Baili Wuji's words made Mr. Tang Er dumbfounded.
Yan Pianfei took a deep breath, "What did Brother Sikong see?"
Seeing sorrow, Sikong dropped the chess pieces, messed up the chessboard, and said calmly: "Zhan Xiongfei knows it well."
Yan Pianfei and Mr. Tang Er were startled, and then nodded seriously.
"No more!"
Sikong Jianchou stood up, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and said with a soft smile: "Wolong Island, what a good place."
"The night is bright tonight, and the weather will be fine tomorrow!" Baili Wuji also got up to watch, feeling very happy.
With the favor of the two old men, Mr. Tang Er also swept away the haze in his heart, laughed, and greeted: "Old Yan, Lao Yan, come, let's take a look at this beautiful scenery together."
Yan Pianfei snorted and said angrily, "I'm fucking blind!"
There was a burst of astonishment.
Then there was laughter on the hill.
…
Li Muru was hot all over because of his excitement.
The moon is full.
He was dressed in a Confucian shirt, with a calm demeanor.
If you see it for the first time, you will definitely be overwhelmed by his generosity, he is simply the number one Confucianist in the world.
At this moment, his heart was extremely happy.
Not only did he defeat Nizi in front of the people of the world, he proved his own strength, but he also won the favor of the warriors all over the world, making him the "gentleman of the sword" reach the highest peak of fame in his life.
And all of this is due to the blood sect's secret treasure - the blood baby sword.
The Blood Clan Kung Fu is based on absorbing the life essence and qi from other people's blood. It can not only provide longevity, but also make the body have super resilience.
And this Blood Infant Sword not only reached the eighth rank of Divine Sword, comparable to "Zihuang" and "Green Frost", but more importantly, it had the property of absorbing blood and replenishing energy.
This martial arts conference is simply the best place to harvest.
Li Muru lay in ambush on the only way to and from Wolong Island, avoiding well-known masters in the world, and only picked those underworld masters and lone thieves with secretive whereabouts, one person with one sword, using two months to attack and kill no less than a hundred innate masters, tempering Essence and blood have finally reached the level of a half-step myth recently.
This is the qualification to become one of the heroes competing in the Central Plains.
After the martial arts competition, Li Muru's reputation reached its peak, and he was invited to meet Jiang Duanxian, the "No. 1 swordsman in the world" back then.
This "Golden Dragon", whose reputation is only lower than that of "Tianzhi Sanren" Ning Zhongliu, has a magnificent bearing that ordinary people can't imagine.
Of course, in Li Muru's eyes, he already smelled the same smell and ambition as himself.
But after all, the Nine Dragon Palace has been hidden for many years, and it is somewhat divorced from the masses, so it cannot get the support of ordinary people and warriors.
The combination of the two naturally takes what they need.
Li Muru used the Nine Dragon Palace to increase his reputation, and the Nine Dragon Palace used him to gain the support of low-level warriors.
They complement each other well, so we had a very happy conversation.
After meeting the "Golden Dragon" Jiang Duanxian, Li Muru was extremely praised.
Jiang Duanxian made no secret of his cooperation with Li Muru.
The role of Li Muru is very simple, it is to help Jiulong Palace expand its influence at the grassroots level.
So Jiang Duanxian personally promised that as long as he could win the martial arts leader, Li Muru would be the best candidate for the deputy leader.
Such a result is exactly what Li Muru needs for many years, how can he not be excited
"What a beautiful moonlight!"
Li Muru raised his head and sighed, then burst out laughing.
At this moment, Li Muru suddenly felt a chill from his back to the back of his head, and in shock, he turned around suddenly, only to see a figure somewhere on the empty street.
Hell, am I wrong
Li Muru turned back hesitantly, but opened his eyes suddenly, and saw an old man who was over seventy years old sitting on the edge of the well next to the entrance of the street ahead.
The old man had shawls and long hair, a long and narrow face, a high forehead, a disproportionately high and huge bridge of nose, and thicker lips.
All the facial features are terribly ugly, but when they are combined together, they have a suffocating beauty.
Combined with Shangxian's demeanor, people dare not underestimate him.
Wearing a long gown, simple but clean.
Looking up at the moonlight, the old man chuckled, "Hey, the moon tonight is really big and round..."
Li Muru looked at the other party as if he had seen a ghost, his palms were slightly sweating.
"My old man is so elegant, it's midnight, and he still doesn't go home to rest?"
With his current skill, it is impossible for someone to be so close without him noticing it.
Could it be...
He is Ning Zhongliu
The old man blinked at Li Muru, sighed softly, and said, "I'm getting old, I can't sleep anymore."
"What's the old man's name?"
"Everyone met by chance, knowing the meaning of the title? It's better to avoid it."
Li Muru found this person even more strange.
From a short distance away, he couldn't detect the slightest breath of him. Even if he spoke right in front of his eyes, he still couldn't feel the depth of the other party's strength.
At this time, the old man chuckled, bowed his hands and said: "It's getting late, it's time to go back to bed. Don't disturb Mr. Yueya, please leave."
The old man chuckled, turned around and hummed a little song, and walked towards the deep alley.
Li Muru frowned, the visitor was mysterious and unusual, he appeared suddenly, but he was about to leave without making any statement.
A strange feeling haunted me.
Seeing that the old man was about to enter the alley, Li Muru's heart sank, and with all his luck, he was about to slap the old man behind his back.
But the moment he raised his palm, the old man in his field of vision suddenly disappeared, at an unbelievably fast speed.
Li Muru was taken aback, and quickly withdrew his skills, but at this moment his eyes widened.
The old man at the entrance of the alley never moved a step, stood firmly in place, turned around and waved goodbye to him.
Damn it, damn it.
Li Muru stood there dumbfounded, watching the old man humming a ditty before disappearing.
weird, weird...
Li Muru woke up with a start, and left the place in a hurry.
In the deep alley.
The old man hummed a ditty and walked lightly.
Black smoke suddenly condensed in the corner, and after a while, Shen Chuer turned pale and walked out, even bowed to the old man, and said softly: "Chu'er has met the old man. I never expected to meet you here... "
This old man is none other than the mountain hermit who saved Shen Chuer's life.
The old man smiled slightly at Shen Chuer, and said: "Everything is predestined, fate, fate."
Shen Chuer has thousands of words in her heart that she wants to ask—
Was the exercise he taught back then really the secret of Sushang Palace
Why would that kung fu drain Luo Podi's whole body power
How could he know that Luo Podi would go to him and use his Yin Yin constitution to repair the injury
Why did he suddenly stop him from attacking Li Muru tonight
…
Shen Chu'er thought for a while, and confirmed that the matter of Luo Podi must not be revealed, and these questions cannot be asked now, so she sighed helplessly, and asked softly: "I didn't ask for the name of the senior last time, I wonder if I can tell you this time? "
"Oh, this matter..." The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "Old man Ning Zhongliu..."