"The little general's chance has been stolen!!"

The young man who was drinking a little wine not far away suddenly raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

He drew his heavy sword like a coffin board, and his burly and tall figure was like a tiger descending from a mountain, and with a whining wind and a few strides came to the mound of hills.

"Who dares to steal my Song Chongyang's chance?"

The young general laughed angrily and shouted: "Get out of the way!"

Jiao San and Meng Si hurriedly avoided the side.

Song Chongyang held a wide heavy sword in his hand, as if he was pinching a chopstick, and to put it mildly, he cut the sword into the hard ground of the sand, stone and grass.

Bang~~

The wind and sand were raging, and the dust was splashing like an explosion.

Just in the blink of an eye.

A large crater several feet deep appeared in the ground.

Song Chongyang held the heavy sword in his hand, raised his eyebrows as thick as an ink knife, inspected the deep pit, and smacked his lips and said:

"Sure enough, there's nothing, did the old man trick me into coming to Baoqi Town?"

Jiao San and Meng Si, their faces suddenly cried and laughed.

"Little general, Shi Bozu has no last resort, how can it be wrong...... The opportunity of this place has always existed before, and it should have been stolen by someone first!"

Song Chongyang smiled, touched the blood-red gourd on his waist, took another sip of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said loudly:

"If you have chance, you can get it. Whoever comes first is whoever comes first, what does it mean to steal or not? If we are one step behind, we are incompetent!"

When Jiao San and Meng Si heard this, their faces were immediately full of embarrassment.

Song Chongyang looked back behind him, and with a bit of murderous aura, he said:

"It's just that the old man asked me to take the opportunity, but let others take the lead! This face can't be lost! Otherwise, I haven't arrived at Baoqi Town, and I'll be deflated first. Lao Tzu's heart is not smooth, and it is difficult to calm down!"

He said, staring at Jiao San, "You calculate, who is the master, and you are one step ahead." We have lost face, of course we have to get it back by ourselves!"

Jiao San hurriedly responded: "Obey!"

He put the silver shield in his hand as if he were dialing an abacus, and his fingers were pointing and scratching on the shield surface, and there were silent words in his mouth.

Song Chongyang raised his hand and inserted it, and the wide heavy sword was like cutting tofu, and it went straight to the ground nearly halfway again. He sat cross-legged on the spine of the sword, carrying a blood-red gourd and pouring wine.

Meng Si stood beside him with a serious expression, his eyes wandering around.

The wind howled in the hills and wastelands, and the twilight was dull and filled with slaughter.

Time passed slowly.

Fine beads of sweat were already oozing from Jiao San's forehead.

But on the surface of the silver round shield in his hand, many rough lines have emerged, outlining some plausible images, which is very wonderful.

"Little general, my subordinates have already calculated. ”

Jiao San raised his head and said in a deep voice, "There is a ninety percent chance that it is the cultivators of Changmen who come to snatch the opportunity. There is a trace of the breath of Changmen temple view here, according to intelligence, Changmen is indeed building a temple in Baoqi Town!"

"Changmen...... Hehe, do you want Lao Tzu to find trouble with those women?"

Song Chongyang muttered to himself.

Meng Si couldn't help but whisper:

"Little general, the ten major factions are indistinguishable, and Changmen should not be underestimated...... But if you can build a temple in an unknown town, you must have a deep background and be the choice of Tianjiao!"

When Song Chongyang heard this, he immediately became murderous and hummed:

"What kind of Tianjiao is the mother? Lao Tzu is Tianjiao!"

He got up and drew his heavy sword and said loudly, "Let's go, go to Baoqi Town." I'd like to see what kind of god it is!"

The voice has not yet fallen.

Suddenly, Jiao San frowned again, and reported with great doubt:

"Little general, my subordinates have made another discovery...... It seems, maybe, uh, there is still a hint of the breath of the military temple, and come to the ...... with Changmen"

The scene was suddenly silent.

Song Chongyang turned his head and stared at Jiao San without blinking.

Meng Si was also dumbfounded, staring at Jiao San in disbelief.

Jiao San's forehead was sweating more and more, and he lowered his head and looked embarrassed, but he didn't dare to wipe the sweat.

After a while, Song Chongyang said in a deep voice:

"Jiao San, the old man said that your 'Tao Strategy Sand Table' technique has been perfected. It's second to none in 'Wuhou Ling Mountain', isn't it?"

Jiao San's cold sweat continued to ooze, and he bowed down and whispered:

"Subordinate...... The subordinates were guided by Shi Bozu and were lucky...... Luckily, there is a little bit of experience...... I don't dare to say that it is perfect......"

Song Chongyang said with a smile:

"Okay, even if you have some experience, that's the best talent among us! I want to ask you, how many soldiers are there in a nameless town like Baoqi Town, competing for the spirit kiln?"

Jiao San snorted: "Only ...... Only our 'Wuhou Lingshan' family ......"

Song Chongyang nodded and said:

"Then let me ask you again, since we are the only family, we have created a temple in Baoqi Town, representing the soldiers. You also said that someone from the military temple had come and seized the opportunity.

Doesn't that mean that I came in a dream and dug up my own chance, but Lao Tzu himself didn't know it?"

Jiao San's cold sweat was dripping down his face, and he buried his head and said with a wry smile:

"Perhaps...... Maybe the subordinates miscalculated......"

Meng Si couldn't help but say:

"Third brother, you are also a veteran! The well-known truth can still make mistakes? There is only one faction competing for the spirit kiln, this is the rule. If other soldiers come, how can we not know the reason?"

Jiao San's face turned black with bitterness, and he was powerless to refute, so he had to give up:

"Fourth, this is indeed how the Taoluo sand table is displayed...... Alas, it's my fault, maybe something went wrong...... I read the wrong ......"

Song Chongyang waved his hand and said:

"Wrong is wrong, right is right, there is no need to say anything about this. Since you have deduced that Changmen has come, it must be infallible. Where is the Changmen Temple in Baoqi Town? Let's go make a fuss first!"

Jiao San wiped his sweat again and replied: "It's Chaochun Tower, and the intelligence says that it is the heir of the 'Water Stopping Spirit Mountain' who founded the temple." ”

"Prepare the horse, go to Chaochun Tower!"

Song Chongyang pulled out his heavy sword and strode away.

Jiao San and Meng Si, hurry up and follow.

The three of them turned over and got on their horses, shook the reins, and suddenly the wind and sand swept wildly, and galloped in the direction of Baoqi Town again.

But not long after the start, the three horses stopped again.

In the dim twilight ahead, three figures slowly walked out, blocking the road.

"Little general, I haven't seen you for many days, don't come unharmed......"

The first to appear was the pheasant wearing a cotton jacket.

She is still childish and girlish, with a round face and black hair, and a smile that looks youthful and lively, which makes people feel pity.

Behind Ji Pheasant, Yue Feiqun and Mao Kongtong stood solemnly.

"Is that you?"

Song Chongyang sat on the red horse and glanced at Ji Pheasant and the two people behind him, "What's the matter?

Ji Pheasant smiled and said:

"Don't dare, don't dare, the little general's reputation is far and wide, and a 'coffin' heavy sword is invincible! How dare the little woman stand in the way? I came here today to greet the little general, to catch the wind and wash the dust, and to show goodwill!"

Song Chongyang laughed and said:

"You hunters, you like to put cold arrows in your back the most, bullshit's kindness!"

"Say, do you want to do something? If you want to fight, Lao Tzu is not ambiguous. If you don't want to fight, get out of the way and be careful of stepping on you. ”

Ji Pheasant didn't care at all, still smiling, and said:

"'Tiger Swallowing Spirit Mountain' and 'Wuhou Ling Mountain' have never had any grudges. I have come this time to make a covenant with you and to deal with others together. ”

"Defeated books?" Song Chongyang's thick eyebrows raised slightly, and he said, "Lao Tzu came to Baoqi Town, just to rob the spirit kiln, and he disdains any ruined books!

Ji Pheasant said in an accentuated tone:

"There is a boy from the Daomen who steals opportunities everywhere! His origin is mysterious, and his methods are despicable! He has formed an alliance with Changmen. In addition, I heard that there is another Tianjiao from Daomen, who is also your enemy - Li Yuanbi!"

As soon as Song Chongyang heard "Daomen", "Chance", "Changmen", and "Li Yuanbi", he was immediately furious, and a fierce and murderous aura erupted.

The red horse under his seat screamed and almost fell down on the spot.