It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that the knife maniac was born and went straight to the Changqing Mountain Immortal Pavilion!

Somewhere in Fufu, in a small town inn.

Mengyue Xuexue, who was still dressed in a strong suit, shook in her eyes, although they were martial artists, but because they had to take care of Chuanlian's patient, the speed was not very fast, and they had not yet reached Fufeng County at this time, but the news in the rivers and lakes came first.

It's just that this news is too terrifying.

The girl carefully put Chuanlian's wrist back into the quilt, Li Laosan is sitting on a chair on one side, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his internal skills are quite profound, although he is only sitting on the second floor of this inn, he can also hear the voices of the Jianghu guests on the first floor clearly.

When he heard that Gongsun Jing, the leader of the Giant Whale Gang, was also defeated by that knife maniac, Li Laosan smashed his mouth with a little disdain.

Tsk, this grandson, is ready to trick people again......

I don't know if the Immortal Pavilion will be directly pitted to death.

Meng Yuexue stood up, looked at Li Laosan, thought about it, lowered her voice, and said:

"Brother Liyan, this knife maniac is Brother Wang......

Li Laosan was slightly stunned, knowing that he couldn't hide it from the girl in front of him, so he didn't hide it much, and happily admitted it, quite complacent, and said:

"It's the young master of my family!"

Although she had already guessed before, after hearing the news, Meng Yuexue still felt in a trance.

His mind was shrewd, and in connection with his own situation, he understood the purpose of Wang Anfeng's behavior almost in a blink of an eye, and a trace of gratitude couldn't help but appear in his eyes.

Why......

Li Laosan never saw the different color in the girl's eyes, but his eyes narrowed slightly, and he listened to the discussion of the martial artists downstairs, for some reason, he was a little unhappy, this feeling was naturally not aimed at Wang Anfeng or Meng Yuexue, but suffered a big loss in many rumors, and became the leader of the giant whale gang who became a stepping stone for knife madness, Gongsun Jing, a cloud-swallowing gunner.

The stout man secretly took a sip, a little jealous and envious, and scolded in his heart:

"Grandma's legs...... It was preempted by Gongsun Jing, you old boy......"

"This bastard sent Lao Tzu out, is it not intentional?"

"I'm going to clean him up when I go back......"

"!"

At this moment, Fu heard the martial artist downstairs who seemed to be talking about something quite important, lowered his voice, and couldn't help but open his eyes, use his internal strength, and listen quietly.

"By the way, that knife maniac, did you pull out your sword all the way and clean up the Immortal Pavilion branch altars along the way?"

An old voice replied:

"No ......"

"It's strange to say that he hasn't done a lot of murder along the way......"

"Still, it's right not to draw the knife."

The young voice from before said, "What do you say......"

The old man said with a smile: "It is rumored that the Immortal Pavilion has passed down the order of the Pavilion Master, but all the important people in the Immortal Pavilion, as well as the martial artists above the ninth rank, have all been transferred back to the Pavilion, even if the sword maniac goes, he can only kill some ordinary disciples, but you all know that the sword maniac is too lazy to take action against those outer disciples......"

The young man didn't care about the second half of what the old man said, all his attention was on the front, and he couldn't help but gasp and said:

"All the elite disciples retreat without fighting? This, this ......"

"This is too majestic, and too domineering......"

The old man sighed and said, "Who said it wasn'......?"

Li Laosan squinted his eyes in the guest room on the second floor, the corners of his mouth were hooked, his right hand was on the table and tapped gently, and he said in his heart:

"That's right, it's to be majestic, it's to be domineering......"

"Meidi is very, Meidi is very......"

The mood was just happy, and when he thought of the young master being so majestic, he was actually transferred out, and there was no way to see it with his own eyes, so he couldn't help but feel a lot of resentment, spat to the side, scolded secretly, and said:

"Fuck Gongsun Jing."

"You old boy, wait for Lao Tzu......"

The young man downstairs held a wine glass, stunned, and suddenly thought of something again, and asked:

"Then, do you know where the knife madman is at this time?"

The old man stroked his beard, his expression was slightly calm, and he said:

"How can the old man know about this."

"However, now that two days have passed, I think it is only within a hundred miles of Changqing Mountain, where the Immortal Pavilion is located."

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On the green mountain, in the old pavilion.

In a few days, many disciples have been transferred back, and this originally extremely wide Immortal Pavilion seemed to be a little congested for a while, not to mention this great enemy, the Immortal Pavilion Master also sent a letter of emergency to the friends he made when he walked the rivers and lakes.

The master of the Immortal Pavilion is a genuine five-grade master.

Raise your hand to trigger ten miles of celestial phenomena, in more than a thousand years ago, martial arts have not spread all over the world, is enough to be a place of the people as gods and immortals to worship the master, even now it is very weighty, the phoenix does not dance with the birds, its friends, most of them are famous warriors in the rivers and lakes, even if they are put in the entire rivers and lakes of Daqin, it will not be lonely and nameless.

These middle and third-grade martial artists, this time, they all brought their subordinates or children from the clan to help their friends.

An old man, surrounded by several young people, walked outside the main hall.

The long sword on his back is quite miraculous, the whole body is brown, there are pine lines, it is the famous weapon in the Fufeng rivers and lakes, the Dingsong Sword, and it has also been on the list of famous weapons of the Fufeng Gate of Fire Refining Sect, but it is a six-grade swordsman who is good at killing, and there is a huge family, and there is no blind warrior, dare to tease the tiger's whiskers.

His face was solemn, not smiling, and he walked outside the main hall, and then walked forward hundreds of steps, and suddenly stopped.

The younger generation behind him was a little distracted, but at this time, the old man paused, subconsciously stopped, looked up, and his expression couldn't help but change suddenly.

On the martial arts arena, densely packed, there were hundreds of martial artists above the ninth rank sitting cross-legged, with long sword blades on their knees, slightly closed eyes, and the sound of breathing gradually tended to be the same, and in a trance he seemed to see an indescribable invisible giant beast, lying on the martial arts arena with a Taiji diagram, exhaling and breathing, pulling the wind.

The tremendous oppressive force made his breath freeze for a moment, his face turned pale, and he murmured:

"This ...... This is......?! ”

"Optimistic...... This is the strongest killer feature in the Immortal Pavilion. ”

"Evergreen."

"If that knife maniac dares to come, he will definitely stay here......"

The old man spoke slowly, his eyes opened slightly, and his right hand behind him shook it back imperceptibly, and this faint change was caught in the eyes of the young man behind him, turning into a look of surprise.

The old man in front of him was on guard.

Instinctively on the defensive.

In other words, these lower-grade martial artists in front of him, at this moment, made a master who was above the upper echelons of the rivers and lakes feel that his life was threatened.

But...... How is this possible?

A blank look appeared on the young man's face.

In the hall of the Immortal Pavilion.

Although he is more than sixty years old, the old pavilion master who is still elegant and handsome sits at the top, his eyes are slightly closed, and there are disciples below who return to him, hugging his fists and saying:

"Pavilion master, the disciples of each altar, most of them have withdrawn to the general pavilion, and the formation has also been laid out in the martial arts arena."

"The remaining disciples didn't have enough footsteps, so they broke into pieces and scattered into the entire Fufeng County to ensure safety......"

Fortunately, Wen Lun waved his hand, causing the disciple to retreat, but he did not speak, the atmosphere in the hall was somewhat depressed for a while, the mountain rain was about to come, and the wind was full of buildings, and no one could guarantee peace of mind at this time, especially after Mei Feng and Qu Kangan came down the mountain, they also brought back such bad news.

Even if it is Xing Wenlun himself, he is a little unsure of his mind now, I don't know what kind of ability that sword madness has, he can defeat the great elder of his sect and the master of the giant whale gang, and after being surrounded, he can also beat a six-rank master of his own side to the bed, and his meridians are stagnant, like a waste person.

Raised his hand to drink tea, but there was no warm touch at the corner of his lips, and then he realized that he didn't know when, the tea in his hand had been drunk by himself.

I want to add water, but I don't want to do it, and I unconsciously feel a trace of irritability.

Place the teacup on the table.

Xing Wenlun raised his eyes and looked at the outside of the main hall, the martial artists, there were also people who came and went, and the disciples of the main pavilion in the martial arts arena formed a large array to guard the mountain, with the same internal force, outlining the heaven and the earth, forming a faintly visible cyan air pillar, rising to the sky, turning into the appearance of a high mountain.

This is what the patriarch of the Immortal Pavilion realized more than 100 years ago and sat on this mountain, and it is one of the true secret and uninherited.

With a hundred disciples, under the same internal force, they can almost temporarily match a sixth-rank martial artist.

It's a pity that it's just that the internal force is enough to match, and it's still not an opponent.

This time, in order to be safe, he not only took out the formation of the lower box, but also asked for help from the people he made friends in the rivers and lakes, and owed him an unknown amount of favors, but the result was quite satisfactory to him, at this time, on this mountain, there have been more than 20 six-rank martial artists, although there is no grandmaster, but this number is enough to deter nine out of nine martial artists in the world.

In addition, he also took out a lot of precious medicines from the Ancestral Pavilion and formed another formation, which was not toxic, but it could make the internal strength he practiced temporarily climb to the peak of the fifth grade.

At that time, there were disciples who formed a formation to contain it, and they attacked strongly, and the surrounding twenty six-rank masters swept the formation.

Even if it is a fourth-grade martial artist, he must stay in this immortal pavilion.

The thoughts in my heart turned, thinking of my careful arrangements today, thinking of the warriors who came to support, and confirming that there was no mistake, those little uneasiness gradually disappeared, and what appeared in turn was the confidence and calmness of being a first-class master in the rivers and lakes.

Above the main hall of the Immortal Pavilion, a vision gradually emerged, stretching for more than ten miles.

That Dingsong Jian stroked his beard, his eyes opened slightly, shook his head and sighed, and said:

"Such a fighting spirit...... It seems that Brother Xing has a 100% certainty in his heart. ”

"That knife maniac will definitely die."

At this moment, a streamer suddenly shot in, riding the clouds and mist, and in the sky, the vision that gradually spread out was like a reflection in the water.

The energy dissipated.

A man in a cyan power suit strode in, his face faintly distorted.

It seems to be angry, it seems to be amazed, it seems to be full of grievance and depression.

Ding Songjian's brows furrowed slightly.

What happened?

In the main hall.

Xing Wenlun opened his eyes slightly unhappily and looked at the man who rushed in and interrupted his momentum.

But after all, he is the master of a faction, the look on his face is just fleeting, still peaceful, raised his hand to pick up the tea cup next to him that had been drunk, and said lightly:

"Brother Wu...... Why are you so alarmed? ”

The expression on the face of the man surnamed Wu changed several times, and he waved his fist hatefully, and said:

"Don't prepare!"

"That knife maniac, I don't plan to come to your Changqing Mountain at all......"

Xing Wenlun's face froze for a moment.

After a long while, Fang Cai's eyes widened slightly as if he couldn't believe it, and said, "You say, what?"

The middle-aged man who rushed into this place exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the fetal membranes glanced at Xing Wenlun with a little sympathy, and said:

"The knife maniac didn't plan to come over at all."

"He just arrived at a county town near the foot of Changqing Mountain."

Xing Wenlun heard it clearly this time, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and said:

"But he, how could he...... How dare he! ”

"Isn't he afraid of being laughed at by the heroes of the world?!"

There was silence for a while, and I don't know who whispered, and said:

"He never said he was here for us......"

The atmosphere in the hall became more and more quiet and deadly.

Xing Wenlun's face was slightly pale, and he almost opened his mouth to say that the sword maniac had given him a war letter a few days ago, but he couldn't help it, only a few people in the door knew about it, and no one in the rivers and lakes knew about it, and it was impossible for him to say this matter and slap himself in the face.

Regarding today's events, those in the know naturally understand that this is the means of the knife maniac, and in the eyes of the people in the rivers and lakes, it is that the knife maniac has obviously stopped, and he is too lazy to find trouble with himself and others, but he is so frightened that the entire Immortal Pavilion is waiting for it.

He could almost already imagine how the rumors would spread in the rivers and lakes tomorrow.

And for this trick, he not only inherited a huge favor, but also used a lot of precious medicines, and even recalled seventy percent of the elite disciples, the sect power, I don't know how much it will shrink after this incident.

Fortunately, Wenlun only felt a surging depression in his chest and abdomen at this time, and he almost wanted to vomit blood.

Mei Feng also thought about the consequences of this incident.

But he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The knife maniac's move today is just to calculate the immortal pavilion, and the people in the rivers and lakes don't know that the gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, and the sword maniac has already succeeded, and the so-called arrival in the county seat must be just a pretense and has been escaped.

Judging the current situation in his mind, it is impossible to contain it, and a risky plan emerges.

That is to take the initiative to take people to the county seat where they are located at this time.

At this time, the sword maniac must no longer be there, his own move, one can use this matter to make a name for himself, and the other can restore some reputation of the Immortal Pavilion, and it can also make the pavilion master look at himself with admiration and take him as a confidant.

Although there is a certain danger, Mei Feng himself is an extremely bold and crazy person, this move can be seen from the confrontation with many elders a few days ago, using suicide as an excuse to retreat and advance, and dispelling the doubts of many elders.

With this in mind, without the slightest hesitation, Mei Feng stepped out, bowed down towards Xing Wenlun, and said:

"Pavilion master, this fang is arrogant, and his subordinates are willing to take people to that county town to fight with him!"

Xing Wenlun glanced at him, and instantly understood what the former was thinking, although there was a certain danger, but in order to wash away the reputation of the Immortal Pavilion, he had to do it, and when he recovered some blood on his face, he said slowly:

"Be careful......

"Yes, my subordinates understand!"

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At that moment, there were more than a dozen fast horses, galloping down Changqing Mountain, and went straight to the nearest county seat, before entering, just close to the wine shop outside the city, Mei Feng's face was white in an instant.

The wine flag fluttered.

But there was only one diner, dressed in an ink-colored suit, with an indifferent expression.

There was a very thick snow next to it, and the ink knife had been pulled out at some point, and it was inserted upside down under the white snow, and the frost and snow were cold, which also made the blade more and more sharp, and the sharp air came to the face.

Mei Feng raised his hand and strangled the horse, his face had lost all the blood, but he didn't dare to move, let alone run away, he was afraid that once he moved, there would be a thunderous knife light slashing at his head, his eyes widened, looking at the knife madness that exceeded his expectations, he only dared to roar in his heart......

How dare he?!

teased the entire Immortal Pavilion, and even dared to swagger to buy wine here?!

Crazy?

Didn't he think about how he was going to get out?!

Lunatic! Arrogant!

At this moment, the ink-colored warrior over there seemed to be a slight notice, and turned his head, revealing an indifferent face. ……………………………………

"The power of one person forces a big faction to retreat!"

"Selling wine on the side, beheading and returning, the name of the knife madness spread all over the world!"

In the restaurant, an old man slapped the shocking wood in his hand, and his beard was scattered, and he shouted loudly, which attracted the applause of everyone in the hall.

Rooms on the second floor.

A handsome young man in a blue shirt listened to the wild shouts below, a slight blush appeared on his face, holding a pen in his right hand, writing something from the table, and then he stopped his pen, looked up and down twice, seemed to be quite satisfied, lifted it, and gently stuck it on a somewhat rough wine jar, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly:

"Libo, this is for you...... The first jar of good wine. ”

"It's just a drink on the side, but I've got a good name."

Wang Anfeng got up, and there was a heavy knife on the table next to him, all ink-colored, but the edge of the blade was cold.

The knife hummed and roared.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes were clean, and he said softly:

"Behead and wash the knife for three thousand miles."

PS; 2-in-1 ......

An Fengshang doesn't have that kind of background and a big faction, so it's just a bad breath for the time being, this plot is over for the time being, and today I have to sort out the next section of the outline, only one more (hug the fist)