Huashan!

One of the five mountains, the world's famous mountain,

Connecting the Qinling Mountains in the south and overlooking Huangwei in the north, there has been the first mountain in the world since ancient times!

And since ancient times, the martial arts sect in the rivers and lakes has a big hobby, that is, to occupy mountains and rivers, for example, Shaolin Temple is established in Songshan, the world will be in the Tianshan Mountains, Huashan is one of the five mountains, naturally not a terra nullius, although the top of Huashan is steep, but it is only for ordinary ordinary people, in the world of wind and clouds, a world full of congenital walks, the top of Huashan has been full of warrior traces. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There is also a Huashan faction in the Fengyun world, but it is not a big faction, the personnel are scarce but seven or eight people, and they do not dare to claim to be the lord of Huashan.

There is not only the Huashan faction in Huashan, as one of the five mountains, there are as many sects in Huashan as Hengsha, and there is basically a sect on a mountain, and Huashan faction is one of them.

Now that the time has entered March, the foot of Mount Hua is extremely lively,

Huashan is the five mountains, naturally there is a prosperous market town at the foot of Huashan, now a large number of people from the rivers and lakes come to make the market town appear more prosperous, but so many people from the rivers and lakes come, but it is also to bring disputes, the fight in the market town can be said to be endless, and the battle has not disappeared at all.

The inns everywhere are all full, a large number of people from all over the world have arrived, so that the business of the market town has risen again and again, not only the inn, but also some wine shops, the popular people in the rivers and lakes are eating meat in large pieces, drinking in large bowls, in addition to the people of the various sects, some of the low-level people in the rivers and lakes They are all living a life of licking blood with knives, I don't know when this life will be confessed, naturally it is debauchery.

"The world will help the master to drive, and the idlers will avoid it," the two big men in brocade robes, holding a scimitar in both hands, looked at the busy street in front of them, and shouted loudly.

The sound was mixed with internal force, rolling and spreading, spreading everywhere.

The originally lively street, but because of this sentence, immediately became silent, whether it was the people of the rivers and lakes, or some small merchants and hawkers, at this moment began to avoid both sides of the road.

The world will be like a wild beast for people to dodge, although everyone avoids, but a pair of eyes are looking into the distance.

In the distance, a group of big men in brocade clothes walked in front with their heads held high, but in the middle was a young man riding a horse, his bright red skin swaying behind him in the wind, and a robe on his body covered his whole body, revealing that the hand holding the reins was also wearing dark black leather gloves.

A melodious breath emanated from the body, tightly connected with heaven and earth, he represents the sky, represents the earth,

Broken waves, as long as they are people in the rivers and lakes, they all know the identity of this person in front of them.

Old Hero Fang stood in a corner far away, he stared calmly at the broken waves in front of him, but he couldn't find this person when he felt it carefully, he was in heaven and earth, without a trace, as if there was no one in front of him at all, his eyes were turned but he took the initiative to divert it, the old hero Fang was not ignorant, he was already in his seventies this year, he had lived to this age and had not experienced anything, even if it was just a celestial person recorded in the classics, he had seen it back then.

The nameless man who is known as the myth of martial arts, he is a strong celestial, and he is not an ordinary celestial, but a leader among celestials, and he has seen the strength of the heavenly sword with his own eyes.

How powerful the eight major sects in the martial arts were back then, each of them was the overlord of the rivers and lakes now, each inheritance has a history of hundreds of years, Wushuang City had to be subordinated to the eight major sects back then, he was just the overlord of a place, if it weren't for the Sword Saint Megatron, Wushuang City would have been wiped out by the Eight Great Sects, but such a powerful Eight Great Sect was finally swept away by one person, all the elders in charge of the sect died, the elite disciples were killed and injured, and countless precious classics were not passed down, Only then did it gradually decline, with the rise of the Tianxia Association and Wushuang City.

The original nameless was a celestial.

When the sword of that day is still recalled, it makes Old Hero Fang shudder.

That's not a human being, looking back on his bright eyes, despite so many years, the old hero still has a chill in his heart, those eyes are as bright as sword light, that kind of sword light phantom, just between his eyes, as if it will burst out, assassinate everything, kill everything.

The other party is a celestial, Fang Lao Hero doesn't dare to look at it more, the realm of celestial and human beings is extremely sensitive, he is afraid of being detected by the other party,

The face is extremely ugly, from the intelligence to know everything and really see that these are two completely different concepts, there were some luck before the moment disappeared cleanly, since the broken waves are heavenly beings, then this battle is no longer suspenseful, Aotian will undoubtedly lose, and the Sword Worship Villa is over.

Turning around and leaving the crowd, Old Hero Fang's face was gloomy, and he took ninety-nine steps correctly, and the last step turned out to be wrong.

Baijian Villa will undoubtedly lose, but he can be baked on the fire rack, he should not be greedy for power, Fang Lao Hero sighed in his heart, he is now the deputy owner of Baijian Villa, he is definitely the high-level of Baijian Villa, and others can have a chance to survive after surrendering, but there is no such thing as him coming to pick up, and a set of such ideas has never appeared in Fang Laoxing's mind, Fangjiazhuang's operation for hundreds of years can be said to be deeply rooted in Henan, this is a good thing, they have a deep foundation, But it's not a shortcoming, as soon as he escapes, Fangjiazhuang will inevitably break the fate of the village, the ancestral foundation is great, his eyes are full of death, he has decided to die.

At the beginning, he was not unprepared, and the only people who really knew the inside story of a scene at the beginning were him and the owner, and others didn't know that Fang Yingming was a drill, such as creating a mighty and unyielding image, which can now be used.

Although it is impossible for Henan to be in charge of the Fang family, Fangjiazhuang can be saved, sacrificing his life to save Fangjiazhuang.

Thinking of this, he has a lot of resentment in his heart, now it is the seventh day of the first month of March, and tomorrow is the day of the decisive battle on the eighth day of the first month of March, but there is no news at all from that Aotian now, and the personnel he sent to investigate have not the slightest news coming, which makes the old hero Fang understand in his heart that the Aotian can't come, and the decisive battle with a celestial man is bound to lose, avoiding and not fighting is the best way, even if the reputation is ruined and the Sword Worship Villa is destroyed, but he can finally save his life. (To be continued.) )