Wuling Mountain has the characteristics of rain and heat in the same season, long winter and short summer, four distinct seasons, cool summer, and large temperature difference between day and night. The topography is very complex, and the climate is also diverse, sometimes "peach blossoms are floating at the bottom of the mountain, snowflakes are flying on the mountain", and sometimes "it is rainy under the mountain, and the sun is shining on the mountain".

At this time, it is noon, although the sun does not roast people in summer, it also brings people a ray of warmth.

A group of Miao Xiaxia people in southern Xinjiang were busy for a long time, and finally lifted the poison of the martial arts people, and most of the people were basking in the sun, still lazily lying down and exposing their right shoulders in the sun.

Although he still looked at Xiong Wei with fierce eyes, the atmosphere was still a lot more relaxed without the provocation of the spies.

Someone stepped forward, looked at Xiong Wei and said, "Xiong Wei, in order to fight for the divine sword, so many martial arts people died, you have to have an explanation." ”

Xiong Wei looked at the divine sword in his hand, scratched his head, and said stupidly: "What do you say, it's all the fault of this divine sword." ”

Everyone besieged them, and some people laughed when they heard Xiong Wei say: "What else are you pretending to be, hand over the sword in your hand, or accept the challenges of various sects, if you kid can fight all over the three mountains and five mountains, you can also be the overlord of this martial arts." ”

"So, what is the intention of those who say that Xiong Wei has a demon sword in his hand, and what is the motive of those who keep saying that they want to kill Xiong Wei?"

"Boy, to put it bluntly, everyone wants the Excalibur in your hand. ”

"Xiong Wei, you're right, it's all the fault of Excalibur. ”

"If you want not to be killed, you kid obediently hand over the Excalibur. ”

"Why do you want Xiong Wei to hand over the Divine Sword, the Divine Sword is yours?" Xiong Qi asked stupidly, in fact, he knew very well in his heart that these people just wanted to occupy the Divine Sword.

"Whoever has a divine sword will have an absolute advantage in weapons, and no one is a fool. ”

"Whoever the Excalibur belongs to, why do you want to rob someone else's? There is a kind of victory by martial arts. ”

Some people say something fair, in fact, they want to snatch the Excalibur as a weapon of their own and take the lead in the duel.

But from the root, this sword is said to be made by the sword idiot with the ten great swords, and it is really not a sect, to say what sect should be had, among the ten great swords, the sword idiot has collected eight famous swords, and the sword idiot is Xiong Wei's uncle, so it is really Xiong Wei who is authentic.

It is also a fact that there is only one famous sword, and everyone wants to get it. The martial arts people who were lying on the ground slowly got better and began to whisper again.

"Xiong Wei, I didn't say that I wanted to give it to you at the beginning, the divine sword is the martial arts in the world, and only those with the highest martial arts can get it. ”

"Xiong Wei, the Excalibur should be owned by people with high moral standing in the martial arts. A few Taoist priests in Wudang stood up first, "The sword is headed by Wudang, and the divine sword can only be owned by Wudang." ”

"Why do you Wudang say that the sword is headed by you Wudang?" Several sects in the rivers and lakes also jumped up, and there was a great momentum.

"Yes, the divine sword belongs to the world's martial arts, not your martial arts. If you want to say that there is a highly respected sect in the martial arts, you are not the only one Wudang. "The person who speaks is reluctant to point out other sects, and his own sect may not be ranked, and he is unwilling to say it.

"Two masters, it's good for you to talk too. "Someone named Shaolin.

Before the two monks of Shaolin could speak, Master Dinghui rushed out and said: "It's useless for anyone to say, Xiong Wei has killed so many martial arts people, kill Xiong Wei first, give an explanation to the martial arts people, everyone is here to fight for the sword." ”

"Mrs. Shi, are you reasonable? Xiong Wei heard that Emei Lao Ni was looking for trouble for himself again, and his head really got bigger again, "I said that it was a spy of the Jurchens, not me." ”

"If it weren't for the Excalibur in your hands, there would be so many people fighting, and you would either hand over the Excalibur or you would have to bear the consequences of killing so many people. Dinghui Shitai's sword pointed at Xiong Wei and said, it was really unreasonable, and it was useless for Xiong Wei to be anxious.

"Speaking with martial arts, if anyone can beat Xiong Wei, who will own the sword first?"

"Wait! Do you want Xiong Wei to speak? Xiong Wei is fish, who wants to eat it?" Xiong Wei felt more and more that everyone was still coming to him.

Xiong Wei looked around at the foot of the Great Wall, these people were lying on the ground just now, and now they heard that almost all the people of Excalibur had stood up.

At the foot of the Great Wall of Wuling Mountain, there is not much effort, and there are countless sects of rivers and lakes, some of them have already jumped out, you look at me, I look at you, everyone understands, there is another fight in front of them.

"Fellow martial artists, why are you all looking at Xiong Wei. Xiong Wei simply asked loudly, "This is going to be a martial arts conference?"

"Don't play tricks with this kid, who's going to go first?" someone said loudly.

Xiong Wei looked at it, the number of people this time was not less than the time when the sword was cast in Huangshan, it increased unabated, and there were many sects that he recognized.

Standing on the left is the self-proclaimed famous and decent martial arts, headed by Shaolin and Wudang, the two monks of Shaolin and a group of monks stand a little off, Wudang Mountain has the most people, and they account for half of them on the left, but although Xiong Wei recognizes it, he is only familiar and cannot be named.

"I don't know where the Wuchen Dao Leader and the Wuji Dao Elder are?" Xiong Wei looked at it and thought to himself, the last time Wudang Mountain was in battle, many people died, and the Wind Scar Dao Elder was probably not injured either.

Xiong Wei continued to look and recognized that the white-bearded old Dao was the Dao Chang Yu Xuzi of Qiyun Mountain, and there was also the Emei old nun who was fighting with him in the dark. There are still a few old Taoists with Yuxuzi and Emei Laoni, and I think that the "Eight Directions Gods" collectively known on the rivers and lakes have already arrived.

Looking to the right, the three sons of Black Attack, Bai Shou, and Miaobi Scholar are also here, and there is one more person next to the three of them, who looks unusually handsome, Xiong Wei thought in his heart for a while, that handsome person may be the Qin Demon of Moyin Villa.

Looking along the way, there are Xiao Wuming and Guzhu Muxue, and further to the right, the girl like Miao Yiyi is also there, and Luo Banxian is also among the crowd. and Tang Feng from the Tang Sect also came, and there were many people around him.

"If you want to hold a martial arts conference, you have to launch a martial arts person to preside over or something?" Xiong said half-truthfully.

"Boy, you haven't been the leader of the martial arts alliance yet, and you are commanding from above?" someone provoked below, "Of course, the leader of the martial arts alliance must win with martial arts, and everyone will compete first." ”

"Tournament!"

"Tournament!"

The crowd shouted with enthusiasm.

"Wait!" Suddenly, a shout came from the direction down the mountain.

Xiong Wei looked over with everyone's eyes, and an old monk and an old Taoist came down the mountain, Xiong Wei recognized the monk as the abbot of Shaolin, and the old Taoist was the head of the wind scar road.

The Wind Scar Daoist walked up the mountain, and there were many Wudang disciples, so he immediately ran out, and a road flashed at the foot of the Great Wall, and the Shaolin Abbot and the Wind Scar Daoist walked towards the Great Wall.

Xiong Wei also hurriedly jumped down from the Great Wall and stood aside waiting for the two elders to come.

Seeing Xiong Wei, Fengji didn't say a word, and said coldly: "Xiong Wei, hand over the divine sword!"

"Ahh

Xiong Wei took the Excalibur and was about to hand it to the Wind Scar Daoist reluctantly, when suddenly a shout came: "Slow!"

Xiong Wei looked up and saw that it was the monk who was carrying water just now.

"Monk, who are you, and you are also involved?" someone laughed, and everyone laughed "haha".

The monk did not answer, but stomped on his foot, and a strange wind came out from under his feet, blowing "whirring" towards everyone.

The wind was no less powerful than the blue coat's, and a passage was immediately made at the foot of the Great Wall. "Hehe!" the monk rose from the ground and flew in mid-air, flying over the heads of everyone and towards the Great Wall.

"Ahh

"Since everyone has come to my Wuling Mountain, and my monk has lived here for decades, isn't it my monk's right to speak!" The monk stood on the Great Wall, pushed with both hands, and the ice and snow all over the ground rolled up, and it didn't take much effort to pile up into a snowball.

"What kind of kung fu is this?" Even Xiong Wei has only seen the ice and snow flying, and he has never seen the ice and snow rolled up in a pile, Xiong Wei instantly felt that there are really mountains outside the mountains, and there is a sky outside the sky.

"Leng Long, the seventh killer of the rivers and lakes. ”

"Seventh!" Xiong Wei couldn't help but take a few more looks, he had already seen the monk's light skills, but he didn't expect the monk's hard skills to be very good, no wonder it was the seventh killer.

"Leng Long, so you are here?" Leng Long's appearance undoubtedly attracted a lot of enemies, and several people from the rivers and lakes immediately rushed out.

"Hehe! I want to hold a martial arts conference? Can't I come to participate? Can't I win the Divine Sword!" Leng Long smiled coldly.

Xiong Wei counted on the side: "The first is the blue coat, the seventh is the cold dragon, and the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, eighth, and ninth?

"Hmph, I really don't know how Xiaoyaozi can accept an apprentice like you and let others castrate. The cold dragon snorted inside his nose.

"Me?" Xiong Wei looked at the divine sword in his hand, this person was really right, how could he hand it over so easily? Xiong Wei hurriedly took it back and held it in his arms.

"Xiong Wei!" the Wind Scar Dao shouted loudly, which meant that if you didn't hand over the Divine Sword, it would be a great sin of rebellion.

"Good Dao Chief!" Xiong Wei suddenly learned to be obedient, holding the Excalibur in his arms, pretending not to know what the Wind Scar Dao Elder meant.

"Xiong Wei, hand over the Divine Sword!" a large group of Wudang Daoist priests shouted sharply.

"You Wudang want to be shameless, why do you let Xiong Wei hand over the divine sword?" Leng Long is really cold, speaking coldly, his voice is cold, and his appearance is even colder, as if he is standing in such ice and snow.

The face of the Wind Scar Daoist couldn't hold back, and he put on a martial arts supreme appearance and said: "Xiong Wei is a disciple of my Wudang Mountain layman, and you have the right to speak." ”

"The world is in charge of everything. Leng Long turned to Xiong Wei, "Xiong Wei, do you want to fight for this martial arts alliance leader?"