The news on the mountain was originally closed and did not contact each other, but after Tang Houzhang's defeat, the mountain suddenly became lively, so that the news that Yang Fangzheng had lost the battle under Lu Sanchuan spread all over the mountain in less than three days. {with}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}

When Tang Houzhang heard this, he was relieved and finally breathed a sigh of relief. His martial arts path is "to the yang, fierce and unmatched", paying attention to breaking the river with one palm and collapsing the mountain with one punch. Yang Fangzheng is completely different, taking the cunning route of overcoming rigidity with softness. Originally, he was worried that the little-known Lu Sanchuan would be taken off by Yang Fangzheng due to his lack of experience, so that the status of their Divine Ape Society would really drop to a level.

After only a moment, his face was solemn, as if he was facing a great enemy.

When he fought with Lu Sanchuan at the foot of the mountain, he learned Lu Sanchuan's swordsmanship, although the moves seem to be mediocre, but the word "fast", Lu Sanchuan has reached the realm, if Lu Sanchuan can do it without distractions when he comes out of the sword, it is not impossible to level the world with a sword.

Just like ten years ago, Nanpailin was neutral on the top of Mount Hua, and defeated the world's masters with one move of drawing a sword and three winds.

Tang Houzhang frowned, and secretly said that kid might become the biggest obstacle to my domination of the world, no, I can't let that kid continue to live!

He originally wanted to recruit the other six apes, and after the seven of them were combined, he planned to kill Lu Sanchuan, but after thinking about it, doing so was really worthy of the name of "martial arts master", besides, what was the matter with seven elders bullying a junior? Rao is that he has always done anything for the sake of the end, but such an inferior and vulgar means must not be used, after all, he will be looked down upon by the rest of the sects on the mountain.

The mountain sect is not as good as the gangs under the mountain, there is no brocade clothes and jade food, there are no beautiful women embracing each other, supporting them all day long, coarse tea and light food, and tirelessly studying martial arts, only "fame", but if they can't even keep their name, then what is the point of them living such a hard life?

Tang Houzhang sighed, feeling that fate was unfair for the first time. Although the kid surnamed Lu looks as delicate as a woman, after all, it is Lu Benchi's blood flowing in his body. Sometimes, birth really matters!

Yang Fangzheng returned to Jinji Mountain, and after explaining to his eldest disciple, he walked alone to the edge of the cliff in the south of Jinji Mountain, and then took a step forward, and the whole person fell down. However, after suffering a defeat, he didn't think about it, but the breath in his chest that he couldn't spit out or swallow.

Although my Golden Rooster Sect is not as good as the Tianshu Mountain Divine Ape Society, the Bishan Sect, the Jiuyin Sect and the Biyun Palace of Fanghe Mountain, after all, it is also among the best existences among the factions on the mountain, what is it to be defeated by a kid who has never heard of it in one move?

On the cliff in the south, there is a cave about a few zhang deep, I don't know whether someone deliberately did it, or it is a miracle of God. This cave is almost isolated from the world, and only the heads of the Golden Rooster Sect know about the existence of this cave.

Inside the cave, it was dark, and there was water flowing slowly on the stone wall, and over time, a bed of moss grew on the stone wall.

Yang Fangzheng planned to retreat for several years in this stone cave, drinking stone water and feeding on moss, so that he had to realize a set of exquisite martial arts.

The head of the Pishan faction, which can be called a young talent, stands on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance, but seeing the sea of clouds rolling, galloping endlessly. In the distance, above the sea of clouds, two or three "islands" covered with dark green moss appeared.

Fang Zheng, the chief disciple of the Bishan Sect, was ten years older than Ye Luo, but at this moment, he was standing beside Ye Luo respectfully, accompanying Ye Luo to watch the sea and read the clouds, without saying a word.

Ye Luo suddenly said, "Senior Brother Fang, you've been watching this mountain top with me for a while, right? Tell me, what did you see?"

Fang Zheng hurriedly glanced at it, sorted out his thoughts, and replied, "It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance." ”

Ye Luo said with a smile: "The mountain under our feet is not comparable to the head of the five mountains. Senior Brother Fang, look at this sea of clouds, boundless, just like the world, endless. So in the midst of infinity, it is only natural that one or two leaders will appear, right?"

Fangzheng is ten years older than Ye Luo, and the time when he worshiped in Bishan was more than ten years earlier than Ye Luo, but whether it was martial arts or temperament, it was far inferior to Ye Luo. When he was alone, he often laughed at himself, saying that he had in the past ten years.

He hugged his fists and said, "With the ability of the leader, he can indeed afford to be a leader." ”

Ye Luo shook his head and looked into the distance again, not knowing what to think, "I'm not boasting. I was picked up by Master and brought back to Bishan, and it has been more than 20 years, and I have never gone down the mountain in these 20 years. Senior Brother Fang, you say, should I go down the mountain to have a look?"

As for why he went down the mountain, Ye Luo didn't say anything, and Fang Zheng also knew it. He nodded and sighed, "It's time to go down the mountain and take a look." ”

Jiuyin Mountain, the head of the house, who has lived for 70 years, is still in good spirits, and his eyes are like torches. When he heard that Yang Fangzheng was defeated, he sighed regretfully, "The head of the Golden Rooster Sect has always regarded himself very highly, and he has never put the four fights of the martial arts family in his eyes, and now he has suffered a loss, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, I hope he can learn a little lesson from this defeat." However, he lost this time, it was not at the right time, the mountain god ape and the golden-mouthed rooster were defeated in the hands of the person named Lu Sanchuan, which is not a good thing for our mountain faction, and I don't know what kind of ability the person named Lu Sanchuan has, so let the old man meet him!"

Put the Crane Mountain Biyun Palace.

After practicing the "Eighteen Styles of Crane Officials", the palace master Shui Yunmu was taking a flower bath, and on both sides of the bath barrel, there were two people who bowed their heads respectfully and waited.

Suddenly, a maid stumbled through the door.

Although there was no man in Fanghe Mountain, Shui Yunmu still sat up in the bath tub, grabbed the bath towel spread on the top edge of the bath bucket to cover his chest, and said in a low voice, "Who!"

The maid knew that she had violated the precepts, raised her hand, slapped her twice, and slapped the corners of her mouth so that the corners of her mouth bled out, "The slave and maid trespassed into the Shuiyun Pavilion without the permission of the palace master, and the crime deserves death." ”

Shui Yunmu snorted coldly, "Okay, the punishment has been accepted, if you have something, say it quickly." ”

The maid who was bleeding from the corner of her mouth said in a trembling voice, "The slave maid has the latest news, saying that the head of the Golden Rooster Sect Yang has also been defeated by Lu Sanchuan's men. The head of the mountain leaves, and the head of Jiuyin Mountain plan to go down the mountain to find a little face for the upper faction on the mountain. ”

"Oh, is it?" Shui Yun Mu Wan'er smiled, relaxed again, and leaned his back against the wall of the barrel, "I just heard a few days ago that the old monkey of Tianshu Mountain was taught a lesson by an unknown junior, and there is another old chicken today?

The maid lowered her head tightly and replied, "According to the news received by the slave, the other party's surname is Lu Sanchuan, and he is the son of Lu Benchi, the dragon sword. ”

"You Long Yin Knife?" Shui Yunmu's eyes were half narrowed, and fierceness suddenly appeared, "How is that kid's knife technique? If it is less than half of Lu Benchi's level, he will be strangled to death in the cradle!"

The servant said, "Back to the palace master, the one named Lu Sanchuan doesn't know how to use a sword, so it is a sword, which is the painting sword that originally belonged to Lin Zhongli." ”

Shui Yunmu laughed angrily, "Lu Benchi's son didn't learn swords to learn swords, but he learned swords, what a funny!" After speaking, he stood up suddenly, and the woman's perfect curve was exposed.

The two maids waiting on the side hurriedly left, one of them put a huge bath towel on Shui Yunmu and wiped her body, and the other went to the screen with the fragrance of flowers to get clean clothes.

Shui Yunmu got out of the bath bucket, stepped on the ground barefoot, and let the two maids be busy on him, "It's okay, since the two things of Bishan Mountain and Jiuyin Mountain have gone down the mountain, then I will also go down the mountain, if I have the fate to meet them, I can also ask them for a few tricks." ”

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