Ten years ago, Long Zhen traveled to the country of Beihu and met a monk Yizhu.

At that time, the monk Yizhu was old and strong, brave and diligent, and had cultivated the five elements of Tianzhu to the Mahayana realm. The two met for the first time, on Mount Taicang, the highest mountain. When the unsmiling monk saw him for the first time, the unsmiling monk smiled, he was a master, and he could fight with the unsmiling monk and discuss the Tao with martial arts. Unexpectedly, he should not fight. He said that there is no conspiracy with each other, he said that I am Long Zhen, and he said that you are not worthy. Yes, he is Long Zhen, and the monk who does not laugh has heard his name. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the monk would never let him go if he didn't laugh.

As a result, Long Zhenlong Sect Leader Long Yan was displeased, and finally reluctantly rewarded him with a dragon finger.

Bloodstained with tears, and don't go into details.

If Long Zhen was not present, then Yan Beige would already be a dead man, and if he didn't laugh at the monk's temper, it wouldn't be ordinarily big! Now he pointed to his nose and reprimanded him like a third grandson, and the monk who didn't laugh was already furious, and his face was not hanging. But the monk who doesn't laugh is silent, because the monk who doesn't laugh now already knows that this surnamed Yan is the younger brother of Long Zhen's subordinates, and he is the most important one, hitting him is like slapping Long Zhen in the face: "Villain!

In fact, this time Longjing Xiliang started a war, which had nothing to do with the Beihu Kingdom, and Moro was passed on by Dai Tuo Jialuo, and he also wanted the Beihu Wangting to watch from the wall, and that's it. In fact, Yan Daxia put the three of them on the stage just to make a malicious joke, and he was just idle and having fun. There is nothing to say, when asked about Moro, Moro also admitted, but that is not about Moro, Moro is just an insignificant little person, who came here with Huba Cileng to play, and he is not a spy. Moro and Yan Beige not only know each other, but they are also good friends and good brothers, which is just a boring joke.

As for the non-smiling monk and Prince Geshu, Yan Daxia thinks that if it is not my race, his heart will be different, this is a reminder and a warning to the two people, who are talking about the people of Beihu, don't act rashly, don't stab the knife in the back. Why is Yan Daxia like this, everyone also knows that the war is about to start, at this time, the monk and the prince of Geshu can't move, the so-called pulling a hair and moving the whole body, moving these two people, but giving Beihu an excuse to take advantage of the chaos to send troops, and the stakes are clear.

Laughing and scolding, but in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Daxia and Master Moro hooked shoulders and whispered affectionately, but what they said was another of their old friends, Lingxiu Monk. In a blink of an eye, the monk and the prince of Geshu were hung on the stage again, angry and scolded a few words, closed their eyes and were embarrassed for a while, one quietly came to the stage and sat down, and the other stepped down if no one was around, and a storm was invisible. In the blink of an eye, everyone was talking, some were dignified, some were relaxed, some were enthusiastic, some were shaking their heads and sighing, and so on.

Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me.

Yan Daxia spoke again, talking about the national crisis, the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband, and he should have the money to contribute and make a strong contribution, and all of them are united to protect the family and defend the country. For example, the True Dragon Sect donated all the money obtained from this martial arts conference to purchase armaments to support the Liangzhou front, totaling 14.8 million taels. It is said that it is powerful and cannot be messed up, otherwise it will only add to the chaos, Yan also knows that marching and fighting is not child's play, the so-called heroic hero fairy sword sword is like Yan someone on the iron-blooded field, and it is also generally a dead person who does not know whether he has no face and no skin, which everyone must keep in mind. is talking about Yan Beige's announcement, this martial arts conference is over, everyone goes back to their own homes to find their own mothers, if you are really reluctant to let me, a Yan hero who loves flowers and flowers, then stay, and there is a lame show.

A lame play, which cannot be sung for a thousand years.

No one walked away, everyone was watching, everyone knew the story of the Puritanism and the True Dragon Sect, there was definitely a drama!

Where did the dragon really come from?

How did the Dragon Old Sect Leader live and die?

How did Mei Zhangjiao live and die?

Mortal enemies! Mortal enemies! Although the two families did not say it explicitly, almost everyone present knew that the war had not yet begun, and there would be sectarian disputes today! The True Dragon Sect, the largest gang in the world, is the bull's ear in the martial arts, and is the lifeblood of the world, and the great foundation of its power is unshakable and incomparable! The thousand-year-old sect of the Shangqing Dynasty has a profound foundation and many talents, and it is impossible to compete with it, but everyone in the Shangqing Sect is a hard bone, and it is not good to fight him, and it is not good to fight him, and it is better to die! than to give in!

I have to say that the world at this time is not just the world of Longjing.

I have to say that most of the elites of the large and small sects present are under the control of the True Dragon Sect.

Jin Ge stopped, and the words were forward.

"The Shangqing Great Sect has as many masters as dogs. Yan Beige has no good words to say, and it is clear that he wants to embarrass the Shangqing Dao: "A dry hair, the old way, Yan is not talented, which one comes first?" Yan Jushi, you say no inferior words to yourself, but Poor Dao also asks you, what is the faith?"

A word goes back to twenty-four years ago, on the thirteenth day of the lunar month, when Long Zhen broke into the Qing Dynasty alone.

The time limit of the covenant has not yet arrived.

"But after two strokes, why should you take it seriously?" Yan Beige was condescending and aggressive: "Also teach Yan to see, since you taught Mei Lao Dao to return to heaven, what kind of strange things have you produced in Shangqing, haha! Are you afraid? Don't you dare? You come? You come? Or are you doing this little miscellaneous hair? You? You? or you?" called out one by one, and at that moment, Yuan Daoist Sima Daochang gave him instructions one by one, including the disciples of Shangqing, including a Fang Daoist: "I'm coming!" It was Yue Ling who spoke: "Shangqing Yue Ling, dare to ask for advice!"

The people in the Qing Dynasty are not allowed to be humiliated!

Yue Ling came to power with a sword.

Yan Beige is not very good, only in the stands, the wooden man and the wooden woman, the eight winds do not move, and the faction is calm.

It's more than bearing, but also self-cultivation, the second elder knows that Yue Ling should have the power to fight!

Don't you know, Senior Brother Yue, you will be defeated as soon as you get together.

"How old are you? Milky boy who hasn't dried up, Mao'er hasn't grown yet, haha!" Yan Daxia smiled again, looking like a hanger: "Okay, if you lose, you will kowtow to me eighteen times, and then call me an eighteenth-generation ancestor, and I will compare with you." Yue Ling frowned, and thought slightly: "If you lose, what should you do?" Yan Beige laughed, full of pride: "If I lose, it will be average!"

Yue Ling groaned, Yue Ling knew that he was not his opponent: "Senior Brother Yue, there is a ghost in that scoundrel's words, don't fall for him!" Yue Ling was startled, everyone looked sideways, but saw that it was Daoist Fang, Daoist Fang pointed at Yan Laoer, and sneered: "If you lose, he is also average, kowtow to you eighteen times, and then call you an eighteenth generation ancestor, but?" It is indeed a ghost in the words, and there are many conspiracies and tricks, Yan Lao Er gasped when he heard this, and his eyes widened: "Tut, this little miscellaneous hairy child still has brains, not ordinary!

Good calculation!

Daoist Fang scoffed, and returned a blank eye.

Everyone was shocked!

Speaking of conspiracy and plotting, that is the director of Daoist Fang, Yan Daxia is a class with an axe, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

But it's a joke.

Yan Beige immediately changed his words and implemented, whoever loses kowtows, and whoever loses is called the ancestor.

He knew that Yue Ling didn't dare.

Yue Ling didn't dare, Yue Ling was not afraid of losing, he was afraid of losing his face.

Strength dictates.

Rengui knew that Yue Ling was not his opponent, Yue Ling had the strength to fight, but at this time, Yue Ling could not fight.

If you don't make a move, you will be defeated.

In fact, Yan Beige doesn't have to make a move at all, this is what Yan Beige expected, you are so angry that your teeth are itchy and helpless, you can sacrifice your life to fight, but you can't afford to lose people. This is the reason why Daoist Yuan and even Daoist Sima who is as fierce as fire should not fight, it is embarrassing to be left and right, which is really helpless. Elder Mu, Granny Mu, are also average, and there is nothing to be done. Calmly and calmly it was pretended, and I was very annoyed in my heart, and when I came, Mu Zhangjiao, or Xiao Tiantian really said it reasonably-

Let him go and ignore it.

Shouting! Shouting! One person is alone and one is teaching, Yan Daxia is triumphant!

The bear is withered, and everyone in the upper Qing bows their heads, and they are generally disgraced.

Someone is doing, someone is watching, not to mention others, this is a scene that Long Zhen wants to see.

Long Zhen is here for this.

He Yi lowered his eyebrows.

But I don't know that there is another variable, which is true in name: "Who I said, don't call indiscriminately, and me." ”

History is always strikingly similar, and a farce of that year was staged again-

"Long Zhen, who do you think you are, if you don't accept it, come back in twenty-four years, see you later. ”