Wind!

Whistling and blowing,

A pole flag, waving in the wind, like dancing in the wind.

Four golden characters, worship Sword Villa, slowly moving with the wind,

Stampede!!!!!!!!!!!!

The sound of footsteps came from far and near, but it was constantly clear, and every step on the stone steps left a crisp sound.

Layer after layer of stone steps, constantly being crossed by one person,

He was of short stature, only up to the waist of an ordinary person, and his hair was snow-white, but only half-like, and the front half of his head was bare, as if it had been scraped by a knife.

With his short arms behind him, he walked up step by step with his head held high,

Thick eyebrows, slender nose, and upturned lips, each of these three points appears on a person, and it will definitely destroy his appearance, which is considered an ugly person, but when all these three points are concentrated on one person, this is not enough to describe his appearance with the word ugly.

Striding to the end of the stone steps, a towering stone wall stands majestically, on which the iron painting and silver hook are written; Worship Sword Villa!

Not far away is a mountain gate, which is built of rock, with traces of wind and rain and vicissitudes, symbolizing the long history of Baijian Villa.

On either side of the gate were guards in long robes and red robes.

They had straight waists, scimitars at their waists, one hand tightly gripping the hilt, and their eyes staring straight ahead, motionless, like a nail, nailed into the earth.

Their breathing is weak, but it is long, showing a high level of internal strength.

Such strength is exchanged in the rivers and lakes, and it is enough to act as an elite disciple in some sects, but in the Sword Worship Villa, he is only a person who guards the mountain gate.

His eyes scanned, and the man's eyes flashed with jealousy.

A middle-aged man, with a hearty smile on his face, his lips squirming and his thick beard shaking together, said loudly; "Present the invitation!"

With a bright smile, he seems to be approachable, but he is indifferent and rejects people thousands of miles away.

The arm was raised, and the big sleeve threw out a red invitation, which shot straight out, like a sharp sword.

The middle-aged man's smile remained unchanged. The palm of the hand is stretched out, the five fingers are gathered, into the claws of the eagle, and the invitation is directly grasped like lightning.

"Good hand of eagle claw skills,"

"Flipping flexibly, the god is like an eagle, and the people in the rivers and lakes who can reach this kind of realm are the only ones who were rampant in the past. Chen Li, the powerful eagle king of the Huai River, has been mastered,"

"Five years ago, the old man searched for Lianghuai, but he didn't find any trace of you, it turned out that he ran to Baijian Villa as a dog."

"When you are a dog, you always have the protection of the owner, and you have a kennel to live in,"

"Dwarf Condor Zheng Fan."

"No!"

"It should be called Condor Zheng Fan now," Chen Li's tone was unpredictable, and he said gloomily as he watched Zheng Fan's eyes gradually reveal cold murderous intent.

"When a dog. It's always better than the lost dog, the whole family is killed, even the head is shaved bald, and it is much better to run outside the plug in a panic all day long," Chen Li is not an idle person, he immediately opened his mouth to fight back, looking at the short man in front of him, his eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Humph!" The short man's eyes narrowed, bursts of killing intent emanated from his eyes, and he glanced at the guards who slowly leaned up and faintly surrounded him, and he held back the killing intent, snorted coldly, and strode towards the Sword Worship Villa.

"You're dead," Zheng Fan's lips squirmed, and he didn't make a sound, but in Chen Li's ears, there were cold words.

A trace of fear flashed from his eyes, the dwarf eagle Zheng Fan is a world-famous master, the creation of the Eagle Gate has been in Hebei for decades, whether it is black or white, if you want to gain a foothold in Hebei, you need to see the face of the Eagle Gate,

It's just that the Condor Gate blocked the rising Tianxia Society, and the dwarf Condor Zheng Fan was defeated by the Xiongba, but he was also escaped by it.

Now that the world will break through the Wushuang City, the world will no longer block the forces of the Tianxia Society, and the majesty will be even more prestigious, and there are very few people who can escape from its hands, which also brings Zheng Fan, who was able to escape from his hands, and his reputation has also soared.

The fear dissipated, Chen Li's eyes returned to cold, he thought that he was not as good as that Zheng Fan in terms of martial arts, but he was not alone now, he had an owner as a dog.

In the backyard of Baijian Villa, Yang Qifeng sat cross-legged, and on the dark red long table in front of him, there was a lyre.

His fingers twitched, flicking slightly.

The melodious sound of the piano continues to spread,

The sound is tactful, the wisps of the piano sound, melodious, a kind of rhyme but resonant. Sometimes soothing like a flowing spring, sometimes sharp like a waterfall, sometimes crisp like a pearl falling on a jade plate, sometimes low back like a whisper.

frowned, Yang Qifeng's fingers paused, and his voice stopped abruptly,

His tone was flat, but his voice was penetrating, directly into Chen Li's ears far away from the courtyard.

"Who's making trouble again?"

With the day of the sword worship meeting is getting closer and closer, the people who came to the rivers and lakes can be described as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the three religions and nine streams are everything, among which there are naturally honest and honest people, but there are also endless people who are sneaky and uneasy and kind, these people are easy to solve, as long as they are found to have bad intentions, Yang Qifeng He has always been an example of a hundred,

But what is really annoying is that some people in the rivers and lakes have brought their hatred to the Worship Sword Villa, which one of the people in the rivers and lakes dares to say that they have no enemies.

When this enemy meets, it is natural to seek revenge, and it is not good to interfere with the Sword Villa as an outsider, but it is not okay to care, after all, this place is the Sword Worship Villa, and as the owner, it can let them fight each other.

In addition to this revenge, the others are those who are called troublemakers by Yang Qifeng, and these people they fight, not because they have a grudge in advance, but because of verbal discord.

The strength of these people is not strong, they are just the lower-class people in the rivers and lakes, but they can't stand up to them, most of the people at the bottom of the rivers and lakes are hot-tempered, and they will draw knives and cut each other if they don't agree with each other.

After the temper comes up, it is simply lawless and annoying.

"No," Chen Li didn't make any fuss, he directly explained his intentions.

When Chen Li came to worship Sword Villa, he naturally came to seek refuge in desperation, otherwise with Chen Li's status in the rivers and lakes back then, how would he come to worship Sword Villa as a housekeeper willingly.

The steward said it nicely, but in fact he was just a slave.

Hearing Chen Li's words, Yang Qifeng nodded, Chen Li served the Worship Sword Villa, acting as the younger brother, and as the old nature, he had to protect the other party, which was the responsibility of both parties, otherwise there would be a little brother who would continue to follow you.

"After the sword worship, he will definitely die,"

The soft words fell into Chen Li's ears.

At this moment,

He laughed! (To be continued.) )