C6

"Guan Dong owed Wu Lin hundreds of lives, how did he die?"

The Saint Hand Scholar Du Le took another sip of wine. You two are still young. Twenty years ago. An illustrious and well-known figure appeared in the martial arts world.

This person's talent could be said to be extraordinary. His physical fitness. Musculoskeleton could be said to be far superior to ordinary people. This person was in the middle of the pass. He'd taken "Forefather Changbai" as his master and left the mountain to be king in just three short years.

He colluded with the Wulin gang. Those who follow me will die while those who disobey me will die. The crowd was enraged. However, none of them were his match. Even Young Master Lin Wudang was a bit afraid.

His master, Patriarch Changbai, had heard that he had committed many evil deeds at the foot of the mountain. He wanted to clean up the sect. Yet, they were killed by him. As such, he was a heartless and unscrupulous scum from the martial arts world. A man must be killed.

"Against such a wolf-hearted bandit, what justice could martial arts be? Everyone just swarmed around him, don't tell me they're afraid of him!" The obedient little loach on the side gnashed its teeth in anger. "" Let me grab it. I'll give it a left punch and a right punch. One punch left, one punch right. We must beat him until he begs for mercy. "

I saw him once when I was a kid. At that time, at Stone Cliff Village. The Stainless Sword slowly said, "He was masked, but I still can't forget his evil eyes and his wild laughter." I am a citizen of Shiya village. My father, my uncle. Neighbors in the countryside. "They all died at his hands …" Why did I learn martial arts? I want to be just, I want to be good for the people. "

Du Le continued to speak. After the people of Guan Dong killed their master, they were also attacked by the righteous people of Wu Lin. He was afraid that he would lose and hid in Guan Dong. His master, Patriarch Changbai, had a cultivation technique that was derived from Taoism. For the sake of speed, the people of Guan Dong cultivated their meridians in reverse. After going berserk, they gradually became blood demons. "Every day, fresh blood would be poured into your body. In order to protect his body.

During a training session. He accidentally killed his wife. His son, Dongfang, smiled. He had inherited his viciousness since he was young. His mother's death had been met with Dongfang's smile. He hadn't felt the slightest bit of sadness. Instead, he was bewitched by his father. He had also practiced the Revolving Path.

Thirteen." He must have relied on his inner force cultivation to progress progressively, layer by layer. When Dongfang Xiaoxiao reached the ninth level … His meridians were in disarray. His mind was muddled. It was then burned to the face of yin and yang. His personality had changed drastically from then on.

And just two years ago, Guan Dong was a human demon. An illusion appeared on the demonic upper body. In a single practice session, he vomited blood and died. This was also the result of suffering for one's own deeds.

"Then what is it now? Is his son Dongfang Xiao still harming Wu Lin? " The little Loach asked anxiously.

"That's right, Dongfang Jingyue has a smile that doesn't change his mind. He once charged into Shaolin alone in order to challenge Master Xuan Ku." and also severely injure Master Xuan Ku. " He was now famous in the martial arts world. In the future, every sect and sect in the martial arts world would be wary of him.

"Dongfang Xiaoxiao is relying on his invincible martial arts to threaten all sects and schools to drive him," Du Le looked up and looked outside. "I saw the corpses of the men in black and said." Look at these people, they're from Miao Jiang Miao Family Village in Western Hunan. "The chief of the village, Elder Miao's third son, Dong Fang Xiao, followed. It's one thing for him to die, but he is also an evil person who robbed houses in Xiangxi."

"Little brother, do you know who killed these people?"

"Yes." The sword replied slowly. A red blade. "

"A red knife."

"… …" Scholar Saint Hand fell into deep thought. "Both Dao Hong and Old Third Miao have always minded their own business, but why did they kill him?"

'Red Knife '?

Could it be that Red Knife was also controlled by Dongfang Xiao?

He killed Old Miao San with a single slash.

Yes, yes. It must be Dongfang Xiao behind the scenes.

The weather was getting cold.

The fallen leaves fell gently.

In one pot of wine, the three of them were brimming with pride.

The scholar asked. Little brother, you seem to be quite skilled. "May I know who your family supports?"

The book sword fell silent. "The little mudfish said." "My master is Daoist Yifeng, Monastery Master Qingfeng."

"Daoist Yifeng, you said that Daoist Yifeng is your master?" Du Le was shocked, "No wonder he has such skills. It's just that since Daoist Yifeng left home, he rarely goes anywhere." These few years were unknown. I took you two great disciples.

"Azure Dragon East, empty to the west. "Flying Swallow, Bei Yifeng." Have you two heard of this?

The little loach and the book sword both shook their heads. The little loach asked, "Zhanyan, Bei Yifeng?" He turned to his master, "Bei Yifeng, could he be my master?"

"What?" Shu Jian doubtfully asked Du Le. Uncle, you said Bei Yifeng is our master? Why hasn't Master mentioned it before? "

Du Le said. " In the past, when the demon spirit of Guan Dong had been in the limelight, four famous figures had also risen up in the martial arts world.

Du Le turned around. He sighed.

All those years ago, the four of them were entrusted by the martial arts sects to imprison the demons of Guan Dong in the Long White Mountain. Unfortunately, the four of them were young and full of vigor. He didn't want to bully the weak with numbers. They were afraid that the martial arts people would laugh. Who knew that in a one on one fight, none of them would be a match for the demon Guan Dong. In the end, he returned with a crushing defeat.

From then on, the demons from Guan Dong became even more unscrupulous. Now his son, Dongfang Xiao, was no better.

"I heard that Dian Cang, Kongtong, and the other great sects have all been roped in by Dongfang Xiao to serve them. "Since this is the case, how could the chick dare to fight against the eagle? So, there are some things that I have no other choice!"

"Everything is always windy, so you have to be relaxed when you are free." As they spoke, the three of them felt a black shadow and a white shadow pass by the tavern in the blink of an eye.

"Someone said again." After travelling for half a day, I was a little hungry. Bai Ying, how about we sit down and rest for a while? "

"Fine, let's make a drink." The voice of the person called White Shadow was sharp. It sounded more like a woman's voice.

In an instant, they were like two gusts of wind. The two of them were already sitting in the shop before they could see where they came from.

"Seeing this, the Saint Hand Scholar Du Le clapped his hands in praise." "What a handsome Qing Gong." Even the little Loach couldn't help but exclaim in admiration when he saw this.

"Waiter, bring me some wine."

the man who was called White Shadow called. He looked at the three of them at the same time. He smiled and said, "Little kids, come here and have a drink." He then glanced at the Saint Hand Scholar Du Le before turning to the side and saying. Black Crane, Scholar Saint Hand is here, let's drink a cup together. "

"Shadow, White Crane." The Saint Hand Scholar pondered for a while. He said with a smile, "Could the two of you be the legendary Heavenly Mountain's black and white condors?"

"It's just that Tianshan is a long way off. For the two of you to step into the Central Plains, could there be something important?"

These two people were the black and white eagles from Tianshan Mountains. He already had a good impression of her. The person called Bai Ying said. I am Chen Baiying, and this is Lu Heihe. "The people of the martial arts world gave me an elegant name, 'Black and White Condors'."

Chen Bai was wearing a white robe. Lu Heihe was dressed in black. Their height and appearance were very similar. He was thin and tall, with a straight nose and a wide mouth. "There is something about the black and white of immortality.

The book sword and the little Loach were puzzled.

How did he meet so many martial artists when he first entered the martial arts world?

Just as he was muttering to himself …

He suddenly heard someone say from outside the store, "This place is less than five kilometers away from Kongtong. After we finish eating, we'll hurry on our way. We have to get ahead of Dao Hong and the others."

The little Loach raised its head and looked over. He only saw two people hurriedly walking over from outside the store. In front of him was a big fat guy, about fifty years old. The person behind him was thin, around thirty years old. "I only heard him say that now." Boss Wu, even if you rush ahead of us with a red blade, you still won't be afraid … "

He was afraid that he hadn't finished speaking. He was stunned.

That was because he had seen the corpses of Old Third and the others. he wanted to say. " "There's no need to be afraid. We still have Third Brother Miao." However, he was able to see Old Third Miao's corpse with a single glance. He hid behind Boss Wu in fright.

"Big brother, big brother." "Look, it's Old Miao, Third …"

Boss Wu was also surprised. "I took a look at Old Third Miao's wounds." It's a red knife. "

"A red knife has evil intentions, damn it."

You still have to go claim credit for killing us brothers. He thought for a moment. This trip to Kongtong was not going to be a good one. Bro, let's go back after we finish our drinks.

The two of them walked into the store and ordered some food and wine. He still had some lingering fear in his heart.

Chen Baiying screamed.

"The people of the Central Plains are all weird. They don't even feel good about eating wine." Lu Hei answered.

"Yes, brother. "How can I, Tianshan, be free here?" "With that, he cupped his hands towards the Saint Hand Scholar Du Le." You Central Plains people like to fight and kill, so you're not interested. " We brothers do this for money. Otherwise, who would come here?

At this moment, the sound of a flute came from outside.

The sound of the flute gradually drew closer and closer.

Boss Wu and Boss Wu began to tremble.

"Damn it, enemies are really enemies. Why did he come as well? "

"Then he heard a deep voice." Boss Wu, can you hide after doing so much? "

The flute music paused. A person walked in.

He was wearing a green robe. He was quite handsome. A long beard. He showed his might without getting angry. He slowly put down the flute. Ye Zichen looked towards Boss Wu.

"At this moment, the hearts of Boss Wu and the other Boss Wu are like garlic that was hit by a knife." Great Hero, please spare my life! Great Hero, spare my life! "

"Can you give me a reason to spare you?"

The green-robed person had his hands behind his back, facing the sky. He actually looked down on everyone else.

"Hero, Hero!" He had killed fourteen people in Xiangxi Province. They were sent to Mount Kongtong to collect the blood of their young boys for Dongfang Xiaoxiao's cultivation. We were also forced to do this.

The man in green lowered his head. What a great 'forced helplessness', even if this matter wasn't brought up. Haven't you done enough to harm anyone? "

The green-clothed man muttered to himself. Boss Wu suddenly grew in size, his hands turning into fists. With lightning speed, he attacked the green-clothed man.

Occasionally he felt himself falling like a ball of cotton. Anger turned into anger. With a flick of his hand, a part of the green-clothed man's gown was torn apart. Inside, there was a faint green dragon engraved on his chest.

The man in green sneered. Luck in the palm. He smacked towards Boss Wu's head. Boss Wu then bled from all seven orifices and collapsed to the ground.

The thin man who came along immediately kowtowed.

Shu Jian looked suspiciously at the Sacred Hand Scholar Du Le, who seemed to have understood something, and nodded. The sword looked back at the little loach. He lowered his head and whispered. " "The Azure Dragon." The little Loach was shocked as well.

The man in green waved his hand to hit the man.

The book sword could not bear to see this. He didn't think much about it. The wild horse in the Great Sorrow Fist split its mane, attempting to block the green-clothed man. He only felt that the opponent's palm strike was powerful. After separating, he took a step back.

The green-clothed person exclaimed. He didn't expect that this young man in front of him actually knew martial arts. He actually had the guts to block his palm strike? Moreover, he could feel that this young man had strong inner strength. Not on the same level as himself. He was very surprised.

"Hero, it's enough to correct a person's mistake. Please spare him." Besides, everyone has a wife and children. "

The green-clothed man turned to the book sword.

"Good kid, good kung fu." Why don't you just block my palm?

The green-clothed man turned his palm into a blade, drawing a few arcs on the front of the sword as he struck out with a palm at the chest of the sword.

With the wind in his palm, he split the mountain into small pieces.

It was already too late for the sword to retreat. Circulating his strength fully. He used his chest to block the palm strike.

"Ah!" The little Loach cried out. Brother, how are you? "