The wind was blowing and the clouds were flying.

The Holy Land of Cloud Caves, since its birth, the rivers and lakes have been surging, and the people in it are always the most mysterious and difficult to provoke.

The Holy Land of Cloud Cave is a place where wind and clouds rise together, and it is also a place where heroes gather.

Today, it's frost.

It's cold.

Luoxia Valley, Lixi County, where the Cloud Cave Holy Land is located, is home to new and old Jianghu people, and the heroes gather.

Leader, Nangong Shen, Wu Cao, Wu Ming, Zhang Ran.

In the second place, more than 20 heroes such as Huangfu Yi, Xuanyuan Ming, Ye Chen, Situ Xi, Murong Yulan, and Nangong Qingfeng were lined up.

This was followed by a group of hermit predecessors.

One hundred and seven in total.

There are more old people than newcomers, but their spirit has not diminished at all.

Everyone is silent, and everything is silent.

At noon, Nangong Shen took a step forward and said loudly, "Nangong Shen led all the grandmasters to come and ask. ”

The sound rolled until it reached Baili.

The glowing Luoxia Valley was calm, and no one answered.

Xuanyuan Ming stationed the long stick on the ground, and cracks spread from under the long stick, and he laughed, "Don't say a word, doesn't Yunxia Holy Land raise a group of grandchildren?"

Huangfu Yiban leaned on the chain gun and drank a big sip of wine, his body swayed with the wind, but he didn't fall down, and laughed heartily, "Maybe it's drunk, seniors might as well give them some time." ”

Ye Chen smiled, and at some point, he smoothed the wine in Huangfu Yi's hand, and raised his head to take a big sip, "Give the fart time, maybe you will be scared to be a turtle with a shrunken head inside." ”

Huangfu Yi glared and said, "You kid, your hands are not honest. ”

Ye Chen hurriedly dodged to the side, "It's all at this time, if there is no wine, the juniors will not be happy." ”

Wu Ming turned his head and said, "Then don't you score?"

Ye Chen laughed, "Senior, please." ”

The jar of wine was thrown into the air in an instant.

A stream of light shot out of the valley.

Wu Ming turned the handle of the knife in his hand.

The streamer and the handle of the knife collided, and instantly shot back, becoming a waterfall of powder in the glow.

Zhang Ran hahaha, "Yo, it turns out that I wanted to invite you into the urn." ”

Wu Cao took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "Why don't you let me try the sword first." ”

Zhang Ran immediately slapped his palms, "Old ghost, just wait for your words." ”

Wu Ke didn't respond, but just stepped forward again.

There was the sound of swords in heaven and earth, and the sound was in the ears.

A sword passed.

Silent.

The glow of the sun stagnated slightly, and it dimmed a little in an instant.

Situ Xi smiled slightly, stepped forward and said, "The juniors are good at long-range attacks, you might as well let the juniors give it a try." ”

Wu Ming nodded and said, "Please." ”

Situ Xi's tail finger bent, hooked a string, and suddenly tore it off.

The glow dimmed a little again.

A trace of scarlet oozed from the corner of Situ Xi's mouth.

Nangong Shen, who had been silent, suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head to look, and the blind female pianist, who had always closed her eyes, smiled slightly and shook her head gently.

Nangong Shen closed his eyes again and was silent.

At the end of the line, an old man with pale hair walked tremblingly, holding a bag of buns in his arms and munching slowly.

The people present were all great masters with good skills, and for such an old man with heavy steps, he could naturally see it from a distance and look at it together.

The old man was not in a hurry, but still walked slowly and ate.

In fact, less than a mile away, the old man had already walked for nearly a stick of incense.

Fortunately, it's close now.

In front of the team, the old man still did not mean to report his home, but went forward.

No one stopped it, because there was no need, so many masters were there, and if you did it, you would be looking for death.

The old man continued to move forward, and finally stopped in front of Nangong Shen and held Situ Xi's hand pulling the second string.

Nangong Shen opened his eyes.

The old man smiled slightly, "On that day, at the Dragon Festival, ten grandmasters joined forces to ask one hundred and eight innate peak junjies. Today, it should be one hundred and eight Jianghu grandmasters who have joined forces, Chen Runqing is not coming, I am Nan Ke. ”

Nangong was stunned, and suddenly his face was solemn, and he was deeply moved.

Wu Ming, Wu Ke, and Zhang Ran also followed.

Everyone followed suit.

There are dreamers in the rivers and lakes, chasing dreams all their lives, only shooting once in their lives, and a dream is a lifetime.

The old man waved his hand and smiled, "I have traveled south and north for most of my life, and I still like the rivers and lakes when I was young, so it's worth it." ”

He walked slowly into the valley.

One hundred and seven people watched, their faces calm.

Since I have come here, I have long been out of the way of life and death.

There was a loud bang in the valley, smoke and dust everywhere, countless sand and stones intertwined with the glow, and it seemed that fireworks were twilight.

It's a pity to be splendid.

Then, everything was calm.

In the smoke and dust, dozens of young people in white clothes slowly appeared.

One stepped forward and said in a loud voice, "Who wants to ask?" ”

Zhang Ran laughed, "This time, let me come first, how about it?"

......

On the lake in September, it is also a grand event.

The Ethereal Boy and the Poplar Alliance leader meet in a battle.

Almost all the forces of the rivers and lakes gathered in this September Lake.

The combat power of the ethereal son is a mysterious existence in the rivers and lakes, as for Bai Wutian, a few days ago, he challenged the major forces in the rivers and lakes in turn, domineering and strong, deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Not to mention that this battle decided the fate of the Poplar League, just the curiosity of the Jianghu people about the combat power of these two people was enough for them to gather here.

Everyone knows that there is a huge reef erected next to the lake in September, but its name is not September, but the sun.

The name is strange, and it's even stranger here, but it's here, and there are two quaint characters written on it: Calling the Sun.

No adulteration.

At this time, Bai Wutian stood on this famous stone with his hands in his hands.

His face was calm, his eyes were straight ahead, and there was no hint of nervousness.

No matter whether he wins or loses, he will not lose, as for the so-called prestige, he never pays attention to the people here, what do you want them to worship?

So he didn't have to rush at all.

At this time, the sky above the lake in September was high and crisp, and the sky was cloudless, which was a rare good day.

The sun shifted overhead from the east, shining brighter and brighter, and the September Lake sparkled as if there were crystals hidden in it, sparkling brightly.

A distant eagle roared out.

A little white dot came from afar, getting bigger and bigger.

Bai Wutian felt something, and looked up at the white dot slightly.

The white dot became clear, and it was actually a snow sculpture.

Someone on the snow sculpture laughed loudly, "I heard that there is a grand event in the Luoxia Valley not far away, can the Lord of the White Alliance be interested in going and watching it together?"

There was an uproar on the lake in September.

Luoxia Valley is thousands of miles away from here, it is a thousand miles of horses, and it will take a day, how can there be a saying that it is not far away.

Bai Wutian curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and then replied loudly, "Why not." ”

The man on the snow sculpture laughed, "Refreshing." ”

Snow sculptures swoop down.

On the Calling Sun Reef, people walked simply to the extreme.

The snow sculpture is like a white cloud, slowly gone.

On the lake in September, it was almost noisy.

The Drifting Boy and the Poplar Alliance Leader played the entire rivers and lakes, which was even more lively than the battle between the two.

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