Song Hua walked back to the Hundred Refining Soldiers Pavilion in a disgraced manner, he used the weapons used by the old man when he was young, and the guy from the dust gate was useless, he didn't even use martial arts, and he just lost himself.

As soon as he entered the pavilion, Luqiu Gongliang asked, "What's the matter?" "I can't beat him, that kid pretends to be ordinary, but in fact he is very strong" "I don't have the power to fight back?" Lu Qiu Gongliang was a little unconvinced.

"No, I can't beat like a brute, and.." Song Hua walked in and whispered, "How could he know my identity?"

Luqiu Gongliang also heard the footcloth call Song Hua the Great Young Master of the Hundred Refining Soldiers, glanced at the elder disciples beside him, and said in a low voice: "Someone should have leaked it, or they are guessing out of thin air, the purpose is to make us suspicious of each other."

Only three people in the Hundred Refining Soldiers Dao knew Song Hua's identity, and Luqiu Gongliang was one, and he also knew it not long ago. It is estimated that Song Hua was recognized when he used the fog canopy in Luoma River, and the rare treasure was in the hands of such a fledgling disciple, and it was inevitable that someone would guess the identity.

In the Chang Ke Zong Pavilion, Lu Huazhu turned his head sideways and asked Mo Chaozhen, "Is there any movement in Linlu Peak?" "No, it's the Fallen Leaf Sect that has some meaning."

"What do you mean" Lu Huazhu happened to meet Li Ziwen in the Qingshan Peak Pavilion opposite, and a smile immediately appeared on his face, nodded, and naturally turned his head to Mo Chaozhen and smiled: "What's wrong?"

Mo Chaozhen also happened to meet Mu Ziyun's gaze, shrugged his shoulders, and said to Lu Huazhuan: "The strongest breath inside is not the sitting elder, but the guy wearing a mask who is standing" "Oh? This is strange, he Fallen Leaf Sect shouldn't let an elder pretend to be a disciple."

"He is not very old, it is a bit far-fetched to be an elder of the Fallen Leaf Sect, but he is indeed much stronger than the elder next to him, could it be ......" Mo Chaozhen gave Lu Huazhu a look, and Lu Huazhu said after thinking about it again and again: "There is this possibility, the one who died in the war last time, there should be someone to inherit after so long, heh!" It seems that we have to consider the attitude towards the Fallen Leaf Sect."

"Is there anyone else to challenge?" Standing in the middle of the field, the footwrap asked, "If not, I'll take the land." After thirty breaths, no one played, and the woman outside the court announced that Beizhuang belonged to Chenmen.

"The next piece of Qiang land, Jinju Mountain" is finally here, there are four pieces of Qiang land in the previous Lianzhuang battle to fight for the hottest, Jinju Mountain, the middle section of the Mengjiang River, Wenlong Valley, Shimen Pass.

Jinju Mountain is located in the hinterland of Huzhou, with many peaks and mountains, and it is also the place of many sect wars in the past thousand years, which can be regarded as the most suitable area for disciples to experience in Huzhou.

Mengjiang River, from the origin of the Zhumu Plateau across half of Huzhou, the middle section of the Mengjiang River grows countless kinds of herbs, for thousands of years Huzhou people still have not been able to recognize all these herbs, it is difficult to say that there are no strange herbs, treasures.

Wenlong Valley is a battleground for all previous Lianzhuang battle mages, in addition to cicada stones everywhere, there are abundant high-level and even special-grade spells required by the pattern stones, and getting it can make the sect's spell strength more than double.

Shimenguan does not produce anything, just like the double-headed peak, it is the transportation hub of Huzhou, almost every avenue worthy of a name will pass through here, and controlling it is like choking someone else's throat.

"Master, do you want me to go?" Mu Ziyun asked Li Ziwen. "No, you can't win anymore! And Jinju Mountain must fight, Qingshan Peak once owned it for twenty years, this place can allow disciples to be reborn, and they can get the best."

"Du Hu, get ready to play," Zhang Kui said to Huzi. "Yes, master" Huzi touched his right arm.

Boom! A strong man smashed into the middle of the field, holding a six-foot-long black axe with blades on both sides, "Drink! Jinju Mountain, I'm going to Linlu Peak! "It turned out to be a disciple of Linlu Peak. The various sects muttered in their hearts, Linlu Peak is not easy to mess with, the main reason is that their ability to respect people is too bad, and they know everything. And after Linlu Peak had that venerable person, he had never lost the previous Zhuang battles.

So will this Linlu summit lose? Is it possible? It is estimated that their venerable person had already known the result of this Lianzhuang battle, and only let one disciple come, indicating that he knew that this disciple could win. All the sects weighed what to do, and they were also strange in their hearts, in the past, Linlu Peak was the last to appear, and the four treasures were only fighting for the same, how did they become so active this time?

After more than a dozen breaths of stability, someone finally broke the deadlock, the people who braked the mountain were the most unbelieving, and a tall and burly man stepped out of the pavilion step by step, and each step dented the ground.

Walking into the middle of the field, the burly man said: "The mountain is scorching and fighting"

"What a strong fellow" "So tall! "Hu Zhuo's appearance is indeed strong, Huzi is already an eight-foot man, but this Hu Zhuo is still half a body taller than him, his eyes are deeply sunken, his hair is very short, and his wrists are thicker than the mouth of the bowl.

"Hush" Stone rubbed his hands, as early as a year ago he knew what kind of opponent he would be today. There are many strong people, each with their own killer features, but the stone is not afraid, because the Venerable said that the Golden Horse Mountain is near the foot of the peak.

Hu Zhuo pinched a bag from his waist, "Huh? This big man is a mage? Feng Jing wondered. I saw that Hu Zhuo's fingers were twisted and the brocade bag was crushed, poof! White gas erupted from Hu Zhuo's body, and after the smoke dissipated, he saw a black cylinder of more than a foot in diameter between his left arm, and a swollen burden on his back.

Except for the Shashan Mountain and Linlu Peak, the rest of the sects didn't know what this Hu Zhuo was going to do. Hu Zhuo's right hand reached into the baggage, took out a black iron ball, and sent it into the black cylinder, and then slammed it on the cylinder, bang! Rumble! Where the stone stood, it suddenly exploded, sending a cloud of black smoke.

The sects were dumbfounded, this guy turned out to be holding a cannon barrel, and he directly used his body as a support! There was some dazzling light in the sky, and the stones under the sun threw a huge axe at Hu Zhuo, bang! Rumble! Hu Zhuo reloaded the cannon and opened fire, which happened to hit the axe surface of the stone, shaking the stone a few feet away, "cough cough" The stone was choked by the smoke, and he coughed dry on the ground with a giant axe.

Hu Zhuo didn't care if he coughed or not, he took out the bomb and loaded it and opened the cannon, this time he didn't pause, put one and then put the other, boom boom! The big test site is smoky, boom! Rumble! A bomb exploded in front of the Pavilion of Miao Peak, and Xiao Bu, the head of the Dance Sect of Miao Peak, jumped up and said angrily: "Thief, you can try to shoot at Miao Peak again!" Watch your skin! ”

Ahem, ahem, Li Ziwen was choked with tears, and said inarticulately: "This kid! Ahem....engage... What a name! Ahem. Du Hu! Du Hu! "Master Li, cough, I'm here ..... cough.." The tiger was also smoked badly. "Grandma's, if he fires a cannon here, you twist his head off for Lao Tzu, cough!" "Okay" Huzi covered his mouth and nose.

"Hahaha....." In the Chashan Pavilion, Tie Luohan slapped the table and laughed, "Just fry it for Lao Tzu, hahaha, look at the bears of those girls in Miaofeng, eh!" Give Lao Tzu a shot to Tianhemen! There are also two cannons from Bu Pumen! ”

The woman in red next to her was also amused by this scene, laughing happily, sometimes covering her mouth with her hand, and laughing on the table when she couldn't help it. In short, except for Chashan, the faces of the other sects were the same black.