"Jiang Jin, aren't you on the Kun Peak of Jingshan Mountain? How did you get here? ”

Ran Shaotang stood on the high red courtyard wall, with a purple and green sword pinned to his waist, and his bright and clear eyes were shining with scorching light.

She asked Yi Rongcheng Jiang Jin's final nine chou in a familiar tone, like two friends who had just separated, and after saying goodbye, they met in the same market in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the past from the perspective of the final nine domains, the light flashing in Ran Shaotang's bright eyes was like a broken light like gold refracted on the blue surface of the Realm Lake. It makes people's eyes hurt.

The late autumn wind stirs the corners of the robe of the young man on the high wall, making people feel that the next moment, the person in front of him will become immortal.

He let out an absent-minded "ah".

After five years, the two reunited under masks, each with someone else's face, he knew who she was, but she didn't know how to pretend.

Ran Shaotang saw the stupid "Jiang Jin" and laughed bitterly.

It would be nice if he was really Jiang Jin.

It's a pity that the person in front of him is a liar.

Let him pretend for a while, and then solve Qiu Wuxi.

"Qiu Wuxi, when you see your grandfather, why are you so scared that you don't dare to speak?"

Qiu Wuxian glared at her, and he didn't fake his hands to others, and flew directly onto the wall, as if he wanted to go up and tear her in half.

Qiu Wuxian hates the two of them the most so far.

One is Ran Shaotang who ruined his eyes.

One is the end of the nine begonias standing on the high wall.

For Ran Shaotang, it is not so much hatred, but chagrin and regret that he can't get it, because he wants to take it for himself and take it for his own use, and a carelessness has been exploited. He probably blamed himself for underestimating the enemy.

And the end Jiutang made him hate it to the bone.

He never knew him, and he never had a grudge, and he never took the initiative to provoke Zhong Jiutang, but this Zhong Jiutang not only ruined his appearance, but also almost ruined his plan to dominate the apricot forest. How could he give up?

The undercurrent inside the Poison Immortal Gate is surging, and the dispute between the two factions always exists, and the master of the front door, that is, Qiu Wuji's master Ning Wuji, is all focused on studying poison arts.

After decades of hard work, the hard work has finally paid off. The black water delphinium he developed shocked the rivers and lakes, and no one could solve it.

This made the Poison Immortal Sect from a small sect with no name to a big gang in the apricot forest that was chilling and no one dared to provoke.

This also breeds the ambition of some people in the sect.

The rivers and lakes have always been dominated by martial arts.

Xinglin is only subordinate to the rivers and lakes, and all the sects in the martial arts are not in their eyes. If it is said that there is prestige, only the Medicine King Sect.

There are too many martial arts sects that rely on the Medicine King Sect to deliver divine doctors.

In a martial arts gang, if there is a disciple of the Medicine King Sect, then their position in the martial arts is almost as stable as Mount Tai.

Therefore, their wounded can not only be treated in time, but also regulate qi and blood through medicine and diet, which will get twice the result with half the effort in practicing martial arts and qi.

Therefore, all the major sects are willing to make friends with the Medicine King Sect.

The Poison Immortal Gate is regarded as a side door in the martial arts.

Although there is a black water delphinium standing up to the door, it is shameful for decent people in the martial arts.

Therefore, in addition to studying poison arts, Ning Wuji also wanted to be recognized by martial arts.

However, as the protector of the Dharma, Gu Wanku's heart has always been against Ning Wuji's wishes, relying on the trust of the sect master, he abused his power, caused trouble everywhere, had a bad relationship with the Medicine King Sect, and provoked the small sects in the martial arts many times. The reputation of the Poison Immortal Gate is declining.

As his ambition swelled day by day, he was no longer satisfied with being the protector of a sect.

One mind wants to get rid of Ning Wuji and replace him.

Ning Wuji was considered a pedant in the apricot forest realm, and after developing the Black Water Delphinium, he began to research new and more powerful poisons.

The mind is not on gang building at all.

If it weren't for the thoughtful Qiu Wuxian who was always by his side, the trick would have been successful long ago.

Even so, day and night, Ning Wuji was still plotted.

His dementia was the result of poisoning.

It's a pity that Qiu Wuxian found out too late, and he didn't find any evidence that Gu Wan was poisoned. No matter how much they tried to save it now, they couldn't restore Master Ning Wuji's damaged brain to its original state.

Fortunately, Ning Wuji passed on the position of the master of the door to Qiu Wuxian before he completely lost his mind.

And after taking over the Poison Immortal Gate, Qiu Wuxi, in the face of this complex situation inside the gate, has always been thinking about solutions.

In the end, he decided to digest internal contradictions with external contradictions.

He rules the apricot forest and marches into the martial arts, as long as he keeps tossing, the Poison Immortal Gate will unify the goal and move in one direction. There is no time for anything else.

And he, too, will gradually disintegrate the withered forces in this unity, until everyone returns to him.

This Xinglin Conference is not only a battle for the status of the rivers and lakes, but also the best opportunity for him to solve the internal contradictions. shall not be destroyed by anyone.

Even if Jiutang is the younger brother of the young master of Shura Palace, he will kill him as soon as possible.

Ran Shaotang watched with a smile as Qiu Wuxi flew closer, and the corners of his lips hooked up with a smile.

Presumably, in five years, except for poison arts, there has been no breakthrough, and even the brain has degenerated.

People like her, who dare to approach her, are either their own people, or they can't think of looking for death.

Ran Shaotang raised his hand, and the bow and crossbow hidden in his sleeve were thrown into his palm, and the arrows that had already been quenched with poison shot out instantly, hitting the face of Qiu Wuxian under the power fence.

Qiu Wuyin was calculated by Zhong Jiutang last time, and he had long been wary of her attack.

The body fluttered to the left side, dodging the attack of the hidden weapon, and standing on the wall without danger.

The two were no more than seven feet apart.

Ran Shaotang's other hand touched the purple and green sword hanging from his waist, and pulled out the straight split.

Before Qiu Wuzhi's feet could stand firmly on the wall, the cold light flashed in front of him, and a cold sword slashed over.

He hurriedly stepped back, but his speed was not as fast as the sword, and he only heard a "snort", and the fence cracked in the middle.

The sword qi forced the white veil away, revealing his swollen pig-headed face.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha."

The final nine chou who was fighting directly saw that face and smiled backwards.

Su Lun looked at his master in surprise and wondered: Is it so funny? It's just a disfigured face.

In the end, Jiuchou compared the two handsome and ugly faces on the high wall, and he felt that he was acceptable. No wonder Qiu Wuxian wants to wear a power fence, it turns out that he is so respectful.

Ran Shaotang glanced at the unscrupulous person who was smiling like a sword, and felt that his laughter was a little inexplicably familiar.

Qiu Wuxi was very concerned about his appearance, and immediately covered his face with his sleeves, and angrily reprimanded Ran Shaotang: "Jiutang, don't you want to get out alive today." ”

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen guards standing in the courtyard immediately showed their weapons and surrounded Ran Shaotang.

The weapon was nothing but a whip several meters long. The whip was wrapped around a sharp blade, and the sharp blade was quenched with poison. If anyone is dumped again, they will have to ask the Poison Immortal Sect for an antidote.

Zhong Jiuchou smiled enough, worried that Shaotang would suffer, and glanced at Su Lun, who was standing aside with a heavy face.

Su Lun was helpless, retreated to the corner, and took advantage of people's inattention, dodged and walked away.

Zhong Jiuchou greeted Ran Shaotang: "Xiaotang, don't be afraid, I'll help you." ”