Far away like smoke and mist, close and empty, neither bright nor night. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info a day of dew washing is difficult to retreat, a few traces of dawn clouds are endless.

In the mist, the cold moves, the ruthless killing machine, is greed, desire, and the cruelty of the rivers and lakes.

But in the smoke at this time, although the moves were flying, the sword light and the sword shadow, no one was willing to release their martial arts will at this time.

After all, unlike ordinary moves, the will of martial arts is like a beacon that cannot be hidden. No matter who used it first, it may not be able to inflict heavy damage on the opponent, but it is indeed certain that he will be exposed because of this.

Seeing that the smoke is getting lighter and lighter, everyone can no longer care about their opponents, at this moment, it is only right for Shilling Xiaolou to listen to Chunyu leave Gao Yanan's hands overnight.

"The cold wind has not been defeated, and the plum blossoms are fragrant!"

Master of the withered plum of the Huashan faction!

With the sudden explosion, everyone suddenly understood why Gao Yanan appeared here. It turned out that the head of the Huashan faction, Gao Yanan's mentor, and Master Kumei also arrived here.

Speaking of Master Kumei, there is no one in the rivers and lakes who does not tremble in his heart, and there is no one who does not admire him in his heart.

In the past, Qinghai "cold-faced Rakshasa " sent a war book, to fight with the master of drinking rain in the forehead of Mount Tai, if the rain was defeated, the Huashan faction made the envoy to join the Rakshasa gang.

This battle is related to the success or failure of the Huashan faction, but the master of drinking rain went crazy at this time, Huashan can neither avoid nor fight, and Kumei only has a substitute teacher to fight.

She also knew that she was by no means an opponent of the "cold-faced rakshasas", and when she went, she had already decided to die and wanted to die with the cold-faced rakshasas.

The cold-faced Rakshasa naturally didn't take her in his eyes at all, so he asked her to "come up with the topic and draw the way", but Master Kumei actually lit a pot of boiling oil with a big fire, calmly put his hand into the oil, and said with a smile: "As long as the cold-faced Rakshasa dares to do this, Huashan will admit defeat and admit defeat." ”

The cold-faced rakshasa immediately changed color, stomped away, and never stepped into the Central Plains again, but one of the left hands of Master Kumei had also been burned to the bone by boiling oil.

This is also the origin of the word "withered plum".

A withering glory grows and dies together, but it is full of domineering and ruthless energy. In the next moment, countless moves that hit Gao Yanan together melted away as if they had encountered the scorching sun and ice and snow under the swept momentum of Master Kumei.

Master Kumei has never seen her smile since she shocked the cold-faced rakshasa back then. Known as the Iron Fairy Gu, a trace of coldness flashed on her face at this time, and the next moment, after a muffled snort, the whole person actually left three footprints on the ground in a row.

The smoke cleared, and the next moment, Gao Yanan, who was alone, stood alone, and in her hand, on one side was an empty wooden box, and on the other side was a sword with only one hilt left. Fragments of the ground were scattered all over the ground, as if to tell something, laugh at something.

The wooden road man is gone, the mud leg is gone, and Xiaolou is gone after listening to the spring rain overnight. At this moment, outside the screen, there are only the master and apprentice, and Master Kumei's eyes are constantly sweeping over the screen one after another.

"Good, good, good!"

Master Kumei said three good words in a row, but no matter who it was, he could only hear a kind of gritted teeth and a ruthless feeling.

From the age of thirteen to study alone in the Huashan faction to taking over as the head of the Huashan faction, in a few decades, Master Kumei has experienced countless ups and downs. But there has never been such a loss of face as today.

The things that were originally in his hands were finally lost, and Master Kumei angrily held back a sigh at Gao Yanan: "Let's go!"

The next moment, he had already walked out first and strode downstairs.

Gao Yanan has always been a very sensible apprentice, so no matter what Master Kumei says, she will abide by it. She didn't look at the fragments on the ground, nor did she look at the weird screen here, and the next moment, she also followed the steps of the withered plum master and left quickly.

"Amitabha, everyone, the magic knife was born, it is not the blessing of martial arts, in the past, Xiaolou listened to the spring rain appear on the rivers and lakes overnight, which has caused a lot of bloody rain. You are all the top figures in today's martial arts, why don't you get straight to the point and discuss the ownership of this small building listening to the spring rain overnight?"

The speaker's voice was strong and peaceful, and the rolling sound waves surged between the countless screens, but they did not disperse. If you stand outside the screen, you will never hear a sound.

There was a loud bang, and several screens in the southwest corner suddenly exploded.

Sitting in the middle was a burly old man dressed in clean pudding. His temples were covered with gray hair, and wrinkles had appeared on his face, but his eyes were full of life and majesty.

He was sitting there alone, but if you look at him, it's as if you're seeing thousands of horses.

At this time, he smiled at the screen that had just sent the Buddha's name and said, "Since Master Tianfeng has already spoken, Ren is not talented, and he is also willing to contribute to the Central Plains Martial Arts." ”

"Amitabha!"

With a Buddha call, a young monk who was dressed in white socks, unstained all his life, and even the smile on his face had the meaning of dust, slowly opened the screen on the other side, revealing an old monk with white hair and hair inside, who did not look anything special.

"Since Master Tianfeng and Old Gang Leader Ren have this intention, I naturally want to join in the fun!"

As soon as the voice fell, as if pushed by an invisible hand, the screens on the outside, suddenly opened on their own. revealed the wooden man who had just intercepted the mud legs, and the ancient pine monk who had always been inseparable from him.

Shaolin, the Beggar Gang, Wudang, and the three major factions have joined forces, and it can be said that they occupy more than half of the gang forces in the world.

No matter who you are, when you encounter these three major gangs to show your identity and intentions, you always have to think and hesitate for a long time.

At this time, in the screen where Jiang Feng and the three of them were, the drinks and refreshments on the table had disappeared. In its place, there was a knife with a cyan hilt, a cyan blade, a cyan blade, and a curved hilt, like a natural crescent.

I don't know how many conspiracies and calculations have been made for this knife, and I don't know how many lives have been paid for this knife. It is the treasure of the Demon Sect, the most terrible magic knife in the world, Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight.

"It seems that the person who can't get this knife is already in a hurry!"

Gathering sound into a line is definitely a profound kung fu in the rivers and lakes, but for Jiang Feng and the three of them, it is just a very simple and ordinary kung fu.

"Jiang Feng, pull out this knife and see if it can really help you. ”

As soon as the voices of Lian Xing and Ying Yue fell, Jiang Feng nodded, and the next moment, his right hand had already fallen on the hilt of the knife. (To be continued.) )