The morning breeze of late spring is filled with the faint chill and fragrant earthy smell brought by the spring rain of last night. Meihua Town, a small town on the Yellow River between Puzhou and Shangzhou, is still immersed in a dying night. The plum blossoms in the town have already begun to scatter colorfully, and the spring rain last night made the soil of the plum blossom town soaked in the residual fragrance of plum blossoms. When the most famous small restaurant in town, Kelaixiang's guys, moved the wooden planks blocking the door and prepared to open, only to find that many high-rollers in strange costumes were already waiting outside the restaurant early. Among them, there are Xiaoxiao Taoists who wear swords, fierce warriors who pretend to be fast, proud men with Eguan Bo, white-haired old men with brocade clothes and jade belts, and miserable green young men with fresh clothes and angry horses. These people were in groups of three or five, talking quietly in a tacit understanding, some were pacing back and forth, some were anxiously looking north, and some were sitting silently on the side of the road with their eyes closed, and they all seemed to be expecting someone to appear. At this time, seeing the restaurant open, everyone's hearts poured into the hall of Kelaixiang. This small town on the edge of the Yellow River seems to be lively all of a sudden, almost comparable to the bustling city of Chang'an in the southwest, or Luoyang, where merchants are lined with merchants in the east.

The owner of Kelaixiang, who had some knowledge, hurriedly sent his men to rent tables and chairs from nearby acquaintances, and opened more than a dozen tables in the open space outside the restaurant to welcome customers, so that these various martial arts characters could barely be accommodated. He didn't dare to count on how much wine money he could make, he only hoped that God would bless him and that these unruly characters would never make a move here. Otherwise, the restaurant that has been operating hard for 30 years will probably be closed.

Smelling the refreshing smell of the spring breeze, Meng Hanshu felt that he was really a little old. He recalled that when he was young and romantic, every time the spring flowers bloomed, he would make friends, ride the rivers and lakes, drink all night, and cause trouble. The days of recklessness and pleasure seem to be gone. At this time, the spring breeze was blowing, and the slightest chill made his bones ache faintly. He shifted his body to a position on the chair, slightly relieved the pain caused by the rheumatism, and subconsciously reached out and stroked the nine-ring thick-backed knife that lay flat on the dining table. This knife weighs eighty catties, ordinary Jianghu men can't lift it at all, and the dawn of birth shines on the blade of the knife, shining brightly, making this strange long knife exude a shocking aura. Under the interpretation of this thick-backed knife, the Meng family's chopping knife technique in Dengzhou Danya Mountain Villa is almost comparable to the thunderbolt of thunder and thunder nine days away. Lei Gong Meng Hanshu's Wan'er is famous all over the rivers and lakes.

I don't know how long it's been, maybe five years, maybe ten years. Meng Hanshu almost didn't use this nine-ring thick-backed knife to defend against the enemy. With the reputation he gained in the first half of his life in the rivers and lakes, it is enough for him to enjoy the blessings of his children and grandchildren. If it weren't for that monster that was so strange that it seemed to come from the Jiu Yu Ghost Mansion, he wouldn't have taken this old guy again and rode thousands of miles to this unknown Yellow River town to drink the wind.

The Divine Soldier Order was carefully hidden in his close-fitting pocket, and at this moment he still felt the slightest hint of yin coming from the Divine Soldier Order. He couldn't forget the first time he saw it, an antique iron plaque, with a pattern of a hundred ghosts transporting corpses carved on the edge, and these little ghosts were carved so vividly that they seemed to be able to fly down from the iron plaque and chew on his soul. In the center of the iron plaque, there is an incomplete map, the outline of this map is oval, with the shape of the iron plaque diamond, making the entire divine soldier order like a demon's eyes, sneering coldly and cruelly at the licensee. And the picture of a hundred ghosts transporting corpses on the edge seems to be the scene seen in the eyes of this monster. Meng Hanshu's heart seemed to be frozen by this iron plate for a moment. The Divine Soldier Order, the most evil curse in the rivers and lakes since ancient times, and the most powerful treasure coveted by the heroes of the rivers and lakes with different ambitions, is in this strange form, which has existed in the rivers and lakes for more than 100 years. All the characters in the rivers and lakes who have seen this kind of iron card have almost all died sideways, as if they have been cursed by the gods and demons of the nine heavens and ten earths. Meng Hanshu originally wanted to abandon it, but a few lines of small characters behind the iron plate made him finally give up this idea: "The relics of the god of war, left for fate, thirteen reunions, can be now secret, the heavenly soldiers recognize the master, and the name is eternal."

It's a name for a long time. Meng Hanshu secretly thought about this sentence again and again in the depths of his heart, and a burning desire boiled his blood again. He shouted loudly, "Shopkeeper, give me three catties of knife burners, the stronger the better." Suddenly, the steep morning breeze seemed to become softer, and Meng Hanshu seemed to have regained his youthful state of mind.

Seeing Meng Hanshu shouting for wine, a sneer appeared on Qiao Menglou's face. He also carried a divine order like a demon eye in his arms. Ever since he had obtained the demonic iron medal, his right hand had not left the four-foot loose twin swords of the sharkskin sheath at his waist. There are many people on the rivers and lakes who covet this brand, and even if the Shuangfei Divine Sword of the Qiao family of Feiyan Villa is powerful, after all, it cannot be invincible in the world. At this time, Qiao Menglou was like facing an abyss, walking on thin ice, and he didn't even dare to shout wine. However, the four words invincible in the world firmly locked him in this plum blossom town. Looking at Meng Hanshu's wine to the end of the cup, Qiao Menglou's eyes were full of disdain, I don't know where Meng Hanshu's experience in the rivers and lakes has gone all these years, so flamboyant and drunk, I don't know how to take precautions, but I can live until now, which is an anomaly.

Murong Longting's eyes were fixed on Ouyang Ping, who was slowly wiping the hole flute from beginning to end. His hand didn't leave the silver wire soft gun wrapped around his waist for a moment. The blood feud between the Murong family of Nanhu Villa and the Ouyang family of Taihu Villa lasted for decades, and the disciples of the sect repeatedly became angry, and no less than 100 people were killed or injured. This blood feud has been circulating for too long, and even the disciples of the two families have forgotten the reason for the feud in the first place. And the Murong family's Feifeng marksmanship and the Ouyang family's jade flute swordsmanship have always been on par. The Murong family's rain of flowers and golden needles is also comparable to the Ouyang family's return to the river. However, the last and most powerful style of the Flying Phoenix Marksmanship, "Phoenix Feather Burning City", was completely restrained by Ouyang Ping's newly realized Jade Flute Divine Sword's last move, "Immortal Sound Soul Dementor". The Murong family has reached the point of life and death. Fortunately, Murong Longting formed an alliance with Meng Hanshu of Danya Mountain Villa at the most critical time, and he survived. Although Meng Hanshu's Meng family sword technique is vulgar and simple, the Meng family's divine skills have made them all powerful. The so-called "one force will drop ten meetings", the Ouyang family easily did not dare to provoke the Dengzhou Meng family. However, as long as there was a God of War Heavenly Soldier, Murong Longting's eyes narrowed slightly, and the phrase "famous through the ages" behind the Divine Soldier Order appeared in his heart again.

Although Ouyang Ping was leisurely wiping his beloved Dong Xiao, Murong Longting's fearful and hateful gaze still made him very uncomfortable. At the beginning, he realized the "fairy sound soul dementor", crossed his true qi with his mouth, spit it in the cave flute, and played the soul dementor sound, so as to restrain the Murong family's "Phoenix Feather Burning City", and killed Murong Longting's own brother Murong Xueting on the shore of the South Lake, he was really excited in his heart, thinking that he could finally sweep away the Murong family and cleanse the blood feud. But Murong Longting was treacherous, and he actually formed an alliance with Meng Hanshu, which made him unable to get what he wanted. In order to protect himself, he had to form an alliance with the timid and fearful Mei Zizai to fight against the Murong family. This made him very embarrassed. He knew that this "fairy sound soul dementor" came from his deep understanding and profound attainments of Xiaoqu. None of his children and nephews can comprehend it. If there is anything wrong with him, the Murong family can still use the "Phoenix Feather Burning City" to kill the Ouyang family. No matter what, he had to get the God of War Heavenly Soldier, at least he couldn't let it fall into the hands of Murong Longting.

Mei Zizai shrunk her body in her mink fur, asked the accompanying Mei family children to put their own banquet on the table, and urged the store to hurry up and serve a bowl of hot tofu brain to relieve the cold. When he feels unlucky, he can only improve his mood by solving a good meal with his good appetite, which is why he can have such a bloated body. And now, it was his most unfortunate time, how could he not eat too much. Chang'an Liuyitang is good at pointing, grappling, hidden weapons, light skills, gambling and chess. The first four Mei families do have outstanding points, but they are not great kung fu. At least, the grappling method can't cover Shaolin's big grappler, and the secret weapon is only four or six points with the Murong family's rain. Although the Mei family's crane crossing skill is powerful, is it higher than the volley void crossing of the Yue Nu Palace? And the plum blossom acupuncture hand can only deal with ordinary masters, but which of those super-first-class characters can point to the acupoint. There are only gambling and chess skills, and the Mei family recognizes the second in the whole world, and no one dares to recognize the first. The characters in the rivers and lakes regard his Mei family as one of the seven great families in the rivers and lakes, completely because almost all the Jianghu guests owe him gambling debts. He didn't want to get too involved in the grievances at all. However, lately his good fortune seems to have come to an end. Because his Mei family actually got two divine orders. This Rausch kid took the lives of seven disciples of the Mei family in two months. Fortunately, he formed an alliance with the Ouyang family in time, which discouraged all the wicked people in the rivers and lakes who coveted this thing, otherwise, hey. He could only hope that this trip to Plum Town would go as smoothly as expected, and that all the troubles would be solved at once.

Song Wanhao's mood has not been calm, since his father Song Zheng returned to the Tang Dynasty, and since then he and his uncle Song Mu have returned to the mountains and forests, the status of the Song family in the rivers and lakes has been declining, and the prestige of the first family in the rivers and lakes is no longer in the past. This time, for the God of War Heavenly Soldier, he is determined to win, and he has mobilized all the children of the family who can be called masters, as well as all the cronies and disciples of the Hainan Sword Sect who are loyal to the Song family. This time, the Seven Great Families and all the sects that had received the Divine Soldier Order were willing to sit down together to discuss the merger and attribution of the Divine Soldier Order, which was completely out of his careful and meticulous planning. In this way, you can save a big battle for the god of war order, but the battle for the god of war is inevitable. However, this alliance can allow the Song family to save their strength by killing many elite disciples, and when the God of War Heavenly Soldier appears, no matter the gods or ghosts, as long as they prevent him from getting this thing, they will all be killed. The only thing that annoyed him was that these seven great families insisted on discussing the alliance with the seven great princes of martial arts and the wise fairy Fang Mengjing. At this point, Song Wanhao fully understood their thoughts, and this was done in order to restrain the Bashu Song family and prevent them from sitting in the alliance for the God of War Heavenly Soldiers. Because the Seventh Prince and Fang Mengjing have transcendent status, they are more suitable for the position of alliance leader than the Song family. "Anyway! I'll do whatever it takes to get the God of War. Whoever tries to stop me must die." Song Wanhao's eyes sparkled with cold.

Yu Feiyang is still meditating with his eyes closed. Tiger Hill in the south of the Yangtze River has the world-famous Longjing tea, and there is also the world-famous flying fish picking star pond. The star-picking sword technique is a magical sword technique that has been passed down by the Yu family for three hundred years. One hundred and fifty years ago, the Jiangnan Fish Family invited 30 top contemporary swordsmen to gather at the Flying Fish Seven Star Pond to taste the two most proud of the Ming Fish Family. Before the rain, the dragon well made the thirty masters applaud, and the star-picking sword method made them lose their color. The master of the Yu family who impressed the heroes of the world with his star-picking swordsmanship was not yet thirty years old. This year, Yu Feiyang is forty-seven years old. In the past 150 years, whether it is the Yuenu Palace or the Tianshan faction, swordsmanship and martial arts have been booming, and the Jiangnan Yu family has lost its reputation because of its self-containedness and stagnation in martial arts. And Yu Feiyang does not believe in this evil, he has traveled widely in the past 30 years, visited the seven major sword schools, and constantly improved the Yu family's star-picking swordsmanship, and now, the star-picking swordsmanship has evolved from the original seventy-two styles to today's one hundred and eight styles. Yu Feiyang has also changed from the original graceful jade-faced divine sword to the star-picking saint with frosted temples. However, this is still very far from his goal of becoming a master like the predecessors of the fish family who were peerless in the world by the flying fish pond in the past. Just look at the sword masters who have been rampant in the rivers and lakes over the years, Gu Tianya, Qingfeng Hall Master, Zuo Nianqiu, Song Zheng, Song Mu, Hua Jinghong, all of them are geniuses, and their swordsmanship is like a god. Among them, Hua Jinghong is only less than 20 years old. And now, he is forty-seven years old. Forty-seven, a bitter smile appeared on Yu Feiyang's face. He came to this plum blossom town completely for a dream, a dream that is invincible in the world. I thought that when I got older, this heart would fade, but I didn't expect that the older I get, the more urgent this heart becomes. And in his arms, the iron plate like a demon eye burned in his heart, as if a soldering iron carved a longing on his chest that he could never forget for a lifetime.

"Why haven't you come yet?" A Mei family disciple muttered impatiently. Mei Zizi glanced at him unhappily. Everyone was waiting patiently, only this young disciple began to lose his breath, which made the Chang'an Mei family very faceless. However, the masters of Guixiang Yanziya also began to chatter, and they talked loudly about the various deeds of the Twisted Phoenix Alliance, discussing whether it was possible to meet the Seventh Prince and Fang Mengjing on this trip.

"I heard that they went to Huashan, I don't know if it's true, it's been two days, why haven't there been any news?" A disciple of the Qiao family said loudly.

"Do you think the Qingfeng Hall Master is so easy to find? The Twisted Phoenix Alliance and Qingfeng Hall have been on fire countless times, and that time did they catch half of the figure of the master of Qingfeng Hall? Maybe she will run away again, and the Seventh Prince and the Wise Fairy will follow." A disciple of the Meng family said loudly.

"That's right, I heard that although the Twisted Phoenix Alliance wiped out the Qingfeng Hall's old nest, Junshan Island, the Renyi Hall was also killed, and almost all the men were wiped out. That Qingfeng Hall Master is really the reincarnation of Shura." Another disciple of the Meng family said Shinto.

"I heard that there is a hero known as the Qingzhou Flying Tiger who fought with her and fought Lily, and finally killed her back, I don't know if it's true?" A big man with red hair with ringed eyes and a tiger's back suddenly asked. Everyone was silent about him, and they didn't dare to say much. Because he is the most horizontal hall in Jiangnan - the first good hand of Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall, Zhenjiang Cannon Tong Yangtze River.

"This is definitely what I have seen with my own eyes," a thin man with sharp beaks and monkey cheeks on the side continued, "That Qingzhou Flying Tiger Peng Wuwang's body is twice as tall as you, his fists are like copper basins, his eyes are open, they are as bright as if he is angry, and his body is like a mountain of tendons and flesh, copper tendons and iron bones, and the Qingfeng Hall Master stabbed him with more than a hundred swords, and he was stunned that he didn't hurt half of his hair."

"It's such a powerful kung fu practice." Everyone who was listening to it couldn't help but say. Tong Changjiang involuntarily drooped the iron-like muscles on his body, and his eyes were full of yearning.

"Needless to say." Seeing that everyone was attracted by him, the thin man looked proud, "That Peng is hopeless and the body made of fine copper, the knife cuts a white path, and the gun pierces a white spot, it's powerful." If it weren't for this kung fu, then there would be anyone who could defeat the invincible Qingfeng Hall Master in the world?" As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded frequently, and they yearned for Peng's hopeless Fengshen more and more. And the words "invincible in the world" immediately made the eyes of several people around squint slightly.

"Wine, three more catties!" Meng Hanshu felt his body burn like a raging fire. Qiao Menglou secretly licked his dry lips, and untied the water bladder on his waist with his left hand. Song Wanhao's hands were clenched together, his eyes were shining, and his breathing became short. And Yu Feiyang's perennial closed eyes opened a thin slit, shooting out a fiery gaze that could melt fossilized iron.

"Humph!" A few cold snorts came from the mouths of several sword-wielding men on the side. They are the swordsmen of Bashan, Daxueshan and Kongtong. A few people had seen Peng Wuwang's appearance with their own eyes in Bashanzhai, and of course what he said to the thin man was only a fart. If it was usual, the thin man was so offended that he would have to scold, but now the wind and clouds in Plum Blossom Town will be there, and the dragon and the tiger will be in the clouds, and if one is not careful, he will fall to the ground if he is not careful, and he dares to make a mistake, so he has to mumble two sentences.

At this moment, a fast horse galloped over, and the man in brocade rode a black horse straight into the venue where all the martial arts people gathered. The horses that flew up didn't even knock over a single chair, and the dust didn't even fall on anyone's head. This is a weightless effort, and the work is really good.

"Fast horse Zhang Tao is good kung fu!" Some of the charlatans who knew this person immediately shouted loudly.

"They're coming here!" Fast horse Zhang Tao smiled proudly and said loudly.

"How far is it from here?" Mei Zizi stood up and asked eagerly.

"Only a whip away." Zhang Tao said loudly.

"It's great, it's worthy of being a few wind media in the rivers and lakes, take it." After Song Wanhao finished speaking, he shook his hand and threw a splendid bag to Zhang Tao.

Zhang Tao stretched out his hand to catch it, only to feel a strong force coming from the bag, so that he couldn't help but take five or six steps back before standing still. "The head of the Bashu Song family is really amazing." Zhang Tao was slightly shocked in his heart. At this time, Mei Zizi also shook his hand and threw out a cloth bag: "This is mine." Zhang Tao was about to stretch out his hand, but he saw a gray shadow flashing, and a heavy money bag had fallen into his placket, and the score was exactly right.

"Good!" Everyone present applauded and praised Mei Zizi's amazing secret weapon kung fu. Mei Zizi's face showed a smug look.

Zhang Tao was rewarded, made a circle to everyone, beat his horse and galloped away. Since then, among the Qinglou wine shops in Luoyang, Chang'an, there has been another high-roller who spends a lot of money.

"Miss Fang, there is something I don't know whether to talk about or not." Peng Wuwang originally rode with Hong Sixue, but Zheng Jiechen came to his sister-in-law on horseback, and chatted with each other. Seeing that they were chatting energetically, Peng Wuwang rode forward, walked side by side with Fang Mengjing, and asked the question that had been lying in his chest.

"Brother Peng, please tell me face to face." Fang Mengjing smiled.

"Oh, I just don't understand, how did you lose the first draft of the world's first record in the first place?" Peng Wuwang asked solemnly.

"Why did Brother Peng suddenly ask about this?" Fang Mengjing asked curiously.

"I should have asked a long time ago, but I forgot because I was busy with family matters and the affairs of the Qingfeng Hall Master. Now that I think about it, I really suffered a little because of the world's first recording, and the person who leaked the first draft of Miss Fang must have a major conspiracy. It's not a joke, now that it's over, I can't say it, and I want to take care of it." Peng Wuwang smiled and said.

"Brother Peng's righteousness, the little woman admires." Fang Mengjing's face showed admiration, "Now I know why Mrs. Luo wants to give you Mingxian as an apprentice."

Peng Wuwang's face turned red and said, "Miss Fang smiled, let's walk the rivers and lakes, if we don't want to be free, we just want to be in the world. Otherwise, what to do with these many martial arts. I don't know if you're willing to tell me."

Fang Mengjing glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Brother Peng asked, how dare I hide it. That day, I returned to Jiangdu with the first draft of the world's first record, and met a masked woman in Daozuo. After a few words with her, he was very agreeable, so he spent a few days in an inn, talking about the general trend of the world and martial arts figures. This person is wise and outstanding, his speech is sharp, his literary style is elegant, and his comments on the world's martial arts celebrities are also to the point, which can be described as a pearl. I talked with her all night, and when we saw each other late, we became sisters of Jinlan. I am sincere and share all my life gains with her, including the world's first record and martial arts anecdotes. And she also gave me a few copies of her thoughts written after reading through Guan Zi, Sun Wu, Zhuge Wuhou and Wei Chizi's Art of War, which were incisive and shocking. However, on the last day of our reunion, she suddenly went away without telling her, and with her the first record of the world that I judged her. To be honest, until now, I don't quite believe that a peerless figure like her would have any plans for me."

"Haha," Peng Wuwang laughed, "Miss Fang is too kind-hearted. This woman is clearly going to steal your first record in the world, with the intelligence of a girl, how can she be so easily tricked."

"Brother Peng doesn't know," a hint of loneliness flashed in Fang Mengjing's eyes, "Since I was a child, although I have made many friends with literary and elegant people, I have never had an opponent in verbal arguments, and I often sigh that it is difficult to find a confidant in the world. And this woman is the only first-rate person I admire from the bottom of my heart, what she says, what she thinks and thinks is all unspoken, unspoken, as if I have seen a new world, years of loneliness, swept away. It's a pity, it's a pity." Speaking of this, the loneliness in her eyes was even deeper.

Peng Wuwang listened silently, not saying a word.

"What I'm talking about, can Brother Peng understand?" Fang Mengjing suddenly asked.

"I, oh, hey, don't understand. However, since Miss Fang felt that it was a pity. That's a shame." Peng said in a hurry.

Fang Mengjing smiled bitterly, sighed, and changed the topic: "Why is Brother Peng in such a hurry?"

"Ahem, I once made an appointment with Cannon Dao Luo Yixiao to compete. After all, his injuries are almost healed, and he will definitely come to Qingzhou to find me. I've been delayed for a long time for the Qingfeng Hall Master, and I don't know if he will trouble my family. So I want to go home soon." Peng Wuwang scratched his head embarrassedly.

"I see, but Brother Peng, please rest assured, although Luo Yixiao is an elder of Qingfeng Hall, he is extremely affectionate, and the last time Brother Peng let him live, he will not be embarrassed for Brother Peng's family." Fang Mengjing said with a smile.

"So the best, so the best." Peng Wuwang took a deep breath and said.

A faint fragrance of flowers came with the morning breeze, which made people feel refreshed. Peng Wuwang's eyes lit up, and he asked eagerly, "Miss Fang, what's in front of you?" It smells so good." Fang Mengjing smiled slightly: "It should be Plum Blossom Town ahead, we were traveling day and night that day, and we missed this place. I heard that this town is famous for its plum blossoms, and just looking at the dark fragrance at this moment, it is well-known." Peng Wuwang waved his hand and said with a smile: "Although plum blossoms are fragrant, they can't compare to the fragrance of this tofu brain. It's wonderful, I didn't expect to meet a master of this here." After that, he shook his hand and raised his whip, and let the horse go. Fang Mengjing shook her head and smiled bitterly, sighing in her heart.

Peng Wuwang Pegasus came to Plum Blossom Town, and when he looked around, he saw that the people wandering around the town were martial arts people with swords and swords, and he felt strange in his heart. These people were preoccupied, their faces were melancholy, and they occasionally talked a few words, and then either shook their heads and sighed, or they punched their hands in anxiety, as if they were trying to make a big deal. However, at this moment, Peng had no time to take care of this, so he tied his horse to a tree on the side of the street, and then walked into the most famous small restaurant in Plum Blossom Town, Kelai Xiang. Because he was an ordinary teenager with an ordinary appearance, and his clothes were not flashy and unsightly, most people turned a blind eye to him. Only the swordsmen from Bashan, Kongtong and Daxue Mountain felt that his figure was a little familiar, but they didn't see his face, and turned their heads and forgot about him.

When the brigade of the Twisted Phoenix Alliance entered Plum Blossom Town, this already restless Yellow River town immediately boiled. The characters of the Seven Great Families stood up at the same time as if they had been practicing for a long time, and surrounded them like stars holding the moon. Other Jianghu characters also followed behind them, stretching their necks, wanting to see the appearance of these proud sons of the sky in the martial arts. The elegant and beautiful wise fairy Fang Mengjing, the cold and charming little red eagle Hong Sixue, the unruly white horse boy Zheng Juechen, the first shot in the world of Yinying Saixue, the handsome and humble Emei little god Longhua Bufan, and the bald monk-like bronze fist and iron palm Zheng Danshan These romantic figures in the world have long been the idols worshiped by the young children of the martial arts, and they are the goals they strive for. Many hot-blooded young people eagerly watched their every move, as if they wanted to memorize every hand they raised and every foot they raised so that they could imitate them one by one in the future.

Seeing these many martial arts people, everyone was so experienced in the rivers and lakes that they immediately knew that something big was going to happen, so they hurriedly dismounted and greeted the people who came around.

Fang Mengjing saw Song Wanhao's figure at a glance, her heart lit up, she learned men's etiquette, hugged her fist at him, and said, "Song Gongzi, the Song family is complicated, but I didn't expect Your Excellency to have this Yaxing, and come all the way to this Yellow River town to enjoy plum blossoms."

Although Song Wanhao was deep, his face was also red at the moment. He understood that Fang Mengjing had invited the heroes of the world to discuss the Qingfeng Hall Master, and he and the heads of several families ignored this proposal in order to preserve their strength. Now that she has traveled thousands of miles to Meihua Town to wait for her, she doesn't need to ask to know that she is asking for her, Fang Mengjing's words are already polite. He coughed and said, "Miss Fang laughed. Plum blossom town plum blossoms in the world, worthy of the name, even if last night's night rain devastation, now it is still fragrant for a hundred miles, how not to love."

Fang Mengjing smiled slightly, and admired Song Wanhao's clever words, which not only made it clear that he was not here to enjoy the flowers, but also thoughtfully whitewashed his trip, which is worthy of being the current master of the Bashu Song family.

"Now you're starting to think about Miss Fang's benefits again?" Zheng Juechen, who was still arrogant and standing tall on the horse, suddenly said lukewarmly. As soon as these words came out, the heads of all the clans were red-faced, and they repeatedly violated Fang Mengjing's proposal to exterminate Qingfeng Hall, and only sent a few junior disciples to respond to the situation, and each of them swept the snow in front of the door, but now they want to ask for each other, which is really a little unreasonable.

"Didn't we come to beg you?" Several masters glared angrily at Zheng Juechen, and the fierce light in their eyes was enough to kill people a hundred times. Zheng Juechen smiled coldly, rolled his eyes, and turned a blind eye to this.

Meng Hanshu also felt embarrassed, and hurriedly found another topic: "Miss Fang, I don't know if the master of Qingfeng Hall has ever conferred the head?" This sentence lifted everyone's spirits, because the Qingfeng Hall master was too harmful, regardless of whether he was high or low, he recognized money and not people, and he had been debuting for thirty years, and there were countless souls under his hands. If you can get rid of this liao, it will be very refreshing. However, if she wasn't killed, it would mean that the Twisted Phoenix Alliance was not doing a good job, and it could also make them less arrogant. Therefore, hearing this question, everyone looked at Fang Mengjing with expectant eyes in a conflicted mood.

After pondering for a moment, Fang Mengjing said loudly, "The Qingfeng Hall Master can no longer leave Huashan." As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. To be honest, the martial arts of the Qingfeng Hall Master had reached the point where they could be compared with ghosts and gods, and they couldn't imagine that such a powerful figure would be killed one day. The remaining masters in the Twisted Phoenix Alliance were much taller in the eyes of everyone for a while, and it seemed that even the dawn of the morning was covered by them.

After coughing dryly a few times, Song Wanhao said, "I don't know which master killed the Qingfeng Hall Master?"

Fang Mengjing glanced at him, a contemplative look on her face. And Hong Sixue said loudly: "Thunderbolt Son Li Hangang, the founder of the mountain Yue Tangwei risked his life and injured her first," Yan glanced at Zheng Juechen, and said, "Zheng Gongzi's divine arrow hurt her later." When these words came out, everyone's eyes focused on Zheng Juechen. Zheng Juechen glanced at them, smiled proudly, and snorted coldly.

"I don't know where Gongzi Li and Gongzi are now?" Everyone hurriedly asked.

Everyone in the Twisted Phoenix Alliance showed a sad look, and Hong Sixue sighed and said, "The two sons died in battle, and the heroic souls died on Mount Hua."

"That is, only Zheng Juchen is left. Bad luck, bad luck. is the so-called fear of something, and actually made this annoying guy take the lead. Don't think of raising your head in front of him in the future." The heads of the seven great families thought of it one after another.

But Hong Sixue's other sentence made their eyes light up: "In the end, it was my eldest brother Peng who had no hope of ending her."

"Qingzhou Flying Tiger Peng is hopeless?" The crowd was relieved and almost cheered. Everyone looked around, wanting to see where this good man with the blade Qingfeng Hall Master was. And the swordsmen from Bashan Daxue Mountain and Kongtong faction also desperately squeezed in, wanting to see the hero who rescued them from Shu Mountain that day.

"Couldn't it be him ......?" After searching and not being able to get the point, everyone's hearts tightened.

"Don't get me wrong, my eldest brother is intact, but ...... I don't know where he's gone." Hong Sixue was also a little dazed, she was struggling to deal with Zheng Juechen's entanglement just now, and she didn't see Peng Wuwang running somewhere in a blink of an eye.

"It's good that you're not dead." Everyone secretly said, "You must flatter Peng Wuwang later, even if you are angry." At this time, Song Wanhao glanced at the surrounding heads of several families with his eyes, and after seeing that everyone agreed, he said aloud: "Miss Fang, I can't hide it, we all gathered here to discuss the ownership of the divine order."

"Divine Order?" Fang Mengjing's eyebrows frowned slightly, "Sure enough, I guessed."

"Miss Fang," Song Wanhao watched her ponder, and then continued, "You also know that two hundred years ago, in order to dominate the world's martial arts, the Divine Soldier Mountain Villa forged the Thirteen Divine Soldier Order. In order to compete for these thirteen dead cards, the families of the rivers and lakes fought against each other, and thousands of heroes were killed and injured for more than ten years. Later, the Divine Soldier Villa suddenly attacked, and the thirteenth family was destroyed. Now the thirteen divine soldiers have reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and all families and sects have gains. The situation is exactly the same as the tragedy of a hundred years ago. I wonder what Miss Fang's opinion is?"

Fang Mengjing's heart was cold, recently she was busy planning the Twisted Phoenix Alliance, and she had been running for the first record in the world many times, and for a while, she didn't have an in-depth inquiry into the Divine Soldier Order, and she didn't expect that things had developed to the point where they were now.

She hurriedly said, "The God of War Heavenly Soldier has never appeared in the rivers and lakes for more than a hundred years, and the authenticity of the God Soldier Order is really doubtful. Now that the Divine Order has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, there must be someone secretly planning to provoke the Central Plains martial arts to kill each other, with ill intentions. You know that Huida will not be fooled like this."

Song Wanhao looked at the leaders of several families around him. Murong Xueting looked at Ouyang Ping fiercely and said loudly, "The so-called would rather believe what it has than what it doesn't. If someone gathers the Thirteen Divine Orders, sets up the War God Heavenly Soldiers, keeps them for their own use, and harms the martial arts, how can it be good?"

Ouyang Ping glanced back at him, sneered, and said, "So it's best to leave it to you, let you run rampant in the world, then it's best."

"You!" Murong Xueting's eyes were furious, and he was about to pull out his gun and make a move, but was pulled by Meng Hanshu, "Brother Murong, why be angry, it's not appropriate to do it here."

Ouyang Ping said coldly: "I think the best solution is for everyone to hand over all the iron plates, and then destroy them together, and it's a hundred."

"Good!" Mei Zizi hurriedly said, "I agree, this Rausch thing can't be eaten or worn, but it can't be sat on, and it can't be occupied, so it's troublesome and ruined."

"Wait a minute," Yu Feiyang said suddenly, "there are two problems with this proposal. First, if all the divine orders are handed over, we can trust who they are handed over. Second, if everyone prints the map first and then hands over the Divine Order, it means that they have not handed it in, and the problem will still not be solved."

"Yes, the God of War Heavenly Soldier is such a divine object, just ask which one is not coveted, even if it is the Tianshan Sword God Gu Tianya, I can't believe it." Qiao Menglou said loudly. didn't care at all about Gu Tianya's admirers glaring at him.

Fang Mengjing peeked at Song Wanhao, only to see a smug smile on his face, and his heart moved, and said, "Song Gongzi must have a solution, it is better to say it and let everyone discuss it together."

Song Wanhao's face changed, obviously he didn't expect Fang Mengjing's gaze to be so sharp, he looked at her quite vigilantly, bowed his hand respectfully, and said, "Everyone, in fact, there is no way, it's just a little unbelievable, please be considerate."

At this time, everyone's curiosity was aroused, and they all said, "It turns out that the Song family already has a way, say it quickly."

"Brother Song, this is your mistake, why don't you reveal your mouth in advance, and let us rack our brains."

"Song Gongzi, please rest assured, let's discuss it together, and I won't blame you for anything."

Song Wanhao was obviously quite satisfied with everyone's reaction, and said, "Everyone, for this occasion, in order to prevent everyone from hurting the harmony, I propose that the Seventh Prince and Miss Fang co-chair a Divine Soldier Alliance, and gather the Divine Soldier Orders in the hands of various sects together and draw a map. Then they will lead them to the location marked on the map to investigate, and if there is no trace of the God of War's Heavenly Soldiers, it is best to avoid a needless fight."

When everyone heard this, they all nodded and praised, and even Murong Xueting and Ouyang Ping thought that this was the best way. But Qiao Menglou suddenly asked, "What if there is a God of War Heavenly Soldier?" Song Wanhao looked up to the sky and laughed, and said, "Then, we will take it out, and when the time comes, we will know who is the master of the divine soldier."

When everyone heard this, a chill increased in their hearts. The Bashu Song family has been guarding the Lingnan area all the year round, and the power is so strong that except for the Nian Gang of that year, there is no sect family in the world that can be compared. If he wants to take it, no one can resist.

Seeing everyone's full body guarded, Song Wanhao smiled slightly and said, "You don't have to mind. I heard that the divine soldiers are quite spiritual and can distinguish the master, maybe there is no need for any fighting, the ownership of the divine soldiers has already been decided, so why should everyone worry about the sky."

Fang Mengjing let out a long sigh and thought secretly, "These martial arts people are so keen on the false name of being the number one in the world that they can't imagine that the God of War Heavenly Soldier is the most ferocious and evil monster in heaven and earth. At the beginning, the blood demon Hu Litai was so martial that he still had to be devoured by the divine soldiers and died, which shows his ferocity. For this time, it is the right way to work together to destroy the Divine Order." She looked at the eager eyes of everyone around her, let out a long sigh, and said, "Everyone, Song Gongzi's method is indeed feasible, and it is the best way so far. However, I would like to advise you that most of the weapons are ominous, and once they are contaminated, they will be trapped for life. Please do what you want."

"So what does the girl mean is that she is unwilling to come forward to form a Divine Soldier Alliance?" Song Wanhao asked eagerly.

Fang Mengjing was tired for a while, frowned slightly, and said, "Song Gongzi, Mengjing is only a shallow learner, and she has no power to restrain the chicken. It's better to let Junjie among the Seven Sons of Martial Arts serve as the right person."

"They?" The eyes of Song Wanhao and others involuntarily focused on Zheng Juechen.

"Hmph, God of War Heavenly Soldier, I don't have the slightest interest, you don't have to look at me." Zheng Jiechen peeked at Hong Sixue and said proudly.

Everyone scolded angrily in their hearts, but it was not easy to attack, so they had to turn their eyes for help to the other three martial arts sons.

Hua Bufan hugged his sword and said loudly: "Everyone, I'm really embarrassed, I've been running around a lot these days, I should go home to take care of the affairs of the Sword Sect, I can't do this alliance leader."

Zheng Danshan touched his shiny bald head and said, "What alliance leader am I worthy of there, I don't understand."

Xiao Liejin clenched his fists and said, "Everyone, I'm ...... I...... No, ......" But the crowd had already turned their eyes away from him.

Song Wanhao's face was embarrassed, and the other party Mengjing said: "Miss Fang, the position of the leader of the alliance belongs to you, you are wise and clear, under your planning, the Twisted Phoenix Alliance has won many battles, and even the master of Qingfeng Hall has been ambushed and defeated by you. Although you don't know martial arts, you are better than countless men who are seven feet tall, so don't shirk it."

"You're a big ass, am I going to find some God of War Heavenly Soldier for you?" Fang Mengjing thought secretly in her heart, and said with a smile: "Song Gongzi, in fact, you have superior wisdom, and you are the number one handsome man of the Bashu Song family, and you deserve to be the commander of the group."

Song Wanhao's face flashed for a moment, revealing a wry smile: "If they are willing to listen to me, I don't have to travel all the way here to wait for you."

Suddenly, a delicate and tactful, dream-like soft voice sounded from afar: "I might as well be the leader of this Divine Soldier Alliance."

Everyone present was shocked by this fairy music and lost their minds for a moment. I saw a masked woman in brocade clothes and a bearded dress in the distance, walking slowly and gracefully and calmly. She was followed by two fierce and outstanding men, one as imposing as a mountain and the other as vicious as a tiger.

"Is it you?" Fang Mengjing was like being thundered, and she was stunned on the spot.

"Yes, sister, since the goodbye to Daozuo back then, our sisters haven't seen each other for a long time." The masked woman's soft words made all the men present intoxicated, and it seemed that even their hearts melted into this beautiful melody like a spring breeze.

Song Wanhao coughed twice in a row before he could speak: "Girl, I don't know who you are, your surname?"

The masked woman smiled like a silver bell and said, "I am the heir of the Divine Sword Villa, the master of the Divine Order, Gongsun Jin."

"The heir of the Gongsun family?" Everyone was stunned.

Fang Mengjing hurriedly said, "Sister Jin, it turns out that you are the one who spreads the divine military order in the rivers and lakes, what are your plans?"

Gongsun Jin sighed softly and said softly, "No wonder my sister misunderstood me. The same must be true for someone else. It's only to blame that my Divine Soldier Villa suffered misfortune and was attacked by a master who didn't know where to come. The Divine Order is missing. I can't imagine that they have sinister intentions, and they actually scattered the divine orders in the rivers and lakes, intending to endanger the martial arts of our Central Plains."

"I see!" Everyone nodded. In fact, as soon as they saw Gongsun Jin, they couldn't wait to defend her in every possible way, and now they were even more relieved when they heard her explanation.

Fang Mengjing's eyebrows were deep, and she said, "I had a heart-to-heart relationship with you at the beginning, why did you ......?"

"My sister blames me!" Gongsun Jin said, "I returned overnight that day because of something at home, and I am really sorry that I didn't have time to tell you. Later, I heard that the first draft of my sister's unfinished first record was circulating in the rivers and lakes, so I knew that there was a misunderstanding, thinking that it was the demon who stole the first draft for the disaster of Wulin and flowed in the rivers and lakes. It's only strange that the little sister walked in a hurry, and she didn't care about her sister's martial arts, and it was very dangerous to walk in the rivers and lakes. It stands to reason that I should have given my sister a ride."

Fang Mengjing sighed heavily, and said coldly, "Since you said so, what can I blame you."

Gongsun Jin came to Fang Mengjing's side affectionately, held her arm, and said, "I know that my sister still can't resolve her doubts, but I'm willing to show my heart." She raised her head and said loudly, "Everyone, the leader of the Divine Weapon Alliance has no power, and it will not affect your honor in the various families and sects, just for the convenience of treasure hunting. I'm not talented, and I'm willing to take it. Because in the end, I started the matter of the divine order. In order to show the traces of my heart, I Ah Jin specially drew eighteen treasure maps, this treasure map is the ancestors in the past handwritten drawing, cast on the divine military order, you can refer to it, there is no mistake. A month later, I feasted on the heroes of the world in Tiger Hill in Suzhou to conspire with the Heavenly Soldiers of the God of War.

Everyone was moved, discussed, and quite at a loss.

Song Wanhao said, "Girl, since Guishan Villa has a treasure map all year round, I don't know if you have ever explored the whereabouts of the God of War Heavenly Soldiers." Gongsun Jin smiled slightly bitterly and said, "My ancestors have had masters who want to search for the God of War Heavenly Soldiers, but all of them have never returned. This time, I decided to make the treasure map public, and I also hope that everyone can work together to find Allah, the god of war, and I can also recover the bones of my ancestors. Of course, this trip is indeed a bit dangerous, if you hesitate, you can not go, I, Ah Jin, will never look down on everyone."

This sentence will not look down on everyone, and everyone has changed their minds even if they can't go. What's more, all the people gathered in Plum Blossom Town now have a plan against the God of War Heavenly Soldiers, how can they give up the great opportunity in front of them. Coupled with this ingenious agitation method, these martial arts characters were all enthusiastic, and they had to swear an oath at that time.

Fang Mengjing shouted in her heart that it was not good, and in this way, these martial arts figures hung their lives in the hands of this mysterious woman who did not know the origin.

At this moment, a surprised voice came: "Ah, the girl is you!" A gray-clothed young man struggled to separate the crowd, squeezed in front of Gongsun Jin, and said happily, "Girl, do you remember me?"