Just when the knife took the soft little girl up the mountain, the two girls of the underworld happened to be able to rush nearby, and happened to see the knife carrying a lost hostage behind it, but a few wild thieves were there, although they would not lose if they moved, but it would definitely cause a lot of movement. Although the two of them have practiced martial arts since childhood, they are now good at martial arts, but they are also weak in the face of such a behemoth as the Tibetan Military Gate, and they can only watch the little girl with the knife carrying the hostage to climb up to Wolong Mountain.

"How about it, do it?" Chang Ming is about to move, now it's hard to do it at the foot of the mountain, but when he goes up the mountain, the guy who is carrying the little girl with a hostage is alone, and when the time comes, the two of them will deal with one person, as long as they are ruthless and fast, there is a high probability that they will be able to kill the guy before he makes a move, besides, the martial arts practiced by the two daughters of the Netherworld itself is mainly based on assassination and assassination, this Wolong Mountain is surrounded by greenery, strange rocks, and there are many places where you can take advantage of the situation, just for the second daughter to play.

However, Chang You disagreed, and his embroidered eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Be careful, there are many villagers in this Wolong Mountain who rely on the mountains and rivers, in case the wind is revealed, is it possible that you still want to slaughter the village?"

"Slaughtering the village is slaughtering the village, and it's not that I haven't done it before. Chang Ming didn't care: "With those ordinary people in Wolong Mountain, where is the opponent of our sisters?"

Chang Youqing pointed at Chang Ming's head: "You are sober, this is Wolong Mountain, and the Tibetan Soldier Gate is on the top of the mountain, if you really annoy the Tibetan Soldier Gate, the two of us can kill ourselves, so as not to drag down the master, did you just see someone in the car again?"

Chang Ming shook his head: "I didn't pay attention, but looking at the appearance of these people, even if there is no one in the car, there must be something very important, we ...... See?"

Chang You shook his head, his face was ugly: "If that woman is in the car, it's okay, if you go up the mountain with them...... Hey, how much did you give that woman?"

Chang Ming also understood, and was a little nervous: "To ...... Lethal dose, but probably not, right?"

......

At this time, the dishes were served out one after another, and there was laughter and laughter in the Tibetan Soldier Gate, which was very lively, and directly opposite the banquet table was the room where the ancestors of the past dynasties were placed in the Tibetan Soldier Gate.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The ancient huge bronze bell made a heavy and distant sound when it was knocked a few times on the sand thousand feet, overshadowing the laughter and laughter of the audience, and the disciples of the Tibetan Soldier Sect also converged when they heard this bell, tidied up their clothes and faces, and quickly came to the door of the house where the tablets of the ancestors of the past dynasties were placed, and arranged according to their respective levels.

The old head came to the door of the room where the tablet was placed in the company of Du Wusheng, the height of the room was several steps from the ground, the old head was condescending, and at a glance he could see the disciples of the Tibetan Soldier Sect below, and standing in front of the disciples were Guo Ye and Guo Wei who were wearing red and white robes.

The old boss opened the door under the eyes of everyone.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, just a table, there are several tablets on the table, among which there are ancestors of the past dynasties, and there are also disciples who have traveled to the rivers and lakes to die, but the highest position is a painting, in the painting, a man is half wearing half a set of shoes on his feet, leaning on the mountain rock, his cheeks are slightly red, holding a huge wine jar, his eyes are misty looking ahead, the painter is exquisite, especially the pair of eyes are particularly charming, like a real person, so that the person who looks at the painting and his eyes will can't help but look away.

Several of the tablets look brand new.

The spiritual position of Hu Yuanshan, a disciple of the Tibetan Soldiers' Sect.

The spiritual position of Chen Zhuhai, a disciple of the Tibetan Soldiers' Sect.

The spiritual position of Nie Yiming, a disciple of the Tibetan Soldier Sect.

The spiritual position of Du Qianchou, a disciple of the Tibetan Soldier Sect.

Seeing the spiritual position of his disciple and his nephew, Du Wusheng's Adam's apple agitated up and down, his eyes turned red uncontrollably, and he hissed: "Sacrifice!"

The disciples of the Tibetan Soldier Sect bowed neatly to the tablet table.

There is no huge ceremony, there is no excessive red tape, everything is simple, but the atmosphere of the scene is solemn and depressing.

"The person who painted that picture is not simple. Bai Xiaosheng saw the painting: "The person in the painting should be Guo Biting, the patriarch of the Tibetan Soldier Gate, and the painter of this painting must have a great relationship with the patriarch of the Tibetan Soldier Gate, otherwise as the ancestor of the faction, he would not let this portrait of himself drunk and exposed be placed here." ”

......

"If you kid can't drink it, don't drink it. How old a person is, drinking and still holding the wine jar and going crazy. ”

"Phew! my ...... That's called spontaneity!"

"Come on, come on, next time you're drunk, I'll draw it for you, so you can see what you look like. ”

......

"Ninth Division, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back this time, if you can get lucky enough to go back, remember to find a way to help me collect my body and bury me on that mountain. ”

"Phew, you stinky crow's mouth, none of us can die!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

......

"Ninth Division, what do you think I should practice?"

"You don't practice anything, why don't you have something else?"

"Something else?"

"I think the big sleeves of running the rivers and lakes are quite suitable for you. ”

......

"Ninth Division, look at my self-created sleeve skill!"

“...... You're hiding your blade like this, and you're not afraid of piercing yourself?"

"Practice more, you can help me choose a name. ”

"What's the name, I'm afraid that your kung fu is not only the iron sleeve that can hold it, just call the iron sleeve gong. ”

......

"Why don't you come and be the head?"

"I'm the head of the sect you created? Don't be funny. ”

"Then we should all be in charge?"

"Joke, the most taboo thing for a force is that there are two voices, and if you want to split the sect in the future, you can make it hard. ”

"That deputy boss! I can't shirk it anymore! Otherwise, I'll dig your grave when you sleep! Drag you to the mourning hall where I hide the soldiers!"

"You're a person?"

"Say no!"

......

The shopkeeper stood at the door of the house, looking at the portrait, this portrait was painted by the shopkeeper for the ancestor of the Tibetan Soldier Gate, but he didn't expect him to hang it here. Playing with the token of the deputy head of the Tibetan Soldier Gate in his hand, the shopkeeper grinned.

Since we are old people, we can't watch being bullied, but we are also elders, so we should come out or have to take the lead.

......

"It has been fifteen years since I closed the mountain of the Tibetan Soldier Gate!" The old master's voice was loud: "In the past fifteen years, I have been waiting for an opportunity! Enough for an opportunity for me to hide the military gate and Wolong out of the mountain!" The old master's face was full of red light: "Today, this opportunity has finally arrived!"

As he spoke, the old master stretched out his hand, and the disciples of the Tibetan Soldier Sect spontaneously separated a road and came out, the shopkeeper walked out, the deputy head token hung on his waist, and the bronze token was in the eyes of the disciples.

The shopkeeper stood beside the old boss, running with blood and energy, urging the power to spit out words like thunder:

"Today!Hide the Soldiers!Close the Mountain!Lift the ——"

"Dismiss—"

“——”

The echo lingered in Wolong Mountain, a village in Wolong Mountain, the old and young put down the work in their hands, looked at the direction of the top of Wolong Mountain, and burst into tears.

At the foot of Wolong Mountain, several wren eagles spread out in all directions like arrows from the string.

I believe that in a few days, the news of the opening of the Tibetan military gate will definitely spread throughout the rivers and lakes.