"Heh!heh!"

Among the five figures standing outside the pavilion, the only woman who still has charm is still there, but her eyes are a little stupid, looking at the one-eyed monk in the pavilion.

On the face that obviously has traces of age, you can vaguely see a trace of it, when she was young, she was definitely a beautiful woman with peerless elegance.

I don't know if this woman recalled the sad thing, at this time, a somewhat bleak and sad smile appeared on her face, and there seemed to be a trace of hatred in her tone, and she asked:

"Monk Motu, on this Qingyang Mountain, a small place, everyone has never seen each other so far, why did you ring the bronze bell of this ancient pavilion today?"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"That's it! Monk Devil's Path, if you don't have an explanation, it is estimated that Sister Yuehua will not let you have a good time!"

The figure next to him, a fat old man like a Buddha Buddha, with fine skin and tender flesh full of red light, it's okay not to laugh, this laugh, the two eyes squinted together, almost became a line and couldn't see, a little gloating next to him, and then said.

"Shut up, you are a fake fat monk, I haven't seen you for thirty years, and you are still this virtuous, be careful that the old lady is unhappy and cut off your fat body. ”

This woman named Yuehua turned her head and glared at the fake fat monk viciously, and shouted fiercely.

I saw this fat man, and saw the spearhead of the Yuehua woman facing him, and the instinct of the body was to tremble, and the fat body was like a ball, like a boulder falling into the river, and the fat on the body trembled like waves.

There was a hint of fear instinctively in his expression, and he said a little unwillingly:

"Sister Yuehua, I haven't seen you for thirty years, and it's still such a peerless style, can you make an opinion?

Your brother, my name: "False Monk"!"

The Yuehua woman glanced at him and said with a disdainful expression:

"You still know, it's been thirty years, what's the matter, did you sneak down the mountain, you're still as fat as a pig, don't let people say yes!"

The other three people, at this time, stood still one by one, trembling faintly, as if suppressing themselves, not allowing themselves to laugh.

"You, you bloody mouth!"

The old face of the "fake fat monk" seemed to be red, and it exploded in an instant, and he opened his mouth and hurriedly said a word.

I noticed the other three people, laughing at him stiffly, his face was a little unbearable, and he wanted to refute again, but when he was about to continue, the one-eyed monk who had been in the Qingyang Ancient Pavilion spoke, only to see a scolding:

"Enough, there is no end, the bell that has not been rung in thirty years has sounded today, and it is not for you to come here to quarrel. ”

After scolding, with a flick of his hand, five white lights flew from his cuffs to the five people outside the pavilion, and continued:

"Look at this, think about it carefully, and give me another answer, I'm going to decide, it's better to die there than to die of old age in Qingyang Mountain!"

I saw the five people outside the pavilion, showing their own techniques, catching this white light, and easily dissolving the white grandmaster Zhengang qi wrapped in the things in their hands.

At this time, I realized that the object in my hand turned out to be just a letter made of about two or three pages of special paper, folded together.

At this time, the six of them glanced at each other, and the one-eyed monk in the pavilion glanced at each other again, and they all found that the other party's eyes were a little surprised, obviously they didn't expect that the strength of the one-eyed monk had improved so much.

Then they all suppressed the surprise and doubts in their hearts, lowered their heads and opened the letter in their hands, and read it.

Just two or three pages of letters, let the six people read for a while, one by one's faces became more and more ugly, and finally seemed to be full of anger, and the strength of his hands shook, and the entire letter was instantly shaken into crumbs and sprinkled on the ground.

This time, the first to speak was the tallest old man among the five, with an extremely tall body, who looked at the demon path monk in the pavilion with a serious expression and said:

"Have you checked everything in the letter?"

The demon path monk in the pavilion nodded slightly.

The extremely tall old man turned his head to look at the four people next to him one by one, and finally looked back at the demon monk in the pavilion, and said word by word:

"I, Baquan Liao has a lunch break, and I will definitely go!

Immediately after that, the other four also spoke:

"I, the thousand-handed sword Yuehua, will go, no matter life or death!"

"I, the false monk of Mida, am also willing to go, regardless of life or death!"

"I, the swordsman lying on the ground, am also willing to go, regardless of life or death!"

"I, the Wind Winged Crane Year Hall, am also willing to go, regardless of life or death!"

"There is no evil in the heart!"

In the pavilion, the Demon Path Monk stood on his chest with one hand, recited a strange monk's name, flew out, and stopped in the middle of the five people.

"Second brother, third brother, fourth brother, fifth brother, sixth sister, Jun Xin evil has seen it here!"

"Big brother, big brother......

"Brother Jun!"

"Ha-ha-ha!"

Thirty years ago, the "Qingyang Six Star Envoys" who dominated the world finally gathered again. The mida monk shouted happily.

"It's been thirty years, I always thought that I was going to die of old age on this Qingyang Mountain, and the alien demon beasts actually provoked a war, I was really looking for death!"

"Yes, let's set off today, and let the blood of alien demon beasts come to witness our final bloom!"

"That's right, just let this old and decayed body shine a little light!"

"Let's go, let's go, let's go......"

All places in the Northern Regions, whether it is a bustling downtown or a remote town, whether it is a famous mountain or a dangerous place, whether it is a warrior who has retired to the rivers and lakes for many years, or a warrior who is breaking through, whether it is a big force or a small family, they all walked out of their homes one by one, with full of blood, marching towards the battlefield of Beile Wangcheng.

......

However, at this time, Xu Feng advanced all the way, experienced one battle after another, and stopped at Baiqingcheng, a small city about a hundred miles away from the center of the Crimson Grassland.

Here, standing on the city wall, you can almost see the city in the center of the Crimson Prairie, which was once the number one famous city under the jurisdiction of the Beile King City, the Crimson Famous City.

Outside this small city, there are countless bonfires, reflecting the whole small city, piles of warriors, groups after groups, sitting around the bonfire.

I don't know who started first, and recited the faith war song that has been circulating on the crimson grassland.

In the name of martial arts, defend my heart, and in the name of the sword, be grateful for my blood.

Fighting for home, I gained firmness in the confusion.

Fighting for my clan, I gained courage in death.

I am a human race, I am a warrior, I am firm in my heart, I am firm in my thoughts, I am fearless, I am unstoppable, go forward bravely, never flinch, fight!

This is the warriors of the Crimson Grassland who have fought and died fighting with alien monsters for generations, leaving behind war songs to inspire future generations.

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