"Little Eagle King" Zhan Yu, Lu Xiuting, and Lu Xiuqian were surrounded by Wushuang Fort people in the middle of the street, and the common people ran for their lives in all directions, but the martial arts figures who came to participate in the martial arts competition were full of interest to watch.
The center of the street was surrounded by the tall horses of Wushuang Fort, but the surrounding shops and restaurants were already full of spectators, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.
"Oh, it's a person from Wushuang Castle. The horse stepped on Mu'an City. I'm afraid he trampled to death no less than ten people along the way? Sure enough, he was arrogant enough..."
"This is to slap Wei Xiaotian's face in public, it's too embarrassing..."
"The ones who were surrounded were also cruel horns. Those two little girls were from Dongxian Valley. Look at the two Xiantians who were fighting in the distance. One was from Dongxian Valley, and the other was from Wushuangbao. Huanzhi... Heh, the fight was really fierce, and he could lose his life at any time..."
At this time, when the young man in white who was surrounded in the middle of the street reported that his family was the son of the "Eagle King", there was an uproar all around.
"Wu Shuang Fort kicked the iron plate..."
"Peerless Fort against Twelve Flying Eagle Fort, this is a good scene..."
The martial arts people on the surrounding roofs commented on the martial arts competition off the court without any scruples, and there was a loud noise for a while.
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Zong Xuan and Luo Jingli stood leisurely and contentedly on the roof of a second floor, they were the only two of them around, no one else dared to come up to this roof, because at the beginning there were a few people with good martial arts who wanted to come here, but they were all rejected. Luo Jingli, who was holding a long sword and had a cold face, broke his tendons in his hands and hamstrings, and was thrown down.
"Little Eagle Wang Zhanyu? Hehe, he's just a hot-blooded stunned young man. For the sake of two chicks, he put himself in such a situation, and he doesn't know how to advance or retreat..." Zong Xuan said coldly.
"If it were you...how?" Luo Jingli asked coldly without looking back.
"If it was me?" Zong Xuan said with a slight smile: "Of course I would do the same, and it would be best to say a few righteous words to arouse the feelings of hatred among fellow martial artists in the surrounding martial arts. Even if you really lose, you still won't die... No matter how arrogant Che Huanfei is, he wouldn't dare to kill Zhan Yu..."
"Since you can do the same, then you still laugh at him?"
Zong Xuan's smile faded, and he said lightly: "I want fame now, a good reputation, a reputation of justice. A hero saves the beauty? Tsk tsk tsk, it's too vulgar, romantic enough, but not righteous enough. If I make a move, I will first Turn the fight caused by jealousy into a rescue for justice.
It would be better for those two girls to die on the spot, and then I would blame Wushuangbao in grief and angrily, and fight with them. It would be better if I get some bloody injuries on my body, look more heroic, and play some tragic hero drama, this result is still rare. Even if I fail, the world will leave the impression that I am not afraid of power and only believe in justice. It's a pity that this Wushuangbao madman is crazy enough, but Zhan Yu is a little immature, and it's just for friends, for beauty... It's a shame. "
Luo Jingli snorted coldly, and said, "So, are you ready to make a move?"
"It's too early to say." Zong Xuan closed the fan in his hand, and said with a light smile, "It's just a personal enmity now, and it's just a dispute between the two parties over the woman. When Wushuangbao becomes more arrogant and arouses public outrage, I will Let's consider whether to make a move..."
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Opposite Zong Xuan and Luo Jingli, there is a two-story tea house.
"Master, that kid surrounded is the 'Little Eagle King' Zhan Yu that you want to fight a few times..."
A young man in his twenties who looked like a servant came back from the window and clapped his hands to report.
And the person he wanted to sue was a young swordsman with sword-like brows, a heroic face, and a jade-like face. The young swordsman took a sip of tea, casually put the long sword he was wiping on his lap, and said lightly: "Zhan Yu? Hmph, it's really disappointing. I thought that this beloved son of the Eagle King would give me a little bit of desire to fight. At least I can fight more than ten moves. After watching it today, hmph, meeting is not as good as being famous. It's really disappointing." disappointment… "
The young man's voice fell to the ground, and a soft voice like a spring breeze sounded from beside him, "Oh? 'Little Eagle King' Zhan Yu can't even get into Dao Zong's eyes. It seems that there is really no one in this world who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the young master." Is he a talented young man? How about that Shaoyin Sword Beiming Yuzhuo in the eyes of Brother Daozong?"
It turned out that this young man wiping his sword was Li Daozong, the 'Little Sword God' of "One Sword Villa", the only son of "Sword Lord" Li Muru, and the nephew of "The Best Sword in the World" Li Muchan.
And the one who spoke out was a graceful and graceful woman, like a goddess descending to earth, she was dressed in a light gauze palace dress, showing a graceful figure, the light gauze covered her face, but the hibiscus face was faintly visible, as if that layer of light gauze was not for people You can't see the face, but it's just to add lust to people's hearts, tempting people to tear it off if they can't bear it.
This beauty looks fresh and elegant, quiet and dignified, but there is nowhere in her body that is not trying to show her most seductive and criminal capital.
Sexy but not seductive, making people unforgettable at first sight, goodbye love, third time love for life...
"Fairy Heng has just met Beiming Yuzhuo and has already made up her mind, so why bother to test me?" Li Daozong picked up the long sword again and slowly wiped it, and said with a smile: "This time Wei Xiaotian has all the face, unexpectedly Even the heirs of the 'Fengyi Pavilion' have been attracted. If this matter is publicized, I don't know how happy that 'Nantian Yilong' who is seeking for fame will be... "
Fengyi Pavilion, one of the two peerless sects in the world, finally has a descendant appear in the Jianghu. When the news spreads, its influence will definitely be no less than that of the rise of the Demon Sect.
"Wei Xiaotian, He De and He Neng are worthy of my Fengyi Pavilion's attention. The owner of the pavilion just wants to know the origin of that 'Wuji elixir'. But the most important thing is to hear that the magic gate is stirring up wind and rain in the lost eight counties. Zun specially ordered the little girl to come and investigate."
Li Daozong suddenly smiled mysteriously, and said, "Is it just for the Demon Gate?" Then he stopped his movements, stared deeply at Fairy Heng's eyes with his eagle eyes, and said with a smile, "I heard that the one who appeared this time is not just the Demon Gate, The Kunwu faction that was destroyed a hundred years ago also appeared. At the same time, Ji Guanglan also appeared here. Although it is rumored that he died, the members of the Ji family are still there, and they are still entangled with this matter... Could it be that the old master of the pavilion doesn't want to think about it? Is there anything you can do?"
Li Daozong then glanced out of the window again, "This place is full of fruit, even the little eagle Wang Zhanyu, I am afraid that the fairy will not miss it?"
Fairy Heng laughed lightly, stood up gracefully, and walked slowly towards the window, a scent of fragrance overflowed, Li Daozong showed a hint of fascination when he turned around, and the servant beside him was staring at the woman's waist eagerly.
When the woman turned around again, Li Daozong had already changed into the previous indifferent attitude, and the servant next to him also lowered his head, as if he never looked up at her respectfully.
Under the veil of Fairy Heng, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she said softly: "Beiming Yuzhuo is a genius like Brother Li, an outstanding genius. However, he is more inclined to the cultivation of true energy, and he is born with all meridians, while Brother Li is a genius. The martial arts are extraordinary, and the sword god's guidance may be Yu Nei's domination. I am looking forward to seeing the scene where the two geniuses compete... Suya bid farewell... "
Luo Yan lightly lifted, and Heng Suya, the descendant of Fengyi Pavilion, disappeared in place.
Li Daozong stared blankly at the empty window sill, and snorted coldly, "Beiming Yuzhuo deserves to compete with me? Humph—"
After a flash of white light, half of the tea bowl on the table was abruptly cut off.
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In addition, more extraordinary people gathered at this intersection.
At one intersection, twenty-four riders guarded a huge carriage and stopped at another intersection. Inside the window of the carriage, two pairs of eyes were staring at this scene;
Among the crowd, a nobleman in luxurious clothes was watching the show with a playful face while holding a sword;
Among the crowd on the other side, a swordsman dressed in rags and gray and wearing a bamboo hat stared coldly at the field, holding a rusty long sword tightly in his hand. A sheet of iron with cloth wrapped around the handle.
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But at this moment in the arena, following the roar of "Little Eagle King" Zhan Yu, the wild laughter of everyone in Wushuang Fort suddenly subsided.
Is this kid the son of the "Eagle King"
With the father of one of the "Thirty-six Heavenly Absolute Masters" sitting in the town, his son is not as easy to provoke as Dongxiangu.
Che Huizu was dumbfounded, but Che Huihuang was shocked suddenly, his right arm hurt again, and he secretly hated that he was the "Little Eagle King" whose reputation was higher than mine, and his father's reputation was higher than my father's. "Zhan Yu
Wushuang Fort is located in Xishu, and Dongxian Valley is far away in Jingnan. It is impossible to take revenge, but the Twelve Flying Eagles Fort in Xiliang is completely different. Potential. Over the past few decades, Wushuang Castle has greatly expanded its power, but it has never been able to take a step north of the Qinling Mountains. Wushuang Castle's hatred for Twelve Flying Eagle Castle is simply overwhelming, but its fear is also not small.
Everyone in Wushuang Castle didn't know what to do for a while, and they all looked at the leader of the team, Che Huanfei, inquiringly.
Che Huanfei looked gloomy, looking at Zhan Yu in the team, his expression never wavered in the slightest.
"Little Eagle King" Zhan Yu
Hmph, the old man has already seen the origin of your exercises.
"Hmph, ignorant junior, want to use the Eagle King to overwhelm me? You want to die. I will capture you today, let's see what the Eagle King can do to me! Take down—"
"To order—"
Immediately, more than a dozen experts rushed out from the nearby masters, and killed the three of Ben Zhanyu with a grinning grin.
As for the other innate masters, they all had their hands behind their backs, looking like they were watching the excitement.
After all, the opponent is a junior, and he is an acquired talent, so there is no need to make a move innately, that would be too embarrassing for the Twelve Flying Eagles.
"Little Eagle King" Zhan Yu was startled, even he didn't expect that this Peerless Fortress would be so arrogant, it doesn't matter if it openly fights with the two sects of the underworld at the same time, it's so stupid that people can't understand.
But that's what he did...
At the moment when the great battle was about to break out, there was a loud bang in a restaurant fifty meters away, and several figures burst out from the windows on the second floor, and one of them roared loudly like a lion:
"Don't be afraid of the little bird king? Sajia is like a flower here... Everyone who wants to die will die to me—"
The face of "Little Eagle King" turned livid in an instant.
Little, little bird king! !
What the fuck's a bastard that's howling in the street—