The little Taoist priest said in a hurry.

"You little one......"

The old man smiled helplessly.

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, King Wu received a golden letter, opened it and slammed it on the table.

When the breeze blows, the paper powder drifts away, but the table does not move.

"Okay, I'll sell you a face on the Holy Mountain. If Changchun can't kill Xu Feng, I will block the pulse of this martial king, and I will kill him with my own hands. ”

King Wu said in a cold voice, his finger joints trembling slightly.

On the holy mountain, there is a thousand-foot cliff, covered by clouds and mist, and there is no bottom.

An old pine grows bending, like a welcoming pine, and when you look down, you will be a cliff.

The white-haired Saint Master stood on the old pine with his hands in his hands, looking at the south thousands of miles away.

"Born to be human, one hundred and thirty years, you are the most interesting person I have ever met. Show your true strength and let me see where your limits are!"

......

The ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the old land of Jinling, a hanging Yangtze River divides both sides of the river, and goes through the city.

Just above the Yangtze River, a rickety old man, carrying a bronze ancient sword and holding a long lock, grabbed a small boat.

Regardless of the surging rivers and the ups and downs of the big waves, the old man stood on the Yangtze River like a rock, as if there was nothing in the world that could shake him by half a point.

For three days, the area was completely cordoned off, and no ship was to come closer.

On both sides of the Yangtze River, there were even garrisons in the Eastern Theater of Operations, fully armed and ready for battle, as if they were preparing for a big scene, a certain big man.

"It's been three days, and he hasn't come yet? Is he going to watch his little girlfriend starve to death on the river?"

Zheng Qiancheng, the old master of the Baji Hall, looked at the person and boat on the Yangtze River from afar, and asked suspiciously.

"The Hidden Dragon List calls him 'one hand covering the sky, blood slaughtering madness', but in the end, he is only a young generation of Tianjiao, no matter how strong his strength is, how can he be compared with the South American Sword Immortal? I'm afraid I don't dare to fight!"

A little sage of the Taiji Gate, dressed in a practice uniform, analyzed the current situation.

"After all, it's just a woman, with that person's transcendent talent, in another five or ten years, he may not be able to condense his qi and become a true immortal. When the time comes, let alone a woman, even a hundred and thousand, it will be at your fingertips. For a young genius, avoiding war and saving his life is the best choice. ”

The person who spoke was dressed in a black suit, with a calm temperament and powerful eyes, and he was Sun Tangwu, a long-famous grandmaster in the Jiangbei martial arts world.

However, in such a big scene, the room was full of grandmasters, and even the saints were often visible. A small martial arts master like him is nothing at all, and he can only barely say a sentence or two by relying on this layer of false fame.

In the crowd, an avenue suddenly parted, and a burly man with a beard and a tiger's back, carrying a broad knife on his back, strode forward.

In front of him, those Transformation Realm Grandmasters were all as timid as rats, and they automatically retreated and avoided, and even some sages were afraid of him and didn't dare to say anything.

Blade Sage!

The great sage in the later stage of Baodan, who was shocked by his cultivation, once killed three saints with one sword, and was famous.

On the other side, there was also a separate road, but the people around were polite and respectful, and they all bowed their heads to a white-haired old man.

Deadwood Sage!

Eighty years after entering the martial arts, he is one of the oldest qualified saints in the martial arts world of Huaguo, and his age has long exceeded 100 years old, and he has not made a move for a full thirty years.

Among all the Holdan Sages, the Deadwood Sage was probably the most mysterious one, and no one knew what profound cultivation he was now, and what amazing strength he was.

At the same time, another Great Sage of the late stage of Bao Dan stepped into the entrance.

To be precise, he is a great sage who holds the peak of Dan. In the realm of Baoyuan Chengdan, he has reached the limit, and he is only one step away, he can condense and transform Gang, and become a Gangdao immortal.

Longyang Sage!

Teng Qingshan, the "No. 1 Alchemist in the capital", once killed the five great sages for Teng Qingshan with the power of one person, and fought bloodily for three days and three nights, slaughtering everyone up and down the sect.

The Great Sage has always been known for his durability, and if you can't defeat him in the first place, you'll never be able to defeat him.

At this moment, on both sides of the Yangtze River, there have been more than three hundred Transformation Realm Grandmasters, large and small, and even more than twenty Sages who have stepped into the Baodan Realm have appeared.

Especially the arrival of the three great sages who have been famous for a long time has raised the pattern of this battle by a large margin again.

After all, the South American Sword Immortal Breaking Changchun, who stepped on the river, was also a great sage at the peak of Baodan, and only people of the same realm could accurately see this battle.

On the top floor of a building on the riverbank, Luo Zhenhua overlooked the surging Yangtze River, his face solemn.

"General Luo, you have forcibly blocked the Yangtze River for three days, this is the main artery of inland water transportation, and the losses every day are astronomical! This is the third day, even if I am the mayor of Nandu and the executive director of Jiangbei Province, it is impossible for you to hold out until the fourth day. ”

A middle-aged man in his fifties said helplessly, as if he had endured it to the limit and could not continue to persevere.

"After the sun sets, if he hasn't appeared, then lift the blockade!" Luo Zhenhua let out a long breath, as if to release the heavy pressure in his heart.

Even if he is the head of the theater and the army general, he can't just block the Yangtze River for a long time just for a battle between warriors.

Three days is already the limit of what he can do.

If it is forcibly blocked, even with his high position and power, he will be given a serious warning by the organization.

Before sunset, I will continue to coordinate with the relevant departments of the upstream and downstream, provinces and cities, and try to withstand the pressure from all parties and help you survive until the last moment. ”

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, as if he was desperate, and made a great determination.

......

"Yangtze River, I've never seen it so big. Isn't it long, long?"

The pretty girl asked curiously.

"Not only is it long, but it's also wide and wide, don't worry, we're almost there. Later, we will take a yacht directly and take you on a cruise around the Yangtze River. At night, when the lights of the tall buildings on both sides are lit up, it will look even better, and that is the real river view. ”

Yuan Gang said triumphantly.

This girl was a freshman he had just met, and she had reached the point where she could make an appointment. As long as today's date goes well, visiting the Yangtze River is to go to the hotel for dinner.

Then, Yuan Gang was able to bring her directly into the room, look at the dazzling river view, and gallop to his heart's content!

"Stop, there's a blockade in front, no one is allowed in!"