as if he was thinking hard.

After a while, the old man sighed gloomily: "It's been a long time, so long that I have forgotten my name." ”

The voice was still in their ears, and everyone saw a gray shadow flashing in the air, and there was no gray old man at the top of the peak.

So high position, so far away, so fast to come down? And the people were still fluttering, as if they were standing on the stage, and they didn't make a sound at all.

The audience was staggered.

"Meet the seniors!"

"Meet the seniors!"

……

The elders of the various sects got up and saluted, the grandmasters were stunned for a moment, and they also followed the salute, and the others were stunned for a while before they loudly greeted the old man.

At the scene, only two people did not worship.

When Shan Wufeng saw the old man in gray coming up, he stole his limelight, and pouted his mouth, very unhappy, let alone say goodbye, it was good if he didn't spray his saliva.

Hey, there are still three hairs on this old man's bald head, which looks very conspicuous, Shan Wufeng's eyes lit up, and he stared at the person's head and laughed.

Another person who didn't worship was Wei Yiran.

She chuckled lightly, and said with a graceful demeanor: "I didn't expect that the old man was actually a master in the world." ”

The old man in gray is actually the janitor of the Wei family's ancestral house, named the janitor, but there is no one in the Wei family who is not respectful, even the old man Wei Fanggong was raised by him, and he said that he was the gatekeeper, but in fact he was the living ancestor of the Wei family.

The group of people who were bending down to salute couldn't help but secretly exclaim in their hearts, these two people are really bold.

Lingyu Sanren's right eyelid jumped, what kind of master did the bastard Song Tong recruit? In the face of this worldly master who is obviously several generations older than the oldest sect elder on the scene, he is so careless, this is a pit for me!

"Get up!"

The old man in gray said calmly.

Wait until everyone gets up.

The old man in gray said to Wei Yiran with a smile: "Xiao Ran! Very good! Very good! I didn't expect you to be the descendant of this generation of Tianmei faction, old man, I'm really dazzled, I haven't seen a single bit in the past 20 years, it's good! ”

The words of the old man in gray surprised everyone, especially the sect elders, several of them had already recognized him as the old man guarding the door of the Wei family's old mansion, but it was precisely because of this that they were even more surprised, the strength of the old man in gray was above any sect elder on the scene, and such an old man who had been in the Wei family for many years did not know that Wei Yiran was the successor of the Tianmei faction, so what strength was this Wei Yiran?

Ignoring the more or less stares cast by everyone, Wei Yiran smiled and smiled, "Old man, you are so modest!" You've reached the pinnacle of cultivation, and it's easy to see through me, but you don't bother to do it. ”

Wei Yiran's smile immediately attracted the attention of the audience, even the elders of the sect were no exception, the little heart was pounding involuntarily, the world is the most beautiful, nothing else.

There was only one person who didn't go to see Wei Yiran, that is, Shan Wufeng, who was still standing on the stage.

The latter was staring at the bald head of the old man in gray with relish, and suddenly said: "Old man, the three hairs on your head are very individual!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was stunned, how big are the nerves of this product?

Even Wei Yiran was stunned suddenly, and then burst out laughing, pear blossoms supporting the wind, coquettish.

The others were stunned when they heard it, and they couldn't help but want to laugh, but they all held it back, even if they held back their internal injuries.

Who didn't see those three hairs? But who dares to say? Who would dare to laugh? I didn't see that even the clan elders were respectful.

But some people said it, and some people laughed, it's really ......

Lingyu Sanren's forehead was sweating directly, and he glared at Song Tong behind him with a black face, and Song Tong was trembling, looking at the mountain on the stage with a resentful face.

"Isn't the predecessor Ling Donglai a hundred years ago, the ancestor?"