"The fierce silver gate of the Han Zhu suddenly appeared this year three top masters, known as snow marks, wind marks, and frost marks. Of these three, Snow Mark holds the sword, Wind Mark makes the sword, and Frost Mark holds the bow. The sword of the snow mark is ethereal and invisible, the sword of the wind mark is fierce, and the gold is silent, and the bow of the frost mark is even more powerful, some people say that this bow can be turned into invisible, and the special arrow feather is also invisible, and it can kill people in silence. The old beggar said in amazement.

When Xing Ke heard him say this, he didn't think so, it was common for the rivers and lakes to exaggerate and spread the gods, he poured a glass of wine, brought it to his lips, and drank it indifferently.

But one thing is certain: the white silver gate of the Han Zhu is indeed a master, and I am afraid that his skills will not be under the late master Yang Yuanzhi.

"Then what do these three people have to do with the martial arts test conference in Mufeng City?" Hai Canglan asked opposite the old man.

"The Flame of the Han Dynasty has always liked to make trouble in the rivers and lakes, snatching the secret books, assassinating the people of all factions, and it is really hated by people of all factions, but it is a pity that the Lie of the Han Dynasty has superb martial arts regardless of the silver gate, the bronze door, or the killers in the Xuantie Gate, and their whereabouts are secretive, and the organization is huge, even if they do all the bad things, the various sects and factions are powerless, and now there are three top killers, and they are panicked. I heard that the snow marks, wind marks, and frost marks were all taught by the sword saint Ding Shuyang. The old beggar said.

"Sword Saint Ding Shuyang, wasn't that more than 300 years ago? besides, he is a Sword Saint, how can he teach people to make swords and bows and arrows?" Hai Canglan asked.

"These are unknown, maybe his descendants taught the exercises to these three people. I only heard the legend that the old man of the Sword Saint pursued the supreme realm of swordsmanship all his life, and the subtlety of the swordsmanship is very imaginable. But even so, the proud and lonely Sword Master was defeated once. The old beggar said.

"Oh, who did he lose?" Hai Canglan asked.

"It's been a long time, and it's not known to whom he lost to. But people say that he was defeated by the sword moves of Tianyan Xiuming Sword back then. ”

"The Sword Saint was arrogant, and after he was defeated, he hid in the mountains, and spent his whole life creating the Snow Mark Sword, the Wind Mark Knife and the Frost Mark Bow, but even so, when he died, he still sighed that he had exhausted his mental strength throughout his life, but he still couldn't understand the profound sword meaning of the Heavenly Evolution Cultivation Sword, and it was difficult to match it. The old man sighed.

"Tianyan Xiuming Sword, such a powerful swordsmanship, why haven't I heard of it before?" Hai Canglan asked.

"It is said that the martial arts people also set off a bloody storm in order to compete for the sword spectrum of the Xiuming Sword. However, the strange thing is that later the people who got the sword spectrum found that the martial arts recorded in the sword spectrum did not have much attainment, and it was mediocre, and then the swordsmanship declined, and now the three masters of the descendants of the sword saint came to Baiyinmen, and people remembered the Tianyan Xiuming sword that had defeated the sword saint. The old man continued.

"Then what does this Xiuming Sword have to do with the Martial Arts Trial?" Hai Canglan then asked.

"I heard that the Yunhua Pavilion of Mufeng Villa contains the sword spectrum of the Tianyan Xiuming Sword. As we all know, if you want to enter Yunhua Pavilion, you need to get good results through the martial arts trial first, and then you have a chance to join the Mufeng Xia Club. Therefore, this year's martial arts trial conference came to many famous figures of the martial arts faction. The old man said.

"I see. Hai Canglan replied.

"In the past few days, Huo Tong, the young master of the Tianshan faction, has been in the limelight a lot. However, according to the news that the old man knows, he will not be in the limelight for long...... Haha......" The old beggar stroked his gray beard and laughed.

"Oh, why?" Hai Canglan asked.

"Haha...... As far as I know, the head of Phantom Wu Mountain followed the wind, Yingyue, the valley master of the Burial Soul Valley, the young master Mo Shenji of the Martial Arts Peak, Yuan Guyin, the princess of the Eclipse Moon of the Netherworld, Yan Bing, the rookie of the Blade Gate, and the purple-clothed Daoist of Qixia Mountain all rushed to this year's Mufeng Villa's martial arts trial meeting, and if they wanted to come here in the next day or two, they should be able to rush to Mufeng City. You said that when these people came, how could the young master of the Tianshan Sect have a chance to be in the limelight? haha...... It seems that this year, this small town is really going to be lively, haha......" The old beggar laughed.

"It seems that this Tianyan Xiuming Sword is really unusual, and it can attract these great factions of the rivers and lakes to come!" Hai Canglan sighed.

"Haha...... What's more, in addition to these big factions, some famous sects in the rivers and lakes have come, what Po Samen, Brahma Gate, Fengyun Hall, Wolong Gang, Iron Sword Sect also came to join in the fun, and even some small factions that can't be named have also come a lot, I heard that even Xu Feng, the head of the Yunyan faction who has rarely shown up, also rushed to Mufeng City to help his son-in-law, Mu Xifeng, the owner of Mufeng Villa, for fear that something would go wrong in this martial arts trial. The old beggar said.

"Oh, even the people of the Yunyan Sect are here? I remember hearing that when Ling Qiuzi, the real person of Yanyu, was alive a few decades ago, the Yunyan Sect was a first-class faction in the rivers and lakes, although the swordsmanship declined later, but the people in the door were still born out of the ordinary, and rarely involved in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, I didn't expect that the head of the Yunyan Sect would also come this time. Hai Canglan said.

"Well, someone saw Xu Feng in Jinghai City two days ago, Jinghai City has always been calm, and he lives next to Mufeng City, I think he will never come to visit the mountains and rivers, he must be here for the conference of Mufeng City. The old beggar continued.

Xing Ke heard the old beggar say that Uncle Xu Feng also rushed to Mufeng City, shook his head disdainfully, and thought to himself, sure enough, hearsay, you can't believe it all.

The old beggar and Hai Canglan held the wine bowl and chatted happily for a while, and unconsciously drank up four pots of Linjiang Chun, Hai Canglan reached into the placket, but only took out a few grains of broken silver, he said to the old beggar embarrassedly: "Uncle Xue, I don't have much wine money when I go out today, and now the remaining silver is only enough to drink some ordinary coarse wine, and the old man still wants to drink with me?"

The old beggar wiped the residual wine from the corner of his mouth and said: "The little brother invited me to drink several pots of Linjiang Chun, you and I chatted so speculatively, and we can be regarded as confidants in wine, since we are confidants, how can we care about what kind of wine we drink? Even if it is coarse wine, with the company of the sea brothers, the wine will be more fragrant, of course, you and I will be familiar at first sight, and we will not return home if we are not drunk tonight!"

Hai Canglan was also full of interest, and beckoned the little second brother to serve two more jars of coarse wine, and the two continued to drink.

At this time, an old man dressed in a blue background with a silver pattern brocade came up the stairs with a strong man.

The two sat down at a table in the hall, and the strong man glanced at the old man on the corridor, and began to shout: "Little Er, what's the matter? Damn, Lao Tzu didn't find a vacant seat in the Bully Furong Building, and when he arrives at your small shop, he still has to eat with Huazi!

Lao Zhaohua didn't pay attention to this strong man, only raised his voice and said to Hai Canglan: "Don't look at my old Huahua is now in rags, a bad old man, I think back then, I was the guest of honor of the Yeling Gongzi of Ruize Imperial City, and I also used to be dignified, and the jade tree was in the wind, fascinating many young and beautiful girls." Who wants to be teased by this stupid pig-like kid when they get old......"

"Who do you say is a pig!" the strong man slapped his palm on the table, shouted angrily, and immediately stood up.

In an instant, the originally wide table board was smashed into tiny pieces all over the ground by his palm, and the little second brother on the side was frightened and stood on the side in a daze, not daring to step forward.

The few guests in the hall ran away in the blink of an eye, leaving only Xing Ke, Hai Canglan and the old beggar.

At this time, the old man in brocade next to the strong man put his hand on the strong man's shoulder, pressed him to the seat, and whispered, "Forget it." ”

The strong man seemed to be very respectful to the old man in brocade, and he was no longer angry, and sat down peacefully.

The old beggar seemed to be frightened by the strong man's palm, and no longer answered, but snorted softly with a little good face, poured a bowl of wine and drank it, and stopped making a sound.

Xing Ke at the end of the corridor only drank to himself, ignoring the quarrel between the two parties.

There was silence in the hall on the second floor.

At this time, Hai Canglan on the opposite side suddenly laughed a few times, and said to the old beggar: "I have long heard that the people of the Po Shao Sect have sparse and ordinary martial arts, but their temper is not small, and they like to cause trouble everywhere, but I didn't expect that when they arrived in Mufeng City, their arrogance was still so strong! These people are born without education, and the old man is going to be ruined, come, let's continue to drink." ”

"You ......" The strong man's eyes widened angrily, and he rushed towards the old beggar and Hai Canglan in anger.

The old man in brocade stopped him with a horizontal arm, and the strong man obediently stopped and stood in place.

The old man in brocade stepped forward and said to Hai Canglan: "Your Excellency has good eyesight, and you can see at a glance that we are from the Po Sect. ”

Hai Canglan smiled slightly.

"You say that the people in our door love right and wrong, but it's not false, the people in our sect just love to be lively, but martial arts are not loose and ordinary, only after understanding the teaching, can we say it!"

As he spoke, the old man in brocade slapped his palm on the table in front of the two. Unlike the previous strong man's palm, this time the table board was slapped into powder by his palm.

With the wind in his palm, the old beggar's beard and hair fluttered in an instant.

A palm blow, deafening.

The old beggar immediately covered his ears, curled up on the bench, and when he saw the table board being beaten into powder, he trembled and raised his head and said to Hai Canglan: "Boy, it's okay to drink, but you can't win a fight, this old man is too powerful, I'm afraid that staying here will drag you down, I ...... I'll go first, don't be angry with the flowers!"

The old beggar was trying to get up and run away, when the old man in brocade stretched out his hand to block his way.

The old beggar smiled at the old man in brocade and said: "Old brother, I just stinky and beg for food, I have no intention of offending your old man, you are superior to this young man, let me go!"

The old man in brocade had a goatee and said with a cruel smile: "Hmph, you humiliated my nephew, don't want to run!"

As he spoke, the old man in brocade swung out a palm and hit the old beggar directly, this palm was more powerful than before, if he was hit, if he wanted to live, he would definitely not be able to.

But this palm fell into the air.

"You go, I'll leave it here. Next time, I'll invite you to drink when I bring enough money for wine!" Hai Canglan said with a smile.

He half-raised his body with a smile and slammed his foot at the old beggar's bench, which immediately slid out of the square with the thin old man, smashed the table and stool behind him, and flew straight towards Xing Ke's wine table.

The old beggar screamed in surprise and turned to Xing Ke for help.

saw that Xing Ke looked calm, his eyes were still looking out of the corridor, he picked up the wine glass, and sent it to his lips, completely ignoring the old beggar who flew in on a bench.

There was a flash of silver light in the air, and there was a ping pong sound, and the bench under the old beggar had been cut into two pieces, one after the other fell to the ground, and shattered.

The old beggar stood in front of Xing Ke unharmed.

Xing Ke was the same as just now, looking out the window, drinking by himself, but the sword on the table beside him moved slightly.

"You and I have no grievances, if you don't save me, forget it, why do you still fall into the well and take the opportunity to cut me with a sword!" the old beggar yelled at Xing Ke.

"Hmph, I didn't want to meddle with your affairs, but you are obviously a practitioner, and now you are causing trouble, but you are pretending to be so useless, and pretending not to look like it at all, I can't stand it anymore...... Xing Ke said coldly.

"What do you say......"

The old beggar suddenly noticed that in order to avoid Xing Ke's sword just now, he had used the light skill of Shangcheng, and he was standing at the table at this moment, his posture was straight, and he completely lost his previous weak and slumpy state, and stopped talking immediately.

On the other side, the old man in brocade has slashed several palms at the sea Canglan, although each palm is strong, but unfortunately the palm fell short and fell behind.

The man named Hai Canglan was not in a hurry, and easily avoided the chain of palms of the old man in brocade. He jumped up, sat down on the bench opposite Xing Ke, picked up Qiu Lubai on the table, took two sips, and said with a smile: "The old man doesn't want to make a move, even if he doesn't act like it, why do you want to tear down other people's platforms? But you are quite interesting, and your swordsmanship is not bad...... Later, it's up to you!"

As he was talking, the strong man and nephew of the old man in brocade had already strode towards the table, and the wind was blowing under his sleeves, and he suddenly pushed forward two palms.

At this time, the old man in brocade clothes had also arrived, his hands were drawn with gossip, his eyebrows were sharp, and he also pushed out two palms to the three people at the table.

In an instant, the palm wind hit the face, the tables and stools were shattered, and the calligraphy and paintings at the end of the corridor were also broken into pieces, like fluttering butterflies flying down the corridor......

In the chaos, the old man in brocade and his strong man and nephew only felt two lights and shadows flashing in the void, like a goshawk spreading its wings, lonely and slaughtering, swift and fierce, and then only felt a hot pain in his cheeks.

When the dust settled, Xing Ke stood alone by the stairs, and the sword in his hand glowed faintly.

His face did not change in the slightest, and his eyes were like deep ancient wells, undisturbed.