"Master Hou, do you really plan to keep these two people?"

"Xiao Liang, what do you think?"

Yan Hude took out a bamboo slip from his arms, this bamboo slip was written with dense characters, this kind of text Zhong Xihou couldn't understand, he roughly guessed that this should be the barbarian script.

"What are you doing with this incomprehensible thing for me?"

"I have been in the secret techniques of the nine states three times. ”

"Then Xiaoliang, do you have any cultivation?"

"This is left behind by the forehead. ”

"I don't understand, so what do you want to do with the two of them?"

"One of the secret techniques of the barbarian kingdom is in Chinese, called the turning technique. The turning technique is not an immortal technique, the turning technique can only make people stay young forever, and the laughter and tears of heaven and earth may also be barbarians. ”

Zhong Xihou looked at this bamboo slip back and forth carefully, he didn't know the words on it, and naturally he couldn't see the reason. "Then it seems that those who cultivate immortals can stay young forever without practicing this turning technique. Then I don't understand, if I didn't save you at the beginning, would you be a swordsman with Yi Shui Han now. ”

"If you want to learn the sword, Zhong Xihou's dancing sword is the same as the rain sword master's listening to the rain sword, Yan Hude can already learn it secretly. ”

"It's easy to say. According to your words, those two are barbarians, it seems that this Zhu Zhiying is really not simple, and Yi Shuihan is indeed not simple. ”

"Among the dragons and phoenixes, the rangers of the fairy realm, these powers should not be underestimated. The extremes of things must be reversed, and the secret art of the barbarians will also be devoured, and the silent tears may be the only way to be eaten by the art. ”

"It's better for this man not to speak, and if he can't see people when he hears sounds, and if he looks at people, he shouldn't be allowed to make sounds. Zhongxihou was silent, and he raised his hand to signal Yan Hude not to say much.

"When the guests come, naturally they can't be lazy. ”

The phoenix hissed through the air, and then heard a "bang", a burst of green smoke, and the red-clothed ghost-faced visitor slowly fell from the sky.

"Tell you a message, a message that will make you happy. ”

Zhong Xihou looked at this masked man, he personally took off the mask of heaven and earth laughing and crying, but this person's mask was not something he could take off.

But little junior brother, little junior brother, although I have seen your true face, I still have no interest in being a brother, there are no people with similar faces in the world, why do you never see the light all the time?

"What news can make me happy? Could it be that the position of the owner of the Dusk Cold Building should be given to me?"

"Get out. Ying Ruge spit out such a word, corrected the color again, and continued, "What I want to tell you is that the person who knows the swordsmanship of the world is dead, and with your dancing sword with my Baiyun sword, with Yi Shuihan, with the bloodthirsty sword, with the Seven Stars Liuyun, he left with a pile of waste paper. ”

Zhong Xihou's smile was silent, he couldn't laugh, or he didn't know how to laugh.

"Zhuge Shenren, immortals?"

"God-man, it's just that too many people see him as an outlier that makes him so miserable. ”

"And what do you think of him?"

Ying Ruge pulled out the sword on his back, and the sword began to fade away from the rust to reveal the dazzling golden light: "He gave me the sword book of the dancing goose, I burned it, and he asked me to choose the sword book of the world as a gift at will, and I refused." ”

"Confused, you ······"

Ying Ruge lifted his sword, and his sword pointed at Zhong Xihou's eyebrows: "Then what about you Zhong Xihou······

"What does a man do to the person he likes when he knows he is going to die, and what is he to do if that person is worthy of his life?"

Zhong Xihou also drew his sword, his sword did not shine dazzlingly, his sword was calm, as quiet as a lake in summer, there was no wind or rain, and there was no ripple on the water surface.

Originally, Zhong Xihou planned to go back to the inn after a few words of explanation to Xiao Liang, but I don't know if the girl from Tianqin had demolished the inn at this moment.

"Then you should let me know, Wenjian Saint Zhuge Ding, what did he teach you?"

"Before I met you Zhongxihou, I was never confused. ”

"So you started to get confused after you met me?"

"My purpose has never changed. ”

"People will be confused, not because of any purpose or person, but yourself, the dignified and domineering Venerable Dusk Han Lou, the purpose is not clear from the beginning, let alone wavering or confused. Take out the sword, if you still don't understand Yan Xiao and you, Zhuge Ding and your teachings, you will still lose. ”

Long Yao was thrown out of his hand, and the sword flew out like a golden dragon out of the abyss, gathering momentum for a long time, waiting for this one.

With a dragon chant, Zhong Xihou dodged, he was not as calm as before, and the hair he raised was cut off by this sharp sword. Zhong Xihou supported the ground with his left hand, and his right leg was raised and pressed against Yingruge's left shoulder.

His left leg also kicked at Yingru Song in an instant, and at the same time, the sword slashed down the plate.

"Ha!" shouted, Zhong Xihou was shaken away, he was shaken more than four feet away, and he was knocked against the wall. On the way, Zhong Xihou's body sank, and the Long Yao Golden Sword flew back against his face, and landed firmly in the hands of his master.

"I have heard that the means of the Ghost Tamper Venerable have always been unkind, and it is true. ”

Zhong Xihou turned over, and the person stood up straight, and the abdomen that was shocked was a faint pain, but more pain was the shoulder with gauze and plaster.

He looked around the small courtyard, and there were already broken tables and chairs, broken cups and pots, and tea and wine spilled on the ground. And the barbarian guy still seemed to sit leisurely on the roof and watch the two men fight, holding the leather pot with mare's milk wine in his hand.

"You're really leisurely, your master is already like this, and you're still so chic. ”

"There are many problems with His Holiness's words, Yan Hude is indeed loyal to Zhongxihou, but he is not my master. Secondly, Hou Ye may not be at a disadvantage. ”

"Besides, if you dare to step forward when you fight someone, I'm afraid that this person is not afraid of being cut by my sword, and he is tired of it. Zhong Xihou stabbed the sword out, and the action was still simple and redundant. Yingru Song turned the sword horizontally, and the dancing sword was nailed to the side of Long Yao's golden sword. "Break!" The sword qi made an explosion sound like artillery, and the white sword qi formed a circle of qi and shook like a song.

"The sword can be masculine, but it can't be domineering!" This sentence came out of the mouths of many swordsmen, and it was not a big problem, but it was spit out from the mouth of a swordsman like Zhong Xihou, which was interesting and interesting.

Lingering like a song flew up again, his sword like a swimming dragon out of the sea, and the dragon was like a hungry dragon that had not eaten for a thousand years.

Cherish the flowers!

This domineering sword instantly became gentle after a move of "cherishing flowers and embroidering shadows", and the sword aura was like a girl's warm hand caressing people's faces, leaving behind not a lingering fragrance, but scars.

A sword stabbed out, Zhong Xihou turned over, and the sword that lingered like a song still followed him.

Traces of emptiness!

Zhongxi Hou's sword turned his backhand and slashed down, the floor tiles of this small courtyard shattered in an instant, and the haunting sword qi was dispersed.

The Wind Dances - The Mirror of the Moonlight!

Zhongxi Hou threw his sword at Yingruge, and his sword gave birth to one hundred and eight sword qi, which were like yellow leaves falling slowly in late autumn, and their movements were gentle and slow. However, such leaves are hurtful and kill people.

Haunting Ruge swung his sword and drew a fiery rune, which was a rune of flames. This rune began to rotate, and the Yin and Yang Qiankun Instruments opened, and it was like a black hole in the depths that could not be seen clearly, sucking in all these sword qi.

"Stupid. Zhong Xihou took the sword, and the sword was put into its sheath, and the sword made a chirp, the kind of buzzing chirp, and the fine pieces flew past the ears like summer mosquitoes and flies.

"Your wind is like a dancing goose, I can ······ today" Ying Ruge's hand pressed on his abdomen, his clothes were already soaked, and the smell was his blood. His blood was thick and black, "When?"

"Little junior brother, why don't you open Qiyuan to break Hongmeng, and then fight with your brother?"

"Whether it's Hongmeng or Honghuang, the realm cultivation is nothing but bullshit······"

"That's right, little junior brother, little junior brother, your sword is still too lacking after all. ”

"Then tell me, what is your Zhongxi Hou's sword relied on?"

"But do you want me to tell you?", Yan Hude fell from the roof, he supported the ground with one hand, and there was not a trace of dust. He looked around and couldn't help sighing, "Master Hou, I'm afraid that the silver on my body is no longer enough to compensate for these things." ”

"It's not that I broke it, and if you want to pay for it, this Venerable Dusk Han Lou will pay for it. Zhong Xihou straightened a chair and sat down before he lifted another teapot that seemed intact, and the tea slowly flowed from the bottom of the pot.

"Faith, though it sounds illusory. Does His Holiness have faith?" Yan Hude straightened his tone slightly, and continued, "In the eyes of Lord Hou, there is no fear of the world, and only glory is indispensable. ”

"Glory?hehehehe······

"Whether it is glory or heart, people have no sustenance and faith, and they are no different from walking corpses. ”

Ying Ruge put away his sword, and he was about to leave, when Yan Hude called out to him again.

"His Holiness has not paid yet. ”

"I forgot to mention that I don't have any money. Lingering like a song before he came out, gently shook his hand, a red feather turned into a fire phoenix from the invisible birth, chirping, he made a force under his feet, jumped on the back of the phoenix, and flew away.

"Hey, the thirteen fierce ghost masters in the world don't even bring a few tables and chairs when they go out. ”

"Master Hou is nothing more than this, the dignified city lord, when he goes out, the silver on his body is only ten taels. ”

"I am thrifty, and the lord of a city should be like this······"

Zhong Xihou looked at the phoenix becoming a little bit of Mars, and couldn't help but secretly sigh, little junior brother, little junior brother, you are not only the same as yourself in the world's three braves, but also from the same school, is it true that you can't be a desolate person? Or in the past, Yan Xiao was ruthless, and it is still difficult to break the seal?

Thinking about it, Zhong Xihou suddenly thought of a person, the little prince, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth and smile slightly.

Each has its own destiny, like some people who don't even have the Qi Yuan, let alone the realm of cultivation, and their hard training in martial arts is only at the level of an ordinary martial artist in the end.

The restaurant will not go back for the time being, and I will go to the Forbidden City again today, but before that, I should also take out the capital to laugh at others.

I saw Zhong Xihou close his eyes and breathe out evenly, with his body as the center, and there was no wind to take a hundred steps around. Yan Hude, who was still on the roof, immediately stabilized his breath and calmed his body, wonderful, wonderful.

But he saw the color of the wind, and the wind gradually gathered, and the color was like smoke and silk.

With the palm facing up, watch the wind glide over your hand, and the touch is as soft as a fine satin.

Suddenly, there was a long "hum" in the wind, and the sound gradually grew from nothing to slowly dissipate. When the trembling sound was completely gone, Yan Hude looked at the world around him, everything in front of him seemed to be stagnant, but the clouds in the air were still floating, the butterflies in front of the flowers were still dancing, everything was not stagnant, and the movements did not slow down.

Such a wonderful illusion?

A bee flew with the wind, but in Yan Hude's eyes, this bee was as slow as a snail. He couldn't help but reach out his finger to the bee and flick the bee lightly.

Interesting, funny, he controlled his strength, and his movements were so light that he didn't seem to use half of his strength, but the unlucky bee was forced to fly out to one side for several feet.

In an instant, the wind began to change again, and Yan Hude knew that something was wrong, as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Sword Breaking Hongmeng!"

Zhong Xihou suddenly shouted, which really startled Yan Hude, and saw him open his eyes, his brows were tightly locked, his left hand was on the back of the waist, and the palm of his right hand was spread out. The wind visible to the naked eye within a hundred steps around him gathered in his palm, and he poured his whole body into cultivation to merge with the power of this wind, turning into a goose yellow sword qi that rushed into the sky and broke through the sky.

In an instant, the galaxy trembled, and the sky screamed.

The goose yellow sword qi gradually dissipated, but after a few moments, suddenly, a meteor fell into the sky, and the scenery in the sky was dazzling.

Yan Hude was stunned on the spot, his body was straight, he looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but admire in his heart, is this the realm of Hongmeng that can resonate with heaven and earth?

Yan Hude's understanding is not bad, and it is not all right.

People in the world know that the highest realm of martial arts is Hongmeng, and those who have not stepped into this door mistakenly think that the Hongmeng realm and other realms are generally divided into upper, middle and lower three grades, but few people know that there are no three grades in this Hongmeng, only eight grades.

The difference between each level of cultivation is better than the threshold of Hongmeng and the flood famine.

And this Western City Lord's cultivation of shaking the stars with this wind as a sword is the fifth rank of these eighth-level cultivations.

In the Hongmeng realm, only the fourth-level cultivation has the power to resonate with heaven and earth.

And Zhongxi Hou's cultivation has stayed in the lower fourth class for six years, and it is also today, the stagnant cultivation has been a fish leaping into the dragon gate, breaking into the upper four realms, and there is really a great master in the world.

At the moment when the galaxy trembled, Zhong Xihou smiled at the starry sky, thinking that it was his little junior brother.

Little junior brother, little junior brother, when will you untie the shackles, and will your cultivation be high or low?