On the Qinglian Peak.

Pedal pedal pedal ~

Footsteps were hurried.

Sun Dazhi hurriedly broke into the kendo hall.

As a result, as soon as I entered, I happened to see the real person in charge of the sect and the uncle of Huang, each with a dark face and did not speak.

At this time, Baimei Zhenren put down a letter in his hand, looked at Sun Dazhi, and asked, "Why are you so impatient?" ”

Sun Dazhi looked at the faces of the two ancestors, opened his mouth, and finally said with a bitter face: "That little prince is gone." ”

Hearing this, the two of them suddenly changed their complexions, put down the matter in front of them first, and each condensed their positive colors.

"Gone?"

"When?"

Both asked questions at the same time.

Sun Dazhi bowed down and said with a wry smile: "It is estimated that it has been two days, and the disciple has asked the senior brothers to look for it all over the mountains, and after looking for a long time without results, he came to tell the two ancestors." ”

Two days.

Long enough.

But the reason is because the son of the world always likes to run to the mountains, where would they have thought that this young man would run away.

"Keep sending someone to look for it."

The white-eyed real person said in a solemn tone.

When Sun Dazhi heard this, he opened his mouth slightly, and immediately bowed down and replied "yes" and retreated.

Wait until Sun Dazhi leaves.

In the empty and quiet kendo hall.

The white-eyed real person picked up the letter again, his brow furrowed.

The man-like man sighed: "It doesn't matter what happened to the son, he shouldn't want to go back to the palace, after all, he was sent to the tiger's wolf's den by his biological father, and he can understand it if he has a knot in his heart, but this letter ......"

The white-eyed Taoist said lightly: "Those who should come will always come." ”

With that, he pinched the letter in his hand and turned it into ashes.

At the moment when the letter paper turned to ashes.

Thousands of sword qi rushed out, reflecting this sword hall like a world of sword qi.

However, where the Baimei real person was located, not a single sword qi crashed in, like a pillar stone in Zhenhai, not moving for thousands of years.

Huang Liang looked at the sword qi that was rushing in this hall, and couldn't help but be silent.

The letter is ruined.

But he's seen it too.

Ye Taibai from the White Emperor City of the East China Sea.

Letters:

"Changmei real people, long admiration of the immortal name, looking forward to a meeting, August 15 when waiting to teach in the Yulong River fishing Aoji, the foot of the real person, will not disappoint me."

The inscription is the three words "Ye Taibai".

This is a sword post, challenging the real person of Tianzong Zhangjiao, on the 15th of August "Fish and Dragon Tide" festival, in the fishing Aoji battle.

There is a sword intent hidden in the paper, but the juniors are commensurate with their peers, and they are sharp, and the comers are not good!

And when this letter came to Tianzong, I am afraid that it had already spread all over the mountains and lakes.

The first person in the martial arts list, the white-eyed real person of the Heavenly Sect on the Sword Mountain.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Jianghu martial arts people, there is a huge disparity in the realm of this battle, but as the two people who can feel the sword qi between the papers, they know very well that everything is Zeyang.

After the sword qi gradually subsided.

"I'm going down the mountain today, and I'll see him first."

The white-eyed real person stood up and said lightly.

"Senior brother, you ......" Huang Liang was puzzled.

The white-eyed real person looked ahead, and his deep eyes shone through the kendo hall, as if he had fallen on a man in white in the rivers and lakes.

That one......

A man who stands like a sword between heaven and earth.

"Don't say it, I'll go down the mountain first, if the martial artist goes up the mountain to beg for his son, you will entertain him."

The old man said goodbye and walked out of the kendo hall.

Huang Liang looked at this majestic and tall figure in his mind for a hundred years, "You have taken over the most difficult work, what am I afraid of when I deal with a barbarian." ”

After muttering to himself, he looked at the shredded paper on the ground and fell into a sense of sadness and reminiscence.

Ye Jia......

This is a feud more than 50 years ago.

At that time, the senior brother had not yet taken over as the head of the teaching, and the master had not yet died.

His brother is still wandering in the rivers and lakes.

In charge of the elder brother, he has been old and respectful since he was a child.

The second senior brother was happy and laughing, and treated people very well, and the senior brothers and three generations of disciples in the sect liked him.

Well, I don't have any special skills, I'm originally a peasant kid.

The little junior brother Song Chunfeng is different from the three of us, the youngest, but he is also the most talented person among us.

When he was thirty-five years old, he finally met Tianzong's lifelong rival, Sword Sect.

When the two families met, hundreds of years of grudges, they were very angry.

The little junior brother really gives Tianzong a long face.

He was the only person in hundreds of years who defeated a disciple of the Sword Sect as a disciple of the Heavenly Sect when he was walking the rivers and lakes.

In the past, people beat us, and we couldn't beat us.

After the brother of the Sword Sect was defeated, and in anger, he found a helper who was also a sword cultivator, and joined forces to abolish the cultivation of the little junior brother.

That sword cultivator's surname is Ye, a native of the White Emperor City in the East China Sea.

Song Chunfeng, a genius in the sky.

The following year, he died of illness in the thatched cottage of White Lotus Peak.

In the same year, the elder brother went down the mountain and went to the White Emperor City to take a life and a sword.

The name of the sword was "White Emperor".

In the same year, he took this sword to the Sword Sect, and recommended it with blood, willing to break through the Sword Sect's Great Killing Sword Array, and at the cost of receiving 18 swords to break the Great Killing Sword Formation, he took back the head of the scum of the Sword Sect from the hands of the Sword Sect.

The person was killed by the Sword Sect a long time ago, and Ren Shou only wanted to retrieve the head of the scum and pour out the foundation for the little junior brother.

"I remember it so clearly." Huang Liang muttered to himself.

Now.

Fifty years have passed in a trance.

Since the ancestor of the Ye family, Emperor Ye Bai, there has finally been another talent in the world, for a grievance fifty years ago.

For the Ye family's heirloom White Emperor Sword, he handed out an invitation to fight.

That's what it is...... Rivers and lakes.

Retribution.

But he has faith in his senior brother, just like when Ren Shou went down the mountain fifty years ago, and broke into the two holy places of kendo today.

At that time, he believed that his senior brother could do it, let alone this time......

A Ye Taibai who has just become a climate, comparable to the Sword Sect's Great Killing Sword Array?

The emergency search for people on the mountain is in full swing.

The rivers and lakes under the mountain are also fried, not only the news of Ye Taibai's invitation to fight, but also several other news, all of which sounded again and again like thunder on the ground.

Just when the rivers and lakes under the mountain were bustling and exploding.

……

Three days later.

On this day, on the Qinglian Peak Mountain, a mighty army of black armor was ushered in, with a team of 2,000 people.

The smoke of the blood and blood seemed to be boiling, and it went straight to the sky.

Meantime.

A roar of the Zhen Mountains shook the two peaks of the Heavenly Sect.

"Old Zamao, I heard that you lost my son! Don't get out of here yet! ”

This roar, like a giant god beating a drum, shakes the mountains and mountains.

On this day, all the second-generation disciples of the Heavenly Sect who were in retreat and cultivation appeared, as if they were facing a great enemy.

On the White Lotus Peak, the beautiful young man was squatting on the ground looking at a bamboo.

When the roar spread through the mountains, the birds flew wildly, and the wild beasts roared.

When the bamboo swayed, the young man's heart trembled, patted his chest, and muttered, "Your father is really majestic." ”

A moment later.

He hesitated slightly:

"It should ...... I don't know...... I'll let you go. ”

……

And in front of the white jade square, which is like a great enemy.

The black-pressed Zhenbei Army, two thousand of the most elite Northland wolf riders, armor and Hesse, are monstrous.

All the disciples of the Heavenly Sect, whether they were the second or third generations, retreated in fear.

At this time, the yellow sorghum like a crop man walked slowly, coughed lightly and said, "The old miscellaneous hair is not here, my yellow hair is here." ”

"Less nonsense! What about my son! ”

Lu Qi shouted angrily.

Huang Liang smiled and said, "Lord Wang, don't be angry first, you see this is such a thing, let's analyze it carefully, you said that our Tianzong is entertaining His Royal Highness the Prince with good food and drink, why did he run away, there must be a reason in the middle......

Lu Qi's face darkened, and he was suddenly stunned:

"What the do you mean, do you say that my son doesn't want to see me, so he ran away?"

Huang Liang still took the trouble to say: "Lord, let's be reasonable, you see that the prince is unwilling to go back, it must be reasonable, let's figure out the reason, naturally it's easy to find, isn't it......"

"How can this be true? You lost my son, and you dare to tell me bullshit......"

Lu Qi was already weak-hearted, but at the moment he was even more weak-hearted, and he suddenly became angry and roared.

He stamped his foot in anger and trembled the whole mountain.

"You can try to reason with this king again!!"

…………

And as a young son who caused Tianzong to be so restless.

At this moment, thousands of years away, he has to do the first happy revenge thing he has to do when he enters the rivers and lakes.

Homicide!