Meng Ting, the senior brother of Jiulong Mountain, is admired by most female disciples in the mountain gate, and Ye Wanwan is no exception, this time she did not have her share in the experience of going down the mountain, but she relied on her relationship with the saint Sang Zhi, and went down the mountain with everyone, originally wanted to capture Meng Ting's heart with this trip, but she didn't know that in fact, this man with a lofty spirit already had someone in his heart, and that woman was the saint wearing a fiery red jade wrench, Sang Zhi.

The man's appearance is indeed good, perhaps influenced by the prestige of the Xuanjia Commander of Xifu, in Hou Cengyan's opinion, this person is still a little worse than Chen Yuzhi.

Chen Yuzhi narrowed his eyes, while Li Xiyang stood up, this matter is related to the reputation of Maoshan, as the head of the sect, he naturally wants to find out the ins and outs of the future.

Maoshan Xiaodao was also a little breathless, he walked to the adjacent table, looked at the black nail, the whole body was slender and pitch black, and there was a corpse lingering, it was indeed a soul nail, and the person who was the best at driving this thing on Maoshan had died and fled.

Sang Zhi saw that the Taoist priest was looking at the side for a long time, and then he knew the inevitable reason, so he asked, "This Taoist master, do you recognize this thing?"

Li Xiyang knew that this matter must be related to Uncle Zeng Li, but he couldn't imagine that Uncle Shi was still doing evil everywhere, Maoshan Xiaodao sighed in his heart, but he couldn't be ruthless. Thinking that day in the Purple Bamboo Forest, although Uncle Zeng Li hurt himself, he knew in his heart that the other party had just the right grasp of the strength, neither damaging the foundation nor hurting his muscles and bones, he just didn't want to let himself interfere in the battle.

Maoshan Xiaodao sighed: "It's not a secret, I am a person from Maoshan, this long nail is indeed a soul nail, I don't know what happened to you?"

Meng Ting's eyebrows furrowed, and he said coldly: "There are many people here, can you take a step to speak?"

Li Xiyang nodded, followed the three of them outside, and instructed the young man and Hou Cengyan to wait for him in the tavern, not to waste a table of snacks.

Thrift is a good thing, but Chen Yuzhi had already sensed the murderous aura of the other party, he was afraid of causing trouble, so after stuffing Fang Su into his mouth, he pulled Hou Cengyan and chased him out.

The woman asked, "What's wrong with you, why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm afraid that someone will bully the little miscellaneous hair, and I want to go and see ......"

Li Xiyang and the three of them walked outside the town, he had already sensed the murderous aura of the other party, the reason why Chen Yuzhi was waiting in the tavern was just because he didn't want to trouble him, as the next generation of Maoshan to teach, when it was time for him to come forward, he must not take half a step back in the future, this is a responsibility, and it is also a responsibility.

Meng Ting stopped, he didn't say much, and directly punched Li Xiyang, Maoshan Xiaodao was still wondering, why did Uncle Zeng Li make boxing, and when he saw the three of Jiulongshan today, he suddenly realized. He kept dodging his fists, and he didn't even use the peachwood sword, he just shouted while dodging: "This brother, is there any misunderstanding?"

Ye Wanwan was worried about the fact that the talented young man was making fun of her, since this person was with him, it must not be a good thing, and the little girl was not a big deal, so she shouted: "Senior brother, maybe he is the murderer, let's capture him first!"

Meng Ting didn't keep his hands, he was vigorous in his clothes, he loosened his shoulders and arms into a word, hit the acupoints with his left hand, and exchanged the light and dark palms of his right hand, looking like he was going to put people to death.

Sang Zhi felt that this was a bit inappropriate, but many disciples of Jiulong Mountain had already died in Jurong, and for a while, the woman didn't know whether to let Meng Ting stop. Looking at the Taoist priest, he was still dodging, looking like he valued everything to peace, there was no murderous spirit at all, and the woman was about to call Meng Ting to stop, but Qinggang came from a distance.

Chen Yu knew that Li Xiyang was being bullied, and he had already realized in his heart that the person who did the evil must be Uncle Zeng Li! And the young man had already expected the practice of repaying grievances with virtue, after all, the Taoist priest's hypocrisy was not ordinary...... Li Xiyang didn't fight back, but he wanted to maintain the reputation of Maoshan, and he was alone, even if the sky fell, he was fearless, if you punched him, I would return you with a sword!

Two Qinggang came out of the young man's sleeve, one separated the two people who were fighting, and the other hit Meng Ting's fists fiercely, and the latter was shocked to the fist bone by this sudden sword, and took dozens of steps backwards to stabilize his body.

Chen Yu said: "Do it indiscriminately, and want to fight to find me! What kind of ability is it to bully a person who doesn't fight back?"

Ye Wanwan didn't expect the young man to have such skills, that Qinggang was really amazing, but if anyone made fun of himself, he would have to pay the price! She said: "Senior brother, teach him a lesson!"

Meng Ting was a little unwilling after being shocked back by a sword, he was in love with Sang Zhi, how could he make a fool of himself in front of the other party? The man immediately moved his killing thoughts, wanting to make this young man in green shirts pay the price.

Chen Yuzhi saw that the other party's murderous aura skyrocketed, obviously he wanted to come to it for real, he was not soft-hearted, he had already lost count of how many killings he had in his hands, one more was not more, and one less was not less.

The young man in the green shirt pulled out the black sword, and the bladeless sword intent lingered on the moonlight, and he said angrily: "I wanted to solve the problem for you, I originally wanted to focus on the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch! Since you don't want to live anymore, then I'll give you a ride!"

Since the battle in Dingbei, Chen Yuzhi has never moved the intention of killing, and at this time, the other party is so carried away, which arouses his anger for no reason.

If this sword is cut out, Meng Ting's arms will definitely not be protected. At the last moment, Li Xiyang and Sang Zhi stopped between the two, and the holy woman said: "I have offended a lot before, I hope you will forgive me." ”

"Hmph, there is finally someone who knows how to do things!"

Chen Yuzhi put the black sword back into the sheath, Meng heard the young man snort coldly, not to be outdone, and said angrily: "I will spare your life today!"

The young man pursed his lips and sneered, if it weren't for Li Xiyang's begging to say less, he would definitely have a good "battle" with him with a three-inch tongue!

Li Xiyang said: "It's okay, it's all a misunderstanding, I don't know what happened to the three of them, how can there be a soul nail in their hands?"

Ye Wanwan sneered on the side: "You are embarrassed to ask, Maoshan openly committed murder in Jurong, and the crime is unforgivable!"

Sang Zhi glared at the little junior sister, who obediently closed his mouth, and the woman said softly: "Presumably, a few people also know that we are from Jiulong Mountain, and this time we passed through Jurong on the way down the mountain, but several junior disciples were killed one after another. At first, we couldn't find any clues, but the murdered juniors and disciples were all sucked dry and cultivated, and the tragic situation was like dry bones, so the senior brother checked the place where the incident occurred and found this Maoshan Soul Nail ...... made an impulsive move, and I hope you will forgive me."

Chen Yuzhi frowned, and he asked, "Xiao Zamao, do you still have the cultivation method of Maoshan Mountain?"

Li Xiyang said with a straight face: "Naturally, there is no, but the soul nail must be from Maoshan, and this matter seems to be a bit complicated......

Ye Wanwan said: "What's complicated, Maoshan is amazing, do you really think that we Jiulong Mountain are afraid of you?"

Li Xiyang ignored this unruly girl, but said to Sang Zhi: "I am Li Xiyang, the head disciple of the sect, everything I say and do can represent the meaning of Maoshan, and the matter of Jurong will definitely give you an explanation! I wonder if you can let me take a look at the corpse?"

"The head disciple of the sect is very powerful, and the one in front of you is the Holy Maiden of Jiulong Mountain!"

Sang Zhi glared at the little girl again, and regretted taking her out of the mountain gate with some regret in her heart, such rude words and deeds were really undecent, she said helplessly: "Don't be surprised, come with me!"

The group walked towards Jurong Yizhuang, they didn't expect to meet the Holy Maiden of Jiulong Mountain, this Holy Maiden would not have surprised a few people, but Uncle Zeng Li's mother was a saint of the previous generation, and there was some taste of fate between them, and the grievances and grievances of several generations were difficult to eliminate after all, the wind and rain in the rivers and lakes, the evil fate was a catastrophe, and it was called creation and creation, and it was impossible to escape from impermanence......

Jurong Yizhuang is as small as the tavern, and there are a lot of corpses at once recently, and the people who keep the village are still a little unaccustomed to it, is it because the world is about to change? Ten years ago, Jurong Yizhuang was renovated once, and many unclaimed corpses were pulled out and buried at the foot of Maoshan Mountain, and since then this Yizhuang has been "clean" Very, perhaps it is the blessing of Baohua Mountain, this decade often has a big monk with a small monk to Jurong to open the altar to preach, the wind and rain are about to become a place for children to play, so the people of the village are very puzzled, where do so many dry bones come from......

Guangling Palace, a group of subordinates looked at the second prince standing on the top of the eaves and was a little worried, if something happened to him, the group of people below would not be able to escape the blame.

Chen Jingxing stood on the eaves, he looked at the ten doors and hundreds of households in the Guangling Palace, and the ambition in his heart was difficult to suppress, now he has a fiefdom, and it is still in the rich place of Yangzhou, as long as he manages it carefully, he will be able to become a big help for himself to seize the country in the future, if he can connect with a few more century-old sects, it is even more wonderful, he said: "I don't know how things are going, Xiaoyaosheng, don't let this king down......"