Wangjing is the provincial capital of Xiangbei, where there are many high-rise buildings and dense population, and it is the most developed city in the whole Xiangbei Province.

There are many talents in Xiangbei, from ancient times to the present, I don't know how many heroes are outstanding here, and Wangjing is the gathering point of the top talents.

In this place, there are too many families and big families, such as old trees with intertwined roots, intertwined branches, and intricate.

In front of the Gongsun Mansion, Yan Xuankong flicked the cicada wing knife, the sound of the knife was slightly soft, and suddenly there was a thin sound, this sound was like a spring breeze into everything, and in a short time, it covered the huge building complex of the Gongsun Mansion.

"The sound of this cicada's wing knife is really thorough."

Behind Yan Xuankong, Lu Shengan praised.

Lu Sheng'an's eyes were flat at this time, his hands were empty, and he didn't have anything, if he didn't know someone bumped into him, he would think that he was a teacher at most, how could there be a trace of the high-ranking and powerful look of the mayor of Hua'an City.

"I'm waiting for the day when you become successful, and I hope this day doesn't come too late."

Yan Xuankong raised his eyebrows, the grandmaster was the loneliest, and the opponent was difficult to find.

"The grandmaster came to the humble house, and he missed the welcome."

In just a minute or two, the door of Gongsun's Mansion suddenly opened, and a figure in light blue clothes appeared behind the door, and dozens of people in different costumes walked in streams, standing on both sides of the entrance of the gate.

These people are full of energy, and with Yan Xuankong's eyesight for many years, he naturally knows that these people are at least expert-level cultivators, and the battle of the Gongsun family is really not small.

The pale blue figure who spoke was a man in his forties, who was the helmsman of the Gongsun family, Gongsun Xiangyang.

As soon as "Brother Yan" Gongsun Xiangyang's words came out, he quickly closed his mouth and said: "Grandmaster Yan."

His face was full of bitterness, looking at his former competitors of the same level, going farther and farther, and now, it has reached the point where he is unattainable.

"Xiangyang, there is no need to be like this, this trip is just to find your ancestor Sun Kang and deal with some things" Yan Xuankong said lightly, all the things in the past have passed, one competitor after another has fallen behind, and now, only some people at the same level, Yan Xuankong needs to pay attention, below the four great masters, there are not many people who can make him look high.

"Yan Xuankong, block my door, don't deceive people too much."

A sharp voice pierced my ears, and I only heard the human voice, but I didn't see anyone.

"Gongsun Kang, you deceived me the people of Hushan that day, the matter is over, if you don't do anything unseemly, I won't come to investigate" Yan Xuankong smiled: "Sheng'an, let's talk about it next." ”

Lu Shengan nodded, his eyes looked at the highest building of Gongsun Mansion, that place, several ancient cinnamon trees stood in the wind, and now it is the flowers blooming, the fragrance of osmanthus flowers is refreshing, and a small attic is surrounded by the fragrance of flowers.

"Sheng An has received the grace of the Grandmaster's three moves, and now that his injuries have healed, he wants to discuss with Grandmaster Gongsun Kang."

Lu Shengan squinted his eyes, he was ruthless externally, but he had a trace of gentleness internally, in Dongyue, he had the name of a grandmaster, but his record was not obvious.

Some families and big families disobey his decrees and bargain, and the figure behind this is not for some people in Wangjing, Lu Shengan will not believe it.

Gongsun Kang was the object he used to test the knife.

"If you want to fight, then you will fight, as long as Yan Xuankong does not interfere, the junior level of the sect master is not in my eyes."

In the small attic, Gongsun Kang's white hair and white beard were flying, and his anger became even worse.

"You can rest assured that I won't interfere in the matter of Sheng'an."

Yan Xuankong smiled, the battle of the grandmaster is only a few moves, which is also very beneficial to Lu Shengan, and he and Lu Shengan have not seen each other for many years, and they still don't know Lu Shengan's bottom.

This time, he came to warn Gongsun Kang, and secondly, he wanted to watch the battle between Lu Shengan and Gongsun Kang.

Grandmasters of the same level are inferior to him, it is not that they do not have something for him to learn.

Yan Xuankong's Shadowless Knife is very famous, just like his Laozi Yan Xingxia, he is also famous, the Shadowless Knife is a faction of its own, if he wants to become a great success and reach his father's realm, he still lacks too many things.

Only by constantly referring to and perfecting as much as possible can he get out of Yan Xingxia's ancestral meng.

"So, I'll take it."

In the attic, the voice was no longer sharp, a dragon groaned, and the fierce dove came out of its sheath.

Lu Sheng'an kicked his feet, and the figure disappeared from the ground in an instant, and there was a crackling sound in the air.

Gongsun Xiangyang raised his head, and he could only see two clouds of light and shadow, one white and one green colliding with each other, entangled, the master's eyesight was still a little insufficient in the face of such a battle as the grandmaster, he was light, and the person was like a big harrier, fluttering and flying, only if he got closer, he could see it carefully.

Gongsun Xiangyang was like this, not to mention the dozens of cultivators of other levels, all of them looked up, and they could only see the blue and white light, which was extremely dazzling.

Occasionally, there was a sharp crashing sound, like a hammer pounding on the heart.

The only one who can stand still is Yan Xuankong, his eagle eyes are like sharp swords, penetrating light and shadow, and looking carefully.

Baiguang is Gongsun Kang, and Qingguang is Lu Shengan.

Gongsun Kang's fierce blow can assassinate nearly a hundred directions, the move is true, if there is a wooden stake in front of it, under one move, the stake will be cut into hundreds of pieces of wood of equal size.

Lu Shengan's body is wrapped with blue light, like a green dragon around the pillar, surrounding him tightly, every blow of Gongsun Kang is just a collision with the blue light, Yan Xuankong looked carefully, and saw that Lu Shengan was holding a cyan soft sword, the soft sword in his hand or churning, or excited, like an arm command, flexible, it is like thunder to collect anger, like the river and the sea condensing the blue light.

Those who are good at swords may not be good at soft swords, and those who are good at soft swords will surely grow swords.

Lu Sheng'an's soft sword is a family of its own, and now in Dongyue, the people who can really make the soft sword are less than a palm.

At the beginning, it was just the white light that pressed the green light, and after a little time, the green light turned out to be Dasheng, and the white light was pressed back again and again.

"Bang"

When I saw the white light retreat to the attic, the attic suddenly collapsed, sawdust flew, and laurel branches were broken, white flowers flew, and pieces of white cloth fell.

Gongsun Xiangyang looked carefully, and recognized at a glance that it was what their ancestor Gongsun Kang was wearing, and his heart was anxious and dry, but there was no way, and there was no way to interfere in the battle of the grandmaster.

"Sect Master Yan, look," Gongsun saluted to Yang and asked for advice.

"Gongsun Kang, lost"

Yan Xuankong said lightly, sure enough, his words just fell.

The white shadow in the air burst out and retreated, as long as the grandmaster did not fight to the death, he would have to share life and death with each other for a while, which was very difficult.

Gongsun Kang staggered to the ground, his hair was scattered, his white clothes were already in tatters, and there were faint blood stains in several places on his body, and the fierce sword was held in his hand, trembling incessantly.

"I'm defeated."

He was stunned, two days ago, he couldn't hold up three moves under his hands, but now, with only a hundred moves, the two actually split the victory.

He lost, and Lu Sheng won.

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves.

The world of the new generation has come.

After receiving a considerable tip, the tavern owner whispered: Thank you lazy man for the tip of eight + 100 wood.