Zhutian Avenue

The air blew through the empty third floor.

The proprietress looked intently, and saw the monarch who raised his toast far away, and in front of him, there was an extra bear standing, tall and straight-haired gray-haired old man.

A monk stood in front of and behind the old man.

A middle-aged monk with an oblique and oblique appearance, the monk's skin color is similar to that of King Kong, and the air in his head seems to be hiding, and a small sun seems to be hiding.

Graceful appearance, like the Buddha sitting on the lotus terrace in the middle of the temple came out.

The other is an old and disturbing old monk with short stature and dry skin. He can still see yellowish marks on it.

Opposite the Taoist monarch, at this time was sitting a middle-aged man in a blue shirt.

The middle-aged man had no sword and no sword, and a long, wavy long hair combed with meticulousness. His roots were bright and smooth, and his face looked like a knife. His eyes were narrow and his eyes seemed to have thunderbolts.

Shocking Wufu, Yan Kuangzi!

Living Buddha, Runner King!

Killing Lohan, Master Yixiu!

As the moon hangs, worship the moon!

Counting the monarchs, this is already the top master on the five weapons spectrum!

In that voice, Mu Qingfeng, Pang Laoer, isn't it: Pang Wanyang, the six prisoner in the weapon spectrum, and Mu Qingfeng, the Taibai sword fairy?

Grunt!

The lady's throat rolled and she couldn't help but swallow.

The movement was subtle, but her frightened face was all white, and the hand holding the small jug shivered like a wind.

It's not that she's not brave enough, but these people are too scary.

These few people can kill themselves thousands of times with just one finger, let alone all together?

Who can't be afraid, who can't be afraid?

"Amitabha."

With both hands folded in a break, he slightly saluted: "Lord, meet again."

"Sheng Ye, Shan Ye, I heard the real name for a long time, and now I see it, it's well-deserved."

The runner Wang Han smiled and saluted, but there was a ripple in the clear eyes.

He felt a familiar breath in this monarch.

"The master has been missing for a long time."

An Qisheng drank the glass of wine, and felt the sudden roll of the man in the sleeve robe, and smiled slightly:

"The name of the runner, I have heard it for a long time."

The real moon worshiper took up the cup by himself and looked at a few people with interest, with no smile.

The mad fanatic was too lazy to be so polite, and with one hand, the golden sword of Malaysia sat down:

"Too much talk, it seems too hypocritical, willing to sit and sit, unwilling to stand!"

"Brother Yan speak quickly."

The moon worshiper laughed, and the laughter was like spring breeze.

Yixiu and Zhuan Wang just shook their heads slightly, and each took their seats.

The table is large.

Ben was expecting a seat for seven people. After a few people were seated, two seats were free.

At this moment, a steady footstep came slowly.

Da Da Da ~

A young man in white clothes was spotless, with long hair and shoulders, and no debris, like a fairy-like young man paced up the stairs.

This man in white looks handsome and handsome, his breath is clear and not cold, but as pure as a spring in the mountains.

He was also the only one who came with a weapon.

The slender white finger held a long sword with a sheath.

He raised his head slowly, his long eyebrows, his eyes light and warm:

"Aren't you used to walking when you're used to high and high?"

"Brother Mu, don't come here without a word."

Runner Wang put one hand on his chest and greeted with a smile, the two seemed to be familiar.

Mu Qingfeng nodded indifferently:

"I've always been fine."

With that, he glanced at everyone, staying on An Qisheng for a moment, and finally fell on Yixiu:

"It was the master who preempted."

"Amitabha."

Yixiu recited a Buddhist chant, sighed slightly, and said lightly: "The old monk has never competed with others for 300 years, and this time, it should be an old monk. "

His voice was desolate and ancient, like a moss-covered city wall, but the words he spoke were unprecedentedly strong, allowing Yan madmen, runner kings, and moon worshippers to raise their eyebrows.

In addition to the old **** hidden in the Dafeng King City, Yixiu is undoubtedly the longest living person in the world.

It is said that this old monk was not the most outstanding one in the rivers and lakes two hundred years ago. After living for more than two hundred years, talents have emerged from generation to generation and have been crushed by generations.

To this day, Mu Qingfeng and Pang Wanyang have been pressed together.

However, this is only because he does not argue, not because he is not strong.

He hasn't competed with people for nearly three hundred years, and many people have forgotten why he was called a killer Lohan two hundred years ago.

Such a person, once determined to fight with others.

No one can stop the world.

Mu Qingfeng didn't say a word, but the long sword he held in his palm was shocked slightly, reaching out half an inch.

Uh ~

There seemed to be a sudden flash of lightning in the deep night.

The sound of a long sword-like sound like a dragon yin penetrated the entire third floor lobby instantly.

All of a sudden, ice appeared in the lobby on the third floor, and the air seemed to be frozen.

With both hands clasped in a break, his expression was flat as usual, and he recited the Buddha's name gently:

"Amitabha."

Hum ~

It seems that the tens of thousands of bronze bells in that high suspension Huangjue Temple were ringing!

Hong Zhong Daluo ’s chanting like Zen also exploded in the hearts of everyone. Instantly, the breath of Zhiyang Zhigang spread out and collided with Leng Yi's sword.

This old monk who has lived for nearly three hundred years has been repaired by Sun Wuji!

Yan Kuangzi, worshipping the real moon, the three runners were not surprised, and his heart was slightly clear.

Otherwise, he would not be so ambitious.

He repairs the sun, Pang Wanyang repairs the overcast.

The extreme battle between the two is the one that is most likely to inspire that brainstorm. This has an advantage over everyone present.

The boss lady who stood beside several people only felt a cold on her body and her thighs were slightly warm.

Incomparable shame and anger came to mind, and the brain suddenly became blank: it was over, old woman, old woman's face was lost.

"No Lord has arrived, so why both fight?"

At this moment, a dull voice interposed between the two, like the starry sky enveloping the sun and the moon, instantly dissolving the tense atmosphere.

At this moment, a few people at the scene were shaking in their hearts.

Mu Qingfeng and Yixiu's eyes were also moving. Although the two are just a taste, they can interrupt the collision between the two so easily.

Is this Tai Chi?

With his hands down, Mu Qingfeng dropped a half-inch long sword.

Immediately, the boss's body shook.

One palm took the jug in her hand and swung it slightly at her.

"Oh ~"

The boss lady covered her hot face with shame, and ran away on the third floor.

There was a hint of gratitude to this man involuntarily.

Suddenly, he scolded himself cheaply, weren't these people brought in by him?

"Brother Mu, please sit down."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, the jug tilted slightly, a clear drink had drawn an arc, and fell into the cups of several people.

"Tai Chi Way"

Mu Qingfeng blinked, and sat down slowly.

On the peak of the mountain of King Power, although only the mad fanatics were really witnessed, it was impossible to not know many great martial forces.

However, he did not take it too seriously.

It ’s nothing but the shade of the sun, and the sun has no level. Even if the two are merged, it may not be stronger than a single sun shade, but at this time, it ’s not the case.

"It's worthy of being a king"

After Mu Qingfeng took a seat, he took a whisper for a while, his voice was very low, and its meaning was unknown, which surprised some other people.

It was An Qisheng who seemed to know nothing and didn't care.

Just loudly:

"You are all here, is Brother Pang still not here?"

The voice drifted in the sand, but it was heavy and overwhelming.

The figure of the blue shirt that came out slowly in the sand was revealed.

Pang Wanyang was walking in the sand, and Mrs. Bai Lian followed in the distance.

Hear An Qisheng's words.

Mrs. Bai Lian's face changed, she could not help saying:

"Sovereign cannot!"

Her induction is extremely sensitive, and she can feel the six arrogances in Hanlong Inn, showing her momentum like the sun and the moon.

King of Taoism, Mu Qingfeng, Yixiu, Wheel of Rotation, real moon worship, Yan madman!

In front of the six shocking masters, no one can remain unchanged.

Between the world, no one can compete with the six masters of the same rank, even Pang Wanyang.

But letting her voice be blown away by the sand, Pang Wanyang was unconscious.

The steps underneath were not slow or slow, and there was no change in shape.

It's just that a pair of deep eyes can become as bright as the sun, and penetrate ten dozen miles of sand, falling on the third floor of Hanlong Inn:

"The Minister Tao invited twice. If Pangmou didn't come, wouldn't it be for the Minister Tao's face?"

There was a faint smile sounding.

Pang Wanyang moved with the wind, and it seemed as if he had made a few miles in between.

The sudden air flow blew down the ubiquitous sand and blew his blue shirt and robe.

唏 Rule ~

In the lobby of the inn, the red horse who was drinking fine wine and food made a long hissing sound, as if he was greatly frightened.

The boss lady who just ran down the third floor was startled by the horse hissing, and when she was about to yell, she saw Pang Wanyang coming in pacing.

‘Pang, Pang Wanyang’

The pupil shrinks, guessing the identity of the person coming in, the boss lady just feels weak, and ‘pop’ falls to the corner.

It doesn't matter if she rests, Mu Qingfeng, or she is the eminent leader of Mingmen. Although she is afraid, she doesn't think they will kill herself.

But this is Pang Wanyang!

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Looking at Pang Wanyang coming in pacing, the boss's eyes rolled and she collapsed to the ground.

The last thought before fainting was: I must be a good girl and never show my face again, this is too scary.

Stomp ~

On the third floor, listening to the sound of footsteps, the eyes of six people fell down at the same time.

Pang Wanyang stepped onto the third floor.

Facing the six masters with the same level as him, he squeezed his palm slightly, and already squeezed the wine glass left to him.

After drinking it, the voice and long hair went up:

"The wine has run out, my friends,

Who comes first? "