"Emei is looking for joy here, and the idle people are waiting to retreat!"

The sound is like a bell, and the word "Emei" represents authority and domineering.

Three immortal gates, three behemoths, they have always been accustomed to being high above and manipulating everything behind the scenes. Now appears in Xiaonanhai and shows his identity, which means that the son of Xunhuan is determined to win the flying sword.

"Damn Emei, didn......'t they come to find the Dragon Cave Secret?

One said hatefully.

"Isn't it, the dignified immortal sect, the three dignified sons, still have to compete with us for food, don't you lose your share?"

Someone chimed in.

One person sneered: "Hmph, the weak eat the strong, it has always been like this." Do you think that the Xianmen will be noble and selfless, and they will be upright? ”

"Silence, you all think you're dying for a long time, aren't you? Behind the back, the Xianmen was heard by the son of Xunhuan, see how you die. ”

Hearing this, everyone's hearts were cold, and they no longer spoke, and rowed their boats one after another, far away from the painting boat of the son of Xunhuan, for fear of suffering from the disaster of the pond fish.

The sword light appeared through the water before, and the movement was not small, not only the sword seekers in the Xiaodonghai saw it, but many people in Nanhai County were also alarmed, and they jumped in one after another, rushing to come, and it didn't take long for the lake shore to be full of people.

They don't have boats.

Several docks have been built on the shore, and many small boats have long been leased.

These docks all have a common boss, and the flying swords are moving, and the guys guarding the dock hurriedly tell the boss that tonight's income is definitely considerable. It's just that if the flying sword is taken away, it also means that the business has come to an end.

I couldn't rent a boat, and the people who arrived were not anxious, but many of them decisively flew into the water.

It is not difficult for a cultivated monk to learn to swim, and they have a long breath and can sneak underwater for a long time.

The flying sword was originally sunk at the bottom of the lake, and if the scope can be delineated, people in the water can fish in troubled waters.

Many people have this thought, although the fairy gate is terrible, but the fairy fate is more attractive, and it is worth giving it a go.

So, one by one, the figures fell into the water like dumplings.

"Damn trash fish!"

On the painting boat, Gu Gong obviously noticed this movement. Showing the name of "Emei", these people still don't know how to retreat when they know the difficulty, and they are really asking for their own death.

The boy who was sitting in the painting boat was even more unhappy, and the fingers of his left hand gently stroked a jasper wrench on the thumb of his right hand. Those who know him well know that this is a sign that he is going to be angry and ready to kill.

Three miles is not far away, and it won't take long for the painting boat to arrive.

Gu Gong, who was standing at the bow of the boat, looked up and couldn't help but be stunned, because he saw that a black canopy boat had already stopped there.

At this time, although some monks were unwilling to give up, they basically chose to dive, so there were almost no boats close to it on the huge lake.

Except for the one in front of you.

Could it be that someone else has already taken the lead?

Gu Gong sighed in his heart: In fact, this flying sword is dispensable for his son, but he has already spoken before, and it is bound to win, if it fails, it will be tantamount to being slapped in the face, not only in the face of the son, but also in the face of Emei. If it is preached, it will damage the façade.

Such a thing must not happen.

Seeing the awning boat, Huo Ran, the son of Xunhuan, got up and stared at the person sitting on the bow of the awning boat with burning eyes.

This person is dressed in a green shirt and wears a wide hat, covering his face densely, without the slightest clue, and looks mysterious.

Gu Gong asked in a deep voice, "Who is Your Excellency?"

However, the other party did not respond, still sitting on the bow of the boat and not moving, as if staring at the lake, stunned.

"Look for death!"

Suffering contempt, Gu Gong's heart was on fire, his eyes were condensed, and under his thoughts, the lake water under the canopy boat opposite gurgled as if it had been boiled, and the next moment it was about to tumble and swallow up the canopy boat.

At that moment, the mysterious man stood up, quite tall and tall, with a sword behind him, which was so long that it was almost as tall as him.

This station is like a 10,000-pound weight on a canopy boat, suppressing the lake that is about to boil.

Bang!

Gu Gong staggered, and his eyes flashed with shock. The other party had already broken his method with an understatement, causing him to suffer some backlash and make his breath chaotic.

"Kunlun listens to the rain!"

But the boy recognized it.

The three sons of Xianmen, who became famous in the Xianmen Conference, as the most outstanding representatives of the new generation, they are highly valued by the teachers and are regarded as the most likely to be promoted to human immortals, and can successfully soar to the handsome - then again, for some reason, in fact, no one has been promoted to immortals for some years.

It is the emergence of the three sons that pinned the hope of the immortals. Among them, Emei seeks joy, the most flamboyant personality, and behaves perversely, while the flowers of Xiaoleiyin Temple are indifferent and quiet; as for Kunlun's listening to the rain, it is the most mysterious, wearing a hat all the year round - the hat is not an extraordinary product, it is a blessing-level magic weapon, which can isolate outsiders from prying eyes.

The name of "Childe" is not actually what they boast of, but taken by the outside world, the original life of the son of Huan "Li Hongchen", when he goes in and out, there are always groups of beautiful women around him, looking for pleasure, so he got this number;

As the saying goes: a person's name, the shadow of a tree, many times, when the nickname is called, the real name is ignored.

At the Xianmen Conference, the strength of the three princes was equal, forming a tie, and their cultivation of the Dao system also had their own characteristics, the empty seal was pure meditation, Li Hongchen cultivated double swordsmanship, and Tang Tingyu was a sword cultivator.

Perhaps, this is one of the main reasons why Tang Tingyu appeared here, as a sword cultivator, how could he not be interested in the flying sword left by Zhao Lingtai?

Li Hongchen stared at him and said slowly: "You are really here too!"

Tang Tingyu spoke, his voice was slightly low and hoarse, and he felt a little unreal: "Emei and Xiaoleiyin Temple are here, how can Kunlun be left behind?"

"So, you're going to fight me?"

Li Hongchen's tone was not good.

"Heh, it's not me fighting with you, it's you who are going to rob me. Don't forget, I'm here first. ”

Tang listened to the rain's voice fluttering.

Li Hongchen knew that the other party's voice was affected by the magic weapon hat, and it was not the original sound at all.

"Okay, farewell to the fairy gate, after a few years in a hurry, I'll try it to see how much progress you have made. ”

As he spoke, Li Hongchen flicked his sleeves, and the person floated up, like a vigorous bird, rushing towards the canopy boat, and the person was in the air, and the voice rose again: "The bet contract remains the same, if I win, you will take off the hat, let me see 'Kunlun who listens to the rain all night', what kind of peerless face it is!"