Huangfu Yan looks like he is only in his early twenties, and the name of the green-shirted swordsman is loud and the prestige is lofty, although no one can match him, but there are very few people who have seen him.

The two people behind the boulder were both first-class masters, breathing calmly, and this appearance showed that the strength was no less than that of the lama.

Seeing that Huangfu was wearing a green shirt, the middle-aged man who was also dressed as a swordsman couldn't help but quipped: "I heard that the name of the green shirt swordsman is spread all over the Central Plains martial arts, but I didn't expect that even my Dali people began to worship it." This is not true, now the emperor is in the limelight, and the young warriors of the Central Plains are all like this, wearing a green shirt and a long sword, which is a necessary thing for walking the rivers and lakes, but in the territory of Dali, there are not many people dressed up like this.

The other person was a middle-aged man with a wide robe and big sleeves, three locks of long beard, elegant appearance, and an iron flute in both hands, but he did not smile, and snorted: "It's vain!"

Huangfu Yan sneered and said nothing, but he was puzzled for a while, when did a first-class master in Dali become so worthless, and he could meet three of them casually.

The lama looked at the Shenmu Wang Ding who was constantly exuding fire poison, and hesitated, the great enemy is current, this Mu Ding and the reckless Zhu Clam who temporarily resides in it are like a hot potato.

"Hey, monk, you don't want the reckless Zhu clam in your hand, Lao Tzu is welcome!" The middle-aged swordsman stared at Shenmu Wang Ding with a greedy expression. This little thing is not easy to catch, since this time in the mountains out of the news of this plague god, he has been searching in the mountains, although he has seen a few times, but there is nowhere to start, watching the little guy escape.

"It turned out to be a reckless clam!" the lama said secretly in his heart, dodging to avoid Shenmu Wang Ding, in order to show that he had no intention of mixing with it, as for whether there was a praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches, it was unknown.

Knowing that his junior brother was ready to move, the broad-robed man smiled helplessly: "Don't be careless, even the king of ten thousand poisons who can't help you was captured alive by this person so easily, this person's strength is really unfathomable!"

The middle-aged swordsman smiled disdainfully, in his opinion, Huangfu Yan was able to easily capture the Dao Mang Zhu Clam, mostly with the help of that strange wooden ding.

Although Huangfu's martial arts are gradually recovering, he has found another way to cultivate the middle dantian, and the foundation left by the previous Xuanwu Zhengong can not be used much, although it has an innate realm, but it does not live up to its name, judging from the strength of the internal force on his body alone, he is just a rookie who does not enter the stream.

Knowing that the middle-aged swordsman couldn't hold it back, Huangfu Yan didn't think so, threw the little Xuanwu in his pocket in front of Shenmu Wang Ding, and said with a smile: "Take care of this baby, and don't bully the friend inside!"

Everyone looked strange, and intuitively felt that the young man in front of him was a little crazy, and he actually said these nonsense to a palm-sized turtle, didn't they know that the little Xuanwu psychic place was by no means comparable to a three-year-old child, and after hearing this, he put the Shenmu Wang Ding on his back and took a few steps back.

The lama's face turned red for a while, but the burning heat of the wooden ding had disappeared, and he gave this great benefit to the middle-aged swordsman. But he didn't realize that at the same time that Xiao Xuanwu was approaching Mu Ding, a cold air had swept through the entire Shenmu Wang Ding. Although the reckless Zhu clam inside was fierce, in the face of this beast-like aura, it immediately withered, and in addition to being uneasy, where did he dare to continue to be presumptuous.

The swordsman snorted coldly, and a sword attacked, only to see Huangfu Yan only supported the ground with his left foot, almost his whole body turned in a circle, and suddenly flew up diagonally, causing the other party's sword to fall into the air.

At the same time, the long sword in Huangfu Yan's hand had already been slightly sideways, stabbing straight into the big hole in the opponent's chest. There is no subtle change in this sword, but it may be a move that the emperor has been gathering momentum for a long time, and it is so fierce and fierce that even the lamas who are far away are extremely palpitating.

The middle-aged swordsman who bore the brunt of the attack was even more shocked, and he never thought that after Xu Huangfu avoided his own sword, he would still have the strength to fight back and attack on defense. Fortunately, after all, he has experienced a hundred battles, and at this life-and-death juncture, he was in a hurry, and the long sword slammed into the ground, and he turned out with a somersault with the power of the rebound, so he managed to avoid this piercing sword.

Just had time to rejoice, the middle-aged swordsman felt that his vest was tight, and the whole person had hit a nearby boulder. At this moment, not only was the true qi in the body disordered, but it seemed that even the internal organs seemed to have been knocked out of position.

At the same time, the long sword of the Emperor Fu Yan had already followed, and looking at the momentum, this sword was bound to nail the other party to the rhythm of the stone wall.

At the last moment, the middle-aged man in the wide robe finally made a move.

With the sound of a clear flute, a strong wind had already flown out from the tail end of the iron flute, rushing towards the back of the emperor's death.

Huangfu was already on guard, and with a loud shout, the sword momentum turned, and a strong light flashed around his body. But listening to the two sounds of breaking the air, the iron flute in the hand of the broad-robed guest has been cut in two.

The people present were secretly shocked when they saw his fast and spicy sword momentum, and the broad-robed guest was like being hammered by a thousand catties, and his heart jumped.

The middle-aged swordsman saw that he was deflated again, gritted his teeth, and didn't care about the morality of the rivers and lakes, and shot out a dragon beard golden needle. This kind of hidden weapon is extremely vicious, not to mention as thin as a cow's hair, and even the needle has a barb hook, which is shot into the skin, not to mention the pain, and if you want to pull it out, it is even more miserable.

Huangfu suddenly heard a small whistling sound, when even if the Qiankun Great Movement was moved to the extreme, although his skill was slightly insufficient at this time, but fortunately, the physical defense was very strong, and there was a roar everywhere, most of the dragon beard golden needles had been returned to the other party by him by the momentum of the stars, and the remaining small part of the golden needles were cut off by the strength of Qiankun, and it was not painful to hit him.

The middle-aged swordsman staggered out of his position after sending out the hidden weapon, but the emperor reacted too quickly, and the hidden weapon sent back was extremely loose, and many of them had already fallen on him, and for a while, he screamed again and again. Falling to the ground, and not daring to move, every time this dragon beard golden needle goes deeper, the pleasure it brings increases by three points, and the pain that is forbidden when pulled out in the future is even more than six points.

The lama was about to take the opportunity to win the crown, when he suddenly heard a scream, and there was a meal under his feet, and he didn't dare to move again.

The broad-robed guest said coldly with a dark face: "Gao Shengtai in Dali, I don't know what to call the son?"

Gao Shengtai's heart moved, isn't this person known as a jade flute son, why does he look so old? But he doesn't want to pass a few years, this Gao Shengtai is in his early thirties, and he is no longer the handsome son of the year.

Gao Shengtai is the head of the three princes of Dali today, and his reputation is extremely heavy, and his introduction does not mention his own gangster name, but only points out the word "Dali", which is to suppress people with power. Unexpectedly, Huang Fu Yan had no idea about his official status, and was indifferent, just staring thoughtfully at the iron flute in his hand.

"Why, Childe has doubts about the flute below?" Gao Shengtai couldn't help but exclaim.

Huangfu sneered: "Aren't you known as the 'Jade Xiao Prince', why did you change your equipment?"

Gao Shengtai's face turned dark, the jade flute boy is the love of the people in the rivers and lakes, it is always more majestic than the iron flute boy, this guy in front of him actually knows his name in the rivers and lakes, and he is so squeezing himself, it is really too deceitful. The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and immediately snorted coldly and said: "Who are you, come to my Dali and don't say anything, and you still do this to your junior brother!" (To be continued.) )