Although the deep winter has passed, the cold city is still covered with heavy snow, and the snow on the elephant mountain is boundless, which gives people a bleak beauty......

The whole of China is unusually lively at this time, and the happy Spring Festival of the year is going on in the sound of children playing and firecrackers......

For ordinary people, it may be just a day for the whole family to reunite for the New Year, but for warriors, today is not just as simple as the New Year, they give up the opportunity to reunite with their families, just to watch this battle of life and death........

Chinese New Year's Eve, Hancheng Xiangshan

There are not many people on the street, and even if there are, they are small merchants and vendors who are in a hurry to clean up their stalls and are eager to go home as soon as possible to share the Spring Festival Gala with their families.

Bald Yong didn't need to listen to what they were saying, he knew that they must be making a secret bet for tonight's decisive battle, Bald Yong is dark, naturally knows what these people think, although he doesn't know how powerful the top ten of the Hall of Fame are, but the rumors about the Hall of Fame on the rivers and lakes still can't help but make Bald Yong worry about Mo Forget......

This battle not only caused a sensation in the rivers and lakes, but also made the entire Chinese people from the seven major families and family sects, down to the three sects and nine streams, and it was rumored that even the top ten of the Hall of Fame, who had not been seen for a long time, would be present.......

For a moment, the crowd at the foot of the mountain shouted at the sound of whom, it was a noisy scene, and immediately fell silent: "Coming, coming....."

Bald Yong looked up at the mountainside where the figure shook no less than the foot of the mountain, and his heart couldn't help but beat faster......

The challenge to Mo Forget is Zhang Congzhi, the fifth Di Ting --- of the Hall of Fame, it is said that this person's cultivation has reached the late stage of death, although the bald Yong is 100% convinced of Mo Forget's ability, but the rumors that Zhang Congzhi is similar to a god on the rivers and lakes can't help but make the bald Yong more or less worried.......

The bald head turned his head and nodded to Yang Jiang and others who pretended to be ordinary warriors, and then a few people jumped towards the mountainside without everyone paying attention......

Like the top of the mountain.

Under the moonlight, there was only one person sitting cross-legged under the jade belt bridge on the jade belt river, the faint moonlight sprinkled on his face, this person was dressed in an ink-colored military robe, with a short hairstyle, an ordinary face carrying a scholarly temperament, and his eyes were slightly closed as if waiting for something.......

At this moment, another figure appeared in the darkness. This person's body is very peculiar, the black robe on his body is fluttering, as if blown by the wind, he himself is reluctant to use even a little strength, his black hair seems to melt into the night, and a slightly immature face is covered with tenacity.

This person is the king of Qiao--- don't forget

The person sitting cross-legged was slightly shocked in his heart, and then sighed: "You are late, don't forget"

"A good meal is not afraid of being late, isn't it?" Mr. Zhang," Mo Forget looked at Zhang Congzhi, who was slowly standing up, and said lightly.

For a moment, Mo Forget suddenly let out a chuckle, and Zhang Congzhi couldn't help but ask: "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at myself, I haven't noticed a master of masters around me for so long, do you think it's funny?

Zhang Congzhi was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then he also laughed with Mo Forget, and the laughter of the two gradually amplified and spread throughout Xiangshan.......

In a clearing on the mountainside in the distance, a middle-aged man with a slightly pale face shook his head and said to an old man sitting beside him: "Tut-tut, it seems that Elder Wang once had a good grandson!"

The old man of the Immortal Bone Dao Feng smiled slightly and didn't speak, and a slightly chubby man behind him shouted: "The head of the Ximen family seems to have talked a little too much, why does the head of the Ximen family intend to move to Huashan recently?"

The pale-faced man, his sword eyes jumped slightly, and he was about to attack, when a burly old man on his right said: "Is it? Ximenmeng, why don't you tell Lao Tzu when you move, I can buy you a real estate!" The provocative words angered Ximenmeng again, only to see that Ximenmeng suddenly jumped up and struck the burly old man with his right hand.

"Good time" The old man's right hand turned into a fist, and met Ximenmeng's strong palm, and when the two touched, the strong air wave made the entire mountainside tremble.......

Seeing that the two of them started to move, the family members behind the two of them were also lucky and ready to fight, at this time, an ugly-looking middle-aged man on the far right hurriedly stood up and persuaded "The two heads of the family cut off their hands, don't let those ninth-rate people under the mountain see the jokes of our seven families" When this person spoke, the left half of his face was accompanied by his lips twitching, which looked extremely funny.....

Ximen Meng's martial robe waved vigorously and said sharply: "Old man Wu, let's fight again on a later day, and watch a good show today" and then walked to his position.

"Little rabbit cub" Wu Jie looked at the back of Ximen Meng leaving, snorted fiercely, and swaggered towards his position.

Above this open space is the seven major families that control the lifeblood of the entire Huaxia, and it is rumored that the seven major families will send people from the clan to watch, but they don't know that the head of the seven major families has arrived.

In the face of the-for-tat confrontation between Ximen Meng and Wu Jie, except for Yao Zhongxin, the head of the Yao family, who was already timid, the other four masters all seemed to ignore it, and even Wang Xiang, who rose up because of the Wang family, looked at the top of the mountain with a solemn face.........

In the distance, several figures passed by, all of them appeared on the mountain like ghosts, several of them were dressed in black robes, with various masks on their faces, looking extremely mysterious.......