kicked a lewd middle-aged man who looked like a half-dead old thin monkey out of the ring, and Xun Ming's eyebrows began to twitch a little.

It's a big forest, and there are all kinds of birds!

There are also people who shoot at others in three ways as soon as they come up, what a thing!

The white-clothed ranger, whose face was still unrelieved, looked at the obscene old thin monkey who fell motionless under the ring with some annoyance, and his eyes subconsciously aimed at the palm that was still bent there in the shape of a hooked claw, and his face was unconsciously gloomy, and he finally restrained the urge to kick the grandson again.

Then his mind moved, and when he came back to his senses, a young man in white who was somewhat similar to his outfit appeared opposite him.

Huo, finally came to a level.

Let's not talk about how outstanding the figure that "appeared" in the ring, just say that his face is to beat those crooked melons and cracked dates a few streets before.

The person on the other side does seem to have a bit of charism, unlike the players who thought about "how to yin that grandson" when they came on stage, they held their chests up and hugged their fists at Xun Ming, and then loudly reported to their families:

"Nobody, Lu Chunfeng."

Seeing that the other party was so formal, Xun Ming was also a little interested, hugged his fists and saluted back, and said loudly:

"The rivers and lakes are reckless, Chu Tianheng."

After such a "full of rivers and lakes" cutscene, both of them felt that the other party was a good man, thinking that they would not wait for a little meaning to have a fist addiction, so they let the water go.

It's rare to see such a good man now.

However, the two also have a faint sense of strangeness, and they always feel that each other's names are somewhat familiar, as if they have heard them somewhere.

That is, after thinking about it, they just left this doubt behind, immortals are separated, how could they have heard each other's names? At best, it's just a coincidence.

At the same time, the two old drinking friends, who were thousands of miles apart, sneezed in unison, scolded their mother, and began to wonder which bastard was lowering their heads behind their backs.

However, the two young men who were on the rise did not think about it so much, and after a meeting of eyes, they rushed forward almost at the same time, straight punches, soft palms, knee points, elbow strikes, and diagonal kicks...... After a few encounters, the two of them roughly tested each other's depths, ended the initial tentative stage with some satisfaction, and began to really open and close.

However, whenever one side starts to show some signs of loss, that side will suddenly become a little stronger.

This cycle repeated, dozens of rounds passed, and the sour men who would be cheeky and shout for the last two sentences in the audience at the beginning were already silent, for fear that they would worry about the pair of ruthless people on the stage when they spoke out, and they would lose their lives if they punched others.

In the ring, the movements of the two became more and more rapid and ferocious, and it was almost to the extent that the rough men in the audience could only see a lively situation, and those who could barely see a general move routine were even more unheard of for them!

The brocade-clothed general in the stands had already left his seat, holding on to the railing and staring wide-eyed unwilling to miss even a moment, while being surprised, he was also a little puzzled in his heart:

The martial arts of these two people, even compared with those deep courtyard guards in the palace, are not far behind, how could they be hooked out by their own small martial arts competition?

Those guards of the deep courtyard are all famous martial arts masters!

And the other great masters are either secluded in the mountains or have their own faction mountains, all of them are old kings in the deep well—ordinary and rare.

Another punch exchange, and the two who were fighting heartily finally pulled apart.

At this time, the figures of the two can be seen clearly, "Chu Tianheng" has more gray stains and damage on his clothes, but there is no trace of injury on his face, and his eyes are still slightly shining, looking very energetic.

The damage on the clothes of "Lu Chunfeng" is obviously less than the former, but there is a very obvious redness and swelling on his cheeks, needless to say, he knows that he was hit by a fierce old punch, which made his face look a little more funny under the sword eyebrows.

At this time, a thought involuntarily arose in the hearts of the two people:

"Damn, are the current mortal martial artists so capable of fighting?!"

Seeing that these two "Great Immortals" were willing to stop, the Jinyi General, who was the master, hurriedly spoke loudly:

"The two strong men will stop first, the old man already knows the skills of the two, please come upstairs to meet the little girl, and she will decide for life at that time!"

Although the two were a little reluctant, they didn't have to cultivate after all, and they had a hearty fight just by their physique, and they were not too embarrassed to lose the face of the master's family at this time.

The two were about to admit defeat and send a good story to the heroes opposite, that is, they saw an extra young woman with bright skin beside the middle-aged man in brocade clothes in the stands.

Then the two of them turned back in unison, and began to move their hands and feet again with cold faces.

Such a nice girl...... You can't spoil the kid on the other side.

Just as the fighting spirit of the two began to rise rapidly, as if they were about to restart in this ring in the next moment, a light cough sounded in the ears of both of them at the same time.

Following their spiritual sense towards the second floor of a wine shop on a street corner in the distance, they saw a man in a Taoist robe with gray sideburns raising his glass at them.

Elixir!

After perceiving the realm that the person deliberately exposed, they knew the identity of the person who came.

Immortal steward - jurisdiction over the order.

Since the people in charge are here, this one naturally can't be pinched.

As if sensing the direction of the other party's gaze, a trace of astonishment flashed on the faces of the two, and then the white-clothed scholar spoke:

"You're a fucking monk too?!"

Hearing the other party's words, Xun Ming felt that his heart was a block.

Okay, after a long day, the person on the other side is also a monk?

Then he was stunned, and suddenly remembered where he had heard the name "Lu Chunfeng".

Ethereal Sect Master, Qingyun Sword Immortal Lu Chunfeng!

But anyone who can be called a sword immortal by a monk is a great sword cultivator of the immortal realm who has broken through the immortal gate and entered the immortal path!

Looking at his suddenly strange face, the young man in front of him seemed to suddenly realize something.

Chu Tianheng, isn't this the "Chu Dog Said" in the mouth of the old thing?

After a moment, the face of the sword-eyed young man who had turned his mind turned also became extremely exciting.

The sect master of the Leaning Moon Sect, Mangyue Sword Immortal Chu Tianheng!

Wait, fuck, who are you pretending to be garlic with?!

The two young men in white looked at each other's stunned appearances, and knew that they had played tricks, and then they began to roll up their sleeves, ready to teach the young man opposite a good lesson.

Seeing that the two offspring who were a little brainless began to operate their spiritual power, and they were almost about to move their real character, the pretending to drink a little wine was a little unbearable on his face, and with a raised brow, a shocking thunder sound shook out in the ring.

Two young people who were about to "make a big move" brought this thunder back to reality.

The monk who came from outside to smuggle himself knew that his identity was not very exquisite, and when the time came, he was still at the fault of the real calculation, so after the thunder, his figure flashed, leaving a trace of smoke in the same place and then disappeared, leaving a sentence "In Xia Qingyun Jiang Sinan, don't let Lao Tzu meet you in the future, otherwise it will ......"

After skillfully snapping his fingers to interrupt the silk thread of the voice, and blocking the "cruel words" that had not yet been released, Xun Ming, who had recovered his usual indifference, whispered in one direction, forcing the sound into a line:

"In the lower sloping moon."

This sentence alone, and then there is no follow-up.

At the entrance of an alley nearby, after listening for a long time, Jiang Sinan, who realized that there was no follow-up at all, scolded his mother, and then disappeared into the alley.

At this point, the first and second leaders of a four-person group that has been legendary in the immortal cultivation world for countless years have formed the initial bad bond between them.

At this time, they never imagined what kind of legend they would leave behind in the future and what kind of glory they would create.

At this time, they just secretly scolded their mother in their hearts, thinking that the grandson opposite was really special and could pretend, and that bird could be the young sect master of the second-in-command sect of Yizhou?