"Rich and rich are only eight buckets, but they are in the rivers and lakes to make wine. Do not seek fame, dust and soil, but seek to serve the prince and marquis. "On the outskirts of Haicheng, in a place where mountains and rocks stand together, with the transmission of a poem, a white figure suddenly appeared here. With white eyebrows, white hair, a white coat, and a white fan in his hand, he is not a scholar who is a wonderful fan under the seat of the West Waiter.

When the white figure kept flashing, after a while, he stood on a stone tip about ten zhang high, slightly looking down at Jiang Yiyan, who was standing on the ground and looking up at himself.

"Is it you?" Jiang Yiyan frowned, for his old opponent, no one knew his horror better than him, if he had already raised the foundation of martial arts to the supreme realm of reaching the pinnacle, then the person he looked up at had easily cultivated the realm to the great mystical realm of the three flowers, if it weren't for the fact that he was born with incomplete qi and couldn't cultivate the foundation, then Jiang Yiyan would definitely bet that this guy would have already become the top peerless innate figure in the rivers and lakes.

As for why they met here, it had to start with the day before the 100-year-old birthday of the Blue-Eyed Demon Venerable, originally he and his sixth junior brother Wen Liang and the fat and thin two Dharma protectors were going to attend the birthday banquet with the Demon Lord Ghost Fang Chiming, but it was so unfortunate that the night before the big birthday, the Demon Lord got the news that the Iron Courage God Hou Zhu ignored and brought a large group of people to block the knife.

As for why he didn't blatantly break in, and only wandered around the edge of Haicheng, it was because the actual owner of the city, the Blue-Eyed Demon Venerable, had made him, Lord Xihou, who had his own armor and martial body, suffer many losses, although he didn't suffer any actual damage, but he was played around every time, and he lost a lot of face.

You must know that at their level, especially an existence like him who can't be killed no matter how he fights, the others are actually not very important, and in the end it is still a face, this time there are so many people in the rivers and lakes who came to congratulate the old man with green eyes, if he loses face in front of so many people, and finally becomes like a clown, then it is better to kill him, although even he himself can't kill himself.

At this time, the entire Haicheng has been monitored by Xihou Zhu in disregard, and he has laid hidden stakes in every place where he must pass, as long as the knife comes out, no matter which direction you go, he can know it at the first time.

Jiang Yiyan and his sixth junior brother Wen Liang and the fat and thin two Dharma protectors have the same task, that is, to find out all the movements of the hidden stakes laid by Xihou Zhu in disregard of him, so that the knife can avoid them and escape smoothly, as for why he didn't think about fighting them head-on, it is because Zhu ignores that this guy is a mad dog who can't be killed no matter how he fights, if he fights him, he will suffer in the end, so there is no need to do more. But what he didn't expect was that he was careful enough, and in the end he exposed his whereabouts, and even attracted the first military division under the seat of Xihou, known as the "real book in the brain with ten thousand volumes".

Because his master often ignores the reason for fighting with Xihou Zhu, it is not the first time that the two have faced each other, but he has been defeated by the hands of Dao Ordinary every time, if he does not hold his breath in his heart, then even he does not believe in it, and it is not for nothing that he gave himself the title of 'Killer Scholar', just to compete with the other party's title 'Wonderful Fan Scholar'.

When the scholar met the scholar again, that person still looked down on him proudly, and he still had to look up at him, that person was like a mountain that would always press on him, making him gradually out of breath, this was his inner demon, and it was also the biggest obstacle to his congenital achievement.

"Let's meet again!" As he spoke, he opened the white folding fan in his hand, and immediately waved his snow-white shawl long hair, under the reflection of the sun, the roots exuded a dazzling look, so chic, not dazzling!

"I don't want to meet you!" Jiang Yiyan held the folding fan tightly in his right hand, and his face gradually became hideous.

"But we still met!" still looked down at him standing at the bottom faintly, and pinned the fan in his hand to the back of his waist, his tone was still unhurried.

"Then today we will definitely divide you to the death!" Jiang Yiyan said word by word, people who don't know still think that there is a lot of enmity between him and Dao Ping, but in fact, there is really nothing between them, just their own masters, and even several times Dao Ping deliberately let him go.

In his eyes, Dao Ordinary is an insurmountable mountain, and in the eyes of Dao Ordinary, he is just a little minion who can't affect the overall situation, there is no need to anger Ghost Fang Chiming for the life of a small chess piece, you must know that although Ghost Fang Chiming is an out-and-out demon lord, but in fact, his personality is similar to Xi Hou, they are all affectionate people, and they usually seem to be extremely harsh and strict with their own disciples, but they are just hoping for Jackie Chan, in fact, they still care about them very much in their hearts.

"I won't die today, maybe you will live too!" The folding fan pinned on the back of his waist shook again, snapped back, and said that he was still unhurried, but at the moment when the folding fan was closed, he lowered his head and glanced at Jiang Yiyan in surprise, as if he didn't know much about his inexplicable hatred.

"Damn~!" Clenched the folding fan in his hand, and roared in a low voice, Jiang Yiyan's eyes raised, and his peak true qi was ignited in an instant, and the scarlet flames that jumped up distorted the surrounding air into a shape, with the hideousness of his face, it was like a flame demon from hell, about to devour people.

"I just can't get used to seeing you always look high, it's too bad!" As soon as the words fell, Jiang Yiyan's body immediately burst into a cloud of burning sparks, swishing and swept up, turning into a human-shaped charcoal furnace.

"That's just because you don't have the qualifications to let me look at me on an equal footing!" Seeing that Jiang Yiyan was on fire and ready to go, he was still unhurried between the words, but he just threw the folding fan that was pinned to his waist to his chest, gently patted his left palm, and his eyes began to concentrate on guard.

"You're qualified to!" An angry roar signaled that the battle was about to begin, Jiang Yiyan's figure jumped violently, accompanied by a body of fire, and his fiery left fist had collapsed in front of the unknown in the blink of an eye.

Bang, at this time, the road is not clear but still unhurried, as if the fist that is enough to eliminate gold and molten iron is just a bluff toy, it can't arouse his interest at all, the folding fan in his hand snapped open, just stopped on the way of the red fist, just when the fist fan intersected, the red fist that seemed to be mighty and burned the prairie immediately stopped, and could no longer move half an inch, and the folding fan that seemed to be weak did not move at all, and the terrifying high temperature on it could not shake it a single bit。

Hmph, he glanced at Jiang Yiyan lightly, and the folding fan in his hand slammed down with the fist that was still full of firepower, and in the blink of an eye, Jiang Yiyan's fist shot back with his entire body, and immediately opened a big pit more than ten zhang wide where he was standing.

At this time, Dao Ming was still as chic as usual, slowly fanning the folding fan in his hand, and the long snow-white hair with a shawl danced in the void, and the slight fluttering halo set off him even more divine and extraordinary. At this time, Jiang Yiyan was lying in the center of the big pit in embarrassment, with a pair of gloomy eyes staring closely at the unknown way that was looking down at him, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Go back and tell Su Kuilu that that kid's fate is going to be decided!" The tone was still unhurried, and his expression was still indifferent, and only when he talked about that kid did a sharp flash flashed in his eyes.

"Ahem, cough~!" Jiang Yiyan slowly propped up his injured body, raised his head and glanced at the still calm and calm Dao Ming, and then said disdainfully: "Maybe he was still left by you a month ago, but now he is him, why are you?"

Well, hearing Jiang Yiyan's disdain, the folding fan in Dao Ming's hand was immediately closed, and he held it in his hand, bowed his head and glanced at him lightly, and then said disdainfully: "Then it's not something that a little person like you has to care about, because now all you can do is pass on the word to me!"