The strange old man fishing in the depths of Huashan Mountain, the four dragon scale styles displayed are the ultimate power of the dragon scale blood dagger.

Wu Xuan was able to distinguish it, and at the same time kept the old man's methods in mind.

The figure of the old man appeared in his mind, as if he appeared in this Sword Valley, and he used the dragon scale blood dagger to practice the four dragon scale styles with him.

Qin Lao was quite surprised, because Wu Xuan had a deeper understanding of the control of the dragon scale blood dagger, and this level was not bad with himself.

He was also very curious about who the old man Wu Xuan saw in the depths was.

It is incredible, to be able to exert the full power and essence of the four dragon scale forms.

And before leading Wu Xuan forward, even he didn't notice the existence of the old man.

This can only show that the old man is a stronger existence than him Qin Chen.

He sighed and muttered to himself, "This group of old monsters has finally been born." ”

Wu Xuan and the old man trained quite happily, and he was even a little grateful for the old man's kindness.

It completely liberated his stubborn thinking and gave him a profound experience.

Time flies, and before you know it, the night in the distance is brightened by a ray of sunshine, and the blazing sun shines on the earth.

Wu Xuan stopped to rest, but saw that the top of the Huashan Mountain happened to be shrouded in sunlight, blooming with dazzling brilliance.

If one stands in the middle of it, it is as if he has mastered the world!

Qin Lao got up and walked over and patted Wu Xuan's shoulder: "Good progress!" ”

Wu Xuan's eyes flickered, and he was able to be praised by Qin Lao, which showed how profound his mastery of the dragon scale blood dagger was.

Elder Qin looked at the sky and said, "Let's go, according to this time, Murong Xixue and the Baji Sanren should also arrive." ”

Wu Xuan hurriedly followed in the footsteps of Qin Lao, Wu Xuan was extremely curious about the apprentices of these two seniors, he had never seen it.

The two came to wait under the mountainside of Huashan, and saw that the situation of this sea of people had not changed.

It's just that the place is too grand and grand, and there is an endless stream of visitors.

"Hey, eldest sister is embarrassed to take it."

"Who do you call big sister?!"

"Miss..."

"You're Miss!"

……

Wu Xuan and Qin Lao's eyes were immediately attracted by the terrifying noise.

I saw a plump woman in her thirties huddled in the crowd, followed by a man in a Taoist dress with an apologetic face.

Wu Xuanzhen was afraid that this woman would squeeze out the flesh on her body, but these Eight Extremes Scattered People were really good at picking people, and they actually opened the way with such a meat shield.

After a short time, Baji San and Murong Xixue were able to survive the terrible sea of people, standing in the open space and breathing a sigh of relief, while they were followed by two young people.

Wu Xuan took a look at it, and the other party's age was almost the same as his own.

The disciples of these Eight Extremes Sanren were male, handsome and delicate, and they were also dressed in Taoist robes.

But it's completely different from the Baji Sanren, and it's quite loved.

Murong Xixue's disciple is a woman, and her appearance is the same as the tradition of Fengmen, which can be called the beauty of the country and the city.

Especially the slightly sad eyebrows, which really make people want to take pity on them.

Wu Xuan just glanced at it a few times and then moved his gaze back, although this disciple of Murong Xixue is beautiful, there is always more than a little gap between him and Guo Meijing.

The eyes of the Eight Extremes were always on the woman with the voice of a lion's roar.

After he was far away, he smacked his tongue and said: "Now people, temperament is not good, if she doesn't go fast, I will definitely take him to the mountain gate and practice well." ”

Having said this, Murong Xixue laughed directly: "Otherwise, I'll go and get that one back now, and you can teach her a lesson?" ”

Baji Sanren's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't, my mountain gate doesn't accept female disciples." ”

When Qin Lao heard this, he shook his head slightly, smiled and said nothing.

The Baji Sanren complained a little: "Why do I remember the Huashan Sword Discussion back then, but it's not as lively as now." ”

He had palpitations, and if it weren't for that sturdy woman to open the way, his Dao heart would have been squeezed out.

Murong Xixue chuckled and said, "You don't want to think about the beginning, but seventy years ago, this generation changed like a sea of vicissitudes, and you really thought it was the time to be poor." ”

The Eight Poles sighed: "Yes, seventy years have passed unconsciously. ”

Qin Lao said indifferently: "Do you want to chat here for a day?" ”

The Eight Poles Scattered Man patted his head, completely disturbed by the noise of the talented woman, and hurriedly said, "Hurry up the mountain." ”

After going up the mountain, Qin Lao directly arranged for Baji Sanren and Murong Xixue to stay in this luxury hotel, and the next thing to wait for was the beginning of the sword competition.

At noon, it was time for the meal, and Wu Xuan ordered a few packages directly from the hotel to send them.

Baji Sanren sighed with emotion: "The original sword discussion didn't have such treatment. ”

After that, he has already started eating, and he has no image at all, as he said, it is all his own family, why should he care.

Wu Xuanwan looked at the apprentices of the two seniors, they were low-key from beginning to end, just showing a gentle smile, which made Wu Xuan also have some good feelings.

After all, he is a disciple of his predecessors, so he naturally has to get to know each other well.

"Wu Xuan." Wu Xuan introduced himself.

Both of them smiled and signaled, thinking that Murong Xixue and Baji Sanren had mentioned themselves, and these two naturally understood.

The disciple of the Eight Extremes Sanren glanced at his master, extremely helpless, even he didn't dare to compliment him.

"I wonder how you feel about the next sword competition?" Wu Xuan started chatting.

The Eight Poles Scattered People are quite Dao Bones, at least more like the Eight Extremes Scattered People.

He said indifferently: "Naturally, it is to fight the heroes and climb to the top of Mount Hua." ”

Wu Xuan sighed: "As far as I know, our opponents are more powerful than the other. ”

Murong Xixue's female disciple raised her eyebrows and smiled: "There is nothing to be afraid of, according to our strength, there is no problem in winning the top three." ”

Wu Xuan smacked his tongue secretly, this person from the upper three sects is hard to speak.

He could feel that the strength of the two of them was very strong, and this could be seen in every move.

The disciple of the Eight Poles Scattered People, with a stable Taoist heart, will definitely be able to replace the position of the Eight Extremes Scattered People in the future and become a new generation of Taoist existence.

And this girl with eyebrows is not worse than Murong Xixue, so that Qin Lao can see that this woman has a little bit of Murong Xixue's appearance at the beginning.

The woman said softly: "Su Wen Wu Xuan's strength is strong, I think with your strength, you should not be afraid of them." ”

Wu Xuan nodded, took a sip of the red wine in his hand, as the girl in front of him said, he is confident, he also has the strength, and he has the strength to trample these contestants under his feet!

Several people were drinking and chatting together, and Wu Xuan and the three of them, just like the original Qin Lao Iron Triangle, would fight for the upper three gates.