"Beggar, what are you looking for?"

The morning frost flew down, the wind was cold for ten miles, and outside the city of Suwu, a team of 17 beggars rushed to Najun Mountain against the cold wind, carrying shabby bags and bamboo sticks.

This pedestrian, but it was Liu Dong, Su Qi'er and others who left Su Wu City, and Su Qi'er turned back frequently, took a few steps closer to him, patted him on the shoulder, and asked affectionately, and the group of beggars all pricked up their ears.

Although the beggars didn't understand what happened last night, they all knew that this tattered man with a thin body and a not very strong breath was an unusual person.

"It's nothing, it's just a little regretful, Lu Gongzi mentioned that he wants to talk to me after the winner is divided, I have a lot of questions to ask him!"

Su Qi'er retracted her gaze, shrugged her shoulders, as if she didn't care, and threw out a sentence lightly, which suddenly made Gan Xing bully messy, and laughed dryly, and Elder Liu Dong, who was at the forefront, suddenly shook his shoulders.

Who doesn't know that last night, after the son of Lu Yuhua woke up, he didn't even have time to release the cruel words, so he left with the palm fist elder overnight.

Of course, it is not impossible to say that it has slipped down......

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"Hero post, second-rate forces such as Baijian Villa also dare to invite heroes from all over the world, when will it start, cats and dogs dare to appear on stage?" Flipping the gilded invitation in his hand, Lu Yuhua's expression was gloomy, and he spit out words that could stun most of the people in the rivers and lakes.

The warriors in the inn were indeed shocked by his rebellious words, and the voices in the hall suddenly fell silent!

Only then, when the sword rubbed against the scabbard and scabbard, there was a slight rustling sound......

If even a force with a half-step grandmaster such as Sword Worship Villa can only be counted as second-rate, then in this world, the vast majority of sect forces can only be regarded as non-current.

In this way, the warriors in the inn, one is counted as one, but I'm afraid, it's really a group of cats and dogs.

"Childe, you have lost your temper!" Beside Lu Yuhua, the face of the elder of the palm fist was like frost, and the words he spit out also condensed the cold qi, lowering the temperature in the hall by three points.

The warriors couldn't help but shrink their heads, and the anger in their eyes turned into horror, and their expressions were uncertain.

His kind of qi is definitely not something that ordinary martial artists can resist!

Worship Sword Villa is not as idle as the idle force, the owner of the village Proud Sword is also a decisive role, the palm fist elder knows that although the cat and dog that Lu Yuhua said do not refer to the Sword Villa, but after all, there are many people here, in case it is passed into the mouth of Proud Sword, I am afraid that there will be many incidents!

He and the Lu family's interests are one, so naturally he will not let such things happen.

"What the elders have taught!"

Lu Yuhua hugged his fists and apologized, his eyes swept away, the cold light was released, and the left and right martial artists felt that their scalps were cold, so they hurriedly retracted their gaze, settled the bill, and hurried away, he was a little satisfied, and when he looked back, the elder of the palm fist still looked reluctant to speak, and a little resentment suddenly arose in his heart:

"You old thing, it's useless, take my Lu family's and eat my Lu family's, all the resources are provided by my Lu family, but you can't even beat an old beggar, mediocrity, waste, what's the use of you?"

"I don't know what Childe's itinerary is?" After drinking the tea in his hand, the Elder of the Palm Fist asked out loud, still with no expression on his face.

Lu Yuhua was in a bad mood, how could the Elder of the Palm Fist be in a good mood? But compared to Lu Yuhua's moodiness, he was even more unpretentious.

Although the elder of the palm fist did not say anything, Lu Yuhua already knew what he meant, and said a little impatiently: "This son plans to go to this great victory pass to test the invitation of the sword, but it is only about five or seven days' footsteps, the elder may as well go first if he has something, this step Cheng will not let people take it away." ”

The Elder of the Palm Fist groaned slightly, thought for a few breaths, nodded as well, and said, "That's fine! The Junshan Conference is about to start, and there are many things in the gang, and the old man doesn't dare to leave for a long time." There is still a section of the same road to Junshan and Dasheng Pass, and the old man will escort the son for a ride. ”

"There's Elder Lao. ”

Lu Yuhua smiled reluctantly, his expression was still not very happy, and he finished answering, but he felt a chill all over his body, and immediately stood up, but when he saw that everyone in the inn had turned gray, as if it had become a back projection, he was shocked, and his face turned pale with horror.

"What, which senior is joking with the kid?"

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"Hey, hey, hey, hey, this body is really well maintained, refining you into an iron corpse is the time when I am a god. ”

In the dark room, a dry old man held a faint green lamp, leaned into a coffin with one hand, and slowly groped, as if appreciating a work of art, stroking on a corpse, feeling the touch from his fingertips, and smiling gloomily.

If you have to call some timid people to see such a scene, you are afraid, you have to scream and faint, even those who are bold will be terrified.

"Not bad, not bad!"

The old man smiled strangely, obviously very satisfied, his fingers slipped, and when he touched the broken neck of the corpse, his complexion changed again, and he sighed: "It's a pity that the neck bone was broken, but this kung fu has been wasted a little half, fortunately, the old man's skills are good, and he will be fine, and you can still maintain the skills of eight or nine." ”

The old man said, took out a long nail from his arms, a small hammer, the long nail is covered with patina, three feet two inches and six minutes long, nearly a palm long, but the small hammer is only the size of two fingers, the old man put the lamp on the coffin, one hand nails, one hand hammer, poof, the nail penetrates the skin membrane of the neck, such as into cow leather.

Ding, ding, ding......

The dim dark room, the dim green lights, and the lonely beating sound echoed silently, not stopping......

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was able to pull him into an illusion without a sound, this kind of strength has surpassed him a lot, and what made Lu Yuhua even more frightened was that the Palm Fist Elder who was sitting opposite him was also set as a backdrop.

Although he resented Elder Zhangquan's poor ability, Lu Yuhua had to admit that characters like Elder Zhangquan, no matter where they went, they were all existences that could make all sects and factions as guests.

But even the Palm Fist Elder couldn't detect the other party, and the strength of the person who made the shot was unfathomable!

"Boy, aren't you calling me and the others a second-rate force? What, scared?"

A slight sneer came from all around, echoing and overlapping, like an endless amplification effect, the sound wave continued to rise, and Lu Yuhua's eardrums were buzzing, so he was stunned.

Lu Yuhua tried his best to hug a not very standard fist salute, pulled an ugly smile, and hurriedly said: "There are a lot of seniors, and I hope to forgive the kid! The kid is an unintentional mistake, and he was disgraced by my opponent, so he made a big fuss, forgive, forgive!"

This mysterious man replied like this, thinking that he was also a half-step grandmaster.

Lu Yuhua hated a lot in his heart, he only felt that he was unlucky, and he could scold a master with a casual scolding, but after all, he was at fault, and he didn't dare to argue, so he just begged for mercy.

The only thing he was glad about was that this mysterious person was not a proud sword, otherwise, Lu Yuhua was only afraid that he would die at this time, and he didn't know how he died.

"Yes, that's understandable!"

The sound waves gradually subsided, Lu Yuhua felt a little better, and listened to the mysterious man again: "Listen to your tone, I guess, your origin is not simple!"

Lu Yuhua was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly said: "The kid was born in the Lu family of Yunzhuang, and his uncle Lu Guanjie has a nickname in the rivers and lakes, named Xiaoxiang Yanhua and a Guanjie." Fang Cai kid is indeed a little confused, otherwise, if he even looks down on his predecessors, wouldn't he scold his uncle and ancestor into it?"

Lu Yuhua is very eloquent, his words are reasonable, and he secretly points out his background, not too abrupt.

He is not a fledgling hairy boy, if he really wants to report his family history as soon as he comes up, even if the mysterious person really cares about your family background, you say this, once you can't put it aside, you deserve to be beaten to death.

"Lu Guanjie? Boy, count it as your good luck, this thing will be regarded as an apology from a certain family, lest Lu Guanjie blame me for bullying the small. ”

The voice fell, and a bit of black and white light suddenly fell, Lu Yuhua hurriedly continued with his hands, and before he could take a closer look, the surroundings gradually faded to gray and white, and all kinds of colors became richer.

"It seems that my son is still a little lucky, but I don't know, what chance did that senior give?"

Lu Yuhua was slightly proud, and he also settled down, but the Elder of the Palm Fist was surprised and inexplicable, and secretly said something strange.

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Crunch!

The lid of the coffin was pushed up, the old man raised the lamp, trembled and cleaned the traces, and lit a stick of incense in a hurry, and then left the dark room.

Call!

At this time, a wisp of yin wind suddenly penetrated through the crack in the door, and spun two times in mid-air, and then fell on the coffin lid, turning into a bean-sized villain, with blue hair, wearing a blue and cyan armor, small arms and legs, tiger head and tiger brain, not to mention how cute, but the face pretended to be solemn, the old god paced a few steps on the ground, and sighed:

"In other words, this hobby is very chic, look at the atmosphere, look at the furnishings, it is properly arranged in accordance with high taste and strict standards, and it has also taken a lot of painstaking work. It's just that spreading it will damage my reputation, and if it is known that I still have such a black history, I don't know where to put my face!"

"Well, I can't let people know!"

The little man clenched his even smaller fists, swearing to the sky, his expression was grim, the coffin lid suddenly trembled, and suddenly trembled, shaking him up and jumping up three times, and his good aura was also destroyed, and he suddenly became angry, and shouted loudly:

"Okay, you dead ghost, you can't be honest when you die, do you want to turn over and sing? No way!

After that, the little man stomped his feet hard in mid-air, his figure flashed, poofed, as if there was nothing, passed through the coffin lid, and disappeared.

In the lid of the coffin, a suppressed roar suddenly came out, and a dark lotus slowly opened, the glow escaped, gradually withered, and the brilliance was dotted, soaked in a peaceful atmosphere......