"It's really here, he really dares to come!"

Or does he believe that he is the true inheritance of the Pure Yang Palace, and the Changxing Sect does not dare to touch him?"

"Door-to-door provocation, no matter how dead it is, this is the rule of the rivers and lakes, and the Pure Yang Palace can't be forced. ”

"I heard that Zhou Heng is the sixth generation true lineage of the Pure Yang Palace, and he is the junior disciple who teaches the True Yang Yan Shouyi in the world, is it really fake?"

"Do you believe this, can you use your brain?"

Zhou Heng's arrival made many people talk about it, most of these people were generally not included in the products after listening to the rumors in the rivers and lakes, or they were just ordinary nine products.

The other eighth-grade, seventh-grade, and even famous masters on the list all looked at Zhou Heng with solemn expressions, and their eyes were a little jealous.

Their eyesight is no longer comparable to ordinary martial artists on the rivers and lakes, and it can be seen that Zhou Heng is full of energy, and he can see kung fu with every move, which is obviously an extremely advanced feature of martial arts.

Most of them have already reached the peak of the eighth grade, and they are only one step away from the seventh grade.

In their opinion, Zhou Heng's visit to the Changxing faction this time to avenge his division and friends should be only one aspect, and most of them have another purpose, that is, to sharpen his martial arts and try to set foot on the seventh grade.

Zhou Heng fought alone in three seven-rank battles and won when he was in the eighth grade, if he stepped on the seventh grade, how strong would he be?

For a while, several young masters in the twenty or thirty places present were a little nervous.

Now Zhou Heng is the forty-second on the list, once there is a breakthrough in martial arts, they are the ones who are most in danger.

At this time, a young man in the crowd who looked unusually handsome and had soft facial features covered his mouth with a folding fan, looked at Zhou Heng with his eyes, and said to a young man in a cyan suit next to him: "Hey, brother, do you think you can beat the current Zhou Heng?"

This young man in a strong suit looks like he is eighteen or nineteen years old, with hard facial features, sharp edges and corners, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, full of masculinity, and can be said to be quite handsome.

He listened to the words of the people around him, raised his sword eyebrows, and hummed in a low voice: "Little sister, you are looking down on me, I have cultivated our Pei family's true inheritance for more than ten years, can't I beat Zhou Heng, who was born in the wild road?"

"Oh, brother! I'm a young man now! Don't call me little sister!" The handsome young man glanced at the young man in white clothes, and said dissatisfiedly: "I don't think you can beat him, he's amazing!"

"How do you know he's amazing?" The young man in the strong suit looked nervous, and looked at his sister beside him suspiciously, "Could it be that the last time you ran away from home and went to Huangtong Mansion City to play, you just went to find him? But didn't you say that you went to find your best friend? No wonder you pester me to come over this time." ”

"What's the matter, I'm going to play with Cloud Sleeves, brother, you think too much. The unusually handsome young man covered half of his face with a folding fan and said in a low voice: "I've just seen him compete with others." ”

"Then I'm going to see how good he is. The young man in the power suit looked at Zhou Heng with some unconvinced, thinking about whether to wait for this matter to be over to challenge, so that his sister could realize his strength.

These two people are the daughters and sons of the head of the Pei family in Pingzhou, Pei Luoling and Pei Luoshu.

......

Zhou Heng rode through the crowd on a jujube red horse and came to the front of a group of disciples of the Changxing Sect.

These people have a uniform attire, which is very easy to distinguish, and there are more than thirty people in total, all gathered together, glaring at Zhou Heng angrily.

Since the Changxing Sect was not a very strong martial arts sect, almost none of these seven-rank masters were under the age of thirty, most of them were over forty years old, and there were even many in their fifties or sixties.

However, this does not mean that their strength is weak, and most of the older ones have more combat experience than the younger ones, and their skills are usually much deeper.

"I didn't expect that the people of the Changxing faction were so enthusiastic. Zhou Heng smiled, arched his hand around, smiled, and said, "Since you are all so enthusiastic, then I will try not to kill you." ”

Hiss!

Many onlookers couldn't help but gasp and looked at Zhou Heng in surprise.

This mouth is really poisonous.

This is really bold.

Aren't you afraid that the Changxing faction will be dizzy, and thirty or forty seven-grade masters will rush up?

There is a way that two fists are hard to beat four hands.

For the vast majority of seventh-rank martial artists, this principle is equally useful, in the face of the siege of a large number of martial artists of the same level, even if their own strength far exceeds that of each of them, most of them will suffer a big loss.

Not to mention that Zhou Heng is only the eighth grade now, and he hasn't even made it to the seventh grade.

Too bold.

Of course, the most angry thing is the disciples of the Changxing faction, they are used to being powerful and blessed in the three-acre land of Huangtong Mansion City, and they have killed and taken away the martial arts halls of the major subordinates, how have they ever encountered resistance?

Therefore, from the very beginning, the fact that Zhou Heng came to challenge all the lower three disciples of the Changxing Sect made them angry, and now when they heard Zhou Heng's words, they were even more angry.

"Zhou Heng, I don't know what your strength is, but this mouth really stinks!" A seven-rank master of the Changxing faction couldn't help it first, this is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a beard, reminding the burly.

He stepped forward, stopped in front of Zhou Heng's jujube red horse, stepped forward with a long knife in his hand, and shouted: "Get off the horse and fight with me!"

As soon as these words came out, the people around who were watching the excitement suddenly came to their senses, and they all opened their eyes, wanting to watch a wonderful battle.

"Dismount?" Zhou Heng glanced at this person lightly, and chuckled: "You are also worthy?"

Immediately, he gently patted the cross-entrance sword hanging on the jujube red horse.

Zheng!

I only heard a sword sound, and the silver light appeared, like a clear spring flying out of thin air, and the sword of the entrance was unsheathed by itself, and in the case of no one holding it, it slashed down at the person at a very fast speed!

"What?!" The man was shocked, he never dreamed that Zhou Heng would use such a miraculous method, and he immediately lost his square inch, and he was at a loss.

However, after all, he was a seven-rank master, even if he lost the opportunity, he still had a chance to fight back, and hurriedly raised the long knife in his hand upward, trying to block the cross-entrance sword that fell in the air.

But his long knife is just an ordinary soldier, how can he defeat such a high-grade weapon as the transition entrance sword?

At the moment of contact, the long knife was easily cut like papier-mâché, and there was no ability to resist at all.

The long knife broke into two sections, and the blade was still swift, stabbing straight at the man's face.

If the stab is confirmed, the person's head will be pierced immediately, and he will be killed on the spot.

At this time, the cross-entrance sword suddenly stopped in front of the man, and it was suspended there, and it didn't really stab down, but then I saw the sword edge deflect to the side, directly cutting the person's mouth open, and blood flowed sideways.

"Ahh

"That's it?" Zhou Heng sneered, with a flick of the sword finger in his hand, the cross-entrance sword immediately flew back and put it into the sheath by itself, and then his gaze swept to the group of Changxing sect disciples, his chin rose slightly, and he said lightly: "Next, is there anything else?"

Just this question made more than a dozen Changxing Sect disciples subconsciously take a step back.

But in the next moment they realized that it was too embarrassing to do so, and they took another step forward.

However, no one dared to speak out.

The people watching around were also silent, and many of them opened their mouths wide and looked at Zhou Heng in amazement, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

After a while, the crowd suddenly boiled.

"Damn, what was that just now?sword master??"

"Imperial Sword Volley, isn't this a secret technique that can only be cultivated by an innate master who has stepped on the sixth grade?"

"How did Zhou Heng perform it, how did he know how to use swordsmanship??"

"It's amazing, it's incredible!"

The sound of discussion and exclamation was endless.

Pei Luoling in the crowd looked happy, and excitedly said to the brother next to him: "Brother, look, I'll just say that he is very powerful, hey, brother, why don't you speak?"

"......" Pei Luoshu was looking at Zhou Heng in a daze at this time, secretly thinking that he still tried not to meet Zhou Heng, so as not to become a person who was knocked out of the top forty by Zhou Heng.

What are you kidding, how did you learn the sword technique of the Eight Grades of Martial Arts?

Even if some special seven-rank swordsmanship can achieve an effect similar to that of swordsmanship in a short distance, this kind of swordsmanship is generally extremely difficult to cultivate, and it also has extremely high requirements for divine soul snatching, and it is generally possible to learn it only when the peak of the seven-rank peak is initially intersected!

Zhou Hengcai's martial arts eight grades, he was actually able to perform this method similar to the sword technique!

It's incredible!

There was also a middle-aged man in a simple robe in the crowd, he saw Zhou Heng performing the sword technique, his eyes showed a sudden look, and his gaze at Zhou Heng added a bit of admiration.

On a mountain peak in the distance.

Cheng Jiangjian sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the situation in front of the gate of the Changxing Sect, his eyes were fixed on Zhou Heng, the corners of his lips smiled, and said, "He is much more powerful." ”

After she heard about Zhou Heng and the Changxing faction, she put down the task in her hand for the time being, rushed over as quickly as possible, and was ready to help at any time, so as not to suffer when Zhou Heng was besieged.

At this time, the seven-grade masters of the Changxing faction listened to the discussions and exclamations of the people around them, and their faces turned into pig liver color with anger, trembling all over, and they were furious.

They sent two people to carry back the person who had been injured by Zhou Heng before to bandage their wounds.

Then he shouted again.

"With a sharp weapon, what kind of master is it!"

"That is, if you have the ability, you will fight with us with your bare hands, test your real kung fu, and don't rely on the sharp weapon to hurt people!"

"That's right, you're the true descendant of a top martial arts sect, armed with a sharp weapon, how can we be your opponent?"

"Do you dare to only use your fists and feet?"

As soon as these words came out, the people around them immediately booed, and they all looked at them with a little contempt in their eyes.

It's ridiculous!

Zhou Heng only has eight grades of martial arts, and you group of seven grades of martial arts, actually say that he relies on sharp weapons to hurt people, and he is still a bold dignitary with his bare hands?

What a face!

This group of people from the Changxing faction was so angry that they almost lost their minds to say that, but when they reacted, the words had already come out, and they couldn't take it back, so they could only grit their teeth and harden their mouths.

"Okay!" Zhou Heng agreed very happily, which exceeded everyone's expectations.

He turned over and dismounted directly, did not take the entrance sword, and walked in front of the Changxing faction with his bare hands, shook his palms, and said with a smile: "Actually, I think you may regret it later." ”

Fighting empty-handed was his plan.

After all, it is his goal to cooperate with Xiao Wuxianggong and govern his body in the way of others, so that these people of the Changxing faction are completely desperate and lose face.

The reason why he used the hundred-step flying sword to show the power of the cross-entrance sword was to make these people in the Changxing faction think that he was a murderer with a sharp weapon, and to see if these people would ask him not to use weapons.

Sure enough, the group of people of the Changxing faction were shameless, as expected.

"I'm afraid it's you who should regret it! Boy, you're not very old, and your tone is not small!" A sneer came, and I saw a slender middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties walk out of the Changxing faction.

He stood there like a big gun, with a strong momentum, raised his hand to Zhou Heng, and said in a deep voice: "Just now, my junior brother accidentally caught your way, and the weapon in his hand is not as sharp as the sharp weapon, don't think that he is really not your opponent!"

"Hong Wanzai, the people in the rivers and lakes call it 'Danshan Divine Spear', come and try your kung fu! Boy, let's shoot!"