"Oh no! Oh no! ”

This was the morning of Lu Linchuan's fourth day of penance, and he was startled by Lu Zhishen's ghost crying wolf howl early in the morning, and hurriedly walked out of the sword arena. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info That **** gave up not long after practicing the first style of "Qiankun Twelve Styles", because he was not very suitable for the offensive and defensive methods of the Qiankun Sun and Moon Knife, so he went to the martial arts arena to practice "Black Dragon Swordsmanship", and hung "Qiankun Wujigong" at night. In the past few days, the "Black Dragon Sword Technique" has reached the ninth layer, and the "Qiankun Wuji Gong" has reached the fifth layer.

Lu Linchuan trotted all the way and stopped Lu Zhishen.

"Great monk, what are you screaming about? Aren't you guarding the docks? Why did you come back so early? Lu Linchuan looked at Lu Zhishen a little strangely.

Lu Zhishen said anxiously: "Now is not the time to talk about this!" Fuck the thief, Zhao Lao Liu has an accident! ”

Lu Linchuan frowned when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"I don't know the specifics, but I heard that it seems that he tried to be a little nun from the Hengshan faction, but he was knocked off the cliff by the old nun of the Hengshan faction." When Lu Zhishen said this, his face was full of incredulity.

"What little nun, old nun's? Be clear. Before Lu Linchuan could speak, Jiang Yu's voice was heard behind him. The two of them looked behind them, and everything Wu Zong could say came out. There were also a few disciples who came over this way one after another.

Lu Linchuan hurriedly said: "This is not the place to speak, go, go to the sect hall." Then he shouted to the disciples who were about to come over: "It's nothing to do with you, hurry up and practice martial arts." Then I saw Yue Hongsleeve and Yue Xuan also sneaking over, Lu Linchuan beckoned to them, and the two immediately ran over.

Yue Xuan asked happily, "Master, what's the matter?" ”

Lu Linchuan touched his head and commanded directly to Yue Hongsleeve: "Red Sleeves, I have something to discuss with your uncles and uncles, you watch at the gate of the main hall, and no one should approach." After speaking, he lowered his head to Yue Xuan and said, "Maodou'er go and bring your senior brother over, let him come with your sister." Alright, you two go quickly. ”

After speaking, without waiting for the two to agree, Lu Linchuan followed everyone to the main hall quickly.

As soon as everyone sat down, Jiang Yu asked, "What's the matter with the great monk?" ”

Lu Zhishen hurriedly said: "I really don't know, didn't I sit at the dock this week?" But as soon as I played the game today, I heard rumors in the rivers and lakes that Zhao Laoliu was beaten down from the peak of seeing sex because he molested the little nun of the Hengshan faction. I heard that not only is this not the case, but the Hengshan faction also sent people to Xingshi to ask for guilt. ”

Everyone was silent for a moment, and the next person suddenly said: "Has the sixth child not washed his feet for too long, and he is not conscious when he knocks on his back?" ”

Jiang Ehua gave him a blank look, and then asked strangely, "Isn't this a game?" How can you do that? ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present reacted. It's not, it's a game, a player to molest an NPC, how brain-dead this player must be.

At this time, Zhao Hui said faintly: "This happened to the sixth child, it's really hard to determine whether it's true or not." He has to soak in the network management sister on the Internet, and he plays games to molest NPCs. ”

"Don't kid him. Anyway, just ask him when you go offline today. But we have to be prepared to deal with the people who came to Xingshi to ask for their sins. Jiang Yu stopped the others from continuing to ridicule and said in a deep voice.

What is the saying? Say whatever you want. As soon as Jiang Yu's words fell, he heard Feng Yang shouting outside the door: "Who are you, why did you break into my Martial Sect!" ”

Everyone hurriedly rushed out to find out. Lu Linchuan was wondering in his heart: "Good guy, why did you come so quickly." ”

Lu Linchuan and the others walked out of the main hall, looked around, and their eyes were about to split. There were no less than twenty second-generation disciples of the Martial Sect lying in a mess on the ground, and they all knew that they were all dead. That Feng Yang was also seriously injured, and Yue Hongsleeve was taking care of him, but she herself was pale. It seems that he was killed instantly, and he didn't even have time to rescue.

"Master!" Seeing Lu Linchuan come out, Yue Hongsleeve screamed sadly, and then said: "Hurry up and save Maodou'er, he.. He..."

Lu Linchuan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly flashed in front of Yue Hong's sleeve, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with Edamame?!" ”

At this time, Jiang Yu said: "Xiaochuan, your precious apprentice is in the hands of others, it seems that he is here to destroy the door!" ”

Lu Linchuan looked back and saw that there were about a dozen people. All of them were dressed in black short suits, with black scarves around their faces, and they knew that they were unsightly at a glance. His face sank, and he saw that Maodouer was being carried in the hands of a man in black, and he didn't struggle.

"If something goes wrong with Edamame, I want you to bury me!" Lu Linchuan has never been so angry when he has played the game until now.

The man in black looked at the edamame in his hand, and then said, "Today, you are all going to die." ”

"The villain dies by talking too much, talking less nonsense, let's see the truth under your hands!" Jiang Yu snorted coldly, with the long sword in his hand. He could see that the most powerful of these people who came were only first-class masters, and the rest should be second-rate masters above the middle stream. But in the past few days, everyone's strength has improved, especially thanks to the support of the three high-level martial arts, now Lu Linchuan, Jiang Yu, Qin Yijue, Anding, Zhao Hui, and Lu Zhishen are all second-rate and above strength. Among them, Qin Yijue, Lu Zhishen, and Jiang Yu have cultivated to the peak of the second rate. Jiang Yu has cultivated to the second-rate peak because of the master's bonus, and he is only one step away from becoming a first-class master. The other two were originally second-rate masters, and they improved very quickly during this time. Coupled with a first-class master, Zeng Gillian, this battle is not without fighting.

"Every time the plot is desperate!" An Ding muttered, suddenly moved, and went straight to a second-rate master, and shouted at the same time: "What is it, the scholar is masked and killed, right?" I don't have to bring a lot of people. "He's cheering himself up.

As soon as he settled, the others immediately followed. Zeng Ajiao carried the gourd hammer, as if entering a no-man's land, and stopped three black-clothed people by himself, including the first-class master and two second-rate midstream masters, his hammer method is exquisite, and the power is infinite, the three of them dare not fight hard, and they dare not forcibly jump out of the battle circle, for fear of being smashed to death by Zeng Ajiao with a hammer when he has the opportunity. You must know that although Zeng Ajiao is a first-class realm, after all, he is born with divine power, which is not as simple as one plus one equals two. Now that he is using this hammer to make a happy move, it is really touching and dying, and being injured when touched. Seeing that Zeng Gillian was so brave, the others felt a lot more relieved, and each chose an opponent and fought. For a while, the small mountain gate of the Martial Sect was filled with the sound of shouting.

Lu Linchuan naturally went to the black-clothed man who was carrying Yue Xuan, and the strength of this black-clothed man was the same as Lu Linchuan's, and he was also second-rate. The man in black had no weapons either, and relied entirely on a pair of fleshy palms to fight the enemy. Lu Linchuan naturally didn't use weapons, mainly because he was afraid of accidentally injuring Yue Xuan in the hands of the man in black.

One of the two was carrying a half-sized boy in his hand, and the other was only using intermediate-level martial arts, and they unexpectedly ended up in a tie, which was not what Lu Linchuan wanted. There were twelve people in black, and Zeng Ajiao stopped three of them. An Ding, Lu Linchuan, and Zhao Hui each stopped one person. The remaining six people were picked up by Jiang Yu and the three. However, although these three people are second-rate peaks, they don't need to be mediocre on the other side, the six people are all second-rate superior strength and tacit understanding, and the three of them not only did not have the upper hand in a short period of time, but also had a slight advantage. There was a stalemate on the field.

In the midst of the scuffle, Lu Linchuan suddenly heard a cold snort, and his face was overjoyed after reacting to who it was: "Senior! ”

This person who snorted coldly was none other than Nan Jiangyue.

Nan Jiangyue suddenly appeared on the roof of the Martial Sect's main hall, and the grandmaster's momentum was like a huge wave on the sea, pouring down! All of a sudden, the internal force that suppressed the people who were fighting was not working smoothly, and even his consciousness was a little trance.

"Bullying juniors? Do you still have the face to say what kind of 'Venerable Jishi' you are? ”

When Lu Linchuan and the others were relaxing, they suddenly felt a light pressure on their bodies, and then they heard a voice coming, which actually broke the grandmaster momentum of Nan Jiangyue!

Everyone exchanged glances, and they all understood in their hearts that there was another grandmaster master!

I saw a figure in the distance, approaching quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it landed on the roof of the Wuzong Palace, standing opposite Nan Jiangyue. Lu Linchuan looked intently, and saw that the man was in a white robe, with a long sword on his back, and his gray and white hair unexpectedly grew to his ankles, and he was casually draped down. There was also a boy beside the man, who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, and was carved in powder.

After Nan Jiangyue saw the visitor, she suddenly laughed: "I only received a letter from Beichentian yesterday, saying that you have apostatized. I didn't expect to see you today. Your spy is very powerful, did you come here to recruit me, or did you plan to kill me? But why bother to take these juniors to accompany the funeral? ”

The person who came was none other than the junior disciple of the Demon Sect Leader Sword Thirty-Three, Sword Ninety-Nine!

Jian Jiujiu looked at Nan Jiangyue, and for a while he had mixed feelings: "I haven't seen you for so many years, what do you do when you meet?" ”

"What, you still want to have two drinks with me?" The smile on Nan Jiangyue's face became stronger and stronger.

Jian Ninety-Nine suddenly became a little excited, and shouted uncontrollably: "I'm not apostatic, I just don't like Sword Thirty-Three's practice!" What is the dream of our Holy Religion?! It is to make the world the same! But after all these years, what have you done to him? Throughout the rivers and lakes, my Holy Sect is about to become a legend! Why! Why should the world be in harmony? ”

Below, when Lu Linchuan heard this, he glanced at An Ding, and sure enough, An Ding said with a swishing look: "Yo, this big brother has also joined the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army?" ”

Nan Jiangyue looked at Jian Jiujiu and said slowly: "The times are different. And no matter what, you shouldn't be in the same league as that Wang Jingming! ”

"Complicity?!" Jian Jiujiu looked even more excited: "What do you know? You have no idea how great our ideals are! ”

Nan Jiangyue frowned, and then said: "Right and wrong, there is a public opinion. Today, either you retreat, or you will see the real chapter under your hands. ”

"Offended!" After all, Sword Ninety-Nine was a grandmaster-level master, and when he heard this, he immediately calmed down, and after saying a word, he didn't see him draw his sword, so he stabbed forward, and the long sword on his waist suddenly appeared in his hand. One person, one sword, one indomitable rushed towards Nan Jiangyue.

"Your sword has lost its heart." Nan Jiangyue shook her head: "At the beginning, you and Thirty-three, one learned the sword, and the other learned the sword, and walked the benevolent way. But where is the righteousness of your sword now? As he spoke, Nan Jiangyue slapped away the move of Sword Ninety-Nine with one palm.

"So what? How can you understand my pursuit! "Sword ninety-nine, another sword stabbed over!

Below, Lu Linchuan and the others were still watching the play, and suddenly felt a chill in their bodies, and when they looked back, those black-clothed people had already carried swords and silently surrounded them.

"Mentally retarded, these people, isn't it good to watch a movie?" An Ding smashed his fist into a man in black closest to him, and said with some dissatisfaction. The others also immediately contemplated the battle, and in an instant, they were all in a fight.

No one noticed that the boy who had been following Jian Jiujiu suddenly walked towards the battlefield, carrying a small short sword in his hand, and his face was expressionless.

Suddenly, an iron fan stopped him on his way, the boy frowned, and stabbed him with a sword, and the person who stopped him turned sideways and looked at him with a mocking face: "Yo, first-class level!" It's not easy to be so young! ”

The person who came was none other than Dong Zhiqiu, who came all the way from the border pass.

An iron fan, with three big characters on it: I'm not handsome! The fan was flipped over, and there were two big characters on it: Who is handsome?