The peaks are beautiful and quiet, and the mountains are majestic and steep.

This is Mount Manji.

Song Mingjing's body was as light as a swallow, and as soon as he stretched out his arms, he opened a pair of wings, flapped the wind, and carried his body all the way to the ground, climbing up.

Like a light fluttering clear cloud, Song Mingjing flew down and landed on a finger-thick branch.

There was a crisp "snap", and the branches of the tree sank slightly for a few minutes, and then bounced up like a ball pressed into the water, lifting his body up.

Its posture is so relaxed and leisurely that it is really like an incarnation of a feather, as light as nothing.

Through the cracks of the leaves, Song Mingjing looked at a magnificent mountain villa under the cover of the jungle in front of him.

Ten Thousand Blades Villa!

More than 20 years ago, a big businessman with the surname Zhuge spent millions to build the "Wanguan Villa" here, which caused a huge sensation in the local area, but it did not cause much waves in the rivers and lakes.

But no one could have imagined that this big businessman then learned a high level of martial arts from somewhere, and suddenly he knew all about knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, Ge, hammers, sticks, lances, rods, spears, palladium and other weapons, and was proficient in everything.

This big businessman took the opportunity to change his name to "Zhuge Eighteen"!

And because Zhuge Eighteen likes to collect all kinds of weapons, but any blade with a little strangeness, he does not refuse to come, and he has all of them in his pocket, and Wanguan Villa has also become Wanjian Villa.

Although the prosperity and rise of Ten Thousand Blades Villa has only been in the past ten years, it has now become a force that no one dares to underestimate on the rivers and lakes.

All this is because of the existence of Zhuge Eighteen.

The so-called Wen has no first, Wu has no second, but since the Seven Kills Lang Jun went, there has been no convincing master on the rivers and lakes in the past 20 years, and he is recognized as the number one master in the world.

Some people say that the thousand hands of Shaolin abbot Jueyun Zen Master are majestic and majestic, moving like a river bursting the embankment, and no one can stop it.

Some people also think that the Kunlun Heavenly Cave Master's divine sword is unparalleled, and his Flying Dragon Nine Style Sword Technique is struck out with one sword, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, indestructible, and it is a stunt that crowns the world.

Some people also say that the Blood Demon Hand is the real invincible in the world, or the leader of the Khitan Heavenly Wolf Guard, the 'wolf master' is as powerful as wind and thunder, and it can be called the most domineering and powerful martial arts in the world.

Naturally, it is indispensable to recommend Zhuge Eighteen as the first person in martial arts, saying that he is eighteen kinds of martial arts, the world's martial arts, easy to come, and the sophistication of martial arts is not inferior to the seven kills of Langjun who used to be in the martial arts and had not tasted defeat.

All this points to a fact.

Zhuge Eighteen's martial arts are extremely high, terrifyingly high.

He may not be the number one master in the world, but at least he has the qualifications to compete for this position, and there are very few masters in the world who can compete with him.

For Zhuge Eighteen, Song Mingjing knows more.

The reason why Zhuge Eighteen was able to transform from a businessman to a generation of masters was because of the Seven Kills Langjun, the first strange person in martial arts, who taught martial arts.

The people in the rivers and lakes only know that Seven Kills Langjun has two descendants, Xiaoyaozi and Blood Demon Hand, but they don't know that although Zhuge Eighteen and Seven Kills Langjun have no master-apprentice status, they have the reality of master and apprentice.

More than 20 years ago, Zhuge Eighteen, who was still a businessman, accidentally got acquainted with Seven Kills Langjun.

Although the Seven Kills Langjun is a quirk, he is very close to Zhuge Eighteen, not only teaching him eighteen kinds of unique skills, but also giving Zhuge Eighteen the Qimen blades collected over the years.

However, Zhuge Eighteen was not greedy enough, and he set his sights on the "dragon-shaped sword" that Seven Kills Langjun cherished.

This dragon-shaped sword is a Qimen blade specially created by Seven Kills Lang Jun in order to cooperate with the Seven Kills True Scripture, and Seven Kills Lang Jun refused to send it.

couldn't ask for it, Zhuge Eighteen was full of greed and turned into jealousy and murderous thoughts, and took advantage of the seven kills Langjun who had no defense against him, poisoned and assassinated, and threw him into the deep valley after he succeeded.

However, Zhuge Eighteen made some calculations, but in the end he still failed to get the dragon-shaped sword.

One of his concubines fell in love with the Seven Kills Langjun, saw through Zhuge Eighteen's killing machine, took the lead in taking the dragon-shaped sword, and jumped down the deep valley to martyrdom with the sword.

The purpose of Song Mingjing's trip is not only the dragon-shaped sword, but also for Zhuge Eighteen's eighteen stunts.

"Speaking of which, I am also half a descendant of the Seven Killing Langjun, Zhuge Eighteen Killers and Ancestors, I am also cleaning up the portal!"

Song Mingjing thought to himself.

Then his brow furrowed again.

didn't fight Zhuge Eighteen in person, and he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to win the battle, if the boat capsized in the gutter, it would be a lot of fun.

What's more, Zhuge Eighteen has always been unscrupulous in order to win, in the original plot, he is obviously higher than his opponent in martial arts, but he often prefers to rely on sneak attacks, poisoning, drugs and so on.

While thinking about it, Song Mingjing's eyes stared and saw the gate of the villa suddenly open.

A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with a kind face, sent the group out with a smile, stood at the door and said a few words to the leader of the group, a young man in brocade clothes and a handsome face, and then hugged each other and said goodbye.

The distance is far, and Song Mingjing can't really hear what the two sides said, but the middle-aged man who is kind and angry thinks that it is Zhuge Eighteen.

An entourage brought the horses, and the young men in Chinese costumes got on the horses, hugged their fists at Zhuge Eighteen, and drove away with a shout.

Song Mingjing's eyes flickered, and his body suddenly flipped over, like a blue bird rising from a tree branch and disappearing into the mountains and forests.

Dada! Da-da-da-da!

The horse's hooves stepped on the mountain road, and a group of seven young people in Chinese costumes marched unhurriedly.

The jade crown of the young man in the Chinese costume is tied with his hair, the sword hangs from his waist, and the sword scabbard is decorated with pearl and jade, and the sunlight sprinkles down and reflects on the pearl and jade, which immediately shines brightly and looks extremely gorgeous and gorgeous.

The other six were dressed as guards, dressed in strong uniforms, and wore steel knives.

A guard who was a few steps behind the young man in Chinese clothes showed indignation on his face and said: "Childe, Zhuge Eighteen, this old fox sells his reputation and reputation, and obviously accepts the benefits of my Xiangguo Mansion, but he still has to make a high-minded appearance, I really don't know what to do." ”

The young man in Huafu was also as heavy as water at this time, and hummed: "My father wants to hold a martial arts competition, and he also needs to use the fame of Zhuge Eighteen to recruit the world's masters!" Otherwise, as the son of this son, how could he condescend to personally invite this old immortal? ”

"Humph! When the tournament is over, this son wants this old guy to die well. ”

"Childe, Zhuge Eighteen's martial arts are too strong, I'm afraid it will be difficult to take him, if you let him run, it will be infinitely harmful."

The young man in Chinese costume glanced at the guard who spoke, and sneered: "Of course you can't rely on your group of waste, what about high martial arts?" There are so many things in the world that can kill you! ”

"Childe is smart!"

Several of the guards complimented.

A few people were talking as if no one was around, completely unaware of the peeping of a pair of eyes in the dark.

"Xiangguofu? It turned out to be Leng Zijing's son! ”

Song Mingjing groaned slightly, and he had a plan in his heart, and with a light tiptoe, a wisp of wind fell behind the young man in Chinese clothes and others, and he just waited for a little farther to do it.