It is impossible for all the martial arts to be famous.

It is impossible for the three thousand soldiers to be all rushed into battle.

Obviously, they are all deliberately too modest.

Seeing Xun Ye put away the gun, Chu Mad got up, and the two were half a foot apart, looking at each other.

A breeze blows in your face.

is a grin, a purified lip, all of them are comprehended.

Although there is a difference of about ten years between the two of them, although it is not as good as the New Year's friendship, it is also a full generation difference...... But looking at the looks on the faces of the two at this moment, it was obvious that they didn't care much about this.

'Ahem-'

Just when they didn't know each other, a slightly inopportune cough suddenly jumped into the ears of the two.

It was a slightly hoarse old man's voice.

Chu Madness and Xun Ye were both slightly stunned, and immediately turned sideways and followed the prestige.

I saw that on the ten-mile wasteland, there were two figures, one tall and one short, walking slowly, stopping ten steps in front of them.

The two of them were dressed in two wide robes, and they were atmospheric and desolate. The short one was a slightly hunched old man, holding a well-decorated square wooden box in his arms, and the tall one was a tall and strong man, leaning on a man-high straight-bladed knife on his palm and shoulder, which was very majestic.

Chu Mad and Xun Ye knew the two of them.

The strong man with the knife is called Fang Wenzhong, and he is the old man's guard.

And this old man is called a public loser.

He is the head of the family of the loser of Qimen Gong.

And this public loser ranks third in the 'Zhulong Mansion' in the Jianghu of the Military Martial Arts Qimen.

It is not much inferior to the Three Saints and Seven Heroes of the Western Regions.

Seeing the old man and the strong two people slowly walking in front of them, slowly raising their eyebrows, looking at the one-eyed Chu Mad and the gentle Xun Ye, they frowned, the old man's face was slightly wrinkled, he raised his hand to brush his beard slightly, and the strong man's face was slightly blue.

Xun Ye blinked, smiled slightly embarrassedly, raised his gun and clenched his fists, and made a series at the two.

Five years ago, during the Great War of the North, he had never faced the loser...... But the opposing positions of Yonghua and the military and military forces don't need to be said much.

Although now both of them have more or less left their court positions and marched to the Western Regions, both to support the murder knife in their hands...... But no matter how you say it, the hatred of the family and the country is as deep as the sea, and it is not so quick to release the previous suspicions, right?

Chu Mad grinned and chuckled, and also bowed his head at the two comers.

Although he has been wandering in the martial arts since he was a child, he is obviously not as natural as Xun Ye, and he has a reason to make a feud with the public loser...... But he just shouted the voice of 'Northern Barbarian', and he was afraid that he would be heard within a radius of ten miles.

The two of them knew that they were at a loss, so they showed weakness a little first and politely saluted.

Seeing this scene, the head of the public loser raised his sleeve and stroked his gray beard, and also bowed his head slightly, and although Fang Wenzhong, who was holding a long knife on his side, bowed his head and hugged his fist, his face was still iron-blue, which was really not good.

After saluting, the four of them looked at each other and were speechless.

Just because ...... There is really nothing to say.

Come to think of it, if it weren't for the fact that they were all ordered by Ning Lin to help the family, they were the killing knife of the family, and they only killed the people who the family wanted to kill...... I'm afraid that the four people who met at this time have already fought a big fight, and they are going to decide whether they will succeed or fail......

can only sigh secretly, sigh, this family is really hands and eyes, can catch the world's heroes.

But fortunately, the sky has eyes, and the four of them didn't continue to be so embarrassed for long.

I heard the sound of Suosuo's footsteps in my ears, and then I invariably raised my eyebrows sideways and followed the voice, looking at the four figures who were slowly walking beside them.

It is a line of two lacquer clothes, a line of robes, and a line of Buddhist beads.

The lacquer-clothed person, Luan Mo Luan Zhen, according to legend, is after the demon clan Luan family who made trouble in Zhenhuang City in the past. As we all know, the demon clan was born good at Qimen, so Qimen is more mysterious than mortal Qimen, which makes this pair of Luan family sisters and brothers young, and they have become a force that should not be underestimated in today's Qimen.

The man in the burqa, according to the scorpion, is a well-known poisoner in the vast Western Regions. Although he has never heard of this scorpion being a Qimen, his ability to refine poison is even more fierce than that of the people in Qimen - whether it is poisoning things silently and secretly, or now indulging in poison in broad daylight, it is nothing more than a simple matter for him to breathe and drink water.

The name of the Buddha bead monk is unknown, and few people know where he came from. Although Buddhism in the world originated in the extreme south of the mainland, its fate is different from the Taoism in the east of Tianxing Mountain and the myth of the west of Tianxing Mountain - Buddhism has not been carried forward, but with the extreme south of the country turned into a desert area four hundred years ago, it has disappeared from the world, and there is no successor with a name and surname who claims to be the descendant of the head of Buddhism and so on. Now, even if you don't mention the true dragon world that once destroyed the Buddha on a large scale, you don't talk about the ancient sages who secretly excluded the world...... Let's just say that in the Western Regions where the people are open, there are basically not a few monks with Buddhist beads and reciting Buddhist scriptures.

It makes this middle-aged monk with his hands folded and his eyes closed even more strange.

The four figures who came over and the four people who had been standing here before converged, and the eight of them bowed their heads to each other, and few of them made gestures, so they didn't know each other very well.

I don't know a lot about it, and I don't need to get acquainted with it.

Because.

They didn't come here for an autumn tour of the corridor.

"It's all here. ”

Just as the eight gathered.

A deep voice jumped.

Xun Ye, who was carrying a silk silver spear, blinked, turned his face slightly, and looked west with everyone.

Then he saw a man standing in the basin about ten feet away.

A man with a well-proportioned appearance.

A man with no strands on his upper body, only countless blue and red patterns covering his body.

A man with armor on his lower body and a skirt on his waist, layered on top of each other weighing at least thirty pounds.

A man who they can get acquainted with each other, but preferably with him.

Just because, he's—

'Knock ——!'

Between heaven and earth, there was a thunderclap.

It was the man who kicked the ground and flew, leaping ten feet and grazing over the top of the crowd.

Standing, before sunrise in the east.

Then, turn around and raise an eyebrow.

Look at the crowd at the same time.

But although it is level-eyed, there is still the majesty of overlooking from the top of Mount Tai.

Just because.

His name is Wei Lian.

It is the head of the Seven Heroes of Qimen.