Yun Shang's eyes were arrogant, and he didn't look at Qunxiong and Ye Qianhua at all, but said lightly: "Gongzi has never liked this kind of place, it's not that the alliance leader doesn't know!"

"Yes, Xianyun Gongzi's favorite is under the bamboo house, burn a stove, boil a pot of tea, and then the Yunshang girl will stroke a song for him, this kind of life is really as chic and natural as Xianyun Wild Crane, alas, it's a pity that Ye is riddled with mundane things, when can he live a fairy-like life like Xianyun Gongzi?"

When Yunshang heard this, he just said: "Childe said, everyone who lives in the world has his own reason for existence, and everyone has their own differences, and Childe's life is not something that others can learn if they want to." ”

Ye Qianhua's words were just self-humble, but he didn't expect that Yun Sheng usually didn't go out of Yunju for half a step, where he would understand a lot of his thoughts? At the moment, he only replied according to his own understanding, but he didn't expect that Ye Qianhua would not be able to go down the steps. At the moment, Ye Qianhua is really uncomfortable, he is an expert who can deal with sleek guests, but when he meets a person like Yunsheng who doesn't know how to schem, it is like a heavy punch on weak water, and he can't do anything about it.

"Am I late?" a deep voice sounded, and everyone followed the sound, but saw a sixty-year-old man walking in, he was dressed in black, his five strands of beard were gray, and his skin was as shriveled as old bark, but his eyes were extremely bright, and he did not need to be deliberately measured, and the distance of each step was the same.

Seeing this, the group of heroes all looked stunned, and they all thought: "What kind of master is this old man?"

"It turned out that Brother Song had arrived!" Ye Qianhua greeted him, relieving the embarrassment of the moment. This person is none other than Song Jingruo, the contemporary head of the Sword Washing Pool. Situ Shuofang walked out of the crowd and kowtowed a few times to Song Jingruo, but Song Jingruo's face turned cold and said, "I heard that you have been very good lately!"

The matter of Situ Shuo's defeat at the hands of Shen Guhong has naturally reached Song Jingruo's ears. He is a person who attaches great importance to his reputation, and he is extremely protective of his shortcomings, and this time he went out of the mountain, in addition to the public trial of the blood pear flower, is to save the reputation of the sword washing pool.

Situ Shuofang naturally understood his master's temperament, and even knew the meaning of his words, and his face couldn't help but turn red at the moment, and his hands were clenched tightly.

"When you were in the mountains, the teacher once told you about your flaws and shortcomings, but unfortunately you didn't listen to the teacher's words. "Song Jingruo chose Situ Shuofang, a disciple with good talent, and he was naturally extremely concerned about his failure.

"Yes!" Situ Shuofang replied and stepped aside.

"Hahaha, Old Horseman Song, you are finally willing to go to the mountain, come on, let's have a discussion!" An extremely crazy voice came, and a cool breeze suddenly blew in all directions.

The heroes were all shocked, Song Jingruo's cultivation above the sword path is definitely the first existence in the world, against Ye Qianhua, the leader of the martial arts alliance, even if he is invincible, it will not be too far behind, this person is so arrogant, he actually wants to make a move with Song Jingruo.

When the voice came, everyone only felt a flower in front of them, but they saw a burly fifty-year-old man appear in front of everyone. His complexion is just like bronze, and his beard is strong, which is the same as Zhuo Taifeng when Yingting and Shen Guhong met in the Jinling Jade Shop.

Shen Guhong and Yingting both saluted to Zhuo Taifeng, but Zhuo Taifeng waved his hand casually, not even looking at his eight sons.

"Hmph, Zhuo Lao Pifu, I thought you were going to shrink in Jinling for the rest of your life and not come out, okay, we haven't fought for ten years, I don't know how your turtle king eight fists have practiced. ”

Zhuo Taifeng's famous martial arts is called "Dragon Turtle Nine Changes", which is a well-known stunt in the martial arts, and he snorted coldly at the moment and said: "Your sick cat swordsmanship is estimated to be well practiced!"

Between the two of them talking, their true qi was condensed, and the air flowing in all directions suddenly stagnated, as if it was about to collapse, and the heroes were shocked and quickly retreated to the back.

"Old Pifu Song, see if I don't beat you into a turtle king with one punch!" Zhuo Taifeng took a step and threw a punch at Song Jingruo without any fancy punch, this punch seems random, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that the great power contained in it goes without saying, and the charm of random changes is the key. No matter how Song Jingruo responds, as long as the two forces intersect, the punch strength and the direction of the attack will change accordingly, this kind of boxing method is not only the existence of martial arts, but also has some "Tao" charm.

Song Jingruo's heart was suddenly startled, his steps withdrew slightly, and as soon as he pointed out, his fingers suddenly revealed a fierce sword aura. The sharpness of this sword qi is probably already able to cut through gold and jade, and only now do everyone know that Song Jingruo has reached the realm of "no sword" is by no means a false rumor.

The fist and sword qi struck, a thunderous sound sounded, Zhuo Taifeng and Song Jingruo sighed together, their bodies swept out, and they instantly exchanged more than ten moves in the air, and then retreated and stood, obviously this time the confrontation, the two were evenly divided.

Ye Qianhua smiled at this time: "Brother Zhuo first came to my Mirror Lake Villa, but his temper was still as hot as before. ”

Ye Qianhua walked the rivers and lakes when he was young and became friends with Zhuo Taifeng, but Zhuo Taifeng had never set foot in Jinghu Villa for half a step, and he came here today naturally for the blood pear flower.

Zhuo Taifeng's hair stood up and said, "That's because there are some annoying people in your Mirror Lake Villa!"

Song Jingruo snorted coldly, turned his head to look at Shen Guhong, and said, "You are the Divine Arrow Prince?"

Shen Guhong was stared at by Song Jingruo, his whole body seemed to be restrained, and his skin was more like being cut by a sharp blade, so that he really understood the power of this old man, and he nodded: "It's down." ”

Although Song Jingruo is a senior figure, Shen Guhong can hear some targeted meaning from his tone, and the fierce momentum that shrouds him is proof that he doesn't need to be polite to Song Jingruo at the moment, he just treats him as a stranger.

If Song Jing's momentum turned again, the fierce wind sounded like the sound of swords. Shen Guhong only felt as if there were thousands of giant swords rushing towards him, and at that moment, the true qi in his body was unlucky, and under his skin, there was a faint light, and his energy did not spontaneously spontaneously, and it collided with Song Jingruo's sword-like wind. Every time the true qi runs for a week, the momentum in the four directions changes together, and everyone feels like there are two monstrous waves constantly impacting each other, and each collision will be more violent than the previous one, one wave higher than the other.

This kind of internal force is on top of the competition, and the people on the side are naturally uncomfortable, and the Jinling Eight Tigers, Mi Fang, Yingting and others can't help but stand away at this time. Only Song Jingruo and Shen Guhong are opposite, and the distance between the two is only half a zhang, and the bluestone slab under their feet has cracked inch by inch. Song Jingruo's body slowly floated up, rising higher and higher, while Shen Guhong's feet were trapped in the bluestone slab, sinking deeper and deeper.

Seeing this, the heroes all thought that Shen Guhong was below, but only Song Jingruo, who was floating in the air, knew that at the moment, Shen Guhong could unload the energy of the exchange between the two with the help of the earth, and he floated in the air and had nowhere to focus, not only to dissolve Shen Guhong's strange and unpredictable true qi, but also to deal with Shen Guhong's changes.

Song Jingruo's ability is all above the way of the sword, and he is fighting with Shen Guhong for internal strength at the moment, but he thinks that Shen Guhong is still young and his skills are still shallow, but he doesn't know that Shen Guhong has absorbed Su Mang's skills for decades, and he has integrated them.

The preliminary estimate is wrong, and Shen Guhong is experienced in a hundred battles, and his grasp of the opportunity, today, is unsurpassed, because Song Jingruo is already difficult to ride a tiger at the moment.

When Song Jingruo was horrified in his heart, he was also thinking about the way to resolve it, at the moment his body had risen half a zhang high, if he was walking to a high place, I was afraid that Shen Guhong's move would defeat him. It is impossible for a man who values reputation as much as he wants to see such a thing happen. His hands behind his back stretched out to the front, and he pointed a finger in the air, and the qi that had been dispersed in all directions of the exchange suddenly gathered with the flow of his finger, and instantly condensed into a sword of qi and stabbed towards Shen Guhong's face.

The corners of Shen Guhong's mouth couldn't help but smile slightly, and his legs embedded in the bluestone slab were pulled out, just like a person pulling radishes suddenly pulling out the radishes in the ground, and the dirt and gravel brought up were no less than ordinary fine steel swords under the blessing of energy.

Song Jing would never have dreamed that Shen Guhong would have such a scoundrel and strange move, and with his identity, if he was stuck to his clothes with a little bit of dirt, his reputation would be greatly damaged. In desperation, Song Jingruo could only withdraw the swordless sword that he had attacked Shen Guhong, holding his hands together, gathering his life's strength in his palms, and striking at the flying dirt and gravel.

The palm power flew up, bringing gusts of wind, and the dirt was knocked down, all embedded in the bluestone slab, and at this time, Song Jingruo secretly pinched the sweat, he thought that Shen Guhong's helpless move would not have much power, and it would not hurt to be hit, but when he saw the dirt and gravel embedded in the bluestone slab, he knew that he had underestimated Shen Guhong again. Although his swordless sword is powerful, it is much slower than these flying dirt and gravel in terms of speed, if he forcibly kills Shen Guhong, I am afraid that not only will it be useless, but he will also die under these dirt and gravel.

Song Jingruo carried the kung fu of the jack pendant, and landed lightly outside the zhang, he laughed and said: "The Divine Arrow Boy really deserves his reputation, and today Song has learned it!"

Shen Guhong smiled faintly: "It's over!"

Bai Zhiyang said with a smile: "Divine Arrow Boy, the powerful one should be the bow and arrow, and the powerful one of Song Lao is the sword, I think the two of them should compete again, and both use the weapons they are good at!"

Shen Guhong became famous overnight because he shot and injured the ghost-faced Yama, overshadowing Bai Zhiyang. At that moment, Bai Zhiyang saw that Shen Guhong's martial arts cultivation was good, but if he wanted to compare with himself, he felt that he should be better, because he wanted to see how powerful Shen Guhong's bow and arrow were, and it could actually hurt the ghost-faced Yama.