"Uncle Ghost Tiger!"

Seeing the tower-like man, Jiang Xiaoman was overjoyed.

At the beginning, Jiang Yao left the hinterland of the dynasty to conquer the borderlands.

Beside him, he was followed by an iron servant prepared for his grandson by a lonely old man.

There were twenty-one people in total, and they were called ten tigers, seven wolves, three eagles and one calf.

This bearded man is the third ranked ghost tiger among the ten tigers.

Now he serves as the captain of the garrison in the border army, at the same level as Wei Ran, and is in charge of the military power.

Towering Beiliang City, 100,000 iron sword mounds.

Beiliangcheng, the junction of the north and south regions, is the only giant city with a population of more than 10 million.

There is an independent small world hidden, which is self-contained, called a sword mound.

This independent world is only owned by one family, Beiliang is lonely.

It is said that there are thousands of sharp blades buried in it, and the sword qi rushes straight to the bullfight.

And the sword mound was not opened up by manpower, it was the sword qi that tore through the chaos and nothingness.

The Dugu clan, the three states of the northern region and even the southern region of Great Xia are the top clans.

And those who can become the iron servants of the Dugu clan are all people who have been in the sword mound for several years or even decades, and have been recognized by the sword mound after nine deaths.

The iron servants of the Dugu clan are mostly war orphans adopted by the three states of the Northland.

There are many, even orphans with high qualifications and innocent backgrounds selected from several other domains.

Since childhood, the child has been nurtured and taught by the Dugu clan and taught martial arts.

It stands to reason that the iron servant of the Dugu family should have followed his master all his life until the moment of martyrdom.

If the master he serves is deceased, he will continue to be loyal to the descendants of his master, and serve the sword for the rest of his life.

Jiang Yao didn't care much about these rules, especially after following Jiang Ye into the main borderland, he let these iron servants join him with him.

In the past, there were 21 people fighting against the wilderness, but now only nine people are still alive.

The rest were all killed in battle.

Those who are alive, except for the iron servant who has never seen Jiang Xiaoman named as a jackal, have all become generals who hold the power of the army.

But what remains unchanged is that he is still loyal to Jiang Yao until he dies.

For example, this bearded man is an iron servant cultivated by the Dugu clan, and he has followed Jiang Yao since he was a child.

Therefore, even if he is facing the six princes of Great Xia now, the ghost tiger is still so unscrupulous.

The ghost tiger is wearing a red iron armor, this iron armor is as red as fire, and on the shoulder armor and breastplate on the left and right sides, there are three fiery fire cloud carvings embroidered on each, a total of nine, which is the battle armor exclusive to the Flame Iron Rider in the border land.

The crimson military boots stepped in the air, and the ghost tiger laughed.

Immediately, the military boots stepped down lightly, stepped on the void with a thud, and slowly floated to the ground.

"Xiangcheng Captain Ghost Tiger, I've seen the Sixth Master!" the bearded man fell to the ground and bowed slightly to Jiang Zhan.

Although he was extremely strong, he landed very lightly, without making a sound, as if there was no trace of weight.

The ghost tiger's face was a little dark, but those eyes showed a dark color, which was really as sharp as the tiger's eyes.

When these eyes swept over Wen Xiao and Jiang Chufeng behind Jiang Zhan.

The former was okay, Wen Xiao nodded at him calmly, and said hello.

But Jiang Chufeng's cultivation was too different after all, and he actually felt that this gaze was really like lightning, and when it was reflected on his face, he couldn't help but want to look away and didn't dare to look directly at it.

But when the ghost tiger's gaze moved to the young man standing with the gun, it immediately softened.

It's as if a loyal old dog is looking at his little master.

The man like an iron tower looked at Jiang Xiaoman, suddenly grinned and said, "Young Master Xiaoman, it's a little late, don't blame it." ”

Jiang Xiaoman withdrew the gun, put the gentian silver spear behind his back, smiled at the bearded man, then waved his hand, and said softly: "Uncle Ghost Tiger, what are you talking about, it's not too late to come." ”

"By the way, what about my father? Why didn't he come?" Jiang Xiaoman looked at the ghost tiger and said with some doubts: "I'm not saying that Uncle Ghost Tiger is not powerful enough, but it stands to reason that since my father knows that the sixth uncle is coming to the border, he should come in person." ”

The ghost tiger smiled and said, "Childe, he can't get out of the body if he has something, but before I came, Childe asked me to give you a message, saying that this northward trip is good to do everything you want, don't have too many scruples." In addition, before entering the Northern Qin, you must first go to Beiliang City, and the son said that your maternal great-grandfather has something to give to you. ”

Jiang Xiaoman nodded, not too concerned.

After coming out for so long, he was really a little homesick.

Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to see if I could let Jiang Yao and Lin Mei come to see me.

Since Ghost Tiger didn't elaborate, he wouldn't have deliberately asked.

Come to think of it, my father does have important things to do.

It's just that I don't know how my mother and Mo are getting close to my sister, whether they are doing well or not, and whether they miss him.

As if he had guessed the young man's thoughts, Ghost Tiger chuckled and took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the young man: "Young Master Xiaoman, this is what Madame asked me to hand over to you, and I told you to open it when you enter Beiqin." ”

Jiang Xiaoman solemnly took the letter, put it in his arms, and then pointed at Jiang Zhan, and said, "Uncle Ghost Tiger, you just heard it, Sixth Uncle He slandered my father, and asked you to teach him a lesson!"

Jiang Zhan shrugged, looked at the bearded man, and asked with a smile: "Dugu Ghost Tiger, you said that I slandered Lao Jiu, I just wanted to ask, am I really slandered?"

"Forehead......" Ghost Tiger scratched his head a little embarrassed, he followed his son out of the Yandi City to the border.

Back then, I naturally had a lot of dealings with the 'sixth master' in front of me.

If you talk about belly slander, it really doesn't count.

After all, when he went to the mansion that had not yet hung the four big plaques of 'Ling Tianhou Mansion', he also participated in the whole process.

"Sixth master, my son-in-law asked me to hand this over to you. The ghost tiger diverted the topic, smiled, and a jade slip appeared out of thin air in his hand, holding it in both hands and handing it to Jiang Zhan.

Jiang Xiaoman saw the ghost tiger's performance at this moment, and his mind couldn't help but move, and a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

Could it be that what this 'shameless' sixth uncle said just now is true?

Compared with this sixth uncle, his father was even thicker-skinned......

This jade is simple into a triangle and engraved with a magic circle.

When a person holds it in his hand and speaks to it, it can be recorded by its internal circle, which is one of the important means of transmitting news on weekdays.

It's just that compared with ordinary letters, although this kind of sound-transmitting jade note is more convenient, it is quite cumbersome and complicated to make.

Unless it is like some big clans, ordinary people and many forces on the rivers and lakes still pass on news, and they still mainly use letters.

Jiang Zhan took the jade slip and put it on his forehead to inject his divine sense into it.

When I opened my eyes again, my complexion suddenly became strange, red and green.

With a light snort, Jiang Zhan directly crushed the jade slip, as if he was afraid that outsiders would hear the contents.

Looking at this bearded man with two tall figures, Jiang Zhan calmed down and said softly: "I don't care if what Lao Jiu said is true or not, he doesn't want to fight for the supreme position, and it is his business to be a carefree prince in the border area." But this opportunity was bought by my righteous brother with his life, and if he didn't fight, it would really make Brother Yun feel cold. ”

Ghost Tiger nodded and said, "Before I came, Gongzi had already guessed that this was the result, and the sixth master really wanted to enter the temple to take a look, naturally it was not impossible, as long as someone under the sixth master could defeat me, then we would naturally not obstruct it again." ”

After saying that, he turned around and saluted the old monk who was smiling and silent, this time bent down and bowed to the end, and said respectfully: "Zen Master Zhanhai, there should be no problem, right?"

The bearded man knew the identity of the old monk very well, and before him, the general of Xiangcheng was this Zhanhai Zen master whose real name was Zhang Dahai.

In his life, he successively followed the five generations and the sixth generation of two townside soldiers, and fought thousands of battles with the Northern Qin, a total of 41 years, but none of them were defeated.

If it weren't for Zhang Dahai, who was in the prime of life, he suddenly escaped into Zen Buddhism and became a monk.

The eight generals of the generation in the border area must have a place for him.

The Zhangjia family of Xiangcheng Iron Monument is still a well-known family in the border area

In the year of his retirement, the current presiding officer of Wutong Temple already had the cultivation of a princely realm.

More than 200 years have passed so far, and if you think about Zhanhai Zen Master's cultivation, you must have reached a very terrifying realm.

In love, Zhanhai is the predecessor of the ghost tiger, whether it is the border army or the Dugu clan, he is the most respected and strong.

Yu Li, the young master of Xiaoman has his protection and support in Wutong Temple, and this kindness has to be inherited.

So this time, he was willing and didn't dare to be sloppy.

Zhanhai Zen Master folded his hands, returned the salute with the Buddha's name, looked up at him, smiled and nodded, and said: "I have long heard that today's Xiangcheng captain is a hero, and it is better to meet when you see it today. ”

Jiang Zhan looked at the two of them and smiled, and then said softly: "Ghost Tiger, do you really think that no one under Benhou can beat you?"

Smack, smack, smack.

With that, he slapped his palm three times.

Then a sword light came from far and near, like a meteor in the night sky.

Faintly looking, there was a person standing on the body of the dark blue sword, which was no more than two feet long, with long purple hair swaying in the wind.

But in an instant, it was from the mountain down to the mountain.

The man jumped down from the sky, knelt down on one knee in front of Jiang Zhan with a pop, and said respectfully: "Ask Tiange Ling Jian, I've seen Master Hou, I've seen Mr. Yun!"

Ghost Tiger looked at the half-kneeling figure in silence, the expression on his face gradually became serious, and his right hand couldn't help but gently caress the iron sword behind his back, which was almost as high as him.

In the five domains of Kyushu, there are many people who use swords, and there are even more forces that are good at using swords.

If you say that the first place is naturally the "Sword Codex" of the Supreme Li Family of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the Western Regions.

That is the ancient heavenly skill that the Li clan has passed down since ancient times, and when cultivated to the extreme, it is able to shatter the void with a sword, and the sword soars to become a sword immortal.

But in the entire land of the Southern Regions, there are only five families that can really use swords to make people feel afraid just by hearing the name.

The iron sword of the lonely family of Beiliang, the phantom sword of the Fang family of the Nanling Sword Valley, the famous sword of the Tibetan Sword Villa, the dark sword of the Nine Ghost Mansion, and the Eight Desolation Imperial Sword Recipes of the Pure Yang Sect of Luofu Mountain.

The first three are about the human sword.

The latter two went the opposite way, using swords to control people.

Incarnating as a sword immortal and entering the heavenly path with a sword is what thousands of swordsmen on this land have pursued all their lives.

Therefore, whether it is a human sword or a sword master, in the end, it is the way of heaven.

The Ling family is one of the three major surnames of the Pure Yang Sect of Luofu Mountain.

This clan has produced many sword immortals from ancient times to the present.

The most famous is that 1,200 years ago, a sword amazed the 'Lingyun Gongzi' in the entire Kyushu.

Ling Jian, the ghost tiger has heard of it, is the third son of the contemporary head of the Ling family in Luofu Mountain, and has always been called the existence of Xiao Lingyun in the Ling family.

But I didn't expect to meet him here now, and he was still an opponent.

Slowly letting go of the long sword he was carrying behind him, the ghost tiger laughed, then arched his hand, and said, "The sixth master is really a good means, even the heirs of the Ling family of the Pure Yang Sect of Luofu Mountain can be included in his command." ”

Helping Ling Jian up, Jiang Zhan shook his head and chuckled, corrected: "Ling Gongzi is in my Ling Tianhou Mansion, ask the third pavilion elder of the Heavenly Pavilion, we have always been brothers, and we can't be counted as income. ”

Gently patting Ling Jian's shoulder, Jiang Zhan smiled and said, "Brother Ling, please also have you to accompany the Ghost Tiger General to live two moves, so as to the point, don't hurt the harmony." ”

Ling Jian was already in his early thirties, but his face was white and beardless, he was still like a young man of twenty years old, and he was wearing a moon-white robe that was commonly seen in Taoist sects, and although his appearance was delicate, he was not handsome.

In this way, the reason why he can be called 'Xiao Lingyun' is naturally to fall on his sword intent.

It is said that there is a sword intent hidden in the swordsman's body.

The more powerful the swordsman, the more restrained his sword intent is, and the hidden ingenuity is greater than the clumsiness.

On weekdays, it is as plain as water, and when it comes out of the sheath, it is like a tiger in the mountains, like a dragon out of the water.

Between the swordsmen, it is natural to use the long sword in their hands to talk.

Ling Jian didn't seem to like to express it, nodded silently, his left hand behind him, his right hand reached forward with his index finger and middle finger together, and his hand pinched the sword technique slightly.

The long sword that had originally floated in mid-air also fell, like a living thing, and thrust into the scabbard on Ling Jian's back with a thud.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't know about Ling Jian, but just from Uncle Ghost Tiger's gradually serious expression and tense physical state, it was not difficult to guess that this swordsman, who looked very young, must be a great enemy.

Moreover, the ghost tiger is not sure of victory.

"Please!"

Ling Jian's hand was resolute, and the long sword behind his back once again snatched out of its sheath, and he reached out to hold it.

Immediately, he held the sword in his right hand, the sword was half-sheathed, the tip of the sword was pointed down, and then he made a sword salute at the ghost tiger.

Ghost Tiger nodded and said softly, "Please!"

The iron sword that he carried behind his back and had not left his body for decades was slowly pulled out from his back.

Holding it in his hand, he felt for the first time that this iron sword, which was like his brother day and night, could be so heavy.

Both are masters with swords.

And the duel between masters often doesn't have too many bells and whistles in it.

Naturally, it will not be like what is written in most Zhiwei novels, with 800 rounds of battles and three days and three nights.

Clever swordsmen know that if they use too many moves, they will expose their flaws to their opponents out of thin air.

is evenly matched, and it is often a matter of winning or losing in one move.