readx;?? The monk of the Mahayana Temple said that the god begging Hong Jiugong martial arts is not just a superficial cultivation, if he is allowed to participate in the "Jiuyang Divine Skill" to the pinnacle of enlightenment, I am afraid that the peak of martial arts can be expected. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info^^^ Baidu Chapter^^^

What is the pinnacle of martial arts, only the land immortals in the realm of secular can be described as it.

The god beggar Hong Jiugong has been dormant for too long in these years, and the divine dragon has not seen the end, but no one will question the huge deterrent power hidden behind this small body.

Ye Jianxian shook his head helplessly, he knew that if Hong Jiugong wanted to leave him here, then he really couldn't leave.

Fortunately, he knew that there were other peerless powerhouses guarding the palace, and he was not worried about Prince Qian's prince stirring up trouble in the palace, and he was still very confident in the strength of the old guys in the worship pavilion.

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, Ye Jianxian also jumped down, paced towards the god beggar Hong Jiugong, picked up the unopened wine jar on the ground at random, uncovered the cover, and poured it into his mouth.

As soon as his tongue came into contact with the wine, Ye Jianxian's eyes were bright: "What a strong wine, this wine is fragrant, it should be the daughter of twenty years of red!

Hong Jiugong raised the roast chicken in his hand, and a pair of kind eyes narrowed directly into a line, and when he saw that Ye Jianxian did not plan to run away, he was no longer vigilant.

He intervened to intercept Ye Jianxian today, which was already considered to be a break from the long-standing convention, if it weren't for his disciple Zhang Bailian's pleading, he would definitely not have made a move.

The reason why the beggar gang was able to blossom everywhere and open their own rudder in the hundred countries of Ganzhou was to let the poor people who had no way out in the world have a full meal.

What imperial hegemony and the struggle for imperial power have nothing to do with him, all he cares about is the inheritance of the beggars' martial arts, and the stable survival of those beggars.

Speaking of which, Hong Jiugong was actually quite surprised and curious about Prince Qian's son, after all, his little disciple Zhang Bailian talked about the demeanor of the little prince between them from time to time.

Zhang Bailian's cultivation speed was so fast that it once aroused Hong Jiugong's suspicions, for fear that he had practiced some evil sect method, which would lead to an unstable foundation.

However, after a year or two, it has been proved that his worries are unfounded, and Zhang Bailian's foundation is very solid.

What kind of means does the little prince of the world have to make his disciple Zhang Bailian break through from the peak of the eighth grade all the way to the level of internal strength under the tenth grade in just one or two years.

"The Sword Immortal hasn't seen him for all these years, but his cultivation is good, and he is about to break through to the peak of Xiaocheng. ”

Although the old beggar was drunk and his face was red, his eyes were exceptionally clear, and after just one glance, he could see the general idea of Ye Jianxian's cultivation.

The pinnacle of internal strength among the twelve grades, but this son's cultivation of supreme swordsmanship, the real explosive power is far stronger than the superficial internal strength cultivation.

As early as ten years ago, the Sword Saint Ye Sword Immortal could be inseparable from the Flame Sword King on the Heavenly List, and that old knife handle was a monster that was infinitely close to the Great Grandmaster.

"Jiugong Cave has already touched the bottleneck a few years ago, and I was going to retreat to try to hit a higher level, but unfortunately, there are always people who keep making trouble. ”

Ye Jianxian wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the elder who was also accompanying him with his eyes.

Elder Venerable didn't care about Ye Jianxian's ridicule, no matter what today, it would be enough to be able to drag Ye Jianxian here. As for the conflict of words, he has lived for seventy or eighty years, and he has seen too much.

The fat of the roast chicken dripped in the bonfire, crackling with an attractive fragrance, and as time passed, Ye Jianxian's heart suddenly had a bad premonition.

Just when the three great masters were drinking, a huge aura suddenly appeared in the imperial capital, and even the elders and others who were more than a hundred miles away could feel the strength.

The god beggar Hong Jiugong Huo Ran stood up, threw down his daughter's red wine jar in his hand, and his face was solemn: "Ji Wuming, that bad old man doesn't stay in the Great Snow Mountain Palace, how can he be mad in the imperial capital?"

The old man's heart tightened, his heart beat faster, and he looked at the white-clothed sword saint Ye Jianxian, after all, the palace and the old man of the Snow Mountain had no dealings, how could that supreme master appear in the imperial city.

Ye Jianxian also had a solemn face, and the sword box behind him rattled, reflecting the unrest in his heart.

"The nameless old gentleman is the Holy Master, this is a secret. Who is fighting against him, and he can force the old gentleman to use the killing move of the Great Snow Mountain. ”

Feeling the nameless aura of the old man of the Snow Mountain, rising again and again, reaching the peak state, the three great grandmasters couldn't sit still.

Unlike the god begging Hong Jiugong, who is light and light, the old man of the Snow Mountain is nameless, but he is very keen on power, and he secretly took the emperor's boat, which looks ambitious.

"Zun Tie Ling, things seem to be more complicated than you think, old guy, why don't we go to the palace for a while, but can't we make a move?"

Hong Jiu spoke openly, causing the elders to be nervous, Ji Wuming is the fourth strong old monster in the heavenly list, chasing after the god Hong Jiugong, the threat to those elders in the palace is still very great.

Nodding, Elder Zun agreed to this proposal, and the white-clothed Sword Saint Ye Jianxian also wanted to see what kind of divine position could force the old man of the Snow Mountain to go all out.

The three of them turned into three rainbow lights, running directly towards this thousand-year-old imperial capital, and the dark night rendered layer after layer of mystery.

At this time in the palace, Hai Lao and the others were guarding the gate of the Jinluan Hall with complex and solemn faces, and their eyes did not leave the two figures who were fighting for a moment.

Just now, they defeated most of the worshippers of the Imperial Court Worship Pavilion, and their combined strength was almost crushed, but the good times did not last long, and then the appearance of an old man almost failed to break the circle they guarded.

They never thought that there was such a killer weapon as the old man of the Snow Mountain hidden in the emperor's back hand.

The reputation of the Great Snow Mountain Hall suppressed countless Jianghu sects, and the appearance of the old man of the Snow Mountain attracted the worshippers to salute and thank him for his help.

The old man of the Snow Mountain was about to make a move on Hai Lao and the others, but he didn't expect another nun to come down out of thin air, holding the Sacred Heart Sword and forcing him to use all his strength.

At the time of a pillar of incense, the square outside the Jinluan Hall was full of dense sword marks and broken floor tiles, and the two figures, one gray and one white, were like fierce beasts, wreaking havoc on the buildings of the square.

There were also many Praetorian Guard armor soldiers who were affected, because they touched the fighting circle of the two masters, they were killed in an instant, and their bodies were scattered all over the ground.

Wherever there is water on the ground, it is rendered by the inexplicable cold and directly frozen into ice.

Elder Zun and the others rushed to the palace, and under Ye Jianxian's token, they easily entered the palace city.

Seeing the two figures who were fighting, Shen Qi Hong Jiugong and Ye Jianxian both had solemn expressions, and with their vision, of course, it was not difficult to see that the nun who was fighting against the old man of the Snow Mountain was also a top swordsman.

"White-haired Shengxue, stepping on Qimei pile, is it her?"

Elder Zun gasped, he finally recognized who this white-haired god and nun was, when he went to the Hundred Flowers Palace, he had felt a rushing aura in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, which was exactly the same as this god and nun.

Ye Jianxian's eyebrows tightened, and when he heard the surprised voice of the elder talking to himself, he immediately spoke: "Your Excellency knows this old nun? ”

Hearing this, Elder Zun smiled bitterly and shook his head, this nun is the white-haired god Niqiu Ruthless who temporarily lives in the Hundred Flowers Valley, and has an incense relationship with Yuwen Qiongyan, the master of the Hundred Flowers Palace.

A few days ago, the palace invited the master of the Hundred Flowers Palace to help him, but who knew that Yuwen Qiongyan was in retreat, and the elder and others also returned.

However, I didn't expect that Murong Yuhua, the acting palace master of the Hundred Flowers Palace, would be able to invite Qiu Wuru, a fairy nun who is not in love with mortals, to come out, which shows that he has good intentions.

""Mixed Yuan Sword Technique, the sword technique of the Moro royal family, could it be that this and the white-haired nun are members of the royal family that have destroyed the dynasty?"

Shen Qi Hong Jiugong was well-informed, and slowly saw the ruthless swordsmanship of the white-haired god Ni Qiu, and began to deduce her identity.

The white-haired Shenni's ears moved a few times, and he quickly withdrew, and with a sword, he slammed on the stone slab in the square, directly flying a few pieces, forcing the hall master of the Great Snow Mountain to retreat.

"The Great Qian Dynasty is really a place of heroes, I didn't expect that there are still people who can recognize the swordsmanship of the poor nuns, and dare to ask the name of the honorable?"

The white-haired Shenni accepted the Sacred Heart Sword, arched her hand slightly, and when her eyes glanced at the white-clothed Sword Saint Ye Jianxian, her eyes shrank, and she could also see Ye Jianxian's terrifyingness with her cultivation.

Seeing Shenni asking, the old beggar arched his hand hesitantly: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be!" Shenni is the heroine among women, the old beggar Hong Jiugong, and the beggar gang takes the lead in asking for food. ”

Hong Jiugong's words were full of self-deprecation, and he even said that he, the leader of the first gang, was directly asking for food.

However, his words really shocked everyone around him, the civil and military officials and the guards in the army looked at each other, how could the palace attract so many top masters in the world tonight.

"I've seen the beggar gang Hong Jiugong's old man. ”

At this time, the people in the rivers and lakes present, whether they were from Prince Qian's mansion or the palace, all leaned over to salute the old beggar, which can also see the old beggar's popularity and terrible appeal.

The old man of the snow mountain, Ji Wuming, shook the blood beads on his hand, and when he saw the old beggar appearing on the stage, his eyes shrank and became more and more fierce.

"Old beggar, I didn't expect you, who claim to be neutral, to come to the deep palace compound of this Great Qian Dynasty, it's really unbelievable. ”

Regarding the ridicule of the old man in the snow mountain, Hong Jiugong laughed and snorted, just now he saw that Ji Wuming was suppressed by the white-haired god nun, and he was in a very comfortable mood.

Calm as Ye Jianxian, at this time is also uncertain, tonight everywhere reveals a strangeness, the top powerhouses of the Great Qian Dynasty seem to have gathered together.

It's like an invisible hand, bringing them in, and the heavy feeling of depression is suffocating.

The old lady's hands were stuck in the cuffs, his eyes were burning, and his eyelids were constantly beating, and he had a vague feeling that an earth-shattering event would happen today, and it could even affect the thousand-year-old national fortune of the Great Qian Dynasty.

"Three thousand miles in the north of the country, three miles of the north of the country, quickly open the gate of the imperial city..."