As soon as the sword fell, the wind servant retreated in a gray manner, others didn't have that eyesight, but he did, the moment Li Wenshuo fell from the sky with a sword of three thousand, his Xianfeng realm was truly complete, how many people in this world could there be a peak powerhouse of Xianfeng who was only eighteen years old? There is no one among the so-called geniuses of the five major sects in the past thirty years, and in the entire Central Plains, only the Sword Saint Shangguan Yu can be slightly better at this age.

Li Wenshuo stood in place, his body was a little shaky, it was not unreasonable for the white horse stick array to claim that the grandmaster was invincible, and the last demon subjugation also hurt him, Li Wenshuo had an epiphany at that time, the realm rose sharply, coupled with the accumulation of countless sword moves in front of him, the power of the sword three thousand used was no longer something that the Xianfeng realm could use, even if it was himself, it would be even more difficult to use this move in the future.

Looking at the eighteen warrior monks standing with sticks in front of him, Li Wenshuo coughed lightly twice, hugged his fists and said, "I'm really sorry for missing my hand and hurting you in the next moment." ”

The leader of the warrior monks is also a little dazed, they have practiced the stick formation for more than 20 years, although they understand that there is no invincible stick method in the world, but they never thought that someone under the realm of the grandmaster will be able to break it, the mood is a little lost, and the heart is a sin, that is, the hands are folded.

"The donor doesn't have to blame himself, my injury is not serious, but the donor, as a demon subduer, the vitality is greatly damaged. ”

Li Wenshuo waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's not in the way, I saw this demon subduing stick today, it was an eye-opener, and the realm comprehension was even more profitable, in the end, I earned it." ”

The warrior monk smiled slightly, Li Wenshuo's last sword of three thousand was majestic, majestic, magnificent, and there was no such demon subduing stick in his eyes, he could still see it, and he didn't expose it, and bowed slightly. The eighteen stick monks turned around and went back to the temple, their backs were vaguely lonely.

"The White Horse Temple stick formation, worthy of its name!"

The monks did not look back, but the expressions on their faces became more and more resolute.

"Song Kun in Xiakong Mingshan, today I saw Brother Li's sword, Dapo White Horse Stick Formation, my heart swayed, and I wanted to discuss some doubts about martial arts with Brother Li. ”

"Song Kun, you have to talk about first-come, first-come. I saw a merry boy in a cyan suit step forward and said with a smile, "In Xia Songshan Sect Mo Jade Bone, I have set up a banquet in the Drunken Immortal Residence, waiting for the big driver!"

"Where to go! Where to go! I just got drunk as a dead dog yesterday, and now I am still being dragged by you to drink! Lao Tzu fell asleep and then ran to fight again!"

Listening to this familiar voice, Li Wenshuo also smiled knowingly, he was also taken care of by this brother, Li Juexian rushed to the scene with an angry face, but only saw the pale Li Wenshuo standing with his sword, and he was even more angry at the moment. But it's not because Li Wenshuo was injured, in his shallow consciousness, he didn't even vomit a few pounds of blood, where is it called injury, but it was obviously a battle in which his brother became famous all over the world, but he was not able to witness it on the spot, how can he not regret it?

Li Wenshuo in the east of Fenghua Prefecture, two broken the White Horse Temple herringbone stick array, at the age of eighteen years old ascended to the Xianfeng realm of the Great Perfection, for a time the statement of the reputation of Fenghua Prefecture martial arts, caused the factions to shake, there are sects want to recruit friends, there are also famous sects of the first disciple down the mountain, want to fight with one.

Speaking of this, I saw that the storyteller in the store took a sip of water, stroked his beard, slapped the wood in his hand, and said loudly: "I want to know what will happen next, and listen to the next decomposition." “

Seeing that all the guests in the room woke up from the story, the storyteller also smiled with satisfaction and retreated from his seat, only the middle-aged man who pulled the erhu was still pulling on the chair, as if the startling sound did not wake him up from the song.

In terms of scale, Zuixian Pavilion may not even be a second-rate inn in Fenghua Prefecture, but in terms of popularity, it is one of the best in Fenghua Prefecture, as for the reason, in the final analysis, it is because of this little-known storyteller, Mr. Storyteller is not very clever, and it has changed a lot in the past few years since the opening of this tavern. Famous is the stories of the rivers and lakes told by the mouth of this storyteller, which may have added a lot of embellishments of the Spring and Autumn penmanship, but in general, they are all facts that are false and false on the rivers and lakes, and even some secrets of the rivers and lakes that no one knows are often reported, which attracts many people in the rivers and lakes, as well as those who are responsible for collecting intelligence, and even the people of the imperial court.

Luo Jiuyi, who was dressed in white, sat alone at a table, slowly tasting the wine in the cup, she was used to drinking monkey wine for the first time, she only felt like a stream of molten iron rolling down her throat and flowing into her stomach, extremely spicy, after a while, she only felt comfortable and refreshed.

Now the Holy Gate is developing steadily, although it is still like fire and water with all walks of life, but there is no need for her, the master of the sect, to sit in the sect all day long, as for Li Wenshuo, who reached the perfection of Xianfeng at the age of eighteen, she didn't take it seriously, not to mention that she is now in her twentieth year, she is already a martial arts master in the Xuanche Realm, that is, the four people in the sect, and now they are only in their twenties, who is not that Xianfeng Perfection? Thinking of this, Luo Jiuyi's pride gradually grew, and a majestic qi unconsciously stretched out.

Everyone is not the slightest aware, still doing their own things, to say that this Luo Jiuyi, not to mention the national color and fragrance of life, can be placed in this northern land, it is enough to make people's eyes shine, sitting here for so long, there is no one who dares to come forward to harass, not because of today's peaceful and prosperous world, the etiquette is deep, but everyone who is close to the table where Luo Jiuyi is, they all feel a cold air rushing to their faces, and unconsciously avoid it.

Only the middle-aged man who was pulling the erhu suddenly stopped, and looked at the woman in white who was drinking alone a few steps away with a shocked face.

The middle-aged man also smiled apologetically, and continued to pull up the erhu in his hand, as if he had changed a person, a few faint huqin sounds, the sound of the qin was desolate, as if sighing, and like crying, trembling with the sound of the piano, making a staccato sound, like a drop of light rain falling on the leaves, the listeners were all intoxicated.

Luo Jiuyi's eyes were also slightly narrowed, and the green and jade fingers gently twisted the wine glass in his hand, and swallowed it in one gulp, ignoring the man who looked ordinary, but was actually extremely extraordinary, and after a while, he only heard the sound of the piano suddenly, and the voice was raised, and the originally attentive listeners only felt that their ears were shaken and hurt, and some of them got up and shouted: "Ge Laozi, you want to scare Lao Tzu to death!"

The treble gradually lowered, and suddenly it was peaceful again, seeing that the middle-aged man had no reaction, the big man with stubble on his face was even more angry and laughed, snorted coldly, rolled his sleeves, and smashed an old fist to the bridge of the nose of the man playing the violin, and suddenly the man stumbled, the violinist was still playing the violin in place, the man's powerful punch was empty, he was not a weak hand, he was in the deep mountains all the year round and the tiger and wolf fought to practice his skills, and he was also a good hand at the peak of the initial realm, knowing that there were strange things, but he just didn't believe in evil, just a person who pulled the erhu, and it was a black tiger heart, full of power, and the pianist also frowned slightly, and glanced at the man, The man looked at the gaze slightly, only to feel that the qi machine collapsed in an instant, the original powerful punch suddenly softened, staggered forward a few steps, a few blood marks appeared on the body, the eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding, opened his mouth to say something, but the tongue also fell out of the mouth, so shocked that all the spectators stood up, but they didn't dare to run out, only to see the violinist stood up, bowed slightly to the surroundings, and said softly: " Don't panic, Drunken Immortal Pavilion is open to welcome guests, and it won't hurt you in the slightest. ”

One of the big man's friends was closest to the old man, and he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, and there was a fishy smell between his legs, so frightened that he peed his pants, knelt on the ground, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"The hero spares his life, the hero spares his life, this kid has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, he offended your old age, and he died innocently, and he died innocently. ”

Seeing this scene, the people around him all showed a look of disdain, they were as timid as a mouse, or even the most important word in the rivers and lakes was lost, the old man didn't feel anything about it, but looking at the stain on the ground, he also frowned, and the next moment, the head of another peak master of the first realm fell to the ground, and from beginning to end, no one saw the pianist make a move.

A few shopkeepers dressed as people carried people away expressionlessly, cleaned up the blood stains on the ground, and after the pianist nodded to Luo Jiuyi, he continued to bow his head and play the piano. Although the other guests were not good at running the rivers and lakes on May Day, they were still not in the mood to eat this meal when they suddenly saw this, and they all paid the money and left hastily, except for Luo Jiuyi.

Luo Jiuyi always lowered his head and drank, even if the liquor in his hand burned his throat, but he did not see the slightest drunkenness, until the huqin gradually ended, and the wine in the pot also bottomed out, Luo Jiuyi finally raised his head and said with a smile: "I don't know if I don't come, behind this drunken immortal pavilion, it turned out to be the Taixuanlou, I saw Mr. Cao today, and he really deserved to be the second assassin in the world in the legend, and he really lived up to his reputation." ”

Hearing this, the pianist known as Mr. Cao also smiled slightly, did not deny it, but the hand holding the piano tightened slightly, seeing this, Luo Jiuyi also narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "What, Mr. Cao even wants to kill me?" Between the words, a majestic internal force was swaying in the sleeve robe, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was a deep eagerness hidden in his eyes.

Mr. Cao also squinted his eyes slightly, and the fingers holding the piano kept clenching and loosening, repeating seven times, and finally smiled: "There are indeed many people who have entrusted us to kill you, and there are not a few black and white." But when I first saw him today, I wanted to make friends with the owner. ”

Hearing this, Luo Jiuyi also laughed, Taixuanlou is the strongest killer organization today, the methods in the door are weird and cruel, ordinary sects, whether black or white, do not want to deal with them, but there are some pickled things that have to rely on them, the legendary number one killer has never missed, and no one knows his identity, Taixuanlou This organization also does not know where it is, who is the leader, the status of the rivers and lakes is not high or low, but few people are willing to mention it, there was once a head of Huashan who was determined to destroy Taixuanlou, but in just three days, the body of the first disciple in the Huashan faction was hung in front of the mountain gate, within half a month, The children of all walks of life who went out to travel, the corpses were constantly sent, and they were hung in front of the eyes of everyone in the Huashan faction, and since then, no one has proposed to destroy Taixuanlou, after all, such an organization doesn't know how huge it is, and it seems that all the assassin killers in the world can have anything to do with them.

Luo Jiuyi sneered, got up and said, "Friends can't say it, but since Mr. Cao is 'merciful' today, if he meets in the future, I will definitely not take revenge!"

As soon as the words fell, several eldest sons shot at Mr. Cao like sharp swords, and did not see any movement, only to see a string of sparks popping out of the air, and a few copper coins were broken into several halves, Luo Jiuyi snorted coldly, turned around and brushed his sleeves away, the killing intent in the eyes of Mr. Cao, who only knew his surname and did not know his name, also disappeared without a trace, sat back on the stool, and in a blink of an eye, he changed back to the ordinary violinist who could not be in the ordinary piano.