Ning Zhong was knocked out by a strong force.

Linghu Chong's bones were cracked, he fainted, and became like mud, which was thrown by Wen Hong and thrown to the disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect.

"Senior brother!"

"Big brother!"

Everyone exclaimed, and they were in a hurry for a while, and Ling Hu Chong was stabilized, otherwise he would not be able to burst his brain if he hit the bluestone ground.

Yue Lingshan touched his senior brother's chest, it was soft and collapsed, and it rose and fell slightly, just like the person who was about to die.

The two are childhood sweethearts, the two have no guesses, and Lin Pingzhi has not yet intervened, and they are in strong feelings. Seeing that Linghu Chong was so seriously injured, he couldn't help but feel sad, and his tears were like beads with broken threads, crackling and falling down, wetting his clothes.

Wen Hong is unforgiving.

The person had already rushed into the crowd of the Sword Sect, grabbed it with his big hand, shook it, and unloaded all the muscles and bones of the person, and then used his backhand as a hidden weapon to sacrifice it and smashed it towards Ning Zhongze.

As soon as Ning Zhong got up, he saw a shadow, and instinctively raised his hand to palm, but he heard his own disciple screaming, and his heart panicked.

When I looked at it, I saw one figure after another smashing over, all floating in the air, all of them were their own disciples.

She stretched out her hand to take it, but she didn't know who to take.

It's just a flash of thought, the person has fallen, and she is pressed under her again, as if the Arhats have collapsed.

Wen Hong threw the person almost as much as he toed, smashed the joints of the bluestone bricks on the ground, and kicked them up again.

Bang bang bang!

After several rings, the ground in a radius of several zhang saw mud, and the bluestone bricks were lifted, flew out, and smashed over there.

Piece by piece, with enough strength, smashed and shattered, dust flying, confusion and confusion covering eyes.

After a long time, the dust settled, and no one came out, but only the groaning of the sermon.

"You, you ......"

The only remaining Yue Lingshan hugged Linghu Chong, feeling sad in her heart, seeing that her father, mother, and senior brother were all beaten like this, and they couldn't speak.

Her heart was fierce, she drew her sword and rushed towards Wen Hong.

"Huh?"

Wen Hong looked at the girl, his eyes were fixed, his eyes were like sword light, and he quietly carried the kung fu of Xiyue's true form, and threw a punch and stopped in front of her.

The method of witnessing suddenly vented her courage, and the whole person was confused, and she didn't know that the sword in her hand had fallen.

The left hand was raised, the person took a step forward, squatted down slightly, grabbed and buckled with his big hand, and smashed Yue Lingshan to the ground with him, without any idea of pity and cherishing the jade.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, the dust was all over the sky, and there was no one on the field who was no other than Xiyue Temple standing.

"Don't look at it."

Wen Hong turned around, sat back in his place, and picked up the porridge, which was still warm.

"Take all the people, put on the bandages and gauze, don't die, go up the mountain tomorrow and send things.

By the way, don't forget to tell the world, so that people in the future will mention the Huashan League, and they don't know what kind of sect it is. ”

After speaking, he looked at Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun couldn't move, he could only hear his voice. He could hear the conversation, and he could hear the sound of the fight. Now that the prison has sat back and can't hear the voice of the lady, there is only one result.

"What did you do?" He asked.

Picked up a shredded pickle, chewed it carefully, and swallowed the porridge again, Wen Hongcai said: "I, I like to be simpler, I can do it without moving my mouth, and I will leave the matter of persuading them to you, Deputy Head Yue."

Come on, send the deputy head back to the room, remember to stuff these people over, and let the deputy head talk about our rules and precepts. ”

The people carried away, and only Wen Hong was left alone in the room, eating breakfast in front of the somewhat miserable scene outside the door.

One day, Huashan is upright.

Wen Hong took the lead, and a group of Taoist priests either supported or pushed the disciples of the Huashan Sword Sect into it.

He looked around and said suspiciously: "The plaque has been replaced by Lisuo, I heard from the former prison that this was originally a plaque with sword energy, but now it has been replaced by righteousness."

Interesting, interesting, there are only two of you left in the Qi Sect, and the traces of the Sword Sect will not be wiped out?

What is the Huashan Sword Sect called, it should have been merged a long time ago, and it should be a branch of my Huashan Alliance, and it will be fully supported. ”

Yue Buqun was shocked and frightened.

After serving the good medicine for the past two days, he calmed down again, practiced some internal skills, and cultivated Zixia, but the purple and blue swelling on his face was eliminated, and he looked nothing, and he was able to speak neatly.

He said hurriedly: "Wen Jian Yuan, where did you learn about these Huashan Mixin? ”

The former was the split of Yuanhua Mountain, and the latter was the matter of the two sects of sword qi.

Obviously, it was a great epidemic in Huashan to the outside world, with all the dead and wounded, and the outside world didn't know that there was a sword qi division in his sword sect!

This is the ...... of the prison

The origin of the news is quite mysterious.

"I said I was born to know, can you believe it?"

Wen Hong had already sat on the main seat, signaled the Taoist priest to put Yue Buqun on the auxiliary seat, and smiled at him: "I knew the Great Song Xiangyang Guo Daxia, the Condor Hero of the Zhongnan Ancient Tomb, and I also knew the affairs of the Ming Sect in the previous dynasty.

Later, I knew that the Ming Dynasty would be destroyed, the Manchu Qing Dynasty knocked on the gate, and the martial arts of later generations declined, but Shaolin still has some real kung fu, are you credible? ”

Yue Buqun's pupils constricted.

This man, this man, is bold!

No, it's not boldness, it's a big rebellion!

Dare to talk about the court in vain, saying that the dynasty is about to die, this is a proper anti-thief words, anti-thief words!

He hurriedly said: "Hearing the prison courtyard, the wall has ears, be cautious!" ”

Wen Hong waved his hand and said, "Be cautious? What to say? The emperor is far away, I said mine, whether he is playing carpenter in Ouchi, or being the god of war in Tumu Castle, what does it matter to me? ”

Seeing that the people were all lined up, Wen Hong also stopped the topic, and seemed to be lacking interest.

He pointed to a little Taoist priest in his temple who didn't know how to come forward and said, "Qingyuan, come ahead." ”

Qingyuan lowered his head and walked to the front of the crowd.

"I'm too lazy to do scientific rituals, so this is naturally the case with the likes of the Great Rites of the Sect. Seeing that everyone is there, just say a few words.

Today, Xiyue Temple merged with the Huashan Sword School, and the Huashan League has been established since then.

I am mainly based on Xiyue Temple, supplemented by the Sword School. I heard that Hong was the head of the prison and was in charge of the branches of the general line, and Yue Buqun was the deputy head and was in charge of the sword faction.

Walking the rivers and lakes in the future, remember to report the name of my Huashan League. ”

Should I say it or not, Yue Buqun's eloquence is acceptable, at least at this moment, the establishment of the Huashan League was announced, and the Huashan Sword Sect has since become a major event of other faction branches, and the disciples of the original Sword Sect have no objection.

Of course, it is also possible that he fought with Wen Hong yesterday and lifted everyone's chins, and it has something to do with being unable to speak at this time.

He looked at Qingyuan, this person is the only good seedling in Xiyue Temple, he knows Taoism, and he is good at practicing martial arts, the point is that he is handsome and handsome, not a crooked melon and cracked date.

"Qingyuan, you will be my disciple in the future, the chief of the Huashan League, and the eldest disciple of the general line of Xiyue Temple."

Qingyuan was overjoyed, and immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

"I've seen Master!

Today is in a hurry, and you are not ready to restrain yourself, so don't blame it. ”

Wen Hong bowed his head lightly: "It was my temporary idea, and I can't blame you." In the future, it is enough to practice diligently and not lose the position of chief. ”

"Yes...... Yes? Qingyuan was suddenly stunned.

Lost?

Can this chief position be lost?

Wen Hong chuckled, looked at the people of the Huashan Sword Sect, and said, "I told Deputy Head Yue before, when he will outperform me in martial arts, the position of the head of this prison will be given to him."

The chief position of Qingyuan is also the same.

I will give you the privilege to protect you for three months, and whether you can keep your position after three months is up to you. Disciples of the branches like Ling Hu Chong and Lao Denuo can also compete. ”