Wen Zhongyu came to find Murong Yan with his sword, but to no avail, he fell there in a daze for a moment, and he was turning around and walking back.

A figure burst out of the thick fog.

Wen Zhongyu was shocked, and hurriedly twisted his waist and feet and flew out to the side, and the long sword in his hand was already out of the sheath in his hand.

The person who came was Yu Wenqing, the young master of White Camel Mountain.

He looked at Wen Zhongyu with a smile and sneered: "If you don't see each other for a day, look at your soulless appearance, you will know that you are here to find her Murong Yan! Why, the eldest lady of the Murong family used to live here! It's just that she doesn't sleep in the middle of the night and is not afraid of other people's gossip?" Yu Wenqing was surprised, but there was a little disdain and a little jealousy.

Wen Zhongyu put the sword into the sheath, snorted coldly, and said angrily: "The young mountain lord is afraid that he is too much, this is Qianyuanzhuang, not your white camel mountain, the young mountain lord is afraid that it will be difficult to succeed!"

Wen Zhongyu raised his leg and wanted to go around.

Yu Wenqing blocked the way and sneered: "Why, if you dare to love you, you won't allow others to say it! Say, are you here to have a private meeting with Murong Yan, what is so attractive about a woman who has given birth to a child? How are you shameless?"

Wen Zhongyu spat in disgust and sneered: "You don't know how to be ashamed of being entangled in others." Who am I looking for, what's the matter with you? Besides, what if someone gives birth to a child, it's better than you, the unruly and unruly White Camel Mountain Major, okay! I like it, are you in charge? Say, is it because you are jealous of the eldest sister Murong that you ordered her subordinates to take Shaochuan away!" Wen Zhongyu glared and said angrily

Yu Wenqing was taken aback and quibbled: "It's how I hold it." If it's not for me to hug her, I won't allow you to interact with her Murong Yan!"

Wen Zhongyu hated Yu Wenqing in his heart.

Wen Zhongyu nodded and flew up. Leave the sentence "Can you manage it?"

Yu Wenqing also flew up and followed.

Wen Zhongyu waved his sword in the air and said angrily: "Don't think that you have nothing to fear by relying on the name of the White Camel Mountain and the identity of the Four Swords Alliance, I am not afraid of you, young master!"

Yu Wenqing flashed lightly. He turned around and grabbed Wen Zhongyu's arm, and said with a flirtatious smile: "It's a pity that you are not my opponent!"

Yu Wenqing's eyes are full of love.

Wen Zhongyu shook his body to the ground, got rid of Yu Wenqing's claws, crossed the sword in his hand, and said angrily: "That day, it was because of the face of the guests that you were not allowed to see the general knowledge, who said that I was afraid of you!

Yu Wenqing followed to the ground, spread his hands, and said with a smile: "Compete and compete, as long as you are willing to be with me." Come, come, I'll do your sword empty-handed!"

Wen Zhongyu let out an "arrogant", broke two branches, threw one to Yu Wenqing, and sneered: "This young master can't help you to be courteous here!"

Wen Zhongyu put down his sword and swung his branch to attack, and Yu Wenqing smiled to face the battle.

As soon as the two fought, Yu Wenqing felt the pressure, and he almost forced Wen Zhongyu to hurry, but Hao Xuan didn't fall. The two of them fought to a draw, and his heart was quite surprised how Wen Zhongyu's skills had progressed so quickly in the past few days!

Wen Zhongyu sneered while attacking: "Why don't you see you chic and free today, that time was just someone who let you, you are not interested!" Wen Zhongyu made three aggressive moves, and suddenly turned around and swept away. In fact, the cultivation contained in his body is not bad, but he is just suffering from his poor use; these few days, Murong Yan has been teaching him from the side, and his skills have naturally improved greatly! Now Wen Zhongyu's cultivation can not be what she Yu Wenqing can resist!

Yuwen Qingshan is not as good as the right to sweep. With a "bang", he flew out and disappeared.

Wen Zhongyu hurriedly flew into the fog.

Yu Wenqing was not lightly injured when he hit the pillar, and he fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

Here, Wen Zhongyu ran wildly. I didn't run a few steps, but I saw a person in front of me.

Wen Zhongyu was furious. waved his palm and slapped it in front of him, saying, "Don't give me a face, eat me again!"

That person was shooting in the middle, but it was as soft as patting on cotton! What kind of cultivation is this, naturally it can't be Yu Wenqing! Wen Zhongyu Dahe hurriedly turned around and flew to the side. He fixed his eyes and looked at the other side, but there was a man in a yellow shirt and a copper mask, Wen Zhongyu's soul was scattered! Wen Zhongyu hurriedly used the clouds to escape!

If that person is accompanied by a ghost, his skills are only a foot away from him!

When Wen Zhongyu fled for his life, he still swung his sword and slashed back, kicking his legs, naturally in one go.

The yellow-shirted man was stunned, shook his body and said with a smile: "It's the clouds again! How can there be so many ghost disciples and ghosts of the Guigumen on the rivers and lakes, and the ghosts are not dispersed!"

Once the distance between the two was widened, Wen Zhongyu twisted his waist and made the travel clouds and flowing water to escape for thousands of miles.

The man let out a long roar, was furious, and hurriedly flew up, like a roc spreading his wings and flying into the fog, but where did he find Wen Zhongyu's figure!

The man landed very disappointed, and he couldn't help but sigh.

On the other side, there was a person standing, holding a leather bag and looking at him coldly!

The person who came was Zhang Danfeng! Zhang Danfeng was holding a bulging yellow skin bag in his arms.

The man looked up and noticed Zhang Danfeng, sneered, and said, "What, how can the world's first sword be here? Could it be that it is specially for me?"

Zhang Danfeng smiled and said, "Yes, the responsibilities of the subordinates have now been changed! Qianyuanzhuang is willing to add another sum of silver taels and ask me to protect the young master Wen Zhongyu! You, could it be that you are the master of the Ministry of Officials, the Yellow Shirt Zhenjun? Thinking about exchanging Wen Zhongyu for Zhao Shuang, can you not?"

The man smiled and said: "Zhang Daxia is really as wise as a torch, yes, Ben Zhenjun really intends to do so! Why, does Zhang Daxia want to make a move?"

Zhang Danfeng laughed and said, "Not bad." The Ten Halls of Humanity are ranked first in the world in the rivers and lakes of the Ten Halls of Yama, and the martial arts are subdued; I think that the victory of the True Monarch's current prestige is by no means below the Ten Halls of Yama, but no one has ever really witnessed the skills of the True Monarch, and today Zhang Danfeng is not willing to try it by himself!"

The yellow-shirted Zhenjun was stunned for a moment, and said: "But as far as I know, Zhang Daxia can't even compete with Ren Tianqi of the Southern Sword in the past, do you really want to humiliate yourself?"

Zhang Danfeng shook the skin bag in his arms, pulled away the posture, and said with a smile: "The southern sword is the southern sword, the true monarch is the true monarch, and today is not the same as before, I am going to try the sword bag in my hand!"

The yellow-shirted Zhenjun opened his eyes and looked at the skin bag in Zhang Danfeng's hand for a long time, and said in surprise: "You are the sword bag in your hand that the people of the rivers and lakes call the sword mound? You are not surnamed Zhang, it turns out that the children of the Xin family in Qingcheng, Central Sichuan came to meet the alliance!"

Zhang Danfeng put the skin in his hand and said with a smile: "Yes, the true monarch is really a god! In Xia Xin Lingxiao! The nineteenth generation disciple of the Xin family! In his hand is indeed the treasure of the Xin family: the sword mound, please give the true monarch a move!"

The yellow-shirted Zhenjun said with a smile: "Qingcheng Xin's sword has always been proud of the world, and this gentleman has never participated in the grievances of the rivers and lakes, but only acts on the orders of the imperial court. Today, Benjun doesn't want to embarrass your brother Xin, besides, Brother Xin, you came to Nanling for the Zijin Order, you still have to keep your energy to compete with the Murong family and the Wen family!"

Xin Lingxiao smiled: "Zhenjun won't see the sword mound scared, right?"

Huangshan Zhenjun said: "Fame and fortune are not moved by me, what about victory or defeat, how can Ben Zhenjun be afraid of the sword mound! It's just that everything has to be dealt with in a special period now, since Brother Xin is a friend of the Wen family, there are a few words I want to ask you to bring to the master of the Wen family and Lord Nanzi of the Dragon Clan!"

Xin Lingxiao was disdainful and said: "Joke, you are the Qincha of the imperial court, the master of the ministry, you still need me to pass on the word, you are not afraid that I will be embarrassed by the court!"

Huangshan Zhenjun said with a smile: "As far as I know, the imperial court has always had the intention of lucratively recruiting the Dragon Clan, and it has never had any intention of exterminating the Dragon Clan;

Xin Lingxiao nodded.

The Yellow Shirt Zhenjun said with a smile: "The Four Swords Alliance, Brother Xin must not be taken lightly, have you seen the scene just now? The Wen family and the Yuwen family have already competed, and even the Murong family should not be underestimated! But in Ben Zhenjun's opinion, this is still secondary, the Taiwei of the Dragon Clan is the biggest obstacle for you to wait for the Four Swords Alliance to seize the Purple Gold Order!"

Xin Lingxiao was stunned for a moment, where is the Dragon Clan's Taiwei sacred, and what does it have to do with the Wen family.

The noise here attracted many Zhuang Ding and masters, and the yellow-shirted Zhenjun flew away.

Zhuang Ding led Xin Lingxiao to meet Wen Dawu, the owner of the third village, and Xin Lingxiao said the words of the Yellow Shirt Zhenjun. (To be continued......)