"Little thief, what did you just say, say it louder!" Wang Siwen blinked, but did not let him go.

The man in black twisted his body and said a little unhappily: "Master, I am the descendant of Qingsongliu, I came here to find someone who is destined, put me down quickly, otherwise I will provoke the entire Qingsongliu, and you will have good fruit to eat!"

Wang Siwen smiled, went up and pinched his nose, "It's better to be honest, I'm not untouched with the Taoist Nine Streams, and when I appear, I have always been in groups, and I haven't met your fellow disciples around here, and if you deceive someone, you will screw your head off!"

When he spoke, he was about to make a move, and the thief's face changed greatly, and he begged for mercy with a crying voice: "Don't don't, Dao Ye has something to say, I really didn't lie to you, originally we were more than 30 brothers in the same sect, and we came here together, but when we encountered some tricky troubles, we were trapped." ”

"None of the ninth-rate people are rice buckets, what trouble can trap so many people! It seems that it is better to screw your head off!"

"My name is Liu Wei, the forty-eighth generation descendant of Qingsongliu, if I hadn't encountered the maze of tricks, how could that person succeed!" Liu Wei had no choice but to tell the truth.

They received an order from the elders to come here to look for Liu Xiaoyi, but when they walked to a nearby island, they were blocked by a grandmaster of Hengyang City, and they were all trapped with the help of a maze of tricks.

The formation technique is a method of concealing the aura of the body, and he was still succeeded by this person when he was caught off guard, and all the senior brothers used all their strength to send Liu Wei out and let him go out to find helpers.

After Wang Siwen heard this, he suddenly put away the dust and released him: "Do you know the name of the person who made the shot? Maybe I know this person." ”

"He said that he was from Hengyang City, and his name was Gongye Changhong!" As soon as Liu Wei said this, Xiong Kuohai, who had just changed his clothes in front of him, was so frightened that his legs were weak and he almost fell to the ground.

"What did you just say?"

"Gongye Changhong, do you recognize this person?" asked Liu Wei.

Xiong Kuohai fought a cold war, he was in the boundary of Hengyang City, and he was a strong party at best, occupying Xiemapo outside the city to build a camp, and he was at ease.

But I happened to meet this Gongye Changhong, an extremely eccentric old swordsman, relying on his grandmaster realm, he took Xiemapo as his own, and almost took Xiong Kuohai's life.

"Of course I do, not only do I know him, but he also has a grudge against me! But this old guy is very powerful, I'm afraid there are few of the grandmasters who are his opponents. Xiong Kuohai said.

When Liu Wei heard that this black bear spirit also had a grudge against Gongye Changhong, he somewhat let go of the estrangement in his heart, and the anger of the two of them just now gradually dissipated.

While everyone was talking, a person staggered in outside, holding a wine gourd in his left hand and a roast chicken leg in his right hand.

Wang Siwen's eyes lit up, and he deliberately said loudly: "That Gongye Changhong's swordsmanship can be described as extraordinary in the realm of grandmasters, I have heard that not only is Poor Dao not an opponent, but there should be no one in the swordsmanship grandmaster who is his opponent!"

The person who came was Lu Haoran who went out to eat and drink, the master never allowed him to drink in Yan Jian Dao, this came to Qianchuanze, there were many taverns outside, Lu Haoran couldn't hold back for a while, he was greedy for a few more glasses, and then he simply let go of his stomach, and he drank unadultly.

Now that I can walk back, it is all up to me to become extraordinary, and if I were someone else, I would have been drunk and lying on the street to be stolen and patronized.

Lu Haoran muttered in his mouth, spit bubbles and jumped behind Wang Siwen's body, put his head on Lao Wang's shoulder, and asked in a loud voice: "Dao Master, who did you just say is terrible in swordsmanship? I haven't seen a grandmaster who uses a sword, and he is stronger than me in the way of the sword!"

"Gongye Changhong, an incredible old swordsman! You haven't really reached the Grandmaster yet, let alone his opponent. Wang Siwen smirked.

The disciples of Yan Kendo are all arrogant, especially in the way of the sword, and there is no one in their eyes, how can Lu Haoran listen to it, smash the roast chicken to the ground, and drink the wine gourd dry.

"I'm going to meet this old swordsman for a while, where is the other?" Lu Haoran patted the scabbard on his waist, and his face was flushed and he was about to walk out.

Wang Siwen hurriedly followed, squeezing his eyes towards Liu Wei.

Liu Wei didn't know what he was thinking, so he went around to the front and said respectfully: "Great swordsman, it's on the north slope of the island, and you can see it when you go down!"

"Master Dao, he was very drunk, didn't he look for a fight in the past?" Liu Xiaoyi rode on Xiao Jin's back and followed them towards the north slope, he was worried about Lu Haoran's safety and didn't want him to take risks.

Wang Siwen snorted, "What do you know, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him, maybe he will soar into the sky from now on and enter the threshold of the grandmaster!"

Among the twenty-three wonders of Qianchuanze, there is one unpredictable place that can occur anywhere in the Eight Immortals Sea, and that is this maze of tricks.

For thousands of years, countless unlucky people have been trapped in the labyrinth and died of exhaustion, and it is difficult to predict the direction of the labyrinth, as if it grew out of the ground without warning.

Gongye Changhong is so sure that the people who are waiting for Qingsongliu here obviously got some news in advance, otherwise he is just a grandmaster, and if he dares to be so big, he will suffer a big loss.

After a short time along the mountain road, you can see some abrupt stones in the shallow water area below the slope, and you can clearly see from the outside, in the middle position, there are more than a dozen nervous Taoist priests, standing back to back vigilantly, facing the hard wall.

Seeing this, Liu Wei shouted loudly: "Brothers, don't panic! I'm here with help!"

He wanted to steal a weapon in his hand, come back and smash the stone wall open, and rescue the senior brother out of the labyrinth.

Although Lu Haoran is drunk, Wang Siwen doesn't seem to be a fuel-efficient lamp, and with the addition of the black bear essence, it is definitely not a problem to deal with Gongye Changhong.

Liu Wei's little abacus in his heart was simple, how did he know the power of the trick labyrinth, don't say that he used the Luhuang sword to split, even if there are a few more grandmasters, he can't split this wonder.

"Fortunately, the maze of trickery has just taken shape, if it is two or three days late, the maze will change again, and the gods will not be able to save it. Wang Siwen saw from afar that at the entrance of the labyrinth, there was a white-haired old man with a strong spirit, more than a foot tall, skinny as wood, and a pale face.

The three-foot white hair was like an upside-down sword, fluttering slightly in the wind, and around him, four or five corpses were soaked in water, each with a bare blood mark on his chest.

Gongye Changhong squinted his eyes, and naturally saw people coming up on the slope, led by a drunk man, with a grandmaster sword hanging from his waist, who was walking towards him.

The drunkard approached, and before he could speak, he opened his mouth and burped, and the smell made Gongye Changhong frown, "Drunkard, where are you from?

"Are you called Gongye Changhong?" Lu Haoran didn't answer, and asked to himself.

His mind was blank, and he even forgot three points of sword moves, but he was more daring than ever, and he snorted wine when he pointed at Gongye Changhong's nose.

"Hengyang Xiemapo, Gongye Changhong, is also a grandmaster, why is he so ugly! Shameful people!" Don't look at Gongye Changhong's strange temper, but he has no less face than the grandmaster.

"Okay, good, good, it's you who are looking for you, Yan Sword Dao Lu Haoran, come to discuss the sword, the immortal strokes my top, and I will be immortal!"

Lu Haoran shook his sleeve robe, and pulled out the immortal sword with a shake of his body, and the white light was cold, and he approached the door of Gongye Changhong.

The grandmaster swordsman made a move, the scene was not trivial, Wang Siwen took out an incense burner, and took more than ten steps back before placing it at his feet, "Everyone stand behind the incense burner, don't let the sword qi hurt." ”

The blue sword in Gongye Changhong's arms is called Zhanhai Bibo, and he went to Xiemapo to use the lake there to cultivate this grandmaster sword.

He knew that although the other party was drunk, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, pushed the blue wave sword, collided with the cold light, stepped into the water with the flying cloud boots on both feet, and two hurricanes on his side blew and smashed on the wall of the maze of trickery, leaving shallow traces.

"Ninety-six Holy Monarchs, floating clouds hang empty names!" Lu Haoran roared, and the immortal sword qi turned into ninety-six Yunli King Kongs, all of which raised their sword fingers and slashed towards Gongye Changhong, and in an instant, the night sky was shining, as if the sun was faintly shining.

The tip of the Gongye Changhong sword pointed at the water, and with a stroke around the foot, the circular water curtain stirred up, blocking half of the sky.

"Lingyun wood borrows feng shui, and once it grows into heaven and earth!"

The blue wave sword of Zhanhai slammed upwards for several feet, and the sword qi pierced through these clouds, breaking through the floating clouds, and making the night sky quiet again.

The sound of the fight between the two was violent, and the guests who had settled in the island attracted one after another, and the entire northern slope was filled with spectators in a short time, and a large area of black pressure was overwhelming.

Lu Haoran was slightly inferior in cultivation after all, and after more than thirty rounds of hard fighting with the two grandmaster swords, his true qi was a little unable to keep up, his face was flushed, and his nosebleeds were dripping, and he was dyed red in a white robe.

He went all out, suffered a big loss, and if he continued to fight, he could only be defeated. Lu Haoran was carrying the innate sword bone, how could he sit still and wait to die, the tip of his tongue pressed against the upper tooth chamber, and the dantian roared luck.

"Heaven and earth bet on it!" The immortal sword came out of his hand, Lu Haoran raised his palm and slapped it behind the hilt of the sword, and he flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string.

The body of the sword was infused with soul power, and it seemed to outsiders to be a light and fluttering sword, but Gongye Changhong's face was full of solemnity.

If he can't catch this sword, it will be difficult to enter the realm after his mood is injured, thinking of this, Gongye Changhong can't care about that, his left hand clenched the blade of the sword and slashed hard, "Listen to the tide in the Red Sea!"

Looking at this half of the waves, they turned blood red in the blink of an eye, and the waves set off with the blade forward, covering the labyrinth and touching the immortal sword.

The collision of the general trend of heaven and earth was silent, Lu Haoran's head was inserted into the mud of the tidal flat, and it took a long time before he shook and stood up.

Gongye Changhong's white hair was wet, his face was washed with blood, and he stood in place unharmed, motionless.