Time passed minute by minute, and Liu Fugui's uneasiness became more and more intense. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoShouldn't all be in trouble? Wang Meng's kid's knife skills are good enough, but his temperament is jumpy; Yan Qi looks old but young after all; Li Huayuan, I don't know the depth. What are these people, it may be reasonable, but Senior Sister Wen of Dantang ...... Liu Fugui touched his chin, his experience is enough and his temperament is stable and high, so there will be no accident.

"Huh?" Thinking about it, a graceful figure rushed over, and Liu Fugui said happily: "Senior Sister Wen, you are here!"

Wen Miaoqing gasped, "Are you alone?"

"I'm not alone. ”

Liu Fugui's face was sad, and Wen Miaoqing comforted: "Wait, maybe the road is delayed." ”

The two glanced at each other, and their eyes were bitter. This time the Demon Slaying Meeting, because the three major demon sects had a map made by the masters of the Guigu Valley, the disciples of the righteous path were unconsciously surrounded by danger.

If these sixty-six disciples from the major sects and scattered cultivators from all over the Central Plains were wiped out, the righteous path martial arts would be greatly damaged. It is conceivable that in the battle of the righteous demons a few years later, the righteous path martial arts fell behind because of the poor succession of top talents.

"The Majin has a good plan. Liu Fugui has relatives.

"yes. Wen Miaoqing was thoughtful.

Li Huayuan and Yan Qi finally arrived together after a short time, looking at the elated appearance of the two, Liu Fugui hooked his thumb and said, "You two have been acting together?"

Yan Qi patted the big fat hands and said, "Senior Brother Liu thought too much, I met on the road." ”

Wen Miaoqing frowned and sighed: "Wang Meng still hasn't come. ”

"yes, it's past the hour. ”

Wen Miaoqing said categorically: "We can't wait any longer, let's talk about what happened in the past five days." ”

After everyone said something, Wen Miaoqing concluded: "Except for Senior Sister Li, who chased the disciples of the Jiangnan Sword Sect all day long and didn't encounter a demon, the three of us all encountered a demonic attack to a greater or lesser extent. ”

Liu Fugui nodded and said, "Strange, the Falling Moon Canyon is a hundred miles long, and there are one hundred and thirty-two people scattered around. We righteous path disciples don't see much, but people in the demon sect keep appearing. ”

"Obviously, the Demon Gate is nothing else this time, and it aims to kill people. Wen Miaoqing said worriedly, "Hey, I don't know where Senior Brother Wang Meng is at this time and how safe he is." ”

Li Huayuan said: "Look for him." ”

She was refreshing, and Liu Fugui made a difficulty. It's not that Liu Fatzi only thinks about his own gains and losses, but finding someone has always been a technical job, not to mention in this unpredictable moon canyon.

The eldest Wen Miaoqing clapped his hands and said: "Senior Brother Wang Meng must be found, the demons will still support each other, not to mention that we boast of the right way in the world." ”

......

Wang Meng looked at the man in front of him, and his heart was like ashes.

The man subdued him in three moves, and then tied his hands and feet with a strange rope. Then he couldn't lift up a trace of true qi in his whole body, and was carried to this barren land. There were seven other people who were just as miserable as he was, some of them were righteous and some of them were from the Demon Gate.

This person is wearing the clothes of the Huangfu family, and his appearance is handsome, and he is the Huangfu Yu.

To be precise, he has the appearance of Huang Fuyu, but he is not the real Huang Fuyu.

Wang Meng is from the Wang family in Hezhou, and he is not a novice like Yan Qi. He had heard of Huangfu Yu's reputation, and he was also a promising young man who was a sword-caster. But if it was the real Huangfu Yu, it would be absolutely impossible to subdue him in three moves.

There is a sword pond in the barren land, and for some reason the water of the pond has remained boiling, and the surface of the pool is filled with mist.

'Huang Fuyu' walked towards the bundled few people and dragged one out at random.

"Come, be a part of the sword, you should be honored. "'Huangfu Yu''s voice was hoarse, revealing a gloomy one.

The one who was singled out was a disciple of the Providence Sect, he didn't know what the mysterious man meant, and asked, "What are you going to do?" Wang Meng also pricked up his ears and listened.

"You don't know. "Huangfu Yu" smiled strangely, "I'm practicing a sword-forging secret technique, and this secret technique has a very important part that is different, that is, it requires sword guidance. ”

"Sword Lead?" the Heavenly Providence Sect disciple was surprised.

"Well, the sword leads. You are the sword lead, go down. "'Huangfu Yu' lifted him up and threw him into the boiling water. The disciple of the Providence Sect howled twice, and then there was no sound.

It is actually a guide to use living people, this sword-casting technique...... The rest of the awake people were like kings, and their teeth began to chatter. Being scalded alive by the boiling pool water, and finally becoming a part of the pool water, I shudder to think about it.

'Huangfu Yu' jingled and forged the sword, and when the sword was completed, the silver light was transparent, and it was conceivable that his sword-casting skills were extremely skillful. Then he tied the forged sword with a rope to the hilt and threw it into the lake.

Then came the long wait. 'Huangfu Yu' had an expectant smile on his face, but the hearts of the others were full of fear.

If you can't say it, the next one will be your turn.

Wang swallowed violently and instinctively shrunk back. He's scared, can he not be afraid? Before facing death, many people have enough courage, and when they really face death, how many people can maintain that bravery.

After a day and a night, 'Huangfu Yu' took out the sword in the pool, he first sniffed it, and then listened carefully, and the appearance was extremely strange.

"Hmph, it really can't be done overnight. 'Huangfu Yu' threw the sword aside, "The resentment is too heavy, and I can't refine the sword I want." Hey, you have to use the pill to adjust it. ”

He boiled a jar of medicinal soup and came to the people tied up with a spoon.

"Drink. ”

"Hmph, I don't drink it. The people in the demon gate were very tough, and said with a stalk on their necks.

'Huangfu Yu' didn't talk nonsense and threw him directly into the pool.

"Do you drink or not. ”

The next person to be asked was a disciple of the Tongtian God Sect, who opened his mouth very interestingly and ate nine spoonfuls of medicinal soup.

'Huangfu Yu' fed everyone very carefully, and with the experience of the previous demon, no one dared to say more. Wang Meng noticed that the casual cultivator beside him was still drinking very sweetly.

Can't weaken Zhongshan's name.

Wang Meng still had to pretend to be a good man when he died, and a bit of pride rose in his chest, and he said loudly: "I'm hungry, give me a few more spoons." ”

'Huangfu Yu' looked at Wang Meng with interest and nodded, "Yes." He patted Wang Meng on the shoulder, "The little brother is from Zhongshan, it's not bad." ”

After a day of impurities in the sword pool, 'Huangfu Yu' walked to the edge of the pool and sat down next to a young girl with her eyes closed.

Five years ago, in the winter, they fell in love.

The fragrance of plum blossoms outside the small pavilion was fragrant, and Huangfu Ziying took the girl's hand and smiled happily.

"Humility, with you by my side, I have nothing else to ask for in this life. ”

The girl blushed and smiled.

This year, she entered the Lingyun List, and Huangfu Ziying didn't care.

This year, he became another great swordsmith in the Huangfu family, and Huangfu Ziying didn't care.

Love is in his heart, the girl is by his side, the sky is high and the earth is wide, he only cares about this.

No matter how happy it is when you are young, it is more fortunate that you are in love.

Then now sitting in front of this boiling sword pool, he only thought about one thing. Forge a sword that will never separate the two.

"Haha......" Huangfu Ziying smiled, smiled, and gradually fell silent.

ps: Three more, make up.