Fengshan.

It is rumored that here, there is the sound of phoenix chirping.

Therefore, it was named Fengshan.

On Fengshan Mountain, there is a sect.

Red Dust Bath in Fire Pavilion.

It is one of the eight sects of rivers and lakes.

On this day, Fengshan is full of vegetarian and white silk.

Red Dust Bath Fire Pavilion Master Miao Zhenfeng.

Defend the land of the south, and die in the land of the south.

Today.

The red dust bathed in the fire of the pavilion and returned with the body of the pavilion master Miao Zhenfeng.

The day of burial.

It stands to reason that no matter how big the grudge is, it will be relieved.

Even ordinary people, this is still the case.

But.

In front of Fengshan.

The entrance of the Red Dust Bath Fire Pavilion.

Surrounded by a group of people from the Sword Sect.

Jian Laifeng laughed and said, "How is it?"

An old woman in the Red Dust Bath Fire Pavilion.

Although he is old, his eyes are shining.

But there is not the slightest hint of weakness.

The old woman stepped forward.

Looking at Jian Laifeng, he said, "Is the Sword Sect really shameless?"

When Jian Laifeng heard the old woman's words, not only did he not have any embarrassment, but laughed loudly.

"Haha!"

The sword came to the wind and laughed.

The old woman watched the sword come to the wind.

Frowning.

"What are you laughing at?"

Jian Laifeng gasped frantically.

Smiled: "Face?haha, this is the funniest joke this sect master has heard this year." ”

Jian Laifeng suddenly turned around and faced the people from all over the world.

Da Yi said awe-inspiringly: "Fellow Jianghu Daoists, do you know how the Pavilion Master of the Red Dust Bathing Fire Pavilion, one of the eight holy lands of the rivers and lakes, died?"

Jian Laifeng pointed to Miao Zhenfeng's coffin.

said: "This sect tells you that she was killed in battle!"

"Of course, if she dies in battle for her own sect, it is not unavoidable for this sect master to kneel for her at this time, after all, this sect master is a junior. ”

"However, she died fighting for the court!"

Jian Laifeng said loudly: "Before, the Eastern Palace confiscated the world's martial arts, and I think all of you know that we are afraid of the strength of the Eastern Palace, so we have to hand over our own martial arts. ”

"You know, those are all things left by our ancestors, and they were taken away by the imperial court like this. ”

"However, the pavilion master of the Red Dust Bathing Fire Pavilion is even more so, and he actually took the elders and disciples of the Red Dust Bathing Fire Pavilion to guard the frontier for the imperial court!"

"Actually, he died in the land of the South!"

"Fellow Jianghu, do you think it's funny?"

Jian Laifeng walked to Miao Zhenfeng's coffin.

said: "Since the Miao Pavilion Lord chose to die in the southern realm, he is not qualified to be buried in the phoenix mound of the previous pavilion masters of the Red Dust Bathing Fire Pavilion!"

"Everybody, right?"

The sword came to the wind and roared loudly.

The people in the rivers and lakes, the most hated people are definitely the people in the court.

Not one of them.

It's as if, by nature, they are enemies.

As for why?

But no one could answer.

Why do Jianghu people hate people in the court?

Now, when everyone in the rivers and lakes heard the words of the sword, they immediately echoed loudly.

"That's right, the Sword Sect Master is right, Old Lady Miao is not qualified to be buried in the Feng Mound!"

"Actually working for the imperial court, it's a shame for our Jianghu people!"

"Hehe, has the current Red Dust Bathed Fire Pavilion become the dog of the imperial court?"

"It is recommended that the Sword Sect Master replace the Red Dust Bathing Fire Pavilion!"

"That's right, the Red Dust Bathing Fire Pavilion is not worthy of being a holy place for rivers and lakes!"

They were not qualified to come here at all.

They, who had dreamed of coming here, had dreamed of coming here.

Looking up, he looked at the Red Dust Bath Fire Pavilion.

This holy place of rivers and lakes.

Now, here they are.

They have become role models for people all over the world.

Because, if the Holy Land makes mistakes, I dare to say it!

If it was placed before.

Who dares to say?

Because, the Holy Land colluded with the imperial court.

It's a great sin of treachery!

"Hehe, the Red Dust Bath Pavilion is a group of women and old women, so it's better to disband!"

A man in white, carrying a sword on his back.

Come before the crowd.

said with a sneer.

"In the rivers and lakes, there is no need for a sect full of women to be a holy place!"

Red Dust Bath in the Fire Pavilion.

There are young disciples who want to get their hands dirty.

But they were stopped.

"Today is the funeral day of the pavilion master, and you can't do it. ”

"Master, but they ......"

"As a teacher, I want to kill them with a sword!"

However, today is the funeral day of their pavilion master, and they must endure it.

I must let the pavilion master go with peace of mind.

The old woman sneered.

Look around and look at the passionate crowd.

"What? That's what you think too?"

The people in the rivers and lakes listened to the old woman's words.

They all spoke.

"Let's let the Sword Sect Master preside over the overall situation!"

"That's it, now, I only serve the Sword Sect Master!"

"The Sword Sect Master is mighty!"

On the side of the Sword Sect.

With a smug smile on his face.

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being our sect master. ”

"In the words of the sect master, people with dreams will not have bad luck!"

"Haha!"

"My sect's hundred-year-old wish is finally coming true. ”

......

A majestic mountain range.

The mountain, separated from the middle, is for two colors.

Black and white.

It's just a miracle.

This is the place of Tianji Pavilion.

At the top of the mountain, you can touch the clouds.

"Pavilion Master. ”

The boy called softly.

A huge square with a circular ground and a yin-yang diagram the size of a square painted on it.

The old man's beard was white.

"What?"

The old man opened his eyes.

Xiao Tong said: "The people in the rivers and lakes all ran to Fengshan. ”

The old man nodded.

"The person who seeks death is not in my Heavenly Pavilion. ”

The boy heard the old man's words.

Nodding.

"The boy understood. ”

The boy then retreated.

The old man sits in the center of the yin-yang diagram.

I closed my eyes again.

"This bet with you is a thousand-year-old inheritance!"

A sigh, obscured by the clouds.

Beyond Fengshan.

Less than ten miles.

A team of red robes rushed in.

Not counting the leaders, exactly eighteen.

The leader turned out to be a fat man!

"Hurry up, don't embarrass you!"

The fat man in the lead waved his whip and roared.

Facing the fat man, a person began to say: "Don't worry, the ancient gods, let's make a move, when have you ever lost?"

"That is, our gods make a move, and that is not a single grass grows!"

The fat man is Gu Aotian!

However, now he is no longer called Gu Aotian.

In the end, he didn't participate in the War of the Gods.

He could no longer continue the glory of his father, the Old God King.

However, there are many kinds of continuation of glory.

"Father, your name is the Old God. ”

"And I, also known as the Old God. ”

"You're an old god!"

"I am, the god of the ancient family!"

Since then, the name of the ancient gods will once again resound in the land of the Eight Desolations!

The Old God looked back.

These eighteen horsemen were left to him by his father.

Eighteen people in all generations.

Never lost.

Everyone in the Great Xia Dynasty who knew about these eighteen horsemen.

It's not terrified!

Fengshan, in an instant!

The fat man took the lead.

"Those in front, get out of the way, otherwise, there will be no mercy!"

Sonorous, sonorous!

Eighteen people drew blood knives one after another.

Jian Laifeng was about to speak, but was interrupted.

"Who is so bold, threatening this sect master?"

Get out of the way.

"It's me!"

Blood opens the way.

A total of eighteen horsemen.

"Eighteen Riders of the Gods, have you heard of it?"

The fat man smiled at the sword.