Song Shengli, the head of the Tongshan faction, didn't come?

Xiliu City stood with his hands in his hands, looking at everyone present, the city lord Zhao Zhiyuan also left because of something, and the responsibility of jurisdiction here fell on his head.

Zhang Yizhen's gaze fell on someone not far away.

"Elder Xuanshuimen is so young?"

The man was dressed in a long robe, and he leaned on his side against the ancient tree with his arms folded.

Elder of Xuanshuimen, Cheng Han.

Cheng Han looked at the glorious Longhua Sword in the middle of the Hanging Sword Forest, and then looked at the Jianghu guests who were acting in the field, he seemed to be smiling.

In the Hanging Sword Forest, a certain Jianghu monk with extremely fast body took the lead, he shook off the many Jianghu guests behind him, and forced into the Longhua Sword step by step.

The scattered cultivators of Xiliu City, Zhang Yuechuan.

Zhang Yuechuan originally didn't plan to participate in the sword grabbing, because his realm had barely reached the upper level of the realm.

In the Hanging Sword Forest, the Jianghu guests at the top of the realm are just entry-level foils.

Without the strength of the Heavenly Realm, if you want to seize the sword, it is simply wishful thinking.

He thought about it for a long time, but finally decided to participate in the sword capture because he had a technique to do it.

Although that exercise is only half a fragment, it is one of the orthodox exercises of the Dao Palace, and he only obtained it by chance.

The speed of the body is his greatest advantage, and it is also the characteristic of that exercise.

Its exercises have a great effect, and it is with this half of this exercise that Zhang Yuechuan can act among the masters of the lower level of the Heavenly Realm and be at ease.

Just as Zhang Yuechuan stretched out his hand to grab the Longhua sword, a gray figure raised his palm and slammed into his back.

Sensing the danger behind him, the Jianghu monk gritted his teeth and could only give up the Longhua Sword in front of him.

With a twist of his body, Zhang Yuechuan swept to the side, narrowly dodging the killing move attacking behind him.

"Damn, almost!"

Zhang Yuechuan stared at the gray-clothed man with anger in his eyes.

The man in gray is the realm of the pinnacle of the realm, and his strength is much stronger than him, and he was still thinking about it just now, if he didn't take the risk of supporting this move, he would directly pull out the Longhua sword.

Thankfully, he didn't try, otherwise he would have had to commit his life here.

After the gray-clothed man repelled Zhang Yuechuan, he stood in front of the Longhua Sword, and he was the first person among the people to get so close to the Longhua Sword.

In front of everyone's eyes, the gray-clothed man pressed his hand on the hilt of Longhua's sword, with the arrogant posture of a victor.

He turned back to Zhang Yuechuan to provoke, and said with a regretful face: "It's a pity, this sword is mine." ”

Zhang Yuechuan was furious, all this should have been his!

In the Hanging Sword Forest, many Jianghu guests continued to surround the Longhua Sword in the center of the field, layer upon layer, like a surging tide.

The man in gray looked at the critical situation around him, and he still rubbed the gorgeous hilt of his sword unhurriedly.

"Well, it's time to draw your sword, it's time to show my might."

The gray-clothed man's five fingers slowly rested on the hilt of the sword.

Immediately, he pulled it out suddenly.

Pull out a loneliness!

This hand slippery?

This sword is oiled?

The gray-clad hand looked at the empty hand.

What's going on? The sword was as strong as if it were rooted in a sword stone.

The man in gray spat on his hand and rubbed his hands vigorously.

This time, he directly held the hilt of Longhua's sword with his two big hands, and the majestic aura around his body flowed wildly.

"Get up for the master!"

The spiritual power of the gray-clothed man's two hands continued to increase, and his eyes were covered with red bloodshots, and it was obvious that he had exhausted all his strength.

However, the Longhua Sword still did not move.

"How is that possible? Shouldn't I be a child of destiny! ”

The people in gray were unwilling and wanted to try again.

But the opportunity was no longer his.

An old hand full of dirt clenched into a fist, the fist was plain, without a trace of spiritual power flowing, and it smashed on his back without warning.

Everything broke the defense, and the punch was unexpected.

The man in gray flew out like a paper kite with a broken thread, and slammed into the trunk of a tree.

The head is buzzing.

He stood up on his feet, but after a few struggles, his staggered figure could barely lean against the trunk of the tree to maintain stability.

The man in gray looked at the old beggar in the field, and he vomited a mouthful of blood in a fit of anger, and he fell unconscious.

The old beggar who attacked the man in gray had a gray and unkempt hair, and he stretched out his hand to wipe his shabby clothes.

It seems that attacking the man in gray is also dirty his hands.

A master has the demeanor of a master, even if he is a beggar.

The old beggar stretched out his dirty hand and grasped the Longhua sword.

This opportunity to take the sword finally came to him.

The old beggar drew his sword with one hand, and with the other he straightened his bloated hair.

Then he said in a very strong voice: "I'll let you wait and see, what is 'the heavens will depend on the people.'" ’”

I saw the old beggar slowly pulling out the Longhua sword with one hand.

Sword light in full bloom!

The Longhua sword shook violently, and the buzzing sword roared as if it was the unyielding will of the sword.

Regardless of whether Longhua Jian is willing to recognize the old beggar as the main one, anyway, the sword body is little by little withdrawn from the sword stone.

The old beggar continued to draw his sword, and with the other hand scratched the worn-out crotch of his trousers.

He stared at the Longhua sword in his left hand and said with a smile: "Oh, this sword is really the character of a little girl." ”

"But from now on, you will obey me."

The old beggar viciously lifted his strength again, and the dark red spiritual power around his body flowed wildly.

However, that spiritual power is very thin.

Longhua Sword has two more points, and the famous sword is about to recognize the master!

Someone on the field muttered, "What? This old beggar is the strength of the pinnacle of the realm, I thought it was at least the level of the first level of the realm of the realm, and he dared to be more than me! ”

"Yes, yes, if Lao Tzu hadn't run a little slower, that Longhua sword might not have looked at the old beggar."

"You're worthy of it?"

"I'm not worthy? And the beggar is worthy? ”

There was a lot of discussion among the people present, and only a few unwilling people continued to attack the old beggar.

Hua gradually flew behind the ancient trees, and with his innate excellent vision, he could clearly see the situation in the middle of the Hanging Sword Forest in the distance.

Hua Weifei was puzzled: "That old beggar is a little weird, it feels like he is acting." He could have drawn his sword with ease! ”

Zhao Jin took a sip of wine, adjusted his mood, and said, "How do you know?" ”

Hua Feifei sat on the root of the tree and said, "Because I have tried it too." ”

Zhao Jin almost squirted out the wine and said, "If you don't brag less, you'll die?" ”

In the Hanging Sword Forest, Cheng Han, the elder of Xuanshuimen, who had been watching for a long time, finally made a move.

As one of the elders of the Xuanshui Gate, Cheng Han's strength was already at the lower level of the Heavenly Realm, if it weren't for the fact that his heart had never been on the path of cultivation, I am afraid that he would have already entered the middle level of the Heavenly Realm, or even higher.

Cheng Han stepped forward, and the long corners of his clothes shook sharply in the air, mixed with the sound of breaking the air.

Cheng Han's figure was as straight as a meteor, and he rushed fiercely towards the old beggar who was about to obtain the Longhua Sword.

The old beggar who drew his sword looked at the Xuanshuimen elder who was attacking by force, and then looked down at the Longhua sword in his hand.

After repeating this hesitant action a few times, the old beggar finally scolded: "Niang Xi Pidi, Lao Tzu doesn't want this sword!" ”

The old beggar shook his hand and withdrew.

Don't gamble with luck with your own life, because you never know which is more important than fate and luck, this is his experience as a beggar for many years.

However, Cheng Han's offensive did not stop there.

The meteor strode forward, and the legs and feet were wrapped in strong blue spiritual power, and kicked the old beggar in the back with a blow.

The old beggar's embarrassed figure broke several ancient trees one after another, and then stopped.

All the way away, the billowing smoke and dust stirred up, and the leaves were one after another.

What a familiar scene is, the old beggar beat with his fists, Cheng Han kicked with his feet, and the ancient trees in the Hanging Sword Forest were all suffered.

The old beggar, lying on the ground, as if he was still alive, rolled over, and continued to lie quietly.

He didn't bother to get up, it was better to lie down, what kind of person is this person, he doesn't have a little respect for the old and love for the young.

No one noticed the old beggar's condition, except for the gradual flower.

No one deliberately cares about the life and death of an old beggar, in their eyes, there is a difference between people, life and life after all.

Besides, the Longhua Sword hadn't been taken away yet, which meant that they still had a chance.

Cheng Han clenched his fists and saluted: "I'm sorry, I didn't control it well." ”

Of course, he knows best whether the old beggar is dead or not, these days, there are many people who lie on the ground by themselves without touching them, and it can only be said that the old beggar acted too well.

Cheng Han had a smile on his face and said, "Cheng Mou is not here for this sword today, all the heroes are please." ”

There was an uproar in the audience, is there really such a good person?

Even Zhang Yuechuan felt that it would be good to have a few more such people, and even the competitors would be eliminated.

The Hanging Sword Forest suddenly became lively again, and you and I added our fists and feet to each other, and we fought back and forth.

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