Ke Mengfan of Qingzhou Mansion, Shi Wanlong, the elder of the Beggar Gang, and Xiao Changfa, the sword king of the Changhe River...... In just thirteen days, five great masters who are on the top of the weapon spectrum have died!

Countless martial arts people were shocked.

Any master on the list is not alone, even a lone ranger like Ke Mengfan has a number of friends, and the death of these five people has caused a storm far more shocking than the death of Xue Chaoyang and others.

Especially when the perpetrator was the Holy Son of the Six Hell Demon Sect, the storm set off was even more incomparable to An Qisheng.

Feng Qingxuan, the holy son of the Six Hell Demon Sect, came to Dafeng and wanted to do what his teacher did back then!

This news was earth-shattering, breaking the peace of the entire rivers and lakes.

It reminds countless martial arts people of decades ago, the terrifying existence of a barefoot person who measured the world barefoot and weighed the entire martial arts with his fists.

Pang Wanyang!

Decades ago, Pang Wanyang, from an unknown junior, became recognized as the first in the world in one fell swoop.

For a time, the crowd in the rivers and lakes was surging.

I don't know how many people have visited Huangjue Temple, Jishen Sect, Moon Worship Villa, Zhengang Dao, Dalongmen and other major sects, wanting to ask them to come forward to subdue demons.

And just when many major sects were moved, they wanted to take action to subdue demons.

A letter of worship from the bitter cold land of the northwest, on the holy mountain of the six prisons, the highest in the world, was sent to all the major sects.

The letter was concise and to the point, but it shocked countless people:

"Come the Dead Master!"

On that day, on the Extreme God Mountain, the sword qi rushed into the sky, cutting through the clouds of the sky.......

In the Moon Worship Villa, a red moon rises in the daytime and shines in the sky.......

In the Huangjue Temple, the sound of the Buddha's chanting spread for dozens of miles, and countless people and believers worshiped it.......

.......

Chivalry Gate is located in front of the Wanchuan Mountains in Zhongzhou, backed by mountains, facing the Dalongjiang River, and has excellent feng shui.

However, the so-called chivalrous door is not as grand as imagined.

Not to mention that compared with many major factions, it is also inferior to the stations of some small gangs.

In addition to covering a large area, there is really nothing commendable.

In front of a quaint and old courtyard group on the riverside.

Yun Dongliu pulled the two little guys and came in the dust.

With his martial arts, it naturally won't take so long to return to the Chivalrous Gate, but with these two little guys, his speed will inevitably slow down.

It took more than a month to reach the chivalrous gate.

"Brother Jiu, did this trip go well?"

The two porters in front of the chivalrous gate chuckled and greeted Yun Dongliu:

"Why did you bring such two little guys? Are you going to be a disciple? ”

"I haven't made a name for myself yet, where is the qualification to accept apprentices?"

Yun Dongliu stuffed the horse to the porter and scolded with a smile:

"Are you sincere in wanting to see if your brother's joke is successful?"

"The other brothers don't dare to say it, it's no problem for the ninth brother to come."

The concierge seemed to have an excellent relationship with Yun Dongliu, and took the reins with a smile.

"These two little guys were entrusted by a friend of mine, and my friend's martial arts are ten times better than mine, and I am not qualified to teach them both."

Yun Dongliu squatted down and touched the little heads of the two little guys lovingly:

"Tingting, Haohao, you stay in the Chivalry Gate first, and when the Taoist is busy with his affairs, your uncle will take you to him again, okay?"

The two little guys are like him, extremely sensible and obedient, and he likes these two little guys quite a bit along the way.

"Well, listen to my uncle."

Jiang Tingting nodded obediently.

"Uncle, where did my master go?"

Zhang Haohao twisted his body a little uncomfortably.

"Uncle doesn't know this."

Yun Dongliu shook his head slightly.

An Qisheng's name is so loud now, the second place on the list is almost equal to his master, and he doesn't know that the old Taoist is a master who far surpasses him.

However, he never regretted what he promised.

Especially since he is one of the few people who knows the inside story of that battle, he knows that the old Taoist has saved many martial arts people, and the name of the blood demon is just framed by others.

"Will Master come to us?"

Hearing the senior brother mention the master, Jiang Tingting immediately wanted to cry: "We're leaving, what if the master doesn't know where we are?" ”

"No, my uncle made an appointment with your master."

Yun Dongliu wiped away the tears of the two little guys and asked one of the porters to take the two little ones to rest.

Along the way, the role of these two little guys' micro-martial arts functions is extremely limited.

At this time, I was tired and ruthless.

"Brother Jiu, in the past half a month, a major event has happened in the rivers and lakes......."

When the porter came back after setting up the horses, he couldn't help but talk about what had happened in the past few days.

"I've heard of it, but I don't know how."

Yun Dongliu's face was a little dignified.

Feng Qingxuan's news spread extremely quickly, almost half a month spread throughout the entire rivers and lakes, although he was busy on the road, but he was not isolated from the world, naturally he had heard some news.

It's just that he took the two little ones with him, and they were far away, but he couldn't really inquire.

"That Demon Sect Holy Son's martial arts are extremely high, even Shi Wanlong of the beggar gang has been planted, it is said that his body was shattered by his knife, and even the whole skin and flesh can not be found........"

The porter was a little wary of this when he talked about it.

Because of the many frictions between the Chivalrous Gate and the Beggar Gang, the people of the Chivalry Gate naturally have a deep understanding of the Beggar Gang.

Shi Wanlong is not only the elder of the beggar gang, but also the apprentice of the leader of the beggar gang, Wang Jianlong, a master who has been famous for twenty or thirty years, and once had difficulties with the chivalrous sect.

At this time, the death was so tragic, they naturally heard about it, and they were naturally afraid.

Yun Dongliu sat on the ground against the stone tablet, listening to the porter tell about the major events in the rivers and lakes these days.

There is no high or low in the chivalrous gate, this gatekeeper and he are all people of the same generation, and they control the intelligence system of the chivalrous gate.

"Although Shi Wanlong's name is famous, his martial arts may not be comparable to Ke Mengfan, and he is not unjust when he dies in the hands of Feng Qingxuan."

Yun Dongliu shook his head slightly.

The beggar gang is one of the oldest gangs in history, but unfortunately the beggar gang has always been mixed, and even the beggar gang of this generation may not be the same thing as the beggar gang of hundreds of years ago, although the name has been passed down.

Martial arts may not be passed down.

This beggar gang leader, Wang Zhenlong, did not learn the martial arts of the beggar gang, but the golden body horizontal training taught by a strange man in the mountains.

After he became the leader of the beggar gang, he learned from the strength of the hundreds of martial arts of the beggar gang, and after removing the essence of the beggar gang, he formed a set of dragon palms.

Practicing the royal envoy to descend the dragon palm with a golden body has established the prestige of the big gang of beggars.

The real pillar of the beggar gang is actually only him, and the rest are mostly unbearable.

"Having said that, that Fengqing Xuanwu is not to be underestimated, on the list of new weapons spectrum, he has already entered the top five."

The concierge smacked his tongue:

"Those six hell demon venerables are far less famous than him."

"He won't be the second Pang Wanyang's ........"

Yun Dongliu was about to say something, and suddenly his heart moved.

When I turned to look, I saw that on the opposite side of the hundred-zhang wide Dalongjiang River, a group of people stepped on the wind and dust.

The group wore monk's robes and hats.

Before coming to the river, he didn't stop, Shi Shiran stepped on the tumbling river and crossed the river on foot!

"That's ......."

The porter also found someone from beyond the river:

"Are they monks? Is it the monk of Huangjue Temple, or the monk of Wheel Temple, Rotten Ke? ”

"Dare to ask where the masters are from?"

Yun Dongliu's heart moved, and he shouted loudly.

This time, Yundongliu drummed up the internal force, made a lion's roar, shook the sky, and the sound waves spread far away to hundreds of zhang away, and the sound of the surging river could not be hidden.

"Yun Daxia is polite."

Above the river, the group of people did not stop at their feet, and after hearing this, they responded:

"The old monk Sande is from Huangjue Temple."

The old monk's true spirit was extremely majestic, but his plain opening was louder and clearer than the sound made by Yun Dongliu's internal force.

"It turned out to be Master Sande!"

Yun Dongliu's heart moved.

In the Huangjue Temple, the old monk with the highest rank is naturally a rest, and these three virtues are only two generations lower than a rest, and they are already the backbone of the Huangjue Temple today.

Although there is no name on the weapon spectrum, he is really an innate master who condenses into qi veins.

"Come uninvited, don't blame Yun Daxia."

The Baizhang River flicked by.

The crowd had come to the shore.

A sturdy monk at the head took off his hat and put his palm on his chest: "The little monk is here to ask to see Mr. Yun from the chivalrous sect." ”

"Seeking to see the ...... of the teacher"

Yun Dongliu's face changed slightly, and he had already vaguely guessed the meaning of this group of people:

"The tutor has been in retreat for a long time after fighting with the leader of the beggar gang, and I really don't know if his old man is out of the customs."

"It's okay."

As he spoke, the group had gradually walked in.

Sande took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Yun Dongliu:

"This is a letter written by the abbot of my family's Sankong to Mr. Yun, and I also ask Yun Daxia to hand it over to the Lingshi himself."

"A letter from the abbot of Sankong?"

Yun Dongliu took the letter with both hands, and couldn't help but ask, "Dare to ask Master Sande, is this letter related to the Holy Son of the Six Hell Demon Sect?" ”

"The abbot didn't explain, and the old monk didn't know."

Sande shook his head slightly.

"That being the case, I also invite a few masters to take a break in the village."

Yun Dongliu pinched the letter, only to feel a little hot.

After hesitating for a moment, he ordered the porter to entertain a few people, and hurriedly entered the chivalrous gate.

The station of the chivalrous gate was excavated by Yun Haitian little by little, and although the decoration was ordinary, it occupied a lot of land.

Yundong Liushu turned around a few corridors and several courtyards, and stopped before the inner courtyard.

"Teacher ......."

As soon as Yun Dongliu walked to the front of the inner courtyard, he saw the door of the inner courtyard being pushed open.

A tall, burly, bearded old man with a lion-like face strode out of the retreat.

"Teacher, Master Sande of Huangjue Temple is visiting."

A hint of worry appeared on Yundongliu's face.

As the old man stepped out of the room, he smelled a thick smell of blood, which emanated from the pores around him.

Obviously, he was not well injured.

The old man took the letter casually and opened it, his brows furrowed.

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