With Zhang Qingyun's tirade, Brother Li and I were completely dumbfounded, this is completely different from the plot that the two of us thought, it seems that inadvertently, we have been tied to death with Zhao Ling!

Don't feel happy, it seems that tying up the Taiqing Sect is so powerful and domineering one thing yes.

I would be a little complacent if it were normal, but how dangerous is this situation right now? This is to turn the other cheek with Maoshan.

Isn't it obvious what level Maoshan is?

This is obviously a life of death.

After saying goodbye to Zhao Ling, the three of us returned to our room, and before I could open the door, Zhang Qingyun squatted directly on the ground, hugged his head, and said very casually.

"Don't slap your face, everything is easy to say, the main thing is that the emotions are in place just now, I didn't hold back, so I ate a beautiful cow~B!"

Brother Li trembled with anger, gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you going to circle me and Nineteen with Zhao Ling?" Say okay to see the excitement? What about taking advantage of the good ones? Why did you change your hexagram when you arrived in the place? ”

Zhang Qingyun looked up at Brother Li aggrievedly and explained softly.

"I met Zhao Ling when he was eight or nine years old, he still had three years of listing in Longhu Mountain, and I also went to Taiqing Sect for three years, you said that he is so difficult now, why am I embarrassed to ignore him?"

"Besides, my uncle has made it clear that he wants to intervene in this matter, so my uncle and Maoshan turned their faces, doesn't it mean that I and Maoshan turned their faces? If I turn against Maoshan, doesn't it mean that the two of you also turn against Maoshan? ”

Brother Li was stunned for a moment, and then replied with some tears and laughter.

"You mean you can have full authority to represent me and Nineteen? Why do you have such a big face? You don't see the background of Maoshan, this uncle will be normal for a while, and crazy for a while, if it's really on the bar, we don't know how to die. ”

Zhang Qingyun didn't reply, with an attitude that you can fight if you want to, and scold if you are willing to scold.

“…… Hey, forget it, Brother Li, don't talk about him, he can't help himself, if he comes, he will be safe, Qingyun has a saying that is right, he turned his face, it is no different from our face, the rest of the way, let's walk! ”

Zhang Qingyun jumped up excitedly when he heard me say this, and he took two mouthfuls at my face, almost taking away my first kiss.

"Nineteen, the most righteous person has to be you, I knew that you would not die without help."

I wiped the saliva on my face and replied with some disgust: "You kid didn't brush your teeth, why does it smell of sewer!" ”

"Okay, let's wash and sleep, it is estimated that tomorrow my uncle will talk to the second view master of Maoshan about the last form of the Qinglian Eight Styles, let's raise our spirits and watch the excitement."

"Don't mention it, let's still be friends."

Brother Li and I shouted in unison at Zhang Qingyun, who was running to the bathroom, yes, we feel as if we have been cheated when we hear the three words "Watching the Excitement" now.

No, it's not like, it's just cheated!

In the blink of an eye, the night passed, the sun rose in the east, and on Qinglong Peak, more than a dozen elite disciples of Maoshan had their hands behind their backs and long swords hanging from their waists.

Jiuyangzi and Long Yangzi were standing aside, in front of them was a middle-aged man, wearing a lilac robe, and the robes were full of various complex spells, it seemed that it should be more than just a robe, it should also be one of the magic weapons of Maoshan.

This person is the second view master in Long Yangzi's mouth, it is rumored that he is actually over 100 years old, and he has rejuvenated himself because he has cultivated the Tongtian method, and he is still middle-aged.

Some people even say that he actually ascended many years ago, and what remained in Maoshan was just a soul.

In short, there is everything to say, and it is mysterious and mysterious.

"The sect is not here, at present, the affairs of Maoshan are in charge of me, I heard that the Yuqing Sect and the Shangqing Sect are coming, yesterday in order to be able to greet each other, please forgive me, there are really important things to do, there are many inconveniences."

Zhang Bufan didn't care so much, and went straight in: "Three games, two wins in three games, we won, I want you to offer the last style of Qinglian Eight Styles, on the contrary, if we lose, then we will leave Maoshan with people and horses, and never step into Maoshan half a step, if we meet on the rivers and lakes in the future, I will also walk around you." ”

The second view master smiled heartily, and did not feel how rude Zhang Bufan's words were.

"This fellow Daoist is really straightforward and cheerful, okay, then since you have made up your mind, then follow what you say!"

"It's just that the rules need to be refined!"

Zhang Bufan waved his hand and replied happily: "It's okay to say it directly." ”

"You and I are both people in the Xuanmen, and we are not as good as mortals, so we have our own destiny in life and death."

"Yes!"

"Also, since it's a competition, then it's fair, so it's better to let the juniors try it."

Zhang Bufan frowned and waved his hand and replied: "You Maoshan is not without people of my generation, and the second view master arranged it like this, wouldn't it be to bully my juniors to be weak." ”

"Uncle Fan!"

The words of the Second View Lord are actually insulting, we can bear it, but how can Zhao Ling endure it? He immediately stepped forward to express his dissatisfaction and expressed his willingness to accept the challenge.

"Stand down!"

Zhang Bufan's eyes widened, the aura burst out, and the sound of breaking the sky sounded, and Zhao Ling bounced away.

Seeing this, the Second View Lord didn't look much surprised, but just nodded, indicating that the most extraordinary cultivation was affirmed.

"Then since this is the case, Daoyou and Jiuyangzi will have a discussion, and the remaining two will be done by the younger generation of disciples."

When Zhang Bufan hesitated, Zhao Ling stood behind him, clenched his fists, his body trembled violently, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Uncle Fan, give me a chance!" We have to take back the things of our Taiqing Sect with my own hands. ”

"Okay, then according to what the Lord of the Second View said, the remaining two will be done by you and my juniors."

After the words landed, Zhang Bufan turned around and looked at all of us, and said unabashedly and arrogantly: "If you win one of the remaining two games, the trip to Maoshan will be complete, don't lose my face." ”

Yes, before he could compete on the stage, Zhang Bufan already felt that he had won!

Indeed...... He really has the strength and the capital.

But at least you have to take care of the people in Maoshan, such as Jiuyangzi, who has no human appearance on his face, and his anger is purple.

"Smack!"

Zhang Bufan took the cigarette from Brother Li and lit it, then laid it flat on a rock, and then looked at Jiuyangzi and said calmly: "After a cigarette, you will see the Xuanmen Mountain. ”

"Hmph, seven out of twenty are born in the poor road, and I haven't seen the mountains yet!"

"That's because you haven't met me before, come on, let's go!"

Zhang Bufan stood with his hands in his hands, this scene made us all marvel again, in the face of Jiuyangzi, he still met the enemy with one hand.

"Arrogance!"

Jiuyangzi couldn't bear to roar, his body was like the wind, his hands became sharp claws, and he attacked head-on.

In an instant, there was thunder on the ground, and Jiuyangzi's body was covered with the power of thunder and lightning, and the sound of breaking the sky was endless.

All of us unconsciously pinched a cold sweat for Zhang Bufan.