The onlookers let out a boo~

Wang Shichong didn't plan to stop, he didn't stop at his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Lu Changguan's side and slashed down with a sword.

"Brother Chong, stop it. ”

Before the words could be completely spoken, Hua Xiangrong came to Wang Shichong's side and grabbed his wrist with one hand.

Everyone was also shocked when they saw Wang Shichong cut off Lu Changguan's head, and now they saw that the senior sister stopped him with one hand, and they were even more surprised and delighted, and secretly praised that she was worthy of being the senior sister, handsome enough.

Wang Shichong, who used the mastery of guiding thunder and sword at the beginning, can be regarded as out of the limelight, but now the arm that was grabbed by Hua Xiangrong couldn't move at all, he felt it the most, knowing that he couldn't "miss" kill Lu Changguan today, and his face was full of wry smiles.

"Wang Shichong, you are looking for death. ”

Lu Changguan, who reacted, got up and rushed towards Wang Shichong.

Hua Xiangrong frowned and let go of Wang Shichong.

Wang Shichong, who was freed, raised his eyebrows with joy, and looked at Lu Changguan's eyes reddened, colliding like a street ruffian, and he shouted, "It's a good time." ”

pounced and grabbed Lu Changguan's shoulder with one hand, picked up Lu Changguan's whole person, and lifted the iron sword upside down with the other hand, and slapped Lu Changguan's white little face.

At the beginning, Wang Shichong hit Lu Changguan on the face, and still made a bell-like sound, after beating for a long time, Xu Lu Changguan's innate true qi was exhausted, and all he made was a puff sound, seeing that Lu Changguan was beaten and bleeding, only the breath was out and there was no intake, but no one was stunned to pull Wang Shichong away.

This was beaten half to death, but it was Lu Junwen's son. Then Lu Junwen is not only the master of Luohan Peak, but also the treasure messenger, who is in charge of a magic weapon in the door, and he is used to it.

Hua Xiangrong dared to make trouble with the treasure, deceived himself and snatched Lu Changguan, and said hurriedly: "If you fight again, you will be killed." ”

With this flower Xiangrong present, Wang Shichong couldn't really beat Lu Changguan to death, and now that he had steps, he responded to the situation: "Senior Sister Hua pleaded, and I will let him go this time for my brother." Thinking in his heart, "Humiliating Lu Changguan like this can be regarded as making Lu Junwen lose face, and it can be regarded as recovering some interest." ”

"Wang Shichong, you don't know yet, the day after tomorrow's sect competition, regardless of life or death. Right on top of this rooftop, I want your life!" Lu Changguan, who was embarrassed, pointed to the Tiantai Peak in the north, and said hatefully.

The lord of the Taoist Ancestral Court and one of the Nine Ancestors of Tianyan who commanded the Xuanjie Daomen, who would dare to kill lightly? Not to mention on this Lingyang Mountain!

Wang Shichong's face was gloomy, and he remembered Lu Junwen's face as a prestige on Duxiu Peak, and he was already murderous in his heart, touched his nose, and said coldly: "It is you who died." ”

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If you see the landscape of nine mountain peaks sitting like lotus flowers in the south of the Xuan Realm, it is to the Taoist ancestral garden, Lingyang Mountain.

The first one from the east, called Lotus Peak, is the main peak of Lingyang Mountain, there is Ziwei Pavilion on the peak, and it is the residence of Tianyan Sect.

The official disciples of the Tianyan Sect are all called the disciples who enter the pavilion, and this entry into the pavilion is to reach the level of immortals, climb this lotus peak, and leave a life lamp in the Ziwei Pavilion.

Whenever the rain is clear, the purple clouds and smoke on the lotus peak, suddenly rise, the majestic is permeated like the turbulence of the waves, can not be dispersed for a long time, this scene is called the sea of clouds of the lotus peak, even if the clouds are deep and the fog is invisible, the disciples of Tianyan Sect have to walk on this peak to show respect.

Speaking of this Shepherd Sect, he is really a strange person, neither wearing a sword nor carrying a box, no one has ever seen him practice, he stays on this lotus peak during the day and carves a piece of wood, and at night he likes to stand outside the Ziwei Pavilion, looking at the air in a daze.

is such a strange personality, a lonely and cold person, who is in charge of the Taoist Sect and is in charge of Ren Tianyan.

Nine peaks of Lingyang Mountain, Tiantai Peak is a place of sacrifice, except for the senior brother of the Shepherd Sect when the Ninety-Nine Double Yang Festival will return here to live overnight, usually no one goes, except for this Tiantai Peak, the rest of the eight peaks are allowed to have the peak master open the pavilion to accept apprentices, and rarely change it.

And tomorrow's sect competition, we will replace the Duxiu Peak Master!

Coming to the Lotus Peak, the Beiluo Yanyan did not return to the two, just walked on the gentle slope like a lotus stem, they walked fast, and after a while, they passed the middle four holes, crossed a pine forest, and reached the peak.

Before the two of them entered the attic, they heard the sound of carving wood, Yan Weigui frowned, stopped and shouted, "Is the master here?"

Beiluoyan patted Yan Weigui on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "You don't know the character of the master, where do you pay so much attention." After saying that, he strode into the pavilion, and Yan Weigui, who was behind him, shook his head, and his stiff face looked even more stinky.

Mu Fanchen sat on the top seat, with his feet on the table, holding a weed pulled from nowhere in his mouth, and was concentrating on carving a piece of wood, but he saw all the movements of the two people who walked in.

The north rocks sat down in a big way, but Yan Weigui stood in the center of the hall.

I don't know what Yan Weigui said, Mu Fanchen stopped the movements of his hands, raised his head and looked at the edges of his eyes, and scolded: "It's just a fairy sword, junior brother don't want to disturb yourself, this time I called the two of you over, but I decided to do tomorrow's sect competition." ”

Yan Weigui sighed secretly in his heart, hugged his fists and said: "I said not only this, since you were ...... in Batai Mountain a hundred years ago" Before he finished speaking, he felt the sharp gaze of the master like a substance, and raised his head and saw that face that seemed to be smiling and not smiling looking at himself.

Beiluoyan saw that Mu Fanchen was really going to be angry, and he was even more anxious, so he stood up and ran to Yan Weigui's side to pull him up, and persuaded Mu Fanchen: "Today is to talk about business, be kind, be kind." ”

Yan Weigui, who was dragged to sit down, looked dissatisfied, and said: "I want to be the same as a drunken Taoist, travel down the mountain to temper my Taoist heart, and hope that the master will agree." ”

Mu Fanchen snorted in a deep voice, seeing that Yan Weigui lowered his head and was unmoved, he sighed and said in a low voice: "It's okay to go down the mountain, let's go after presiding over tomorrow's big competition, and I hope that the master of the Yan Pavilion will go to Xiangyang, there are disciples in the sect who have sunrise in the south of the Yangtze River recently, and I hope that the master of the Yan Pavilion will take care of one or two." ”

"Brother Pastor, the master of Duxiu Peak only has Huang Mingjing's cultivation, I'm afraid it will ......" Beiluoyan immediately became anxious when he heard Mu Fanchen call this "cold-faced swordsman" Yan Weigui to preside over the competition.

Mu Fanchen raised his hand, as if he knew what he was going to do, and said in a deep voice: "Needless to say, for those who participated in the martial arts this time, the Yan Pavilion Lord will entertain his own students, and after the martial arts, let those two most outstanding disciples come to my Ziwei Pavilion and have their own spare things to explain." ”

Bei Luoyan also knew that Yan Weigui was the host of this competition, and there was no chance of intercession, so he immediately turned back to Tianzhu Peak and went to discuss with his closed disciple.

Yan Weigui looked at Beiluoyan's hurried figure, and secretly laughed in his heart, "The master will really replace this Duxiu Peak Master, the so-called martial arts is just a reason to call the disciples down the mountain to find the sword." ”