Whether it's Chen Guo or that black-robed demon cultivator, in the end, they may just join in the fun. Seeing these two people at this time, Zhang Muliu felt that the one who had not shown up until now was the person who was most likely to win the treasure except for himself.

Who would have thought that there was another group of people?

The realm of these two people is not high, and they can't attract the attention of others, but the two little golden pills that people missed may be a turnaround in the end.

The blacksmith turned his head to look at it, smiled, and asked, "You said you wanted to make a calculation?"

Zhang Muliu bowed slightly, then turned his head to look at the old man with a pigeon squatting on his shoulder, and asked, "Can the iron coffin be beaten?"

The old man pretended to be panicked, turned his head to look at the owner of the wonton shop, and said with a smile: "Oh yo yo, did you hear me? This young man is really amazing, everyone is just meeting in Pingshui, he is going to think about supporting me for the elderly, alas, good man!"

This man didn't know where to bring an accent, as if the tip of his tongue was talking against his teeth, in the tone of a little man.

As the blacksmith gathered his tools, he smiled and said, "Didn't the old blind man tell you not to go out before the fifth of May?

Zhang Muliu walked over to the wonton stall with a smile, dropped three Tongbao coins, and a bowl of hot wontons was served in a short time.

The owner of the wonton stall didn't think there was anything abnormal, after all, this was Qucheng, and there were fights at both ends in three days, so it was no wonder. And these three people are all smiling when they talk, and they look like they have a good relationship, making fun of each other!

The swordsman took off the long sword behind his back and stuck it aside, took a bite of the wonton, and said with a smile: "Wrap the sky and the earth and cover all things, and wrap chaos." ”

The middle-aged boss handed over another bowl of soup with minced green onions, and said with a smile: "This son is too popular, I just rely on this skill to mix rice, but I can't do it." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled and didn't look up, "Are you thinking about grabbing the sword again?"

The old man teased the gray pigeon on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "That's not good, if some people don't know each other, their lives will be taken." ”

The blacksmith smiled slightly, walked over and asked for a bowl of wontons, and said while eating: "We have been guarding here for hundreds of years, and we can't let you benefit from fishermen, right?"

Zhang Muliu flicked You Fang with his fingers, and the sword body roared, "My long sword, although it is not on the sword list, is comparable to the top 100 on the sword list, if you want it, you can grab it, try it!"

The boss who was busy washing and washing his head kept shaking his head, and said in his heart that there were three braggarts again. I have been in this stall for decades, and I saw that the old man in the blacksmith shop opposite was gone, and his son came from afar to take over the hand, and now he told people that he had been guarding for hundreds of years, how old have you lived.

But ah, there are more people who like to brag these days, and last time I saw a poor boy, saying that he was the reincarnation of an immortal.

The old man's face was gloomy, this kid didn't eat hard and soft?

The old man passed over and sneered: "Young man, the one who carries the sword is not necessarily the sword immortal, we are all in the Jindan period, do you think you are the kind of genius who has no solution in the same realm?"

The young man took off the gourd, took a sip, and said to the blacksmith, "Do you think so too?"

The blacksmith smiled and said nothing, just munched on the wonton in the bowl.

Zhang Muliu picked up You Fang, held it in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully, and said softly: "Three questions, what is the treasure, what impact will it have on this side of the world after it is born, and who is the person behind you?"

The old man and the blacksmith looked at each other, and they both frowned.

Young people are looking for their own death!

The young man just dropped a few Tongbao coins and said lightly: "I invited this bowl of rice, is there sincerity?"

Rao is blacksmith, who had always been quite calm, was a little irritable, "Do you really want to die?"

Zhang Muliu smiled: "Then I'll invite you to eat something more delicious, what do you think?"

The two of them stood up together, their faces gloomy as water, and they were quite in a posture of getting started if they didn't agree with each other.

The green-shirted swordsman spoke indifferently and sat down. The old man and the blacksmith, along with the pigeon, were all limp and sat down on the bench.

At this moment, the faces of the two of them were only shocked.

When the sentence "sit down" exited, two five-colored sword qi instantly wrapped around the two people, and the radius of thirty zhang was all held by a sword qi cage, and the owner of the wonton stall made a water pouring action, and even the water beads hovered in mid-air.

The young man pointed and scribbled, and an invisible talisman was attached to the mortal man, which could offset the damage caused to him by this pause in a short time.

At the beginning, there was an epiphany at the foot of Sikui Mountain, and the biggest gain was the swordsmanship displayed at this time. It can also be regarded as a lower dantian, a kind of kendo magic power after the opening of the third Daqiao Ancient Xuan Palace.

Once opened, a radius of thirty feet paused.

Of course, it can only be used on monks who are in the same realm or whose realm is lower than their own and the difference in combat power is not too big. Of course, it can also be used by Mahayana monks during the Tribulation Period, but what good can it be?

The blacksmith was the first to walk out of the deterrence of this irrelevant realm, and although his legs were still paralyzed, he was finally able to speak.

This Jindan monk with excellent iron-striking skills looked at Zhang Muliu and said in a trembling voice: "Is it really a sword immortal?"

The old pigeon keeper also came back to his senses, looked at the stalled wonton shop owner, and said in a deep voice: "If you say it, you won't die?"

The older ones are more desperate.

Zhang Muliu replied: "The Sword Immortal is not counted, and the one who can brag about it is that he fought with two Crossing Monks, and he was lucky and survived." You can also try, and if you survive, you don't have to say anything. ”

As soon as the two of them heard this, their faces immediately turned like ashes, and some of the little Jiujiu who had planned to do so didn't dare to use them anymore.

Is it lucky to survive a fight with a catastrophe? Not to mention that the hand in front of me has already made people's hearts tremble, and if I try my best, will I have a sick brain?

The old man smiled slightly, where else did he have the previous look like looking at ants?

"You all think it's a treasure, but it's not, it's a hidden immortal mountain, maybe it's a broken secret realm. ”

Zhang Muliu nodded and said with a smile: "That's good, if I have to learn Luzhou's words, don't make noise if I can do it?"

The old man looked at the blacksmith, meaning that it was time for you to speak, and the pot had to be carried by two people.

Before the blacksmith spoke, Zhang Muliu took the lead and shook off a sword qi, and the blacksmith's body didn't move at all, just snorted and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The young man smiled and stretched out his hand, took out a piece of Eryu Jane from his hand, and said curiously: "Is it possible to smash this to inform the people behind you?" I said that you are really, suffering by yourself, and you have to pull the master behind you along?"

As he spoke, he handed the jade slip back, and said with a smile: "Come on, come on, crush it, someone is calling, and the four of us will be more lively." ”

The blacksmith sneered, and the jade slip shattered.

Zhang Muliu laughed, "Such an obedient person, what realm is the person behind you, crossing the tribulation, Mahayana, and immortal?"

The blacksmith was silent, and Zhang Muliu looked at the old man.

The old man smiled bitterly, and scolded the eighteenth generation of the blacksmith ancestor in his heart, "Hedao realm." ”

I saw that the green-shirted swordsman said with an extremely calm expression: "Are you going to scare me to death? ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the blacksmith again, and pointed to another sword qi, and then said with a smile: "The second question is still for you, where do you want to put our pigeon brother with such iron bones?"

As for the jade slip, naturally it can't be passed on. Unless Zhang Muliu is the kind of monk who has no power to parry, in this place where time is paused, even if there is a human voice, Zhang Muliu can dispel it.

The blacksmith wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately, and said coldly: "Once that treasure land is opened, this land within a radius of thousands of miles will no longer be the same as before, but will slowly revive the aura. ”

Zhang Muliu said with a smile: "The last question, let's talk about it." ”

The blacksmith frowned, saw that the man was making gestures again, sighed, and said helplessly: "It's Sima Zhuo, that is, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance." ”

It seemed that after finishing the words for the blacksmith, he would be hit by two swords, and the old man said first: "I think he wants to open up the kingdom, but in fact it is not, his eye-catching city lord's mansion is just a disguise." Sima Zhuo wanted to take advantage of the opening of the treasure land to enter, seize the opportunity, advance to the realm of refining the void in one fell swoop, and integrate this thousands of miles into one sect. ”

Seeing Zhang Muliu's puzzled face, the old man spoke again, "There is a treasure on his body, it is a belly pocket, and when he wears it, he is like a mortal, and he can't find it if he doesn't explore it carefully." ”

The blacksmith had already looked at the old man angrily, as if he were going to eat the traitor alive.

Zhang Muliu laughed, clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "This acting kung fu is really good, Zhang admires it!"

The young man's face suddenly sank, and a thunder prison was suspended in his hand between his hand, and the lightning rang out, and the explosion did not stop.

"So, is the person behind you really the black-robed demon cultivator or the most hidden monk of the Convergence Dao?"

Zhang Muliu couldn't stop laughing in his heart, didn't he solve the case?

The words of these two people must be true, and Sima Zhuo must have thought that these two people were his subordinates.

But there are two words in the world, which are called fine works.

The faces of the two changed drastically again, and the blacksmith finally stopped calming down, but wondered, "How did you guess?"

Zhang Muliu smiled, looked at the blacksmith like a fool, and said softly: "You guys are pouring dirty water on Sima Zhuo!"

After a pause, the young man asked, "Are there any conditions required to enter that treasure land?"

The old man smiled bitterly, "What else is there to hide now, entering the treasure land is a matter of luck, you have to make a move in that ring on the fifth day of the fifth month of the fifth month, as far as I know, as long as you win a game, you can enter the treasure land,"

Zhang Muliu nodded and said with a smile: "So, you are the subordinates of the black-robed demon cultivator?"

The two were silent, Zhang Muliu waved his hand to remove the swordsmanship, and the wonton stall owner was unaware of what had just happened to the other party, the water fell again, and the radius of thirty zhang returned to normal.

The young man with the sword on his back slowly got up and smiled indifferently, "You should report to the master first, and we'll see you on the fifth day of May." ”

With that, he turned his head and left, and the blacksmith and the old man looked at each other, and they both showed a strange smile.

Back in Mawei Lane, Chi Chun had already made a supper, Fang Shallot hadn't moved his chopsticks yet, but Mo Ming ate it very fragrantly.

Zhang Muliu told Fang Cai's matter, Fang Cong was not willing to use his brain to think about these things, and his brain hurt. However, Mo Ming frowned slightly, and said tentatively: "Do you really believe it?"

The young man smiled, threw You Fang to Fang Onion, and pouted, "I believe he is a ghost." ”

can guard a blacksmith shop for a hundred years, and go to great lengths to make people not suspicious, how can he defect so quickly? The one who is the father in the mouth of the owner of the wonton stall is estimated to be the same person as the son.

According to Zhang Muliu's estimate, the alliance leader had already guessed that he was not a Jindan monk, so he waited for himself to find the two of them, and then threw the pot to the black-robed man.

Zhang Muliu was panicked for the black-robed people.

The demon cultivator actually knew that Sima Zhuo was a monk, but he still pretended not to know, and he thought that those two people were his own people, and they were just doing fine work on Sima Zhuo's side.

But in fact, the blacksmith and the old man who kept pigeons were always just Sima Zhuo's men.

These two sides are meticulous, and Zhang Muliu almost catches the road.

It's just that after thinking about it, it is easy to find that a person who can guard the blacksmith shop for a hundred years can easily defect?

No matter who he is, he has an iron bone that only belongs to him in his heart, and many times it seems that he can't keep the secret, but in fact, it is just because that matter is not as heavy as the side in his heart.

Mo Ming smiled and said: "In that case, you want to go on stage to fight? I won't go, I'm not the time to rank among the refining voids now." ”

Fang Cong also shook his head, "I'm not going either, as a senior sister, if you leave the two junior brothers too far away, some of them are too unreasonable, master, if you want to go, you can go by yourself." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled, why didn't Mo Ming go, he didn't know, why didn't Fang Cong go, but he was clear.

Xiao Nizi doesn't want to be promoted too quickly, and is afraid that her realm will be higher, what if she is in the same realm as her master?

In fact, Fang Onion's qualifications are excellent, but he didn't like to cultivate in the past, and he inadvertently arrived at Yuanying, and his foundation was extremely unstable. What Zhang Muliu is doing is to force out the medicinal effects of the heavenly treasures she ate, re-consolidate the foundation, and when she enters the Yuan Infant again, Fang Onion will become a sword cultivator, maybe it can be the kind of sword cultivation that comes out of nothing.

Therefore, if you don't go, you won't go, and there's nothing to regret. Besides, Zhang Muliu didn't want to take Fang Onion with him, because who knows if there is any danger in that treasure land? If Xiao Nizi is a little injured, who will reason with him? I'm afraid that I will die of shame.

As for myself, I didn't worry about any danger at all, what people said about the moldy god is my own, whether I can gain anything and don't say, I must be able to pull others into the water.

In his lifetime, he can still play a martial arts conference, and Zhang Muliu thinks it is very good.

When I was a child, where did I know what immortals and ghosts were? What I wanted to think about most was that when I grew up, I would fly on the wall, float on the water, and walk the rivers and lakes side by side in the book.

As a child, Zhang Muliu was fascinated by all this.

Later, he became a monk in a daze, but he lost a lot of the fun he should have had. Fortunately, on the long journey, there will be one more person after one less, and the scenery on the road is either crying or sweet, and strangers are never lonely.

A green shirt turned into a white shirt and suddenly disappeared.

Mo Ming took a chopstick dish and said helplessly: "Why did you go again?"

Fang Cong pursed his lips, "Where do I know where to go, Uncle Mo really thinks I'm a roundworm in the master's stomach?"

Mo Ming finished his words, talking to this master and apprentice, he suffered a loss. I can't help but give you an uncle, can you stand it?

Zhang Muliu hid in the unconfused Xu Tiandi, and the jade pendant that had been hanging on his chest suddenly shone brightly, Zhang Muliu was extremely nervous, could it be that something happened to Qiushui?

Just as he was frowning, the jade pendant was like molting, and a layer of white shell slowly shattered, turning into a blue gem with a light blue color and rippling water.

The young man withdrew without confusion, and looked up and laughed.

Fang Cong hurriedly went over and touched Zhang Muliu's forehead, and said in his heart, is the master stupid?

Zhang Muliu waved his hand and rewarded the girl with a chestnut, and said with a smile: "Good news for you." ”

The girl pouted and muttered, "The good news is still beating me!"

A young man dressed in white, with a hosta on his head, engraved "Autumn water is here", a wine gourd hanging around his waist, and a pair of black cloth shoes.

He laughed and said, "Your master has become a sword immortal. ”

............

The City Lord's Mansion in Qucheng is a little lively today, in a secret room, Sima Zhuo, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, is sitting on it with a frown, and there is an old man with a pigeon squatting on his shoulder, standing side by side with a middle-aged blacksmith, with a smile on his face.

The blacksmith smiled and said, "That person must think that he is so smart, and Luo Yu has decided this pot." ”

The old man also kept smiling, "Thanks to that man's brain, otherwise we will have one more enemy!" The lord didn't see it, that man seemed to be able to kill us with a look, to put it mildly, if the lord faced him, there was not much chance of winning." ”

Sima Zhuo rubbed two big iron balls in his hands, but he didn't smile much, but frowned and said in a deep voice: "He said that he fought with two Crossing Monks and survived? And he is a sword cultivator himself?"

The blacksmith nodded and said with a wry smile: "That terrifying sword qi is still rushing wantonly in my body, where can ordinary people have this kind of aura." ”

The alliance leader pondered for a moment and said with a smile, "If that's the case, then you'll be a little too early to be happy. ”

The two people below looked puzzled, and Sima Zhuo continued: "If you can find us with this clue, and don't take the monk of the Harmony Dao in your eyes at all, can this kind of person be deceived by our little tricks?" It's just that since he hasn't exposed it, and he has the heart to enter the treasure land, then we might as well join forces with him, if there is really any treasure, give it to him, and he can still snatch the treasure land?"

This Sima League master looked very far away, and everyone else thought that he wanted to open the country, but in fact he wanted to seize the treasure. When others thought that he wanted to seize the treasure, they found out that he had originally drawn a mountain sect within a radius of thousands of miles.

The blacksmith asked, "Where is Luo Yu?"

Sima Zhuo smiled indifferently, "Tell him everything that happened, even the fact that I wanted to join forces with that sword immortal, tell him." If he had the ability to get the old Jiao on the island in the east to help, that would be his ability, but I really don't think that a dying old dragon can do anything to that young man. ”

Being able to escape under the hands of the robber is a bit of a joke for anyone, but Sima Zhuo believes that it is true.

On and off the mountain, there is a young swordsman who sells his reputation and reputation, the swordsman is called Zhang Muliu, and the sword cultivator who appears here is called Zhang Beigu.

Both of them believe in Zhang, they are both swordsmen, is it so coincidental?

Sima Zhuo, who had been in the ice field north of Juluzhou for a hundred years, would not think that a young monk who had gone down to Doubing City and beheaded dozens of demons would be like the legend.

The alliance leader said to himself, "I'm not a good person, but I'm willing to do something for this world." ”

There is also a place full of iron plaques in the ice field, in that cold and frozen place, mortals have to take a stick to pee, but the dense iron plaques never freeze, and under the cold wind, the jingle bell does not stop.

In Sima Zhuo's heart, good people, bad people, but anyone who has been in the border city is considered a fierce person.

And those monks of all colors who died on the battlefield, he was willing to call them seniors.

Some people die before me, some people die after me, and I am the only one who lives in the world, shouldn't I do something for this world?

Sima Zhuo smiled: "That young man, I can't beat it." But I think we'll be good friends. ”

............

On the fifth day of the fifth month of May, the martial arts conference began.

There was a light rain in the early morning of this day, and before dawn, Chi Huang had already gotten up to practice the knife, but halfway through the practice, he put away the long knife. He took a bag from his house and put it at the door of Chi Chun, which contained his life savings.

Walking to Zhang Muliu's door, the swordsman raised his hand and put it down, turned his head away with a wry smile, took a deep breath and prepared to go out.

A young woman dressed in black pushed open the door, looked at the burden on the ground, and said angrily: "What's the hurry? If you die, someone has to collect the body, right?"

Chi Huang smiled bitterly: "I've been very obedient as an elder brother for so many years, just let me be disobedient once." ”

The two young men in white had been sitting in the pavilion drinking tea for some time, the tea set was Mo Ming's, and the tea was also Mo Ming's, but it was estimated that after drinking, they would all become Zhang Muliu's.

Fang Cong didn't carry the sword box today, and carried Qingbai behind her alone, and a bamboo scabbard rubbed her extremely bright.

Zhang Muliu finished drinking the tea, a little polite, and said with a smile: "Brother Mo's purple sand tea set is really good, if I have this tea set, I still drink a fart wine." ”

The corners of Mo Ming's mouth twitched, and he watched the young man who was also in white take away the bowl and the fragrant cup, and said angrily: "What's the use of leaving a fair pot and cup for me?" ”

The young man with the hosta laughed and said that it was embarrassing, Brother Mo was really atmospheric.

After collecting the tea set, the tea naturally didn't run.

One step out of the pavilion, Fang Cong held You Fang with both hands, Zhang Muliu tied the leather sheath obliquely behind his back, looked at Chi Huang, and chuckled: "I haven't participated in the martial arts conference since I'm so big, I'm going to fight, can I do it?"

Chi Huang smiled on his face, and said in his heart that before he died, he saw this senior master make a move, and he could be regarded as a well-deserved death.

"Childe, please. ”

The ring has already been prepared, and the seats of those martial arts Taishan have already been placed, and in the middle is the position of Sima Zhuo, the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Zhang Muliu was dressed in white and carried a sword, and slowly walked into the square, and the old pigeon keeper who set up the stall saw it from afar, pulled the corners of his mouth and hurriedly turned his head.

The evil star has come.

The blacksmith squatted on the steps not far away, holding a handful of chestnuts and eating them with relish, with a similar expression as the old man.

The two young Zhuji stood at the front, and the young man pouted his mouth and communicated to his senior sister, "I really can't figure it out, so let's come and see the monkey?"

A blind Taoist walked over with a frown, and said in a deep voice to Zhang Muliu, "You're really not afraid of death?"

Zhang Muliu smiled indifferently and slowly squeezed forward.

The blind Daoist glared at Fang Cong, and the former immediately frowned.

This girl has such a strong sword intent.

After a few drums, the eight old men and Sima Zhuo walked to the high platform together, and the martial arts alliance leader slowly walked to the front, although he was middle-aged, he had the aura of a king and could not be underestimated.

Sima Zhuo found Zhang Muliu in the crowd and smiled at him. The white-clothed swordsman smiled back.

This middle-aged man, who may change from the leader of the alliance to the sect master, stepped out, scanned the square with a smile, and then said loudly:

"Martial Arts Conference, Kai. ”