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At this time, on the bank of the Luoshui River, there was a middle-aged scribe standing tall.

This scribe faced Luoshui, and his face was handsome and clear in the light of the water, and the gray sideburns on both sides did not add much to his old age, but there was an indescribable dashing.

He carried his hands behind his back, as if he was waiting for someone, dressed like a snow-like shirt and moving slowly with the breeze, which was really indescribably graceful.

"I haven't seen him for many years, but the evil king is still so handsome."

A low and hoarse voice sounded behind him, and the middle-aged scribe did not turn around, as if he already knew who was coming, sighed slightly, and said: "I haven't seen you for many years, and my brother Shi You's skills have been refined so much, I'm afraid that there is already an evil emperor." ”

"Brother Ding, Brother Zhou, Senior Sister Jin, you have also made great progress, it seems that this time this Heart Seed Demon and the Evil Emperor Relic should also return to the Evil Extreme Sect."

"He is worthy of being an evil king, and his vision is really unique."

There were three different rebellious voices snorting coldly, flickering far and near, coming from three different directions.

"Senior Brother Ding, Senior Brother Zhou, Senior Sister Jin, with your ability, I'm afraid I can't help the King of Luoyang."

The ugly old man who had spoken smiled heavily, and the one-legged bronze man in his hand was a little on the ground, and the person took advantage of the momentum to float forward for more than 20 zhang, and happened to fall on the side of the middle-aged scribe, standing side by side with the evil king, the first person in the evil way.

Only this light skill can undoubtedly rank among the world's first-rate masters.

"Boss You, the secret treasure of this sect is in the world, how can we not contribute our meager strength."

The remaining three people, regardless of distance and proximity, were not to be outdone, and rushed to the scene when they brought up their true qi.

The middle-aged scribe turned around, looking at the suspicion and jealousy that was hidden in the expressions of these four people, and the faint evil smile hanging on the corner of his mouth disappeared in an instant.

These four people who are known as the Evil Pole Sect are of the same origin, but in fact, they have not obtained the essence of the Heavenly Demon Strategy, and they have each been diverted out, and they can barely be regarded as the banner leaders of the Evil Pole Sect since the Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian.

"This King of Luoyang has risen so fast, but I didn't expect that he had stolen the secret book of this sect."

"The news of the evil king will never be wrong."

Several people have their own hearts, few words, and seem to have their own doubts.

Between the demon gates, there is never any love for the same family, only interests can be spoken, and the evil king has brought a few people, but he doesn't know what he wants.

The breeze on the bank of the Luoshui River blew Shi Zhixuan's long hair fluttering, and he rolled his sleeves and said: "I have exchanged hands with the King of Luoyang a few days ago. ”

At the end of the night, although Su Liu hid his tracks, in the eyes of Shi Zhixuan, who was as wise as a ghost, there were still many flaws, and he intuitively felt that the Demon Ancestor was the king of Luoyang, who had been in the limelight recently!

"I heard that the king of Luoyang killed the evil king's disciple, and since we are fellow disciples, we naturally have to deal with him."

"Not bad, yes, the king of Luoyang stole the secrets of this sect, and it is up to us to clean up the portal..."

......

When You Niaoti heard this, they all laughed evilly.

Several people already knew in their hearts that what Shi Zhixuan said was basically true, if it weren't for the fact that this top master of the evil path also coveted the Dao Heart Cultivation Demon and the Evil Emperor Relic, but he was not sure to deal with the peerless hero Luoyang King, could he have such kindness to give a piece of the pie to the evil pole?

At this time, we will cooperate for the time being, and after we succeed, we will see everyone's means!

Several people had the same thoughts, and pretended to say: "Daoxin Demon Cultivation is the most terrifying martial art in the world, and the King of Luoyang has killed several great masters in a row, and he is unstoppable, and he has to plan carefully." ”

"Rest assured, there are still strong reinforcements in this battle, so with the power of our Holy Gate, wouldn't it be nice to kill a yellow-mouthed erector and then divide its treasure?"

Shi Zhixuan laughed wildly, and the depths of those amber pupils were completely opposite to a solemn look.

Look at it.

The cold wind gradually rose, blowing a river of Luoshui.

......

Luoyang Palace.

This person is actually ...... King of Luoyang!

Shen Luoyan bowed slightly to the pavilion, it was a kind of spontaneous surrender, Shan Wanjing's expression changed slightly, but Shang Xiufang, who was known as the number one in the world, was attracted by the singing, as if she was immersed in it and couldn't extricate herself, and began to hum softly.

The music in the world originally contains the spiritual emotions of the musicians, and the identities of Shan Meixian and Shang Xiufang are very different, and the things they think are not in the same plane at all.

Looking at it from afar, in the pavilion not far away, the picture is already beautiful like a picture scroll.

Four dragon pillars, gathered in the top of the eaves, in the pavilion, the most eye-catching man, sitting leisurely at the white jade table, with a purple and gold crown to tie his hair, a few strands of white hair on the forehead and eyebrows, unable to cover the eyes and face drooping, as if immersed in the world created by his own piano sound, even a few people into the garden did not react.

Shan Wanjing is known as the beauty of the world, but watching his slender and graceful fingers dance the strings like flowing water, and the perfect and moving notes flowing out of his fingertips, he actually has a feeling similar to self-shame in his heart.

King Luoyang, this man is an unsolvable mystery in her heart.

The time I saw him this time was very different from the previous time.

"Tears wet Qiluo, and the young man has a lot of grace. At the beginning, the sisters made it clear that they should not be sincere to him. Thinking about it carefully, is it okay to understand it lightly..."

Shang Xiufang's action song is also natural, the singing voice is lazy and quiet, the perfect sound of everyone's first music in the world, there is no fault in the slightest, integrated into the piano sound, the rhythm is just on the idea, more like a match made in heaven tactful fairy chant.

However, Princess Dongming's mother and daughter did not listen to all of it, and when the piano was halfway through, it stopped abruptly, which made people feel a desire to listen to it.

At this time, Mrs. Dongming finally opened her mouth and praised: "This song irons each other, it is a match made in heaven, but why is it only half, so that people are not disappointed?" ”

When she spoke, she was slightly vigilant, her spirit was shaken, it had not happened for more than 20 years, and a pair of beautiful eyes had been completely absorbed by the guqin under the finger of the king of Luoyang, this guqin shape is very different from the ordinary guqin, but there is a strange beauty, the thinnest string is like a hair, and the thickest one is as thick as a little finger, it is difficult to imagine what means the king of Luoyang used to play such a moving piano sound.

Shan Meixian recognized at a glance that the body of the guqin was a 10,000-year-old yin wood at the bottom of the sea.

Although this man looks elegant and dusty, his eyebrows are flying with some heroic spirit, in the face of this man with the heaviest authority in Luoyang, Shan Meixian does not dare to slack off in his heart, Dongming Shangping's bloody heads as gifts, such a handiwork, no matter what, has a deep meaning.

After Shen Luoyan completed the task of leading the way, he smiled lightly, stood on the side of the pavilion with his hands tied, Su Liu raised a jade-like finger, and said lightly: "The remaining half, there will naturally be a chance in the future, can Mrs. receive my gift." ”