The air was blowing in the empty third floor.

The proprietress looked fixedly, only to see that the royal power Taoist had raised his glass from afar, and in front of him, there was already a gray-haired old man standing with his hands in his hands, tall and tall, and his breath was unruly.

In front of the old man, on the left and right, stood a monk.

A middle-aged monk with a robe obliquely draped and a generous appearance, the monk's complexion is also like King Kong, and the air behind his head is thick, as if there is a small sun hidden.

The demeanor is graceful, like the Buddha sitting on the lotus platform in the temple walking out.

The other is an old monk with palpitations, short in stature, with shriveled skin, and yellowish marks on it can be faintly seen.

On the opposite side of the royal power Taoist, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt was sitting at this time.

The middle-aged man has no sword or sword, his long hair hanging down his waist is meticulously combed, his roots are black and supple, his face is also sharpened, his eyes are narrow and long, and there seems to be a thunderbolt in his eyes, which is breathtaking.

Shake the world, Yan maniac!

Living Buddha, Wheel King!

Kill the Arhat, Master Yixiu!

Like the moon hanging in the air, worship the moon real people!

Counting the royal power Dao people, this is already the top great master on the spectrum of the five weapons!

Mu Qingfeng and Pang Lao'er in that voice, aren't they the Six Prison Demon Venerable Pang Wanyang, who ranks first and second on the weapon spectrum, and Mu Qingfeng, the Taibai Sword Immortal?

Boom!

The proprietress rolled her throat and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

This movement was very subtle, but her face turned white with fright, and her hand holding the small wine jug trembled as if it were convulsive.

It's not that she's not bold enough, it's that these people in front of her are too terrifying.

These few people, with a single move of a finger, can kill themselves a thousand times, let alone Qi Zhi?

Who can not be afraid, who can not be afraid?

"Amitabha."

Yixiu clasped his hands together and saluted slightly: "Dao Chief, meet again." ”

"Good, good, I've heard the name of a real person for a long time, and now when I see it, it's really worthy of the name."

The Wheel King smiled and saluted, but there was a ripple in his clear eyes.

In this royal power man's body, he felt a familiar aura.

"It's been a long time since the master."

An Qisheng drank the wine in the cup, felt the human skin roll that suddenly beat wildly in the sleeve robe, and smiled slightly:

"I've heard about the name of the Wheel King for a long time."

The moon worshipper real person picked up the cup by himself, looked at a few people with interest, and smiled silently.

Yan maniac was too lazy to be polite so much, and as soon as he arched his hand, he sat down with a golden knife:

"There are too many polite words, it seems too hypocritical, those who are willing to sit sit, and those who do not want to sit stand!"

"Brother Yan is quick to talk."

The real person who worshiped the moon smiled, and the laughter was like a spring breeze.

Yixiu and the Wheel King just shook their heads slightly, and they both sat down.

The table is huge.

It was expected that there would be a seat for seven people, and after a few people were seated, there were still two seats free.

At this moment, a steady footstep came slowly.

Dada~~~

A young man dressed in white, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, and no debris, paced up the stairs like an immortal.

This man in white has a handsome appearance, and his breath is cool and not cold, but as pure as a clear spring in the mountains.

He was also the only one who came with a weapon.

The slender white fingers held a sheathed long sword.

He slowly raised his head, under his slender eyebrows, his eyes were as warm as water:

"If you're used to coming and going, aren't you used to walking?"

"Brother Mu, don't come unharmed."

The Wheel King put one hand on his chest and said hello with a smile, and the two seemed to know each other.

Mu Qingfeng nodded without being salty:

"I've always been nice."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over everyone one by one, stayed on An Qisheng's body for a moment, and finally landed on Yixiu:

"But it's for the master to take the lead."

"Amitabha."

Yixiu recited a Buddha horn lightly, sighed slightly, and said lightly: "The old monk has never competed with others in his life, and it has been three hundred years. ”

His words were desolate and ancient, like a city wall covered with moss, but the words he said were unprecedentedly strong, which made Yan Maniac, Wheel King, and Moon Worshippers all raise their eyebrows in unison.

Except for the old eunuchs hidden in the Dafeng King City, Yixiu is undoubtedly the longest person in the world.

It is said that this old monk was not the most outstanding one in the rivers and lakes two hundred years ago, he lived for more than two hundred years, and there were talented people from generation to generation, and he was pressed by others from generation to generation.

Now, he has been pressed by Mu Qingfeng and Pang Wanyang.

However, this is only because he is not fighting, not because he is not strong.

After nearly 300 years of not fighting with others, many people have forgotten why he was called a killer arhat 200 years ago.

Such a person, once he has made up his mind to fight with others.

In the world, no one can stop it.

Mu Qingfeng was silent, and the long sword he held in his palm shook lightly and poked out half an inch.

Swish~

It seemed to be a flash of lightning in the middle of the night.

The sound of a sword roaring like a dragon's roar instantly pierced through the entire hall on the third floor.

Suddenly, there seemed to be ice falling in the hall on the third floor, and it seemed that even the air was frozen.

Yixiu folded his hands, his expression was as plain as before, and he gently recited the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha."

Airplanes~

It seems that the bronze bell of tens of millions of catties in the high hanging Huangjue Temple has been ringed!

Hong Zhong Da Lu's chanting seemed to explode in everyone's hearts, and in an instant, the breath of the most yang and the strongest spread out, colliding with the cold sword intent.

This old monk who has lived for nearly three hundred years has cultivated Sun Wuji!

Yan Maniac, Moon Worshipper, and Wheel King were not surprised, and they were slightly clear in their hearts.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so ambitious.

He cultivates the sun, and Pang Wanyang cultivates the yin.

The battle between the two is the most likely to inspire that inspiration, which is more advantageous than everyone present.

The proprietress standing next to a few people only felt cold on her body and slightly hot on her thighs.

Extremely ashamed and indignant welled up in my heart, and my brain went blank: it's over, old lady, old lady's face is lost.

"The Lord has not yet arrived, why should the two of them fight?"

At this moment, a flat voice was inserted horizontally between the two, like a starry sky encompassing the sun and the moon, instantly dissolving the tense atmosphere between the two.

At this moment, several people present were slightly shocked in their hearts.

Mu Qingfeng and Yixiu's eyes also moved, although the two were only a superficial taste, but they could interrupt the collision between the two so freely, this royal power Taoist .......

Is this Tai Chi?

Yixiu put down his hands together, and Mu Qingfeng's half-inch long sword fell back.

Immediately, the proprietress was shocked.

One palm took the flask in her hand and waved it at her.

"Huh~"

The proprietress covered her hot face in shame and ran out of the third floor as if she were running away.

I couldn't help but feel a little grateful to this person.

In an instant, he secretly scolded himself for being cheap, aren't all these people recruited by him?

"Brother Mu, please sit down."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, the wine pot tilted slightly, and a clear wine had already drawn an arc and landed in the glasses of several people.

"The Way of Tai Chi ......."

Mu Qingfeng's eyes flashed, and he sat down slowly.

The scene on the top of the Wangquan Mountain, although only the Yan madmen who really witnessed it, it was impossible for many big forces of the Great Gate Sect not to know about it.

It's just that he didn't pay much attention to it originally.

Whether it is too yin or the sun, there is no high or low, even if the two are fused, it may not be stronger than a single sun too yin, but at this time, it seems that this is not the case.

"It is worthy of the king's power ......"

After Mu Qingfeng sat down, Yixiu muttered slightly, his voice was very small, and his meaning was unknown, which made several other people a little surprised.

But Anqisheng seems to know something, and he doesn't care.

Just said loudly:

"Your fellow Daoists have arrived, isn't Brother Pang still showing up?"

The voice fluttered in the wind and sand, but it was a thousand pounds in weight, overpowering the diffuse wind and sand.

The figure of the green shirt who came slowly in the wind and sand appeared.

Pang Wanyang paced in the wind and sand, and Mrs. White Lotus followed not far away.

Hear Anderson's words.

Mrs. Bailian's face changed, and she couldn't help but speak:

"Sect Master, no!"

Her senses were extremely sensitive, and she could feel the incomparable strength of the six realms in the Hanlong Inn, showing her momentum like the sun and the moon.

Wang Quan Taoist, Mu Qingfeng, Yixiu, Wheel Method, Moon Worship Zhenren, Yan Maniac!

In front of such six earth-shattering masters, no one could not change color.

In the world, no one can compete with six supreme masters of the same level, not even Pang Wanyang.

But letting her voice be blown away by the wind and sand, Pang Wanyang didn't realize it.

The steps under his feet are unhurried, and his body shape has not changed at all.

It's just that a pair of deep eyes became as bright as the morning sun, penetrating more than ten miles of wind and sand, and landed on the third floor of the Hanlong Inn:

"The Taoist chief invited him twice, if Pang didn't come, wouldn't he lose the face of the Taoist chief?"

A voice with a faint smile wafted between them.

Pang Wanyang moved with the wind, as if he had already stepped more than ten miles between steps.

The sudden air currents blew down the ubiquitous wind and sand, and also blew his green robes.

Sigh law ~

In the hall of the inn, the red horse, which was drinking wine and delicacies, let out a long neigh, as if he had been greatly frightened.

The proprietress who had just run down from the third floor was startled by the neighing of the horse, and was about to scold when she saw Pang Wanyang pacing.

'Pang, Pangwanyang......'

The pupils shrank, and she guessed the identity of the person who came, and the proprietress only felt that her body was soft, and she fell into the corner.

Whether it's a break or Mu Qingfeng, in the end, she is a decent elder, although she is afraid, she doesn't think they will kill her.

But this is Pang Wanyang!

Legend has it that he has been the number one demon in the world for decades, and the demon venerable, the demon king, and the peerless devil who dominates the tens of millions of demons of the Six Hell Demon Sect!

Looking at Pang Wanyang, who was pacing, the proprietress rolled her eyes and fainted to the ground.

The last thought before passing out was; I must be good and never show my face again, this is too scary.

Pedal Pedal ~~~

On the third floor, listening to the footsteps that are neither high nor low, the eyes of the six people fell at the same time.

Pang Wanyang strode up to the third floor.

Facing the six great masters of the same level as him, he pinched his palm slightly, and he had already pinched the wine glass left for him.

After drinking it all, his voice and long hair were in unison:

"The wine is finished, fellow Daoists,

Who comes first? ”