In the last years of the Ming Dynasty, King Li Chuang raised troops against the Ming Dynasty, and the Manchu Qing Dynasty was eyeing the Central Plains. The people lived in poverty, and the population of the Central Plains was greatly reduced by the perennial fighting. Millions of people migrated south to escape the war, and in this picture, various cultures mingled and intertwined, and countless great powers took advantage of this situation to compose countless shocking exercises, each of which became its own faction.

Bashu has been known as the country of abundance since ancient times. As the largest city in the west, the cliffs are extremely steep, and it is difficult for ordinary people to walk an inch.

It has always been difficult to go to the blue sky.

However, the steep cliffs and majestic mountains are naturally a good place for various sects to start their careers. Among them, the most famous are the Tang Sect and the Loose School.

The sect of the Xiaoyao sect is built on a high mountain, and if you want to climb up, you can only pass through the rocks on the high mountain, and if you are not careful, you will slide down, and you will be half dead at best, and you will die violently on the spot.

But who would have thought? On this high mountain that reaches into the sky, there are magnificent palaces?

Outside the palace, on the flat training ground, stood a young man, standing with his sword in both hands, and the long sword behind his back had ancient flowers, flashing with a faint yellow light.

"Senior brother, senior brother, it's not good!" A young man dressed in a white carefree suit hurried in, his mouth panting and his chest heaving violently, as if he had experienced something terrible.

The young man standing inside frowned, as if he hated the quiet atmosphere being broken. But when he heard the anxious shouts of outsiders, he couldn't help but be a little curious, and slowly turned around.

I saw that he was in a majestic figure, and his skin was as white as jade, but he did not look pitiful, but gave people an unpredictable feeling. The facial features are clear and deep, like a Greek sculpture, and the dark and deep ice eyes look wild and uninhibited, evil and sexy. His three-dimensional facial features are as handsome as a knife, and the whole person emits a kind of king aura that shocks the world, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, revealing a smile.

He was dressed in a long white dress, which looked noble and majestic, and at the same time he had a small sachet or two hanging from his waist, giving him a charming taste. He was wrapped in a white turban on his emei, and two square characters were written on the turban, Happy! Two long robes hung down his hands as white as jade, and in his hands he held a jade pendant that symbolized status, shining dazzlingly from time to time.

"What's wrong? What a system in a hurry! The man opened his mouth lightly, and his previously soft tone instantly became stern.

"The disciple doesn't dare, but there is really something big." The disciple outside instantly leaned down and said respectfully, while his whole body was constantly trembling, as if he was afraid of something?

The man looked him up and down and asked with interest. "What is it that makes our Loose Sect disciples panic like this?"

"Tell Senior Brother that the people from the Tang Sect are arresting Tang San, saying that they want to correct the law on the spot and clear the Master's Sect!" The disciple wiped the cold sweat from his head and said respectfully, while quietly glancing at him. He naturally knew what Tang San had to do with the person in front of him, they were brothers. Just a few decades ago, the man in front of him was accepted as a closed disciple by the master of the Xiaoyao Sect because of his qualifications for practicing martial arts and amazing bones, and in just a few years, the exercises have advanced by leaps and bounds to become the chief disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, and he is also known as the next head of the Xiaoyao Sect.

And Tang San's qualifications are also good, but he was unexpectedly taken in by the Tang Sect, and he has served them diligently for decades, but because of the harsh requirements of the Tang Sect, he is still a disciple of the outer sect.

Although it was said that they were people from two factions, after all, blood was thicker than water, how could he not be angry when he heard the news that Tang San was being hunted down?

As he expected, the originally indifferent look on the man's face disappeared in an instant, and endless anger followed. He was really angry, his hands clenched tightly, trembling slightly, his chest rising and falling violently.

There was an unquenchable anger in his eyes, like an angry beast. He clenched his fists, his teeth rattling.

"Okay, what a Tang Sect! Dare to touch my brother? ”

The angry expression on the man's face gradually disappeared, followed by a chill on his face, "If something happens to Tang San today, I, Tang Le, will slaughter you!" ”

He turned his head and looked at his disciple with a cold face, "Now that the master is still in retreat, the elders have gone out to practice, and the entire Xiaoyao Sect listens to my orders. As he spoke, he took out the jade pendant representing his chief disciple from his hand.

For a while, hundreds of disciples wearing the uniforms of the Freedom Sect walked in with swords in their hands, raised their hands above their heads and said in unison and respectfully.

"I'll listen to my brother's orders."

The man glanced at them with satisfaction, and slowly walked back towards the center of the hall. In the center is a sword, the lines on the sword are very old but very clear, and an imperceptible force is circling in a circle.

Tang Le stepped forward and raised his sword and shouted. "Today, Xuanyuan is out of the sheath and goes to the Tang Gate."

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Halfway up the Tang Gate, this is a steep cliff with a terrifying name.

It is rumored that it takes nineteen strokes to hear the echo of the bottom when a stone is thrown from a high place, and it is precisely because of this terrifying nineteen strokes that it is called by the world: it is still more than eighteen layers of hell, and since then it has been famous all over the world.

In normal times, no one dares to come to the ghost, but today a group of uninvited guests came. A man in a gray uniform stood on a cliff, the cold wind blowing across his cheeks, but he stood still, unmoved.

His uniform is printed with a big Tang character, and the gray uniform represents the outer disciple of the Tang Sect, it can be seen that this person is the outer disciple of the Tang Sect, Tang San!

"Tang San, you have no way back!" A steady voice came from the high mountains in the distance, Tang San looked over with some difficulty, and seventeen figures flew over from afar like meteors, standing in front of Tang San.

They were of all shapes, but they were all very old, and the youngest of them looked to be in his fifties. They all had solemn eyes, wearing white robes that represented the Tang Sect, and the golden mark on their chests represented their status as elders of the Tang Sect.

Tang San looked at them and opened his mouth a little bitterly. "I know that stealing into the inner door and stealing the mastery of this sect is unforgivable, and the rules of the door do not allow it, but Tang San can swear to the sky that I have not leaked this mastery to the outside world. What I said is not to ask for forgiveness from the elders, I have something to explain to me Tang San, I am a person of the Tang Sect in life, and a ghost of the Tang Sect in death, and I have never betrayed the Tang Sect from life to death! As he spoke, he used trembling hands to put the three Buddha Nu Tang Lotus in his hand on the ground.

Looking at the three Buddha angry Tang Lian, Tang San cast a look of love and forgetfulness, this is the pinnacle of the Tang Sect's secret weapon, the result of his hard work for more than 20 years, he finally succeeded!

Thinking of this, Tang San couldn't help but smile.