Since experiencing some things in Mingzhou, Song Qian has never had a good impression of today, and seeing such chaos in the Southern Song Dynasty at this moment, she is even more disgusted with the Son of Heaven.

You say that your cultivation is low, and you can't suppress those heroes who come and go.

But you can't even deal with the problems between the various ethnic groups in the local area, so what are you doing every day when you sit in the position of the Son of Heaven?

Busy calculating your own people?

Ye Gucheng's eyes shrank slightly when he heard this, and he smiled, "Miss Song said that the Son of Heaven is a waste, it seems that it is really a waste!" ”

He subconsciously looked up at the sky, the daughter of the Mandate of Heaven was dissatisfied with the Son of Heaven, if there was no accident, in the past few years, the Son of Heaven should be replaced, right?

He had a faint expectation in his heart.

Although Song Xuan has vaguely admitted that Song Qian is the destiny of this era.

But Ye Gucheng still had some doubts in his heart, so he just took this opportunity to make sure.

He set a time in his mind.

Three years, within three years, if the position of the Son of Heaven changes hands, then he will no longer have any doubts about Song Qian's identity as the daughter of the Mandate of Heaven.

In the future, the two friends of Song Xuan's brother and sister, he Ye Gucheng made a deal!

At this moment, in the distance, someone exclaimed.

Song Xuan looked up, but saw that in the sky, a swordsman with a six-foot long sword on his back and a plain white body stepped into the air.

This person's face is like a golden stone, there is no trace of emotional fluctuations on his face, the whole person is like a sculpture, after people see it, they will subconsciously feel afraid, frightened, and chilled!

"White swordsman! It's a swordsman in white! ”

Many of the martial arts people who came to watch the battle exclaimed in surprise, with excitement, awe and faint trembling in their voices.

The name of the white-clothed swordsman has only recently risen from the Southern Song Dynasty, but along the way, many martial arts celebrities have died at his hands, and he has not tasted defeat so far.

How strong he really is, no one knows.

Many senior masters guessed that this person was at least a top grandmaster at the five-peer level, and had already begun to embark on the road of impacting the great grandmaster.

As the white-clothed swordsman stepped into the air, at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, the Jin and Mongols, who were originally fighting, invariably chose to stop and retreated to the periphery.

Obviously, they have heard of the prestige of the white-clothed swordsman these days.

Next, it will be a battle between the two top grandmasters, if they dare to continue to fight, disturbing the decisive battle of the grandmaster, without the white-clothed swordsman to make a move, the aftermath of the battle between the grandmasters alone can wipe them out.

Song Xuan and the three of them stood on a mountain, and several of them were extremely outstanding in terms of figure and appearance, which attracted the secret attention of many people in the martial arts.

Among them, two of them looked like young Taoist priests wearing Quanzhen Taoist uniforms, and they were a little nervous and approached, and their attention was attracted by Song Qian.

There is no way, Song Qian did not hide her appearance today, although there are many beauties in the rivers and lakes, but it is indeed rare to see a woman as outstanding as her, even if it is a little Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect, she is a little unstable when she sees it.

Song Qian glanced at everyone, retracted her gaze indifferently, and waited for the Grandmaster War to begin.

She has long been accustomed to this kind of situation of being noticed on the road.

Song Xuan glanced sideways at the two little Daoists, pondered for a moment, and asked, "The two Little Dao Masters should be disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, right?" ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, a little Taoist priest who looked quite delicate and looked fifteen or sixteen years old hurriedly bowed, "Yin Zhiping, a disciple of the Poor Dao Quanzhen Sect, has seen Shaoxia!" ”

Well?

Song Xuan frowned.

Yin Zhiping, the dragon knight in his youth?

Over there, Yin Zhiping pointed to a little Taoist priest next to him who looked more introverted and younger than him, and introduced: "This is the junior brother of the poor Dao, Zhen Zhibing!" ”

"Zhen Zhibing?"

Song Xuan's gaze crossed Yin Zhiping and fell on Zhen Zhibing.

In the plot of the Condor Heroes, the disciple of the Quanzhen Sect who originally tarnished the innocence of the little dragon girl was Yin Zhiping.

But later, after Jin Yong was forced to modify the plot for some reasons, Yin Zhiping's scene was deleted, and the dragon knight also changed from Yin Zhiping to Zhen Zhibing.

Song Xuan's eyes looked at the two of them.

If there is no Zhen Zhibing, then the future dragon knight will naturally be Yin Zhiping, but since there is such a person as Zhen Zhibing in this world, it is obvious that the future dragon knight is this person.

Song Xuan thought in his heart, or he would simply castrate Zhen Zhibing!

At this moment, in the west, a burst of arrogant laughter sounded in the sky like thunder.

Song Xuan turned his head to look, but saw in the distance, dark clouds were thick, and a gloomy aura swept overwhelmed, and in the thick clouds, a tall middle-aged man with a high nose and deep eyes, and a brown face and yellow face could be faintly seen.

This person is also dressed in white, heroic, his eyes are like knives and swords are very sharp, although he is laughing, but the laughter is sonorous like a metal sound, so that the onlookers subconsciously want to cover their ears.

Song Qian walked up to her brother and said in a low voice, "That cloud is weird!" ”

Song Xuan nodded, "It's a poisonous cloud!" No wonder Huang Laoxie called him an old poison, not to mention anything else, the poison technique has reached such a realm, it is indeed very tricky! ”

Ye Gucheng was also the head of the jaw, "To deal with this person, you can only attack from afar, if you are close, you will continue to be eroded by toxins, and I am afraid that your strength will be greatly reduced." ”

Even if it was a top grandmaster like Ye Gucheng, he didn't dare to say that it was invulnerable, and the old poison Ouyang Feng's poison technique alone was enough to make any top grandmaster feel tricky.

In the sky above Zhongnan Mountain, the old poison Ouyang Feng walked out of the poisonous cloud, his expression was unruly, and he quietly looked at the white-clothed swordsman.

"I have heard your name, and I have traveled the sea, and I have constantly challenged the strong in the states. One person, one sword, transferred to the land of several states, under the great grandmaster, your Excellency can be regarded as the strongest group! ”

The man in white had a face as calm as marble, and said expressionlessly: "Thank you for your compliment, I am very happy to be able to fight with you!" ”

He spoke very slowly, and his voice was obscure and not very good, almost spitting out word by word, and he was not very proficient in Da Zhou's official language.

Ouyang Feng laughed and said, "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is so strong that it can be called superb. But there is more than one top-level swordsman like you in this world.

For example, the sword saint Ye Gucheng in Mingzhou, the sword god Ximen Blowing Snow, the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa in the Southern Song Dynasty, Xie Xiaofeng, and the thirteenth sword and Yan thirteen in the Southern Song Dynasty, these people are all characters who are gods of the sword.

The old man thought that you would choose to fight these kendo masters first, but I didn't expect that you would choose the old man first, who is not good at using swords! ”

On a certain hill in the distance, Song Xuan sneered.

How could he not see Ouyang Feng's intention to bring trouble to the east, but he didn't know what the reaction of the white-clothed swordsman would be?

In the sky above Zhongnan Mountain, the white-clothed swordsman stared at Ouyang Feng and said in a deep voice: "They are very strong, use you to sharpen their swords first!" ”

Song Xuan's side, Song Qian snorted and laughed, "Brother, don't say it, this white-clothed swordsman is quite interesting." Start with the weaker ones first, and then gradually challenge them.

It's not like the leveling and fighting monsters you talked about before? ”