On the top of Huashan Mountain, there is a deep pit inside the mountain, and the stone ladder of the hanging wall spirals down.

Under the deep pit, the walls of the cave are full of sword marks.

A twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old young man sat cross-legged on the ground, the strength around his body fluctuated, and a simple long sword was inserted around him.

There was a sudden movement on the stone staircase, which moved rapidly downward.

The eyelids of the young man with his eyes closed moved, and suddenly, the long sword inserted in the ground soared into the air, and in an irregular movement, it circled up against the stone ladder, and the speed was extremely fast, and it let out a soft roar.

"Senior Brother Qingshan, it's me."

Seeing the long sword flying in, the Huashan disciples who came to report the news shouted in panic.

Airplanes......

The sword circled and flew back.

When the junior brother who reported the news came to the point, Qingshan opened his eyes, "What's the matter?" ”

"Senior Brother Qingshan, I have no intention of disturbing your retreat, it is the order of the master that something big has happened." The reporter said.

Event?

Qingshan sighed, then got up and looked at the senior brother with some doubts.

"I'll make a long story short, now all the major sects are in chaos, Shaolin, Wudang, Shushan, Longhu Mountain have all been attacked, and the losses are heavy...... I'm Huashan, and someone has gone up the mountain. ”

After listening, Qingshan's eyes froze, and he drew his sword and pulled the clothes next to him and put them on his body, "Let's go." ”

Before the main entrance.

Gu Xuan stood in front of him, rolled up his sleeves, and could clearly see the weird tattoos on his arms.

No, it's not a tattoo, it's a very special pattern.

"It is rumored that Huashan is the same as Shushan, and the disciples in the sect have excellent swordsmanship, I hope I won't be disappointed today." Everyone has their own obsession in their hearts.

Young, strong, uninhibited, this is Gu Xuan.

A land breeze, on the snow faction to destroy the whole door.

A Jiang Yun, Shangwudang set off chaos.

He Gu Xuan will also become the next one.

As the old saying goes, heroes are born in troubled times, and now since troubled times, it is an opportunity for a young and strong man like him.

Lu Feng, what Jiang Yun can do, he can also do.

"Young man, why do you do this?" Master Huashan sighed, very helpless.

Gu Xuan said, "I don't want to do this either, but I've come to Huashan, and when the troubled times come, no one can be alone, Huashan is right, I'm not wrong, it's the times." ”

Twisting his neck twice, Gu Xuan said again, "Old man, let's make a move." ”

Airplanes...... Shout...... Bang!

Fortunately, Gu Xuan dodged away in time, and there was an ancient sword inserted in the place where he was originally located, and the entire ground had cracked into dense spider patterns.

"Good sword."

At a glance, a young man in ordinary clothes fell beside Master Huashan.

"Awards, Huashan's current third-generation disciple, Qingshan."

Gu Xuan smiled, "My name is Gu Xuan, your sword is very good, it makes my blood agitate." ”

"It's not good to go up to my Huashan to make trouble." From the mouth of the senior disciple who reported the news, Qingshan knew what was going on outside, and the entire Huaxia sect circle was in a mess, and the person who came to Huashan was also a strong person.

What is Retreat?

In order to become stronger.

Why do you have such strength?

Protect your home while proving yourself.

What a big truth, Qingshan doesn't want to pay attention to it, he is not a savior-like person, just to protect Huashan.

"I'm already here."

"You can leave."

Gu Xuan laughed, his face was a little more playful, "Since I have come, I will not leave if I can't get the result I want, if you have the ability to beat me out of Huashan, if you don't have this ability, then I'm sorry." ”

Airplanes...... Shout!

The long sword stuck in the ground stirred and flew back into Aoyama's hand.

"Master, can you fight?" Qingshan saluted to the ancestor of Huashan.

Master Huashan nodded, "This is his hope, and it is also your opportunity, the road is your own, and your life is also your own." ”

"Thank you."

Don't look at the green mountains as quiet as water, like Gu Xuan, he is also eager to become stronger, eager to fight against the strong.

This is indeed an opportunity, a rare opportunity.

"I hope you don't disappoint me either......"

Airplanes...... Shout!

This time, it was not the sword that moved, but the green mountain.

"Good time."

……

Shaolin.

The old monk Kongxuan fought the four werewolf powerhouses who had gone berserk alone, and he no longer had the appearance of a high monk, and he was scarred all over.

When a strong enemy is coming, you can't be calm in your heart.

"Roar!"

Four werewolves, one killed, one heavily wounded, and the remaining two roared at the same time, pressing from two directions.

"Western aliens, offend me Shaolin, all die here."

The legs formed a lunge, and there was a sudden shock around the body of the old monk Kongxuan, and the body of the old monk quickly agitated, one hand into a fist, and the other into a palm.

Boom Boom Boom ...... Bang Bang Bang!

The dull sound of metal colliding continuously, this is a simple hard fight, no fancy moves, no flashy skills, completely hard-hitting.

"Roar!"

"Die!"

After a round of crazy hedging, the two werewolf powerhouses were killed, and the body agitated by the old monk Kong Xuan subsided, leaving deep scratches on his chest and back.

walked in front of the werewolf powerhouse who had been hit hard and had returned to his human form.

The old monk Kongxuan clasped his hands and saluted, "Amitabha, the Buddha said, I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, even if it adds to the killing, the old monk will definitely drive you scum out of Shaolin." ”

Shaolin is a sacred place for Buddhism and cannot be violated.

Now that the troubled times have come, it is no longer a matter of reputation, but a fight for survival.

Getting up and jumping to a high place, the old monk Kongxuan puffed up his whole body again, and suddenly shouted wildly, "Where are the eighteen bronze people, and where are the thirty-six arhats?" ”

It all happened too suddenly.

If his side is besieged, the senior brother Kongzhang's side should also be surrounded by a strong enemy, and even other senior brothers may be besieged and killed.

Quite simply, they are too threatening in their generation, and they will only be less threatening when they are eliminated.

The back mountain, divided into two places, is very hidden.

In one place, a middle-aged monk frowned and ran back, "Something happened, it's Uncle Kongxuan's voice, hurry, order the eighteen bronze people to go out." ”

Elsewhere, the monk who also heard the roar also retreated.

At the moment, somewhere.

Several men in black stood together, two of them looking around with binoculars.

"Sure enough, the real eighteen bronze people and thirty-six Arhats are in his place, and what is inside Shaolin is just a pretense, these bald men are very powerful, and they also hide a hand." One put down the binoculars and smiled.

"Why do you care so much about the Eighteen Bronze Men and the Thirty-six Arhats?" Beside him, someone was puzzled.

This person squinted, shook his head and said, "You don't understand Shaolin, you don't understand Huaxia, in terms of personal combat effectiveness, they don't have those old monks, but as long as there are three people combined, the lethality will be very huge."

Eighteen bronze men, thirty-six arhats, controlling them in their hands, will be a very strong force, so you say, why do you care? ”