A small table of eight immortals, a few wooden stools, and two bowls of coarse tea, but sitting opposite is shocking.

"Have you heard? There are immortals in our Qingshang City. In the teahouse, someone at the table on the side whispered, as if he was afraid that the louder voice would disturb the immortals.

"What is this, today in Qingshang City, but an immortal died. The person across from him said disdainfully.

"Wang Mazi, don't talk nonsense. How could he believe that it would be amazing enough for an immortal to appear.

"Don't believe me, my cousin saw it with his own eyes. The person known as Wang Mazi immediately became a little anxious.

Everyone knew that he had a cousin who was on an errand in the City Lord's Mansion, and his words immediately attracted everyone's attention, and people kept asking questions.

According to him, one person stepped on the white dragon and held the blue light sword, and the other stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds, and his body was covered with thunder, in my opinion, it should be Lei Gong. Wang Mazi's eyebrows fluttered when he was surrounded by everyone, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Hehe, senior treacher, you have become Lei Gong. Hearing their words, a black-clothed man spoke.

The old man in a shabby robe who sat on the other side only smiled slightly at these words, and did not speak, after thousands of situations in the world, how could he worry about mundane things, just let him go, what he said was what it was.

The two of them are the masters of Wang Dao and Zhao Tianlang, he was originally going back, but who expected to be pulled into this teahouse.

The first time I saw this old man, it was fifteen years ago, he was just a teenager, and he admired it at that time, what a high spirit.

Now goodbye, the man is no longer what he used to be, with gray hair and a little rickety, which is really sad.

"Wang boy, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, I'm afraid that you can be among the top twenty martial artists in the world. The old man said.

"Even if it's the best in the world, it's not just a matter of picking it up in front of you. "It's not just empty words, that's the reality.

"You're wrong, do you think it's better than the martial artist or the immortal?" the old man asked.

"Of course, the immortals are superior. He replied truthfully.

"Otherwise, the immortals will suppress the martial artists, and the martial artists can also slaughter the immortals. The old man said, this is beyond the knowledge of Wang Dao.

Not only him, but I'm afraid everyone thinks that immortals are high up in the hearts of ordinary people, and they are worshiped by people.

Martial artists are not, they are just ordinary people with some kung fu, and they eat, drink, and sleep in the same way, and they are just ordinary people in the final analysis.

"Take that second in the world as an example, I'm afraid that even if the three immortals join forces, they can't beat him. The old man continued.

A lake and river meet a reef, the second stone in the world, Ji Ke, this person is called two, who dares to call one in the world, and suppress the entire rivers and lakes.

Listening to his words, Wang Dao didn't speak, but there was some blood boiling in his heart, that Jiang Zhongshi has always been his target, although he had been highly estimated before, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

One person can defeat the three immortals, I am afraid that except for the shabby Taoist robe sitting opposite, there is no third person in the world.

"I wonder what happened to the seniors this time?" asked Wang Dao, he didn't believe that such a big man was just there to make small talk to him.

"I want you to go to Quzhou to help him complete the great cause. The old man took a sip of tea and spoke.

"The Mo family has long had a rule that they will never meddle in worldly affairs, and I am afraid it will not be as the predecessors intended. Wang Dao replied that he had made an exception this time.

"Besides, I'm a mere martial artist, how can I influence the general trend of the world?" he continued.

"What bullshit rules, you just do what I say, don't pay attention to the rest, let Mo Zizhai come to me if there is anything. The old man said, although it is no longer what it used to be, but the domineering has entered the bones, even if it is an existence like a giant of the Mo family, he does not disdain it.

"Forgive me. Wang Dao refused again.

"Within five years, I will give you the strength to fight the second battle in the world. The old man said that this was his price, just waiting for him to make a choice.

Under the city of Quzhou.

The alliance of the five armies has been exhausted, and now it has clashed under the city, and I don't know how many dense arrows have been shot out, and the ground is full of corpses.

But the enemy is still not afraid of death, and he is desperate to attack the city gate, and his determination can be seen that Quzhou will be taken in this battle.

"My lord, I'm running out of arrows. On the city wall, a soldier said to Fu Junqing.

Not only arrows, hot oil and rocks, everything that can be used is now basically consumed, only the military spirit is still resolute.

"Everyone, get ready to go out of the city to meet the enemy. "He gave the order, as a last resort.

There are more than 300 soldiers in Quzhou City, and the situation today is even more severe than that day in Houcheng, and the only way to do so is to die.

The sunset is blood-red, just like the day of Yellowstone Mountain, the figure looking back is still tragic, and the person looking back has become the protagonist today.

"Wan Yingtian is here, and he will give Lao Tzu to lead his death. ”

Just as they were desperate, a familiar voice came, and then they saw a group of people coming from all directions, and that man, riding in the dust, rushed to the front.

Seeing him, the corners of his mouth hung up on the city wall, and with him, Quzhou was destined to be safe today.

"When are you still pretending. Fu Junqing muttered, looking at the scoundrels in the bluestone alley, and now there are some people who look like dogs.

"Get out of the city and kill the enemy. He gave the order, although it was the same as last time, but the mood was completely different, this time, it was really a kill.

The two armies clashed, the horses neighed, and the weapons collided to send out a crisp figure, but it did bring bursts of wails and blood all over the ground.

Seeing this situation, Fan Xun couldn't help but sigh, it seemed that the sky was about to be destroyed.

But it is impossible to sit still, only the ghost under the knife, there is no kneeling person, he is a fan training, a horse all his life, how can he ever be afraid of death.

Under his command, more than 3,000 horses and horses were orderly and constantly cutting horizontally and vertically, forming encirclements one after another, and destroying many enemies.

Of course, Zhao Tianlang is not a vegetarian, although he is a new recruit on the battlefield, he has a ravine in his heart, and he immediately adapted to the situation on the battlefield.

In the face of the enemy's encirclement, he counter-encircled, and the two sides came and went, and one by one the soldiers were cut down like wheat harvesting.

Wan Er kept swinging the knife, every time he fell, the enemy died, he had already killed the red eye, how could there be any mercy, in the battlefield, there was no room for the slightest soft-heartedness.

Who knows, the bluestone alley echoes with the sunset, unusually beautiful, a woman is standing at the door, listening to the fight outside the city, only silently praying, praying that the people in their hearts can be safe.

Gradually, the voice of the soldiers became quieter, and the victory or defeat had been decided.

Not surprisingly, Quzhou won a great victory, and most of the remaining enemy troops were surrendered.

"General Fan, let's surrender too. Seeing that there were enemy troops all around, one of the few people left said.

"That's it, you go. Fan Xun's expression was declining, the defeat was like a mountain, and he had no chance.

Several people glanced at each other, and finally put down what they were in their hands and, if they didn't fall, there was only a dead end.