On Xuanwu Street in Luoyang.

This whole street is full of shops with pictures of ladies, fans, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and so on.

There were groups of three or five on the street, and at a glance, seven or eight of the ten were young scholars dressed as scholars, or there were also young ladies and girls from official eunuchs, rolling up their sleeves and walking lightly into the four treasures of the study and the shops one by one.

Today is obviously a grand event dedicated to readers.

The youngest son of Old Master Zhu came to Luoyang.

With Zhu Xi's status in the world and in the literary world, his son came to Luoyang, how could he not cause the Luoyang literary world to shake.

Scholars from a state came one after another, wanting to meet their son Zhu Yi.

Even many people from poor families are looking up to each other and want to see this Zhu Gongzi.

Without him, Zhu Yi was originally the son of a contemporary master of science, and later studied under the old master Zhou Dunyi, another great Confucian in Confucianism, as a teacher, and he was influenced by the best poetry and books in Confucianism since he was a child, and he was born good.

In addition, Zhu Yi has amazing talent and qualifications, so he is famous in the world, and has his own annotations on the "Book of Changes", the king of ten thousand classics, so that even some Confucians of scripture can not help but be impressed by their unique opinions after hearing about it, and sigh to themselves.

These conditions add up.

As long as there are scholars in the world, Zhu Yi is regarded as the head of the young scholars he admires the most!

Today.

And Zhu Yi was visited by many scholars and scholars, and he couldn't refuse them one by one, so he held a "poetry meeting" in the famous Perfume Pavilion on Xuanwu Street.

Poetry meeting.

Zhu Yi looked at the papers and poems in front of him, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head, and approving in his heart.

"In the Luoyang literary circle, there are still some people who are really talented and learned, and this first poet is not easy to choose."

Behind him, there are two stunning women, his two confidants.

One is dressed in a red dress, with a plump figure, skin and snow, pupils like autumn water, looking at Zhu Yi with affection, and he has the beautiful temperament of everyone in the palace.

The other elf is cute, but he is well-behaved next to Zhu Yi to add fragrance and pour tea.

But at this time.

Suddenly, an old man eagerly broke into the poetry club.

"Childe, something's wrong!"

He shouted.

Immediately, the rest of the people in the poetry club looked sideways:

"Isn't that Cheng Lao of Zhu Yi's son's family, why are you so flustered."

The crowd was amazed.

Old Master Zhu's house has always been strictly educated, even if it is an old man, he should be overpowered by the edified Mount Tai and his face will not change, but such an attitude obviously shows that there is something big.

When Zhu Yi heard this, he raised his eyes slightly, and his voice was as gentle as jade:

"What's the matter?"

His voice was slow and coherent, as if he could not be shocked no matter what, and he had a very high level of cultivation.

When the old man approached, he whispered:

"The young Taoist who guarded the treasure knife in Lord Zhou's mansion came here with that knife."

"Oh?"

Zhu Yi's face was slightly smiling, and he said:

"Do you know what you mean?"

The old man replied:

"I don't know yet, but I should be here for Childe."

Ever since the old man broke in.

The young readers at the poetry meeting all fell silent, and they all looked at Zhu Yi curiously and carefully.

In addition, the two people did not shy away from talking.

"That real person in the Yin Mansion of the Zhou Mansion?"

"Thick-backed knife!"

"The young real man who guarded the thick back knife came to find Zhu Gongzi with that knife?"

Immediately, the poets who heard the news all whispered in their voices, and their tones were full of surprise.

Not all of those gathered here today are scholars, but there are many young people who also have cultivation.

They are all disciples of rich families, how can they not cultivate themselves and practice martial arts, besides, these people are all young literati in Luoyang, how can they not have heard of the recent thick-backed knife and "immortal-level martial arts" that have caused trouble in Luoyang City.

"It stands to reason that Zhu Gongzi has the inheritance of Old Master Zhu and the inheritance of Zhou Daru, where do you need to covet an immortal-level martial arts, but he still came here, in fact, I can't figure it out."

At the poetry meeting, many young people talked silently.

Zhu Yi smiled slowly and said:

"Since there are guests coming, how can I not go to greet them."

Zhu Yi had already walked up from between the desks, and said to the others slightly:

"Let's go out and miss for a while."

With that, he walked out the door.

And when he leaves his seat temporarily, everyone else can sit down.

In addition, the identity of that Taoist is not simple.

"It is said that Chen Xixiang, who is enshrined as a real person in Keqing by Zhou Fu Yin, is not very old, but veteran masters such as the Quanzhen Sect Wang Chu Yizhen are not his opponents."

"Not only that, it is said that even Duan Yulou of the Dali royal family was suppressed by this young real person and imprisoned in Luoyang Prison."

"Now he's taking the initiative?"

Everyone was shocked by Chen Xixiang's move.

The thick-backed knife, it was too late for someone else to guard it and not dare to leave.

This young Taoist actually took the initiative to take it out, and also came directly to Zhu Yigongzi, one of the three young masters gathered in Luoyang.

What the hell does it mean?

All were curious.

Zhu Yi walked out of the poetry meeting and came to the street, and saw a young Taoist walking slowly on the street from a distance.

Dozens of feet away.

Zhu Yi had already seen Chen Xixiang's appearance clearly.

This person's complexion is like crystal, with fair skin, dark robes, and a tall figure.

"I can't see the depth of his cultivation?"

An inexplicable look flashed in Zhu Yi's eyes.

With Zhu Yi's eyesight and insight, even if he was a human immortal master who was at the peak of his innate nature and had a perfect acupoint, it was impossible not to leak any breath in front of him.

But Chen Xixiang who walked towards him.

Unexpectedly, under the investigation of his gaze, he didn't show any breath, and even if Zhu Yi felt that he closed his eyes, he couldn't even feel the existence of this Taoist at all.

"Mysterious! Powerful! ”

This is Zhu Yi's first impression of Chen Xixiang, and he said to himself in his heart:

"This person is not simple, no wonder Wang Chuyi and Duan Yulou have been defeated and killed under him."

Wang Chuyi and Duan Yulou are both peak masters at the level of innate grandmasters, and neither of them is from the martial arts holy land, not a cat or a dog, but they were defeated by Chen Xixiang in the same day's time, and it seems that they are easily defeated.

This side shows that Chen Xixiang's strength has far surpassed the master of the Innate Grandmaster Realm.

With the strength to easily crush the masters of the same realm, the realm may be unknowable, but the combat power is definitely at the level of a great grandmaster.

Zhu Yi can also do this.

Therefore, he was witnessing Chen Xixiang walking over step by step, and his eyes were still unsettling.

Until Chen Xixiang approached Sanzhang.

Zhu Yi had a warm smile on his face:

"Your Excellency is Chen Xixiang's real person?"

Chen Xixiang stood still.

Zhu Yi couldn't see through Chen Xixiang's cultivation, but Chen Xixiang could see Zhu Yi clearly.

Far away, he saw the splendid article qi rushing out of Zhu Yi's body, which was actually a little worse than the temperament of Bao Zheng, Su Dongpo and other literary leaders, what was missing was just the precipitation of time.

Yes.

He didn't need to ask anything to determine the identity of the person in front of him, he only smiled lightly and said:

"Today's poor road is only here for one thing."

Zhu Yi smiled back and said:

"You might as well let Zai guess, the real person is here to persuade Zai Xia not to participate in the fight for the thick-backed knife?"

He spoke.

The other people in the poetry club all looked at the two of them, and they all said in their hearts, sure enough, because of the knife.

Chen Xixiang hadn't spoken yet.

Zhu Yi smiled and said:

"Don't hide it from the real person, Zhu Yi does want to see the content of the immortal martial arts, but he also knows that because of this scripture, it has now caused a lot of bloody rain in Luoyang City, which is really not what I want, in fact, it is very simple to let Zai Xia not participate in that knife, and I can provide two suggestions for real people to choose from."

"One, it is better for a real person to hand over the thick-backed knife directly to the lower for safekeeping, and the lower dare to guarantee that after this knife is in the hands of the lower hand, no one will dare to find the knife and snatch the knife."

"The second kind is also simple, if the real person can have the cultivation and strength to make him subdued, he should leave Luoyang in the next place."

He spoke.

Many were surprised.

I didn't expect Zhu Yi to really learn it for that immortal martial arts.

Didn't he already have his own family's Thirteen Realms Martial Arts Inheritance "Saint King Qi Diagram" and another Immortal Realm Martial Arts "Tai Chi True Qi", why did he have to compete for an immortal-level martial arts again.

However, Chen Xixiang said with a smile:

"Poor Dao knows that you want to break away from your father's influence, and want to create your own scriptures and martial arts, if you want to do this, you must read a hundred martial arts, this reason is indeed sufficient, but the two points you just said are not the reason why Poor Dao came to you today......"

"Poor Dao came to you today, just to give you the next invitation."

Chen Xixiang's words fell.

The Wang guard, who followed Chen Xixiang, immediately stepped forward and took out a red gilded invitation.

"Huh?"

Zhu Yi couldn't help but be slightly surprised after hearing this.

After he accepted the invitation, the light of his eyes couldn't help but change for the first moment.

Immediately, he closed the invitation and chuckled:

"I didn't expect you to have such courage to be a real person, and you actually wanted to reopen a 'Luoyang Sword' meeting in Luoyang that was the same as 'Huashan on the Sword', do you know that even if it was Wang Chongyang, he only invited some people in the martial arts, and recently this Luoyang City has been haunted in addition to the below, there are also the descendants of the Heavenly Demon of the Jin Kingdom, the descendants of the Mongolian Heavenly Demons and other characters."

After hearing the content of Zhu Yi's invitation to Chen Xixiang, many young people at the poetry meeting were shocked:

"What?"

"You actually want to engage in the second Huashan Sword Debate in Luoyang City?"

"Is he thinking of himself as Wang Chongyang's immortal?!"

"Not only that, even among the masters invited by the original Wang Chongyang Immortals, the most powerful ones are just the four innate grandmasters of the East Evil, the West Poison, the Southern Emperor, and the Northern Beggar."

In that Huashan Sword Debate, the peak of the strength of many masters was just the grandmaster.

And this time.

Jin Jiuwu, Meng Zanglong, and Zhu Yi, which one is not a country Tianjiao, which one is not young, although there is only a grandmaster, but the combat power is comparable to the master of the great grandmaster, and if you add their respective advanced inheritances, even if the great grandmaster fights them, I am afraid that they will not be able to gain the upper hand.

If it weren't for this, how could it sweep away the invincible opponents of the same generation and be called a country's pride.

A country, tens of thousands of people, and young people in all major holy places have been compared, and there is only one person in each generation of young people.

Any one of the three will be a figure like Wang Chongyang in the future.

At the beginning, Wang Chongyang played the innate four uniques.

And today is equivalent to Chen Xixiang going to beat three young Wang Chongyang!

Chen Xixiang didn't say anything about Zhu Yi's words, his emotions were unwavering, and he smiled lightly.

"I just hope you won't be absent then."

Zhu Yi looked at the address that had been pasted.

Seven days later.

Luoyang White Horse Temple.

Suddenly, at this time.

A woman's voice as cold as frost rolled from the air like a wave, and burst out:

"Bold, you are also worthy of daring to learn from my true master, and hold the Huashan Sword Discussion Meeting in Luoyang again!"

Accompanied by this sharp female voice.

Everyone turned their heads to look.

"Who?!"

"Quan Zhen Zhang's teacher?"

"Is it a member of the True Sect?"

Zhu Yi's eyes immediately turned sideways in a direction, and he had already seen five Daoists stepping in.

Later, others recognized the five men.

They all lost their voices.

"Ma Yu Zhenren, Sun Buer Zhenren, Hao Datong Zhenren, Tan Chuduan Zhenren, Liu Chuxuan Zhenren of the Quanzhen Sect."

"All the truths and five truths, just the real people of Yuyang and the real people of Changchun."

And Chen Xixiang knew who was talking long before the others found out.

He turned to look at the five people who were walking towards him menacingly, and said to himself:

"It's still here."

He also knew that the other people of the Quanzhen Sect had come to Luoyang, so he was not surprised that these people appeared to come to the door.

Ma Yu's five true people originally went directly to the Zhou Mansion Yin Mansion to find someone, but after going to the mansion, they heard that Chen Xixiang had left the mansion, so they immediately chased after the poetry club.

Sun Buer, the only Kun Dao among the Seven True Truths, has a violent temper and an old-fashioned personality that is not weaker than Qiu Chuji, and when he saw Chen Xixiang standing at the door of the Poetry Society, he immediately shouted again:

"You little thief, you have a ruthless heart, you abolish my ambition to respect your nephew, and you broke Yuyangzi's leg, today, I will definitely let you experience such pain!"

"No, wait, let's make it clear first......"

Ma Yu immediately spoke, and only then did he want to stop him, and he wanted to ask the truth of the matter clearly.

But Sun Buer was not far away from Chen Xixiang, and shouted angrily.

"Don't stop me, why do you need to make it clear, Yu Yangzi was broken by this person, and he needs to say anything!"

In a word.

Step on!

Sun Bu'er just took a step, and the speed of the innate master was immediately exerted, and his body had already stepped out of dozens of zhang, and he pulled out a three-foot front!

Airplanes~

Because Sun Buer's martial arts were the weakest among the seven sons of Quanzhen, it was Wang Chongyang who deliberately handed over his sword to Sun Buer.

This sword is no longer just a divine soldier level, but is contaminated with Wang Chongyang's immortal energy!

A clang.

Everyone in front of the poetry building dozens of feet away seemed to feel the strong murderous aura of Jin Ge as if thousands of troops were rushing to kill, like a sea of scrolls!

saw his wife Sun Fuji rushing out.

"Not good!"

Ma Yu couldn't stop it, and his heart reacted very quickly:

"This Qingcheng junior is extremely skilled, Yuyangzi was defeated by him, and he went up alone, and the end was ......"

He was worried about Sun Buer's safety, and sighed in his heart in an instant: "It's okay." ”

"Senior brothers, let's take him down!"

"Yes, Brother Master!"

With Ma Yu's order.

Rumble!

After the five of them arrived, there was no nonsense, and they shot at the same time!

Whoa!

One after another, the body burst up, and the bluestone slabs on the street instantly shattered one by one, like a wave of dust!

Hula~

Five figures came as if breaking through the sky, a distance of tens of zhang......

In an instant, he was killed in front of Chen Xixiang!

Moment.

In front of the Poetry Society, on the street, everyone was shocked.

Five innate masters made a move, and the momentum was amazing!

Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at!

It was like five dragons appeared on the street, driving the flying sand and rocks, swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog, and the air flow exploded one by one, roaring in all directions like lightning!

But then!

Rumble!

But under a long roar, all these boundless energy were evaporated and dispersed.

This long roar, like the chant of a dragon, spread to the heavens and the earth.

"Ahh My ears! ”

"What a terrible whistling!"

Even Zhu Yi was stunned by the mixed power contained in this long roar.

When Chen Xixiang didn't move, he couldn't see the depth of Chen Xixiang clearly, but under this long roar, he immediately sensed Chen Xixiang's strength...... It's so majestic and terrifying.

Many people covered their ears and looked at Chen Xixiang who spoke in horror.

The Taoist figure does not move:

"If Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi are also there, you Quanzhen Seven Sons and Seven People put up the Tiangang Beidou Array, but it can also make me feel more serious, only the five of you, can you also avenge Wang Chuyi?"

Chen Xixiang said indifferently, facing Sun Buer, who was the first to kill.

No fist prints are useless.

It's just an arm sticking out like lightning, five fingers clenched, and a simple straight punch blasting out.

Instantly.

Rumble!

A terrifying air flow swept through, converging into a column of air, condensed into the shape of a fist!

The next moment, he occupied all of Sun Buer's sight!

"Not good!"

Sun Buji, who was the first to kill, immediately lost his voice.

"Can't be hardwired!"

This punch down.

Her heart was terrified, and she felt that the heavens and the earth were collapsing towards her.

Sun Buji instantly understood why Yuyang Zhenren Wang Chuyi would be broken by this young Taoist!

However, she couldn't move even if she wanted to.

Because, under one punch, the boundless air flow mediated and tore her, and she was actually fixed in place!

I could only watch as this punch smashed down towards her like an optimus pillar!

Vast! Strong!