Life is easy to grow old and difficult to grow old, the years are chongyang, and now they are chongyang, and the battlefield yellow flowers are extraordinarily fragrant.

The annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring, better than spring, and the frost is thousands of miles away.

At this moment, Wang Chongyang, Liu Cheng, and Lin Yingyu have come to the destination of their trip, the north peak of Huashan.

At this moment, on the mountain peak, which is inaccessible and difficult for birds and beasts to climb, there are batches of martial arts people dressed differently. Among them, there are men and women, there are gang members with scars and robbers, there are elegant people dressed as elegant scholars, there are Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes and wearing Taoist crowns, there are monks with bald heads and robes, and there are beggars dressed in tatters......

They were familiar with each other in a circle, some were talking loudly, some were blowing the atmosphere there, some were fists and drinking, some were playing chess, and some were chanting scriptures on their knees......

But no matter what they were doing, everyone present would glance at the top of Nahua Mountain from time to time. I saw that in the narrow place on the top of the mountain, a Taoist sat cross-legged, the Taoist robe blown by the mountain wind whirred, but his body did not move. However, everyone present was not looking at him, but at the scroll he was holding in his hand, which was called the Nine Yin True Scripture.

If you look at it like this, you will only feel that this is an ordinary gathering of martial arts people, there is no saber rattling, there is no sword fighting, everything seems so peaceful. If it continues to be so peaceful, then this so-called Huashan Sword Discussion is likely to become a joke.

"This is probably the so-called calm before the storm." Liu Cheng looked at this scene and thought silently.

"Here we are." Wang Chongyang didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and his words were not loud or small, just enough for Liu Cheng and Lin Yingyu to hear.

Following Wang Chongyang's gaze, there was nothing to see except trees and weeds. Liu Cheng was better, and quietly stopped his gaze. Lin Yingyu was not happy, and muttered in fragments: "Old guy, in addition to deceiving people or deceiving people, the master must have been deceived by you." ”

Wang Chongyang was not angry, smiled at Lin Yingyu, and continued to look at the place he said before.

Liu Cheng saw what Lin Yingyu was going to say, and said directly in a cold voice: "If you want to watch, be quiet, if you don't want to, just go to the bottom of the mountain and wait." Ignoring Lin Yingyu's actions after hearing this, he kept kicking the weeds on the ground, cursing himself on the ground, and turned his head to look at the woods.

After a while, a strange-looking alien man slowly walked out of the woods. There is a golden man with braided hair hanging down his shoulders, a gold ring hanging from his braid, hair on the back of his head, and a colored silk. There were Mongolians who wore braided hair, most of which had been shaved off, leaving only a handful of hair on their foreheads. There are also the Khitans who cut off the hair at the top of the skull, and on the side of the skull, they have two locks of long hair hanging down on the side of the ear. There are also Tibetans whose hair is coiled up on the top of their heads or in a tapered shape at the back of their heads, and even some Persians who are wrapped in cloth scarves.

In an instant, some martial arts people who were still on this Huashan Mountain seemed to be going out to party, stopped their movements one after another. The man with the sword pinned to his waist slowly pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword. The people with guns and sticks tightened their hands to eat the guys.

At this time, I saw a person who looked like a Han man, and after whispering a few words to a golden man, he slowly walked out, "You heroes don't have to be so nervous, I'm here just to see this rare event in the Central Plains." What's more, this Huashan land is still the land of Jinguo, and we just hope that after this Huashan competition, you will not destroy the security of Jinguo. ”

"Fuck you!" I saw a middle-aged strong man with a beard and a huge mace, shouting at the lackeys of the golden man. Liu Wei was not happy to see the lackey who walked out with a traitor-like face, and when he saw someone coming out to speak, he also looked at this person with a playful face. It's just that Liu Cheng has no impression of this person, and he has never heard of this person in the rivers and lakes.

Probably feeling Liu Cheng's doubts, Wang Chongyang said slowly: "This person is a descendant of Qin Ming, the fierce star thunderbolt fire that day, named Qin Li, with average martial arts, and his temper is worthy of the name of Qin Ming's thunderbolt fire." ”

I saw that as soon as Qin Li's words fell, he was pulled to the back by a person who looked like a scholar, Liu Cheng looked at the person, and slowly asked Wang Chongyang: "That scholar should be the descendant of Wu Yong, Zhiduoxing, right?" ”

"No, that person is also a person in the Daomen, but Zhu Bin, the descendant of Zhu Wu, the master of the divine machine, and Zhu Wu later cultivated with Sun Sheng, the Duke of the Dragon of Zhuyun, and this Zhu Bin naturally grew up in the Daomen, and now he is also a person in that Daomen." Wang Chongyang shook his head and said.

Liu Cheng looked at Qin Ming, who was pulled back by Zhu Bin and stopped speaking after a few words, and then looked at the lackey of the golden man, and muttered a little unpleasantly: "Master, Xuantong is a little unhappy to see this guy, these people in the rivers and lakes can actually endure and not move like this, this is too weird." ”

"Oh? Xuantong, do you have what it takes to kill that person from here? ”

"If you have a bow or arrow, shoot him." Liu Cheng has also learned bows and arrows in the world of Jinyiwei, but he rarely uses them, but now that his skills are advanced, it is still no problem to bend bows and arrows.

Wang Chongyang stretched out his hand and pointed to a brocade and jade robe, and he could vaguely see a little bit of the middle-aged man who was once handsome and had a longbow, and said slowly: "This person is Hua Yunping, the descendant of Xiao Li Guanghuarong, if you want that bow and arrow, you can find him." ”

Liu Cheng looked at Wang Chongyang with some doubts, looking at his meaning, as if he really wanted Liu Cheng to shoot the golden lackey, so he asked with some doubts, "The master really wants Xuantong to shoot that person?" ”

Wang Chongyang pointed to those people in the rivers and lakes and said casually: "These people are looking forward and backward one by one, and they don't dare to be the first birds." Coming here is a life-and-death struggle, so why don't we add a fire and let it burn directly. After listening to Wang Chongyang's words, Liu Cheng nodded, stretched his figure, and went straight to the place where the descendants of Liangshan gathered.

I saw that after seeing Liu Cheng come to the gathering place of the descendants of Liangshan, those descendants of Liangshan held swords in their hands and aimed at Liu Cheng one after another. "Don't be nervous, Liu Xuantong of the Xia Quanzhen faction is just here to borrow something from Brother Hua." Liu Cheng waved his hand at everyone, and then said to Hua Yunping: "Brother Hua, I don't know if I can borrow your bow and arrow from Liu." ”

Hua Yunping looked at Liu Cheng a little strangely, then thought about it and said: "What Brother Liu thinks is also what Hua thinks, I just hope that I don't want to do what Brother Liu thinks here." After speaking, he handed the bow and arrow to Liu Cheng.

It seems that this Hua Yunping is not a stupid person, and he also thought that Liu Cheng might be going to shoot the golden lackey with a bow and arrow. Just in order not to let the people of Liangshan become the target of the public, he still asked Liu Cheng not to shoot the lackeys of the Jin people in the direction of the people in Liangshan.