Qunhao saw that this person had a sallow face, like gold paper, and recognized him as the dust-breaking son of the Qingcheng faction's patriarch, although this person is known as the dust-breaking, but he is really worldly, and he likes the cave and the pleasure of the palace on weekdays, and the land of rouge and gouache, but he is a Taoist priest of the Burning Pill Refining Sect, more than 20 years ago, he took a paste of elixir, and even broke the entrance, advanced by leaps and bounds, and his internal strength increased for more than ten years, becoming the leader of the Qingcheng faction？

Teng Qianlu's eyes narrowed into a slit, and every wrinkle on his face seemed to be mocking, and he said with a smile: "Brother Pochenzi, you have been known as the number one master in Shu for decades, do you know any shame? ”

Po Chenzi was furious, holding the dust whisk, stepping on his toes, and rushed towards Teng Qianlu, his body was very fast, and he was really extraordinary. But Teng Qianlu walked up behind him, and punched the bridge of the nose of the broken dust, and the broken dust used a move "rising sun", and pressed the dust to the guard's arm. Unexpectedly, the guard changed his move quickly, turned his fist into a grasp, and with a drag, he grabbed the dust and brushed the dust silk thread, and regained it with force.

Po Chenzi felt that the enemy's internal force was surging like a wave, and hurriedly fought for it, saying that he could not lose his blade. The man laughed, let go, and let Dustbreaker recapture the dust, but his left fist was tapped at the same time, hitting Dustbreaker's nose, jaw, and chest in an instant. Pochenzi screamed, his nose bleeded, his teeth fell out, and his bones fell down, and the disciples of the Qingcheng faction were worried and frightened, and rushed forward and helped the first master of the Qingcheng faction back.

Goshawk thought to himself: "This dust-breaking son was defeated in two moves, although he was not worthy of his name and was unfamiliar with martial arts, but these guards and bodyguards under Teng Qianlu were all strong in martial arts." When facing the enemy, there are many opportunities, and they are all extremely powerful characters. He is just a broker who fishes in troubled waters, where can he recruit such masters? And looking at the appearance and dress of these people, and the number of martial artists, but they can't see the slightest origin, could it be that they are all hermits in the cold mountains who have lived in seclusion for decades?"

The heroes were horrified when they saw that Pochenzi looked embarrassed, and although they were dissatisfied, they didn't dare to show it. I saw another Taoist stand up in the crowd. The calm bearing is very different from the broken dust.

He saluted and said: "Teng Jushi, the poor road is the evergreen son of the pine wind view, and today he is here for the goshawk, which is for the Jiuding Sutra." Ten years ago, the three division commanders of the poor road competed with the masters of the Ghost Sword Sect, but they missed for a while and died under the sword. In order to avenge the great revenge, the poor road has practiced swordsmanship for many years. When he went out, he learned that the Ghost Sword Gate had been destroyed. But the Jiuding True Scripture is an extremely evil skill, and the poor Dao will definitely destroy it, so that there will not be a ghost sword gate in the world. ”

Teng Qianlu heard the name of "Songfeng View". With admiration on his face, he sang: "I have heard for a long time that Songfeng Guan 'Qingxiao Three Swords' swordsmanship is good, and he has always been jealous and hateful, and the door rules are strict. There are many talents under the door, although the prestige is not high, but when it comes to real kung fu. Many big factions and big gangs can only be stunned. With Senior Brother Changqingzi's cultivation, he can naturally take over the fire sculpture for him. ”

Chang Qingzi was overjoyed, bowed down to thank him, and led the two junior disciples to step forward together, standing three feet away from the goshawk and the others.

Goshawk has also heard of the name of "Qingxiao Three Swords", in addition to the senior brother Chang Qingzi, there are also two masters, Sha Yanzi and Huang Xiangzi, each proficient in the Songfeng Guanshu magic swordsmanship, those people of insight in the martial arts, speaking of the names of these three people, are sincerely admired, admired, at this moment to see these three people go down the mountain and go out together, although they are not afraid, but secretly carefully observed.

The three Taoist priests were really immortal and tall, but the goshawk stood close, and when he saw them under his beard, the corners of his mouth were bent upward, trembling slightly, obviously extremely happy and excited, I am afraid that he was also coming under the banner of righteousness to snatch the Jiuding True Scripture.

When the rest of the people saw Qingxiao Sanjian step forward, they secretly estimated their strength, and they knew that they were far from it, and most of them didn't dare to say more, so as not to be ridiculed by Teng Qianlu and be humiliated. That Teng Qianlu was not in a hurry, and waited quietly, and after a long time, it was getting late.

At this moment, I saw a man in a black coat pushing away the crowd and walking out with his head held high. This person's face is covered with black patterns, and he can't see his original appearance clearly, but his appearance is extremely majestic, and when he looks forward to it, he looks like a lion. Listen to him say loudly: "Mr. Teng, Zai Xia's name is not enough to worry about, but he is confident that he can take over the goshawk and dispose of it properly, can Mr. let Zai Shang stand by?"

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter one after another, and said: "You scoundrel man, you have been abducted and deceived into a 'thousand words'? Someone laughed and said: "His incognito trick is really quite subtle, if he really stepped forward and eavesdropped on the whereabouts of the goshawk, he would not be afraid that others would come to him for trouble." ”

Teng Qianlu shook his head and said, "Since Mr. is unwilling to show his true eyes"

Before the words fell, the man took out a small iron gourd from his arms, about the size of a thumb, he threw the iron gourd gently, and the iron gourd floated slowly and flew towards Teng Qianlu, but the speed was extremely slow, as if there was a string hanging in the air. When everyone saw that he was very skilled, they immediately stopped laughing.

Teng Qianlu took a step back, the previous guard reached out and grabbed the iron gourd, touched it slightly, his body shook violently, Teng Teng Teng took three steps back, his face was pale, his breathing was heavy, and the iron gourd was unhindered, and continued to float towards Teng Qianlu. Teng Qianlu was a little panicked and shouted: "Zhao Jia, Guan Yi, Zhang Bing, help stop this thing!"

The other three guards came out in response, one stretched out his palm to block the iron gourd, gritted his teeth and exercised, and the blue tendons on his face burst out, so that the two grabbed the arm of the first person, and each of them helped each other with internal strength, and the three of them shouted in unison, and the internal force surged, which worked instantly, and stopped the iron gourd. Teng Qianlu bent down and copied it, took the iron gourd in his hand, pondered for a moment, and said: "I see, it turns out that the heir of the gourd monk has arrived." ”

Most of the heroes in the field had never heard of the name of this gourd monk, and they asked each other for a while, and they were shocked. The black-robed man was also quite surprised, he originally intended to show off his kung fu, but he didn't expect to be recognized as a teacher, he said: "The master has retired to the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has long stopped asking about the world, only in this one apprentice." The older he gets, the more he regrets that the murder he committed in the past is too heavy, and he heard that this goshawk has reappeared in the rivers and lakes, so he ordered to come down and not let the Jiuding True Scripture fall into the hands of traitors, so as not to cause disaster to Wulin. ”

Teng Qianlu smiled and said: "I think it is your master who recalls the past, compared to the present, he is afraid of the reincarnation of the heavens, and the past will repeat itself, in order to win the 'Great Joy and Great Compassion Divine Skill', how many bloody storms and bloody rain were set off on the rivers and lakes, and finally caused all the relatives, friends and enemies to lose their lives, alone, living in seclusion in the mountains, and now forty years have passed, can the divine skill be regarded as practiced?"

The black-robed man didn't answer, he pointed to the iron gourd, Teng Qianlu saw that there were two faces engraved on the iron gourd, crying and laughing, and if you look closely, it is not a carving, but a fingerprint print.

He suddenly looked gloomy and sighed: "This is really the kung fu of 'Joy and Sorrow', did the gourd monk pass on that martial art to you? Since you have such magical powers, why do you want to covet the 'Nine Tripods Divine Skill'?"

The black-robed man replied: "As I said before, I am not planning to make this trip, but to eliminate a martial arts catastrophe invisibly, so as to prevent the tragedy from recurring and ruining lives. ”

Teng Qianlu pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Is that really what you intended?" Come up, and be as resourceful as yours to deliver the goshawk into your hands. ”

When the black-robed man heard him say, "Like you with such a witty mind", a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he was a little embarrassed: he did not come this time out of righteousness and chivalry, but with the intention of taking the Jiuding True Scripture as his own. His own martial arts are already extremely high, if he can practice this Jiuding Divine Skill again, the name of the world's number one master, I am afraid that it is not a fool's dream, he thinks of this, his heart is hot, and he does not care about Teng Qianlu's sarcasm, he stepped forward, his hands on his back, and his expression was calm as usual.

Everyone saw that this black-robed man was mysterious and secretive, and his martial arts were surprisingly high, so they threw the secret weapon casually, and Teng Qianlu had a group of masters under him, and the four of them barely stopped him, and they were afraid for a while, and they didn't dare to recommend themselves again.

Teng Qianlu waited for another long time, and his face gradually became anxious, but he hid it very well, except for the goshawk and the snow and cold, no one else noticed it. The two of them thought at the same time: "The reason why he let everyone recommend himself and make so many tricks turned out to be delaying time, is he waiting for someone?"

The cold wind swept in the courtyard, the night was getting dark, and the heroes stood for a long time, all of them were anxious, and someone scolded: "A thousand words, what are you rubbing?"

Teng Qianlu immediately looked up to the sky and laughed, and said: "Everyone has been making trouble for a day, and they must be hungry and tired, let's go back to the house first, eat and rest, and wait for a little more comfortable, and then discuss the matter." ”

When everyone heard this, they were furious, and in an instant, they shouted and scolded, and Li Linhong, Chang Qingzi and the black-robed man also glared at him angrily. Teng Qianlu was extremely thick-skinned, calm as usual, and was about to turn around and enter the house, when suddenly, two figures appeared on the eaves opposite, jumped lightly, and fell to the ground. The walls around this martial arts arena are about two feet high, like a city wall, but the two of them come and go at will, and their light skills are extremely good.

Teng Qianlu was a little excited, and hurriedly asked the guards to shout: "The two guests are in a hurry, but they are late, but they came from afar?

The two men came so fast that they flew over the heads of the crowd, came closer, and took off their hoods, one of them was about thirty years old, and his expression was indifferent, but he was a little sad, like a down-and-out talent. Another woman, in her early twenties, was stunningly beautiful, and her eyes were as clear as black jewels, like a Kazakh girl.

The girl hurriedly said: "I am Amman of the Snow Lotus Sect, this is my fellow disciple Yu Fan, Mr. Teng Qianlu, we are here for the so-called 'goshawk'!"

The names of these two people were so loud that when the heroes heard it, they were shocked and silent, and in an instant, they broke out into earth-shattering exclamations.

The goshawk closed his eyes, sighed secretly, and said in his heart: "They are indeed here." (To be continued......)