Three days later

A white horse paced the wide streets of the city, and the people around them scattered on both sides.

Huang Array, who was wearing a black suit, carried his inseparable red sandalwood sword box on his back, leading the white horse slowly, and the ethereal sword qi on his body could be vaguely seen.

Cheng Long, who was wearing a Luoluo suit, reached out and rubbed his temples, it seemed that all people with a hangover couldn't escape the headache, even if they were as strong as Cheng Long.

Walking slowly from the Beiliang Palace, Cheng Long yawned lazily and said in a deep voice: "You go back and tell that little guy that it's almost time to send it here, and when you get back the Huanglu Sword, we will send him to Wudang Mountain to inherit the internal strength of the Great Rhubarb Court." ”

After drinking with Xu Xiao, Chen Zhibao and others, Cheng Long only felt a little drunk.

But in the past three days, he has been drinking with Xu Fengnian every night, and Cheng Long has learned what it means to be strong and strong.

Xu Fengnian, who didn't know any martial arts at all, was stunned because of his own drinking, so Cheng Long had a hangover almost every day for the past three days!

Huang Zhentu stretched out his hand and released the reins, his feet moved slightly, and his figure pulled out an afterimage, which instantly appeared in front of the two hundred Beiliang Wangfu guards who were accompanying him behind.

The soles of his feet lightly touched the ground, Huang Jintu stabilized his figure, and landed next to Xu Fengnian's white horse smoothly, and reached out and took out a stack of silk silk from his arms, after all, it was taken from the palace, and it was almost anywhere, this stack was all good silk silk, and ordinary people might not be able to afford one even if they didn't eat or drink for a year.

Xu Fengnian glanced down at the silk silk in Huang Jintu's hand, and saw that these good silk silks were painted with charcoal, each of which was a sword move, and there was a delicate handwriting embellished with pen and ink next to the sword move, from Jian Yi to Jian Jiu, it can be said to be very detailed.

"Good word. ”

Xu Fengnian narrowed his eyes slightly, and sighed sincerely.

His calligraphy and painting books are also famous in Liangzhou, but when he saw the simple handwriting, Xu Fengnian felt ashamed of himself from his heart.

"Young master, Lao Huang is a swordsmith, although he has realized the way of the sword, but there are not many sword moves, and he has realized nine strokes after a jiazi, I have no culture, so naturally I can't get a good name, I can only replace it with a sword one to a sword nine, the first eight strokes don't matter, but this ninth sword is realized when I accompanied the young master to walk six thousand miles in the past three years, Cheng Long said that my sword was realized by walking six thousand miles with the young master, so this sword is called six thousand miles. ”

Huang Zhentu grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and said with a smile: "Young Master, you don't think this name is cheesy, right? To be honest, my old Huang also thinks that these six thousand miles are a little less imposing than any dragon snake and sword tricks like Di Lian. ”

The smile on Huang Zhentu's face once again stung Xu Fengnian.

Xu Fengnian carefully took the silk silk in Lao Huang's hand, and said tremblingly: "Lao Huang, this name is very good, you go, if you want to drink rice wine on the way, and you don't have silver on you to buy wine, then come back, our master drinks Longyan sink tank for two days, and the tube is full!"

Huang Zhentu shook his head gently, and did not take Xu Fengnian's words, but said: "Young master, although there is a Cheng Long sect leader sweeping the formation, but the rivers and lakes are fighting, no one can do what he says verbally. ”

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Two days later

Under the city of Emperor Wu

Cheng Long and Huang Chengtu stood side by side, looking up at the majestic outer city wall, and they were a little distracted for a while.

After a while, Cheng Long took a deep breath, the energy in his body surged out, and he roared: "Wang Xianzhi, I heard that you are a master who can make the clouds of the Nine Heavens droop and the waters of the four seas stand!

Cheng Long's voice was not loud, but he was angry, and his voice was extremely loud and set off by the internal qi, which seemed to make the entire Martial Emperor City shake.

Those who can make a living in Emperor Wu's city are those who have a foundation in martial arts, and there are not a thousand swordsmen in the city, but also eight hundred, not to mention the warriors who use other weapons.

Wang Xianzhi has been invincible in the world for 80 years, and there are many people who want to challenge Wang Xianzhi during this period, but most of them can't go to the city, after all, many masters in Wudi City are not decorations, people have been waiting here for many years and have no chance to go to the city, why should an outsider directly challenge Wang Xianzhi?

Many so-called martial arts masters who recklessly flew to the city showed their handsome light skills one by one, but in fact, they couldn't fly five or six zhang high, so they were attacked by a group of masters in Emperor Wudi City and died under the city.

But like today, before entering the city, he opened his mouth to provoke Wang Xianzhi's existence, I'm afraid that Cheng Long was the only one.

"Xishu swordsman Huang Array Tu, visit Emperor Wu City again, please fight Wang Xianzhi!"

Before the masters in Emperor Martial City could respond, Huang Zhentu patted the red sandalwood sword box behind him, and followed Cheng Long.

Although Huang Arraytu's strength has improved, in terms of the strength of internal strength, it is still inferior to Cheng Long by more than a star and a half, and his words barely cover half of the city.

Hearing the sound, the boiling masters in the city also fell silent.

Who doesn't know that over the years, there have been countless masters who have challenged Wang Xianzhi, among which the self-proclaimed swordsman is like a carp crossing the river, and the most important one is nothing more than the peach blossom sword god Deng Tai'a and the mysterious swordsman from Xishu, known as 'one sword can move forty states'.

The old masters in the city have all heard of the name Huang Array Diagram, because more than ten years ago, the owner of this name regretted defeating Wang Xianzhi and left a Yellow Reed Sword, which has been extinct since then, and has never heard any news about him.

But today, this swordsman, who calls himself the Yellow Formation Diagram, is back!

"Yellow Formation? It's you, interesting, interesting!"

"Since you dare to come back, you must be ready, right?"

"Please also enter the East China Sea, you and I will let go of the fight!"

A voice that was not inferior to Cheng Long sounded, as if it was responding to the challenge of the Yellow Formation Diagram, and in an instant, a burly body jumped up, crossed like a meteor, and went straight towards the direction of the East China Sea.

Huang Zhentu turned his head to look at Cheng Long beside him, and there was a look of doubt in his eyes.

"Go, there is wine in the rivers and lakes, don't be afraid of dying drunk, and have fun!"

Cheng Long put his hands behind his back, nodded at the yellow array diagram, and motioned for him to follow Wang Xianzhi.

The red sandalwood sword box behind him vibrate, the sword trembled like the sound of a dragon's groan, Huang Array reached out and patted the sword box behind him, a famous sword suddenly swept out, suspended in the air, and Huang Array jumped on the famous sword with a slight leap.

The blade of the sword cut through the air, directly pulling out the ripples of the Dao, one person and one sword, and swept straight towards the East China Sea.

When Huang Chengtu and Wang Xianzhi swept into the East China Sea one after another, the entire Martial Emperor City fell silent, and a group of masters who had stayed in it for many years made a noise, after all, the Martial Emperor City has not been peaceful in the past ten years, but there are not many martial artists who can make Wang Xianzhi take the initiative to ask for battle.

In addition to the Peach Blossom Sword God Deng Tai'a, there is only this Xishu swordsman Huang Array who visited Emperor Wu City again!

Moreover, even Cao Changqing, the official in Tsing Yi, and Deng Tai'a, the Peach Blossom Sword God, never let Wang Xianzhi say anything like entering and leaving the East China Sea!

It can be seen that this yellow array has disappeared for many years, and now it has become a master worthy of Wang Xianzhi's attention.

The people who can stay here are all masters, and at their level, ordinary practice is no longer enough to improve their martial arts, only when they observe the battle of masters, maybe they can touch the class and go further on the way to martial arts!

If they miss this battle, I'm afraid they will have to regret it, who knows when the next master who can let Wang Xianzhi go out of the city will appear?

"Roaring ——!"

Cheng Long suddenly raised his head and let out a loud dragon groan.

In an instant, the terrifying momentum poured down like a panic heavenly might, and hundreds of masters who didn't want to line up with the crowd just performed light skills and jumped up, and they were forced to be pressed down by this terrifying momentum, and the city gates on all sides seemed to be pushed by a huge force and directly closed!

It was only at this time that the masters in Emperor Wu City remembered that the person who called the formation outside the city just now was not just the swordsman Huang Formation of Xishu!

(End of chapter)

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