Qingcheng faction?!

Wang Dong was slightly stunned.

There's no way, the Qingcheng faction in the world of Xiaoao is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so that when it comes to the Qingcheng faction, many people first think of Yu Xiaozi.

But in fact, how can a mere Yu Canghai represent Qingcheng?

Tracing back to the source, Qingcheng has a long history, the depth of the heritage is by no means under Shaolin, it is one of the auspicious places of Taoism, many practitioners in the Taoist gate regard it as a holy place, the reason why the reputation is far inferior to Shaolin, just because Qingcheng is more than a vein is a Taoist priest who cultivates in seclusion, pursuing the ethereal practice of qi immortality, becoming an immortal and the law of the Tao, as for martial arts, it is not much achievement, and the prestige in the martial arts is naturally compared with Shaolin.

Of course, the Qingcheng faction in this world is absolutely incompatible with the Qingcheng faction in the world of laughter and pride in later generations, except that they are all stained with the name of "Qingcheng", and the relationship is that they can't be beaten.

In later generations, Yu Canghai's Qingcheng faction majored in swordsmanship and palm techniques, so as to become famous, while the Qingcheng faction in the Tianlong world was mainly based on hidden weapons, and on this basis, two sets of hidden weapon techniques were created, namely the 'green' character nine dozen and the 'city' character eighteen breaks.

Knowing that the wolf bèi unbearable old man is the current head of the Qingcheng faction Sima Wei, Wang Dong recalled a plot in the original book, the disciples of Qingcheng once went to Yanziwu Xingshi to ask for guilt, and talked about the winter of last year, the head of the sect Sima Wei was pierced through the skull with the "moon breaking cone" kung fu in the eighteen broken words of "city", and died on the outskirts of Baidi City.

In this way, the identity of the gray cloth masked old man is about to be revealed.

Murong Bo!

For the sake of the Xianbei Murong clan's plan to restore the country, Murong Bo can be said to have taken great pains, whether it is recruiting troops or storing grain. Expanding the territory requires a huge amount of expenditure. Then the question arises - where does all this money come from?

The Gusu Murong family is certainly a wealthy family. But he can't support the consumption of this rebellion, but Murong Bo and Murong Fu are not business wizards, besides, how fast is it to make money and grab money?

For this reason, there are almost no wealthy families in the Jianghu martial arts who are not very eye-catching, and they are not targeted by Murong Bo. Under his coercion and temptation, both soft and hard, he did secretly gather a large number of forces, but not everyone would be threatened by him, after all, once the rebellion is leaked, it is not just one person who will die, but the great crime of the nine clans, who is willing to die to serve Murong Bo?

This is the case with the Qingcheng faction.

The Qingcheng faction dominates Shuzhong, divides one side, and many wealthy families in Sichuan. The merchant family has made close friends and has already formed a huge network of influence. These powerful families not only sent the children of the family to Qingcheng to learn art, but even the caretaker was mostly invited by Qingcheng disciples.

If he can get the Qingcheng faction into his pocket, Murong Bo has his own means to let the big clans in Sichuan join him one after another, and once he succeeds, he will not only gain a huge amount of manpower, but also a steady stream of wealth.

And because of the xenophobia of the Sichuan people, the Qingcheng faction has almost no connection with the Shaolin in the Central Plains martial arts, the beggar gang and other big factions, which is even more convenient to do, as for the so-called Qingcheng martial arts, for Murong Bo, it is just a three-legged cat kung fu, not worth mentioning.

Subduing the Qingcheng faction, and then controlling Shuzhong, in Murong Bo's original plan, should have been nine out of ten.

But in fact, the so-called plan is always only on paper, Sima Wei is also the head of a faction, and there is always some arrogance, how can he submit to others? Of course, the most important thing is that the martial arts in Shuzhong are self-contained, and there is a lack of communication with the major factions in the Central Plains, Sima Wei does not understand the power of the real masters in the martial arts of the world at all, he is conceited that he has learned with his own body, even if he cannot be compared with the top masters of the contemporary era, but he will never be inferior to any first-class master, so instead of being afraid of Murong Bo's threat, he sneered at it, and even revealed the news of Murong Clan's rebellion to the government......

So, Murong Bo had no choice but to come over and teach Sima Wei how to behave in minutes!

Bang!!!

On the other side, Murong Bo's robe sleeves waved lightly, forcing Sima Wei to stagger backwards, only to hear a click, one of his hands had been broken, and the unique blade 'Lei Gong Bang' in his palm flew out of his hand.

With a snort, Murong Bo's robe sleeves rolled up, and Lei Gong Bang fell into the palm of his fingers, only to see him use his hand as a knife, casually qiē, this weapon forged by a hundred refined iron has been cut open with strength, and rubbed it in his palm, like a mud pill, rubbing the weapon that was broken in two into an iron ball.

"Something that is not self-sufficient, with your mere tricks, it is also worthy of doing it with the old man?" Murong Bo said abruptly.

"You're ......!" Sima Wei was shocked, trembling in shock, and his heart was like ashes for a while.

Murong Bo's magic skill of kneading iron into clay had already made him feel terrified, such a miraculous scene, let alone witnessing it with his own eyes, he never even thought that there was such a powerful person in the world.

"It's only because you don't know how to lift up, and you bring about your own destruction." Murong Bo's interest in playing was exhausted, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and a hand suddenly reached out from the sleeve of his robe, stabbing at Sima Wei's skull like a sharp cone.

This thorn is swift and incoherent, as straight as a sharp arrow to break through the air attack, not to mention just Sima Wei, even today's first-rate martial arts masters may not be able to resist it.

Shout!

The cold air broke through the air.

Sima Wei suddenly felt a cold and murderous breath spurting on his forehead, and he was suddenly so shocked that his hands and feet were cold, and he shouted in his heart, 'My life is over', and he closed his eyes and waited for death.

But Murong Bo's face changed suddenly at this time, and the rapid offensive was as soon as he was stunned, and this stab did not come out after all, but Sima Wei was touched by the cold air from his fingertips, coupled with being too frightened, he passed out directly.

Murong Bo didn't care about Sima Wei's life or death, his face became extremely solemn, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes, at the same time, his figure leaned forward slightly, one finger was straight ahead, and the whole person maintained a strange posture, motionless.

It's not that I don't want to move, but I don't dare to move rashly, for fear that if I move, I will be hit by a thunderbolt.

Murong Bo's eyebrows jumped, and through the corner of his eye, he clearly saw that on the snow a few feet away from his side, there was a faint shadow at some point.

Calculated by the distance of this shadow, the other party was clearly standing a foot or two behind him.

In an instant, Murong Bo also had the same feeling as Sima Wei, with his martial arts, within a radius of fifty zhang, any wind and grass, even the sound of flying flowers and falling leaves, should not be able to hide his ears and eyes, but at this time, when did the other party come close to him? How long has it been here? He was completely unaware, if it weren't for the faint shadow that he inadvertently caught out of the corner of his eye, he probably wouldn't have dreamed of it.

Even if it was a cold winter at this time, and the snow was piled up, the cold sweat on Murong Bo's forehead was falling like rain. (To be continued!)

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