"Brother?" At noon, as soon as Red Sky Man finished receiving a guest from Guanzhong, he immediately rushed out of the room with wind and rain, and called out in his characteristic loud voice, "Peng Wuwang, where are you?" The bell-like sound drove all the people in the Pengmen dart game out of the house and gathered around him.

"Daddy, what are you looking for big brother?" Hong Sixue hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Hong Tianxia's right arm, and asked softly.

"What's the matter? Big deal! It's really sad and joyful. Good girl, do you know that I have found another senior brother of mine. At the beginning, he used to teach me some kung fu as a substitute teacher. We haven't seen each other in thirty years. Thirty years!" Red Sky Man said excitedly.

"Great, Daddy, this is great news!" Hong Sixue was sincerely happy for her father.

"However, my senior brother was hit by the fatal palm of the Heavenly Demon, and his life and death hung in the balance, and now he is at the threshold of nine deaths." Red Sky Xia said, "So I'm going to go to the Guanzhong Sword Sect with Peng Wuwang to see if I can contribute to his injuries."

"That's right," Hong Sixue's face showed a look of embarrassment, "Big brother has already set off in the early hours of the morning and went to Yishan."

"What?" Red Sky Man was furious, "This stinky boy, if he doesn't leave sooner or later, he just left at such a fatal time, he should be expelled from the division."

"Daddy, big brother doesn't want to, he can expect so many things." Hong Sixue hurriedly persuaded.

At this time, Fang Mengjing came to the Red Sky Man with Jia Bian Que with a smile and said, "Why worry about the red seniors, now the ready-made famous doctor Jia Bian Que is here, and he can be in an emergency. Why complain about Brother Peng."

As soon as Red Tianxia's gaze fell on Jia Bian Que's petite and delicate body, his confidence immediately increased, and he said, "With Divine Doctor Jia here, I really don't have any worries. Let's hit the road. I don't know what Miss Jia thinks."

Jia Bianque nodded slowly and methodically, and said, "I can't guarantee 100% that I will save Senior Brother Ling, so I can only do my best. I'll go get ready and go right away."

Fang Mengjing grabbed Jia Bianque's hand and said with a smile, "Don't forget me. Back then, the seven disciples of the Crane God Qi Xiaoyun were famous in the rivers and lakes, and it was the best theme of the martial arts anecdotes, how could I miss it."

Red Sky Man was overjoyed and said, "It would be better if Miss Fang went with her. Speaking of my senior brother's heroic achievements back then, I can't finish talking about it in ten days and ten nights. Miss Fang, just write it down. Haha!"

In this month, the Chang'an Guanzhong Sword Sect gathered in the crown cover, Taishan faction, Songshan faction, Shaolin Temple, Yuenu Palace, countless seven families have long been hidden in the rivers and lakes, do not ask about the world's predecessors of the famous ants gathered in the Guanzhong Sword station. These elders in the rivers and lakes are usually reluctant to show their whereabouts easily, and they are even more tired of crowded places. If the Jianghu disciples were able to meet any of them, it would already be a great blessing, let alone meet so many people at once.

The head of the Songshan faction cut the water whip Xie Manting, the elder of the Taishan faction, Taishan Yunyin Lu Lin, and the famous iron pen Danxin Zuo Jiande in Henan are among them, but compared to the countless elderly people here, they can only be regarded as the last generation. Among the senior monks of Shaolin Temple, there are Master Vajra Wuliang who is a stick, Master Wuchen, the abbot of Shaolin, the first fearless monk of Luohan Hall, Master Wuji, the master of Bodhidharma Academy, the master of Wunian, the head of the Precept Academy, and the first master of Prajna Hall. The only two remaining masters of the Seven Great Families, Mei Zi, and Meng Hanshu and several senior clan elders of the family who could not be easily invited also hurriedly arrived. The reason why these highly respected predecessors in the martial arts left their noble status, gave up the principle of not asking about the world, and left behind complicated and important assignments, they gathered here one after another, just for a name, a name that once made the world compete to praise - Kyushu is the first man in the world, generous and heroic in the past, and admired by thousands of people.

Decades ago, almost every son and daughter of the rivers and lakes was once obsessed with him. When it comes to the name of Kyushu, the passionate young man wants to sing, the merry showman wants to drink, the white-haired old man wants to twist his beard and smile, and the woman wants to sigh leisurely, sighing that she has no chance to meet such a heroic man.

The years go by, and now Duan Cunhou is thick, with only a stump of less than five feet left, and a serious injury that is almost incurable. Heavenly Demon Purple Kunlun's Seven Evil Palm Poison had already invaded his internal organs, shattering his Qi Jing and Eight Veins, and the meridians in his body were like cotton threads hanging from thousands of catties of iron balls, and there was a danger of breaking at any time. Now, Duan Cunhou's life is completely dependent on these martial arts seniors who gathered here to hang with their pure internal strength.

This day was cloudy, and the main hall of the Guanzhong Sword Sect was full of famous masters from all walks of life. Ouyang Xizhao, who was originally childish and red-faced, had a sallow complexion, pale lips, and blank eyes, and needed to rely on a jujube wood cane to support his body. Despite this, he still beat his spirit and greeted the martial arts people in the hall.

Taishan Yunyin Lu Lin saw it in his eyes, and felt uncomfortable in his heart, and said, "Brother Ouyang, in order to heal Duan Daxia's injuries, you have lost your true qi for three days and three nights in a row, and now you are still working so hard, even those who are beaten with iron can't bear it. Take a break."

Ouyang Xizhao's face showed a hint of bitterness, and said, "Compared to the suffering that Duan Daxia has suffered, this bit of hard work is nothing. I just hate that I can't invite all the masters of internal strength in the world to hang his life for Duan Daxia."

The conversation between the two of them caused a sigh of embarrassment from everyone present, and everyone turned gloomy for a while. At this time, Master Wuchen walked into the hall tremblingly with the support of the two Guanzhong disciples.

Seeing this, Ouyang Xizhao immediately greeted him and asked eagerly, "Master Abbot, has Duan Daxia's injury improved?"

"Amitabha!" Master Wuchen chose the Buddha's name, and his face showed compassion, "Duan Daxia was injured in the meridians, and the poisoning was too deep, and I could only use my true qi to stimulate the vitality in his body and save his life for a moment and a half. If he can't remove the seven poisons that are entangled in his heart, his life may be lost." Speaking of this, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Master!" Everyone gathered around with concern. Master Wuchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, waved his hand and said, "I'm fine. With my skills, I can only support these four days and four nights, and I don't know which donor is willing to take over from the old man."

"I'm coming!" The fearless monk stood up sharply, flicked his hem, and was about to enter the room.

"Wait!" Master Wuliang slowly stood up and said, "Senior brother, your true qi is too strong and domineering, I'm afraid it won't be beneficial or harmful, so I'd better come."

"Senior brother!" The fearless monk hurriedly said, "You have lost your True Qi for five days in a row, and if you continue like this, the Iron Man will not be able to bear it."

"Let's do it." Several elders of the Seven Great Families stood up one after another. But he was stopped by Ouyang Xizhao, and he said with a sad face: "In the past month, all of us have lost our true qi for Duan Daxia, and now everyone has not recovered, if it continues like this, Duan Daxia will not be able to cure it, I am afraid that a few more beds will be added here."

At this moment, a clear and handsome voice came leisurely: "How about I?" Everyone looked towards the door of the hall. At this time, a refreshing and dry wind suddenly blew between the heavens and the earth, sweeping away the dark clouds of the day. The crisp afternoon sun of spring in the north shone into the hall, shining brightly on the golden armor of the people.

"See Wei Guogong!" Everyone was shocked by the identity of the person who came, and they all bowed down with reverence.

It turned out that this sudden master was none other than the victorious general of the Tang Dynasty - Li Jing, the Duke of Weiguo.

"As soon as I came back from the frontier, I heard the news of Senior Brother Duan, is Senior Brother okay?" Li Jing grabbed Ouyang Xizhao's hand and asked eagerly.

Ouyang Xizhao let out a long sigh and shook his head sadly.

"Alas!" Li Jing shook off his hands and rushed into the inner hall like a whirlwind.