Fu Jingnian's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he picked up the injured Iron Bull on his back, and said, "Uncle Lin, hurry up and tell me where the Iron Fist Sect is, I'm a young man, my hands and feet are fast, maybe I can catch up." ”

"Okay, the Iron Fist Sect is on Wuyue Mountain outside the city. Xiao Nian, don't be impulsive when you go, there are many of them, bear with it. Before Uncle Lin finished speaking, Fu Jingnian had already galloped away, and when he said the last sentence, he could only see the back of a white robe and white hair in the distance.

Galloping all the way, Fu Jingnian put his thumb and index finger to his mouth and blew a whistle vigorously.

The sharp-eyed people in the city could see that an eagle falcon turned into the shoulder of the white-haired and white-robed man like a sharp arrow, Fu Jingnian tore off a corner of his clothes, bit his index finger, and gently wrote the six words of the Wuyue Mountain Iron Fist Sect, and the eagle falcon grabbed it, faster than when it came, and swept away the city like lightning.

Galloping out of Nanban City, Fu Jingnian saw that there was no one around, the surname Suo let go of cultivation, one step at a time, at first he could barely see Fu Jingnian's appearance, and gradually, he could only see a seat of white hair and a white robe.

And so on.

Heaven and earth were thundering, rushing towards Wuyue Mountain.

...............

A hundred miles away from Nanban City, on a low hill, Wei Nian gently took the creed from the mouth of the eagle falcon standing on his arm, and muttered in a low voice: "Wuyue Mountain Iron Fist Sect?" suddenly turned his head and chuckled: "Yu'er, you quickly lead a thousand light horsemen and hurry to the Wuyue Mountain Iron Fist Sect." Remember, this is the order of the Nine Emperors. ”

An elegant and mellow voice came from behind Wei Nian, "Yes." ”

A thousand black-clothed light horses, carrying swords and crossbows, freshly clothed angry horses, galloping on Wuyue Mountain.

At the foot of the Ootsuki Mountain.

Fu Jingnian looked up at the Iron Fist Sect on the top of the mountain, and a cold light burst out in his eyes.

"Iron Fist Sect, hehe. ”

.........

The Iron Fist Sect is not a big sect, with about five or six hundred disciples, and the sect master is said to be in the second-grade realm, and it can be regarded as a second-rate sect in the rivers and lakes.

Even so, for ordinary honest people, it can be called a behemoth that cannot be provoked.

Today is a day worth being excited about for the Iron Fist Sect, of course, it would be better if there was no old man who struck iron to stir up the situation.

The sect master of the Iron Fist Sect is now back from the capital Chang'an, and he also brought a young son-in-law, it is said that this son-in-law is very big, and he is the sister-in-law of Du Xingbang, the current military department of the Great Qin Empire.

Of course, this is only a matter of saying, and there is no way to reveal how many real surnames there are, but even if he is not the sister-in-law of the military department, looking at the respectful appearance of the sect master, it is definitely not something that the second-rate sect of his Iron Fist Sect can afford to provoke.

Bai Mo can be regarded as one of the few masters in the Iron Fist Sect, and he is arrogant in the sect, and he has put up the shelf of the new generation of leaders in the sect, however, after he and his sister Xiuxiu came back from the mountain training, his face was gloomy, and the sun never appeared on his face.

Iron Fist Sect, Bai Mo stepped on the chest of the old iron head, his eyes were cold, and he said indifferently: "Old guy, you have the end you have now, if you want to blame it, blame the miscellaneous guy in your shop." ”

The old iron head fell to the ground, his breath was dying, his gray hair was messily draped, and his body was shaking from severe pain.

Bai Mo snorted coldly, moved his steps up, stepped on the face of the old iron head, and kept ravaging.

Outside the Iron Fist Sect, a thunderbolt exploded into the door. The speed was so fast that where Ben Lei entered the sect, there were two people who were guarding the door with guns who were wrapped in spears and flew into the sect together, Ben Lei broke into the door, but the two disciples even hit the bluestone with guns and other people's heights, banging twice, turning into two pools of blood and iron foam, and they had no power to fight back at all, so they died on the spot.

"Who gave you the qualifications to dare to put foot in his face. The voice was cold and cold, coming faintly from the door.

With the explosion of two pools of blood, a white-robed and white-haired man walked out of the gate of the Iron Fist Sect with a person covered in gauze on his back.

The white-robed and white-haired man had a cold gaze, and the eyes of the man covered in gauze were resentful and hateful.

Bai Mo raised his head suddenly, he couldn't forget this voice, "Hehe, I was about to go to you, but you sent it to the door by yourself, so you can stay here today." Bai Mo continued to step on the old iron head's face, the old iron head was surprised for a moment and turned worried, just wanted to speak, but was trampled on by Bai Mo again, and could only shake his head weakly and lose his eyes, suggesting that they should go quickly.

Fu Jingnian frowned, took one step, and instantly arrived in front of Bai Mo, and a punch hit his chest with a strong wind.

Bai Mo flew upside down, the robe on his chest exploded, spit out a mouthful of blood, and shouted loudly with a smile: "Sect Master save me." ”

In an uproar, there were suddenly disciples in the sect surrounding Fu Jingnian and the three of them, and the number of people gradually increased, forming one circle after another, crowded with people, countless.

The circle automatically got out of the way from the periphery, forming a path where only two people were left to pass, the Sect Master of the Iron Fist Sect and the Brother Gongzi from the capital walked together, and slowly walked in, the Sect Master of the Iron Fist Sect glanced at Bai Mo who collapsed on the ground, and said solemnly: "I don't know why the disciple offended the childe, why the son shot to injure my disciple." ”

The corners of Fu Jingnian's mouth curled slightly, and he didn't answer, just smiled sarcastically, and carefully picked up the old iron head on the ground.

The old iron head opened his mouth to ask, Fu Jingnian made a shushing gesture lightly, and said with a smile: "Let's go home and talk." ”

The old iron head nodded, carefully took the iron bull wrapped in gauze on Fu Jingnian's back, and the two stood behind Fu Jingnian with each other's support.

Fu Jingnian saw Xiuxiu hiding in the crowd at a glance, and said with a smile: "The wind is tight." ”

Senior Sister Xiuxiu's eyes were complicated, and she quietly retreated to the periphery, if this white-robed and white-haired man was really the person he guessed, he was afraid that none of the people present would be his opponent.

Nanban to Middle Earth, three thousand miles of road and three thousand beacons. The ancestral city killed a hundred armor with one sword, and dragged the bloody knife out of the city. Outside the city of Suzhou, within ten zhang of the King Kong to kill King Kong.........

Xiuxiu thought silently.

Fu Jingnian glanced at the crowd around him, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, there are so many people, bully me alone?"

The Sect Master of the Iron Fist Sect took a step forward, hugged his fists and said, "The Sect Master of the Iron Fist Sect, Ning Deqin, is willing to ask Gongzi for advice. ”

Fu Jingqing smiled: "Okay." ”

Ning Deqin took off his clothes, revealing a strong muscle, hunched over and bent his knees, like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity.

Fu Jingnian took out a willow branch from his arms, pressed the cultivation on the second-grade realm, and said with a smile: "Come on, try my swordsmanship." ”

Ning Deqin's color is calm, the soles of his feet exert force, like a sharp arrow, bombarding Fu Jingnian, the fist is ruthless, punch after punch, fist only hit the door, Fu Jingnian flashed left and right, the willow branches were sometimes soothing like clouds, sometimes hard as steel casting, and scratched Ning Deqin's body again and again, drawing out one blood groove after another, Ning Deqin ignored it at all, and his fist fell like a storm and rain.

"Bang. With a punch, Fu Jingnian couldn't dodge, grabbed the upper end of the willow branch with his left hand, grabbed the lower end of the willow branch with his right hand, straightened it hard, blocked the punch, and the fist hit Fu Jingnian's chest through the willow branch, Fu Jingnian took three steps back, rubbed his chest and smiled: "Enough!"

"Snort. The willow branch slashed at Ning Deqin's body again, drawing a long but not deep blood chisel.

The two of you come and go, but in a moment they have already exchanged dozens of moves, Fu Jingnian, who has never used a sword to duel with someone, is dripping, although it is said that it is a willow branch instead of a sword, but the understanding of the sword has increased a few points.

Ning Deqin exclaimed in his heart, this son's swordsmanship was mediocre, he didn't seem to be a swordsman, but he was like a swordsman with a big opening and closing, but his fighting skills were excellent, Ning Deqin believed that if this white-haired man didn't rely on that excellent sense of fighting, he would have been defeated with that mediocre swordsmanship.

Fu Jingnian, who was dodging, suddenly stopped and grinned: "Okay, I won't play with you." ”

The cultivation of the first grade of the Vajra realm burst out in an instant, and the willow branches reflected a brilliant golden light.

"Striking iron. ”

Rumble.

The willow branch pressed against Ning Deqin's fist, instantly pressing him to his knees, his knees sinking deep into the ground, and two fists that seemed to be cast of steel exploded in an instant.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and before the disciples in the Iron Fist Sect could react in a hurry, Ning Deqin knelt on the ground, and suddenly, everyone was ready to move.

Fu Jingnian put away the willow branches and smiled faintly.

"More than people?"

The horse's hooves roared violently on the top of Wuyue Mountain, from far to near, becoming more and more clear and terrifying.

I saw countless light cavalry with crossbows and swords riding up from the side of the stone steps, falling into everyone's eyes, arranged in a line, like the tide of the Guangling River.

This thousand elite light horsemen rode a thousand white horses, wore a thousand long knives, and carried a thousand crossbows.

The person at the head is dressed in an elegant green shirt, holding a cool fan, and smiling calmly.