On the third day of the first month of March, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and the sky is clear. ~Sui~Dream~Small~Say~щww~suimеng~lā

For the vast majority of ordinary people, today is a sunny day, but for the entire Jianghu, today is a day of great significance.

The content of the worship post presented by Biluo God to the Shaolin Temple has already spread all over the north and south of the river, coupled with the reason that the Shaolin Temple has widely distributed heroic posts, Heshuo, Jiangnan, Sichuan, Shaanxi, Huguang and other heroes from all over the world gathered in Shaomu Mountain, wanting to see this once-in-a-century martial arts event, and see who finally overwhelmed the crowd and won the first place in the world.

"His grandmother's, this person is really fucking many, now I don't have to worry about fighting!"

On the post road, a group of six people walked on foot, and these six people were headed by a handsome son who was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a light yellow shirt and a long sword hanging from his waist.

And beside the handsome son, there is also a beautiful girl, beautiful and dusty, like a fairy.

"Fighting is definitely indispensable, but Fourth Brother Feng, the purpose of our trip is not to fight, but to stop the army from coming, if we can defeat the Biluo Tiandu, save the building from falling, and eliminate this unprecedented catastrophe, then the reputation of my Gusu Murong clan will be in full swing, and it may not be impossible to achieve great things when we ascend to the heights." ”

The handsome son Rusi at the head said that he was none other than Gusu Murong Fu, who was as famous as Beiqiao Feng, and the woman beside him was Wang Yuyan, and the next four were the four generals of the Murong family, Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, the storm was evil, and the bag was different.

At this moment, he scratched his scalp and said stupidly: "What the son said is that the overall situation is important, but I can't spoil the big thing because of my brave and ruthless nature." ”

Wang Yuyan frowned, not worrying and said: "On the third day of the first month of March, climb the mountain to worship the temple, discuss the Tao with martial arts, determine the leader, and chase the first, since this Biluo God dares to say so, it must be very profound to come to cultivate, not to mention that the name of the Nine Heavens God Monarch shocks the rivers and lakes, and the martial artists in the world are all frightened.

Deng Baichuan echoed and said, "Miss Wang is reasonable. ”

Murong Fu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, although he was conceited and cultivated, he didn't dare to despise the Biluo Heavenly Capital, which stirred up the wind and clouds as soon as he was born, making the entire rivers and lakes tremble and tremble, let alone underestimate the Biluo Heavenly Lord who had not yet appeared and whose reputation had surpassed him.

At present, although the martial arts is in the midst of a catastrophe unseen in a century, it is a good opportunity for his Gusu Murong clan to be unseen in a century, so he knows that there are tigers in the mountains, and he has to go to the tiger mountain.

The ugly-looking Bao Wei didn't seem to have such hidden worries, shook his head and said: "No, no, no, most of the rivers and lakes are over-famous, and it is natural to be defeated by the bullshit Nine Heavens Divine Monarch, but our son's martial arts are world-famous, just capture the thief and capture the king first, and capture the Biluo God, no matter how powerful they are, they can't make much waves." ”

When Murong Fu heard this, his expression was slightly relaxed, and at this moment, a commotion sounded from behind, with faint flattery, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras came from afar.

"The old immortal of the stars, the magic power is boundless, the magic power is vast, and the law drives the Central Plains!"

"The old immortal is driving the current law, why don't you get out of the way quickly, aren't you afraid of angering the old immortal and sending down a catastrophe?"

“......”

Dozens of Xingshu disciples beat gongs and drums, holding red, red, green and green banners and banners, arching a sedan chair head-on and walking out, on the sedan chair lying a ruddy complexion, white hair and silver beard, fairy wind bones, floating like a fairy old man, the old man with one hand whisker, one hand fan, the demeanor is kind and gentle, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

It's really hard to imagine that this old man with a graceful bearing, a demeanor, and a straight face like an immortal in a painting is actually Ding Chunqiu, an old monster of the stars who is talked about by people in the rivers and lakes.

On the post road, everyone was afraid of its notoriety and fierceness, and they retreated to both sides for fear of avoiding it, only Murong Fu and his party stood in the middle of the road, which was extremely conspicuous.

Before Jiaojiao, a disciple of the Star Sect who was eager to behave in front of Ding Chunqiu stepped out, raised his halberd and pointed at Murong Fu and the others, and said coldly, "Who are you? ”

Deng Baichuan came to Murong Fu's side and reminded carefully: "This person is the old monster Ding of the Xingzhu faction, but this old monster is not in the Xingzhu Sea, how did he come to the Central Plains, this person's Dafa is particularly vicious, Gongzi should be careful." ”

Murong Fu nodded, then smiled, and bowed to Ding Chunqiu: "In Xiagu Su Murong Fu, I have seen Mr. Ding. ”

Ding Chunqiu opened his slightly closed eyes, looked at Murong Fu intently for a while, and then chuckled: "It turns out that you are the famous Nan Murong, hey, it doesn't look very good, quickly retreat, and the old immortal will not care about this crime of blocking the car with you." ”

Ding Chunqiu's favorite flattery in his life is that others flatter him, the more he slaps the horse, the more he likes it, and he is a disciple of the Xingzhu faction.

Therefore, for the "North Qiao Feng", "South Murong", and the recent rise of the "Nine Heavens Divine Monarch", "Biluo God" and others, the disciples of the Xingzhu faction can be said to spare no effort to belittle as much as possible, and Ding Chunqiu was born in the free school, his eyes are above the top, and he has lived in the Western Regions for a long time, all the way to the east, those famous heroes, trying to step on his Ding Chunqiu's head to get closer, none of them are the enemies of his triad, so they gradually have a heart of contempt for the Central Plains martial arts, and sometimes there are no heroes, so that the vertical son becomes famous.

Now that he met the most famous "Nan Murong" in the Central Plains martial arts, Ding Chunqiu smiled, and he had the prestige of using his name to erect a star old immortal.

Murong Fu held his own identity, although he was afraid of the notorious old monster of the stars, but if he said it so lightly, if he made way for the evil people of the stars, wouldn't it make the heroes of the world laugh in vain?

"Mr. Ding is powerful in the Western Regions, and Murong Fu has also heard of it, but my Central Plains is not such a wild and remote place as the Western Regions, Mr. Ding wants me to let Murong Fu give way, but I am afraid that I am not qualified, Mr. Ding, you are also a master, haven't you heard of a common saying, a strong dragon does not suppress the head snake?"

Everyone on the side of the road secretly applauded in their hearts, they were afraid of Ding Chunqiu, and had to retreat, but now they saw that the yellow-shirted boy was actually "Nan Murong", and heard him say such words, and they were all happy in their hearts.

Ding Chunqiu's gaze suddenly became gloomy, and the cold and murderous aura overflowed and spread, and when the disciples of the Xingzhu Sect saw this, they suddenly felt that the opportunity to express their performance had come, and they all scolded and expressed their loyalty.

"Master, his old man's cultivation is thorough, shaking the past and the present, Murong Xiao'er and the master are against him, just like the light of the fireflies trying to compete with the sun and the moon, ridiculous, ridiculous!"

"The old fairy has great powers, between talking and laughing, the strong enemy is wiped out, you Central Plains pigs and dogs dare to anger the old fairy fairy Yan, you really have no eyes, and you are looking for a dead end!"

"The old immortal can put the demon clown to death with a wave of his sleeves, and he doesn't quickly kneel down and beg for mercy, begging for the mercy and forgiveness of the old immortal?"

“”

Xingzhumen people, you say a word, I say a word, between the words, belittled and scolded Murong Fu, touted and praised Ding Chunqiu, all kinds of flattery emerged in endlessly, and everyone on the side of the road listened to the flesh numbly, but Ding Chunqiu smiled, his spirit was comfortable, and he wanted to fly, such as climbing to the blissful fairyland.

With his big sleeves raised, Ding Chunqiu pointed at Murong Fu with a feather fan, and said with a light smile: "The old immortal has not been in the Central Plains for many years, but I didn't expect the younger generations to be so rampant, I don't know the etiquette, Murong Xiao'er, you only said that the strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, haven't you heard that Jiang is still old and spicy? If you kowtow to the old immortal now and admit your mistake, the old immortal and I can still not blame the past and spare your life!"

As the so-called lord humiliates his ministers to death, when Bao Wei and the evil two of them heard such contemptuous words, how could they still endure it?

Gongye Qian, who ranked second among the four generals, shrugged his nose, sniffed lightly, smelled a little imperceptible sweet smell, his face couldn't help but change greatly, and he lost his voice: "Be careful, this old monster is poisoning." ”

The breeze came in his face, but when he saw a few martial arts people beside the road, he suddenly fell to the ground with convulsions, his face was swollen and dark purple, his mouth was full of fishy and black blood, his eyes rolled, and he was killed instantly, and the rest of the people changed color in shock and quickly retreated.

When Ding Chunqiu raised his sleeves, he had already scattered the poisonous powder into the breeze, wanting to take Murong Fu's life in silence.

The Star Sect is known for its use of poison, and after seeing the tragic deaths of several people, Murong Fu knew it very well, his palms were empty rings up and down, and the continuous energy was spread out like an impermeable net, wrapping the poisonous powder mixed in the wind, and then gently flicking, the poisonous powder was wrapped in the fierce wind, and it shot back in an instant.

Caught off guard, several disciples of the Star Sect in the front position inhaled a small amount of poisonous powder, and in an instant, they died of poison.

Ding Chunqiu grinned and snorted coldly, his body flew out from the chariot, and he didn't touch the ground, as if he was relying on the void to resist the wind, and with a dashing flick of his robe sleeves, five green phosphorus fires shot out from it, its speed was as fast as a meteor, dragging a long flame tail, and went straight towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu drew his sword out of its sheath, and the sword light like frost swept out like flowing water, picking up the five emerald green phosphorus fires one by one, although he took them down, the huge power contained in the phosphorus fire also shocked his arm numb, and his heart couldn't help but be terrified.

"Third Brother Bao, Fourth Brother Feng, you protect your cousin, Brother Deng, Second Brother Gongye, you come with me to face the Stars and Demons. ”

"What Nan Murong is, it's just a vain name. Ding Chunqiu let out a long laugh, and did not call his disciples to help, and faced Murong Fu and the others alone.

The four figures and swords came and went, and at first glance, they kept moving and flashing, and they fought together, and the three of Murong Fu were afraid of Ding Chunqiu's Dafa and all kinds of strange and poisonous skills, so that they were tied up, even if they were three against one, it was still difficult to gain the upper hand.

Seeing this, a group of Xingshu disciples couldn't help but rejoice, and were about to blow the conch, flattering and flattering, when they suddenly heard a muffled scream coming from the rear, followed by a hundred blue-robed men holding long swords and calming breaths lined up on both sides of the road.

"Welcome to God!"

"Welcome to the diva!"