The fierce collision of the heavenly thunder and the sword qi suddenly gave birth to a huge gang qi, and the branches and leaves of the two poplar trees were trembling by the impact, and countless fallen leaves danced in the air.

Hua Wenxiang and the others stared blankly at the sky, and when the smoke disappeared, they turned their heads to look at the old man on the side.

The old man put down his chopsticks and drank a glass of wine.

The young shopkeeper suddenly ran out of the store and shouted, "What's the matter, Master?"

The old man snorted his tongue and savored the aroma of wine, "There are guests again, but it doesn't seem that they are here to drink." ”

Suddenly, Hua Wenxiang and the others felt a strong murderous aura, and there was a person standing next to the poplar tree, who was much bigger than Luo, and this person was tattooed with small characters on the top and bottom, densely packed, making people look straight up goosebumps.

Hua Wenxiang frowned, "Dragon's Mansion?"

The man had a token hanging from his waist, engraved with the word "魍魉".

The young shopkeeper blurted out, "Fang Luoli!"

He was shocked, but there was no fear.

Ruluo's face was solemn, and he said to a few people in his heart: "This is one of the 'Three Rakshasas' of the Dragon's Mansion, at least the battle blue realm, it is difficult to entangle. ”

He even had the feeling that he wasn't an opponent at all.

Hua Wenxiang said helplessly: "This is coming for me again?"

Tu Yuelian said: "It is also possible that they came to avenge the Charm Pavilion, aren't these two forces very related." ”

Luo Bei said: "The old-timer next to him is not simple. ”

Hua Wenxiang glanced at the old man next to him and reminded everyone: "Let's not act rashly first, just wait and see." ”

Fang Luoli, who was standing next to the poplar tree, ignored the flowers and the fragrance, and only stared at the old man who was drinking, and he had already recognized the old man's (shēn) portion.

One of the three sword masters of Sword Mountain, Lu Zhen.

Fang Luoli took a step forward, still not speaking.

The old man who sat at the table and continued to drink was no different from the common people in the market, with a white beard that was neither long nor short, and although it smelled of one (shēn), his clothes looked neat. He carried a delicate flask around his waist, and at first glance he looked like an old drunkard who drank all the time.

The old man with a simple face smiled and said, "You better go back, you can't move this group of young people today." ”

Fang Luo left the face without a table (qíng) and continued to step.

Lu Zhen drank the last sip of wine, shook his head helplessly, picked up a long chopstick again, and with a slight wave, an invisible sword qi rushed towards Fang Luoli.

Hua Wenxiang and the others were dumbfounded, especially Luo Bei, who had looked at the old man several times just now, and really didn't see that the old man was actually a sword immortal!

Fang Luoli suddenly (shēn) was entangled in a thick battle blue qi, and received the sword qi with his bare hands.

Then the dense text on (shēn) glows, and countless thunder snakes wrap around it (shēn).

Ling Yan's sword qi was directly lifted into the air by him, surging into the clouds.

The white clouds were instantly dispersed by the sword qi.

方落出 (shēn) is shaped like thunder and disappears in the blink of an eye.

"Bang!"

The table in front of the old man was directly burned to ashes by the lightning.

Lu Zhen said distressedly: "I still have a few peanuts that I haven't eaten, it's a pity, it's a pity." You're going to have to pay for this table. ”

He blocked Fang Luoli's punch with the long chopsticks in his hand, and Zhou (shēn) also (shēn) entangled the blue qi.

Hua Wenxiang and the others have already hid away with the young shopkeeper.

Fang Luoli let out a low snort, his fist was like a thunder dragon, and he directly broke the long chopsticks.

Lu Zhen had no choice but to abandon the long chopsticks, and the longitudinal (shēn) took a few steps back, muttering, "I can't let you ruin this little wine, otherwise there will be no wine to drink in the future." ”

As he spoke, the old man already held the Blood Soul Sword in his hand.

With a sword slash away, Fang Luo had nowhere to hide, and the burly (shēn) son suddenly flew out three hundred zhang.

The old man handed over another sword, and the huge sword qi was faster than thunder and lightning, and he chased after Fang Luoli, who flew out.

The young shopkeeper asked, "Master, what is the money for our table?"

Lu Zhen smiled: "I'll chase him." ”

After speaking, the shadow of the old man (shēn) suddenly disappeared.

From time to time, everyone on the side of the wine shop heard the sound of fierce fighting in the distance, and the ground shook.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Zhen returned leisurely, holding the token engraved with "Dragon" in his hand and throwing it to the young shopkeeper, "Sell this, it's enough to change the table." ”

The young shopkeeper smiled and snorted, this token is both jade and gold, not to mention a table, a hundred are enough to buy.

Luo Bei came to the old man (shēn) and clenched his fists heavily, "Junior Luo Bei, I have seen the old sword master Lu. ”

Lu Zhen, one of the three sword masters of Sword Mountain, has the highest swordsmanship in Sword Mountain.

There is no real master in Sword Mountain, only three people serve as sword masters, these three are all first-class sword immortals, and one of them also has the "blood soul" flower of the twelve flowers of Tianxiang.

The threshold for entering Sword Mountain is extremely high, so for hundreds of years, Sword Mountain has only had more than a hundred disciples.

Lu Zhen smiled: "Your kid's qualifications are very good. ”

Luo Bei clenched his fists again, "The younger generation wants to ......"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Zhen said: "It's okay if you want to join Jianshan, but you have to be my descendant disciple, and you have to guarantee that no matter how those two old things in Jianshan bewitch you in the future, you are not allowed to change to their disciples, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless when the time comes......"

The two old things in his mouth naturally referred to the other two sword masters of Sword Mountain.

Lu Zhen had already seen his intention from the first time he saw Luo Bei, Jianshan is located in a remote area, there are few pedestrians nearby, and generally comers, especially young swordsmen, come to Jianshan to learn swords.

There is a precious ancient sword qi in his body, and he is a natural martial embryo, such a terrifying qualification, Jian Mountain can only be compared to Tang Jun.

The ancient sword qi is so precious that there are only three wisps of the entire sword mountain.

Luo Bei hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, "I implore my seniors to accept me as an apprentice and teach me swordsmanship, and the juniors will never change any of their teachers in the future." ”

Lu Zhen accepted this salute calmly, and said with a smile: "Okay, as an apprenticeship ceremony, plus I helped you repel that man just now, you have to invite the teacher to have a good meal." ”

The old man looked full of smiles, today's wine is right, he finally has a decent apprentice in the future, those two old things are a proud disciple for each person, but he doesn't have it.

The young shopkeeper couldn't help but interject: "Master, why did you just drive away that Fang Luoli?"

Lu Zhen said: "There is no need to kill them all, if I do this, I will already be considered to have formed a bond with the Dragon's Mansion, if I kill him again, it will be a dead knot." ”

He added: "You kid, don't take a sip of a master's, I drank a few meals of wine from you and taught you some swordsmanship, why did you rely on me." ”

The young shopkeeper named Wu Jingsong has been running a liquor shop on the side of the road for more than four years, and from the day the liquor shop opened, Lu Zhen came here to drink two times in three days, at first he gave money, and then Wu Jingsong accidentally learned about his (shēn) share, so he asked him to teach some swordsmanship, on the condition that he drink for free.

Wu Jingsong is also a cultivator, but his talent is not high, and now he has the Xuanhuang Realm.

The old man is not that stingy person, he has the ability to learn these swordsmanship, and others can learn it, not to mention that there is free wine to drink.

In this way, Wu Jingsong gradually changed the title of Senior Lu to Master.

It's just that Lu Zhen has never recognized this apprentice.

(End of chapter)