Knowing that the Divine Soldier Alliance still had half a month to go to Lotus Mountain, Peng Wuwang immediately decided to go to Yishan first. Li Yu and he broke up in the inn, and agreed with each other to reunite here in ten days and go to Lotus Mountain together. Peng Wuwang rode alone and walked in the direction of Yishan.

"Master, Master!" A childish voice came from behind him.

"Huh? Strings?" Peng Wuwang was taken aback, "Didn't you stay in the dart game and practice?"

"Master, my mother took me home to bury my father." Luo Mingxian's expression darkened, and then he became excited again, "This time, the master of Qingfeng Hall was ambushed, and my father was also dead, and our Luo family was even more majestic. My mother has also received a lot of villagers, and is ready to rebuild the Yan Yi Hall."

"That's good," Peng was hopelessly overjoyed, and then frowned again, "but how did you find me?"

"My mother is still in contact with many famous media outlets, and they told me that my mother, Brother Peng, was going to the direction of Yishan, so I followed." Luo Mingxian said with a smile.

"Your mother is really capable." Peng Wuwang scratched his head, "But I'm going to Yishan this time......

"I know!" Luo Mingxian couldn't wait to say, "Are you going to compete with the sword fairy!" Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that all the wind media have gathered near Yishan and are ready to spread the latest and fastest news to various places."

"So fast?" Peng Wuwang's heart tightened.

"Of course, since Master, you went south, the wind media in Qingzhou can't wait to spread the news to Jiangdu, as early as three days before Master, you came to Suzhou, all the people in the rivers and lakes began to recite the news that Master and the Sword Fairy are going to have a big showdown." Luo Mingxian said excitedly.

"Ah, these wind media are also diligent." Peng Wuwang suddenly remembered that he had met a wind media Zhang Fang who had never forgotten his duty to death, and his heart was sour for no reason.

"Also, the underground gambling houses in the Jiangnan area have begun to set up games to bet on the wins and losses of the master and the sword fairy. Master, your odds are 1 to 1, and the odds for the Sword Fairy are 1 to 1." Luo Mingxian's mouth came one by one like a cannon.

"Ah, really?" Peng Wuwang was a little dazed.

"yes, there's more." Luo Mingxian continued loudly.

"And?" Peng Wuwang had already begun to be unable to cope with the complicated and rich information brought by Luo Mingxian.

"Also, I bought all my pocket money and won Master." Luo Mingxian said proudly.

"You bastard, see that I don't punish you, gambling at such a young age?" Peng Wuhope's eyes widened.

"It's not gambling, it's gambling. Master, you will definitely win!" Luo Mingxian looked at Peng Wuwang with admiration on his face.

When they came to the foot of Yishan Mountain, it was getting late, and they caught up with the continuous spring rain, so Peng Wuwang and the two had to find an inn in a small town to rest. The rainy weather made Peng Wuwang's old injuries all over his body begin to ache faintly, so he had to ask Luo Mingxian to take out some bruising medicine and wine, and kept smearing it all over his body.

Seeing Peng Wuwang's sad appearance, Luo Mingxian asked worriedly, "Master, these injuries are all healed, why do you still hurt?"

"I don't know, it's like this every cloudy day and rain, come, you wipe this place on my leg again." Peng Wuwang gritted his teeth and said.

"Ah, that's a long time, Master, who did this?" Luo Mingxian looked at the scar on Peng Wuwang's thigh in amazement.

"It seems to be the second of the seven evils in Bashan, what is Yue Shuaikong's name, such a powerful left blade sword." Peng Wuwang whispered with palpitations.

"Master, it's because you're afraid." Luo Mingxian was taken aback.

"Do you think I'm stupid and bold? I'm also a normal person, it hurts when I slash my body, and I am afraid of death when I live in the world." Peng Wuwang sighed and said earnestly.

"Master, I always thought you were fearless." Luo Mingxian said in surprise.

"There is no one in the world who is fearless. It's just that you have to know what to do and what not to do!" Peng Wuwang's eyes flashed. He suddenly remembered something, smiled for no reason, patted Luo Mingxian's head, and said, "Don't you want to learn from me to be a chivalrous man? Be prepared to endure hardship. My wounds are the price of the knight."

"Master!" Luo Mingxian said excitedly and loudly, "I'm not afraid of hardship, I'm not afraid of being hurt."

"Are you afraid of death?" Peng Wuwang asked again with a smile.

"I...... I'm ......." Luo Mingxian hesitated.

"Even if you're honest, it's not a shame to be afraid of death. Take your time." Peng Wuwang said with a smile.

"Master, why don't you tell me more about the origin of these scars, so that I can see for a long time." Luo Mingxian was depressed for a while, and then became excited again.

"Okay. I haven't talked about a book for a long time, hehe, come, look at this piece, this scar is long when I talk about it......

Although Yishan Qixiu is the best in the world, but the mountain road is far less rugged and difficult to travel than Huashan, Peng Wuwang, who got up early before dawn, carried Luo Mingxian to perform light skills, and walked like flying, and in less than an hour he had come to the welcome pavilion of the Yue Nu Palace in the middle of the mountain.

"Who dares to trespass on the mountain?" The four white-clothed women were like four gentle floating clouds, falling from four different directions around Peng Wuwang's master and apprentice.

"There is no hope in Xia Peng, so I will come to Yishan Hua for a while." Peng Wuwang said sonorously.

Seeing the figure of Fang Feihong and her junior sisters flying in, Hua Jinghong, who had just finished practicing the sword, wiped her sweat with the silk scarf tied around her waist, and her cheeks, which were slightly red because of the sword movement, flashed with thrilling beauty in the faint morning light. Seeing Hua Jinghong's look like a celestial, although she was her senior sister, Fang Feihong and the others were sincere, and even knelt on the ground with admiration, without the slightest dissatisfaction.

Seeing their sincere and frightened appearances, Hua Jinghong, who felt apologetic, hurriedly raised her hand and said, "Sisters, although Jinghong is the palace master of the Yue Nu, we belong to the same generation, so we really don't need such a big gift."

"Palace Master, your status is noble, we are waiting for this great gift to come from the heart, please don't be polite to us." Fang Feihong said flatteredly.

Hua Jinghong looked at the purple gold flying crane tied around her waist, and remembered the master's earnest teaching to herself before she traveled the world, not only showing a look of remembrance. She smiled slightly bitterly and said, "Sisters, do you have anything important to tell you?"

"Peng Wuwang is ......," Fang Feihong was just about to make a big statement, when he suddenly remembered Hua Jinghong's identity, and hurriedly stopped his mouth and said, "I mean Qingzhou Peng Wuwang brought a thirteen-year-old boy to the welcome pavilion, claiming to see the palace master."

"Oh, he's finally here?" Hua Jinghong smiled slightly, "I heard that he has become more and more famous in the rivers and lakes recently, and even big names like Bashan Qisha and Qingfeng Hall Master have been killed by him personally. This time he came with coercion, and this matter may not be resolved."

At this time, Zhao Yinghong, another disciple of the Yue Nu Palace, stepped forward and said, "Palace Master, I heard that just a few days ago, Peng Wuwang fought against Qiankun in Qingzhou, and both of them were defeated. Lei Yechang fought with him for seven or eight hours, claiming to be invincible. And Luo Yixiao fought with him for less than ten rounds, and he was killed by him with one sword."

The disciples of the Yue Nu Palace who were around invariably gasped. Only Hua Jinghong seemed to have a good time, and said leisurely: "Senior Sister Zhao, you really have a set, the news just a few days ago has reached your ears so quickly." Yan smiled slightly.

Zhao Yinghong's face immediately turned red with shame, and several female disciples around him suddenly realized, Fang Feihong chuckled, and said, "Senior Sister Zhao, it seems that you and Zhang Tao's kid are getting closer and closer."

Zhao Yinghong's face was feverish, her head was so low that her neck seemed to be broken, and her voice was as small as a mosquito's chirping: "Zhang Tao and I, we are affectionate and reasonable, please ask the palace master to learn clearly." The female disciples around all laughed, and the murderous atmosphere brought about by Peng Wuwang's prestige was swept away.

"Alright," Hua Jinghong smiled, "Don't embarrass Senior Sister Zhao."

"Palace Master," the youngest Luo Lianhong asked curiously, "I've heard of Luo Yixiao and Lei Yechang's reputation for a long time. However, I always thought that Luo Yixiao, as an elder of Qingfeng Hall, should be one line higher than Lei Yechang in martial arts, but I didn't expect it to be so bad."

"Well, why did you come to this conclusion?" Hua Jinghong asked quietly.

"Because Luo Yixiao was killed by Peng Wuwang within ten moves. And Lei Ye Chang has been fighting hard for several hours, isn't this a lot worse?" Luo Lianhong asked.

"Senior Sister Luo, the number of fighting moves cannot be used as an evaluation of the level of martial arts. Lei Yechang and Peng Wuwang are just competing in martial arts, and they have nothing to do with life and death, so they can calm down and compete carefully. And between Luo Yixiao and Peng Wuwang, it is a life-and-death fight, the victory or defeat is often between one move, and they have fought each other for nearly ten moves, which is already a rare and tragic fight." Hua Jinghong told the situation of Peng Wuwang's two fights as if he saw it.

In a few words, the disciples of the Yue Nu Palace seemed to see Peng Wuwang and Luo Yixiao fighting to the death with murderous energy. Swords and knives flattered, blood splattered, and the terrible sound of blades breaking through the wind and the roar of the tiger and the roar of the dragon surged in front of him like a flood. A chill ran through everyone's hearts.

Only Hua Jinghong's face showed an excited look: "Peng Wuwang, this person is good at defeating the strong with the weak. Because when he fights with people, his fighting spirit is high, and his momentum is like a rainbow, and the enemy is captured by his momentum, and when he makes a move, he thinks a lot, and he often sees the right time to hit him. That day, I fought with him in Luoyang Jinfu, and his skills and moves were far from mine, but he fought with me to more than 400 moves with his perseverance and ruthlessness, and he was injured in more than a dozen places and bleeding for a long time. In the end, I could only defeat him with the Super Sea God Sword. The heartiness of that battle was barely comparable to the battle between me and the first son."

Thinking of Hua Jinghong and Peng Wuhope's battle in the Jin Mansion, Fang Feihong's heart was excited, it was indeed a rare master fight, she couldn't help touching her cheeks, remembering the hard punch that Peng Wuwang gave her in the Jin Mansion.

"Palace Master, this time Peng has no hope of coming to challenge, will you fight him again?" Luo Lianhong asked curiously.

"Of course, such a rare opponent, even if he wants to fight, I won't let him go." Hua Jinghong's eyes showed an eager look, "Working behind closed doors can only achieve half the result, and only by constantly meeting challenges can we go higher and farther in the martial arts."

Seeing the excited and excited looks in everyone's eyes, Hua Jinghong said confidently, "The Yue Goddess Sword is definitely not afraid of any challenge."

The Guangming Peak of Yishan Mountain is located in the middle of Yishan Mountain, overlooking the sea of clouds in all directions, since ancient times, there is not the Guangming Peak, it is difficult to see the sigh of the scenery of Yishan Mountain. Standing on the cliff to the east of Guangming Peak, watching the orange morning sun rise from the surging sea of clouds like waves all over the mountain, dyeing the clouds into a brilliant and agile amber color, it seems that an immortal hidden in the clouds turned the clouds and mist of the mountain into glass, Peng Wuwang sighed for a while. "Immortal ......" thought of the immortals, and then remembered the master, counting up, Peng Wuwang has only been two years since he left the mountain, but from north to south, and then from south to north, he has almost stepped on the great mountains and rivers of the Central Plains, and he has almost died three or four times, and it feels as if he has passed thousands of lives in a trance. Master doesn't know where he is now? Peng's hopeless eyes were gloomy.

"Master, it's so beautiful here!" Luo Mingxian muttered, watching the orange morning sun stand out from the sea of clouds like a warrior, from red to yellow, from yellow to gold, dazzling golden light sprinkled all over the rivers and mountains.

"It's a pity, Mingxian, this is the place where people Yue Nu Palace. We can't come often, so let's see it all now." Peng Wuwang said thoughtfully.

"Yishan is not from the Yue Nu Palace, why should they occupy this treasure land and not let people come, this is too domineering." Luo Mingxian said indignantly.