Hearing that Xu Fengnian uttered wild words, the woman was like a fox walking out of an ancient temple in the deep mountains, she pushed away the handsome green boy in her arms with her slender hands, held her heart, pretended to be resentful, and said with winking eyes: "I don't mind my son Going to be the leader, but the servants are so soft-spoken that they can't count what they say."
Xu Fengnian is a master of equestrian skills. Even with his hands in his sleeves and not waving his whip, the war horse stopped as if with a sympathetic heart, and asked with a sarcasm: "Your demon sect has ruled the world for a hundred years, but it has been severely damaged by Qi Xuanjiao alone. In the past few decades Like a bereaved dog, I heard that second-rate sects dare to shit and pee on your heads. What good does it do for me to be the leader of this name? I won’t pay for your food, clothing, housing and transportation? Look, your aunt buys all clothes I can’t afford the thick ones, and there is the poor man holding the copper ball, his upper body is empty, and there is the parrot on the shoulder in the back. If it were me, I wouldn't be the concubine Xi who is hard to buy, so I wouldn't have the face to walk in the rivers and lakes."
Hu Chunya rolled her eyes, and said angrily, "This guy really doesn't know how to live or die. He's a dead man! If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have encountered these monsters."
The foxy woman who was called "Auntie" smiled sweetly, and said delicately: "Auntie is too poor to wear warm clothes. Don't you still have you, son? Let's find a mandarin duck brocade quilt to cover us, meet each other frankly, and snuggle up to keep warm."
Hu Chunya, who was flushed all over her face, let out a loud pooh, shameless bitch. The handsome young man in the woman's arms seemed to have overturned the vinegar jar, but without waiting for him to make a sound, he quietly stretched out his hand to the plump woman, with his nails digging into his cheeks, the pain was severe, and he fell silent immediately, the woman looked at Xu Fengnian in awe, His face was full of spring, and he quickly turned his face when he turned his eyes, and cast a cold glance at the young girl Hu Chunya, full of murderous intentions. She raised her sleeves and rolled up a strand of black hair at her temples, and a beautiful butterfly appeared in front of Hu Chunya's eyes. The girl was pleasantly surprised, without thinking deeply, she just wanted to grab this lovable plaything with her fingers, but was quickly pulled out by her relatives. The Qinghong sword split the butterfly in half with one sword, but instead of the butterfly that was supposed to die, instead of drifting to the ground, it died and died again, turning into two colorful butterflies with flapping wings and pounced on the girl. Knowing the pros and cons, he hastily reined in his horse and retreated. Zhou Qinhu's expression was solemn, and he turned his slash into a slap. The blade of the sword collided with the colorful butterfly, and there were two muffled bangs. The colorful butterfly did not die. body. The woman threw herself forward and backward with a smile, her chest was shaking and surging, she became more and more like a refined vixen, she reminded with a smile: "This girl with a yellow flower who wields a sword, even if she cuts iron like mud with an ordinary sword, she can't kill her!" The silly laughing butterflies carefully raised by the slave family are not Taoist talisman swords, so don't waste your energy. Good girls, what kind of sword do you practice, don't you know that men in the world hang swords around their waists, that sword is the real good sword, Alas, it's a pity that you haven't tasted it, you don't know how powerful it is, after you have tasted it a few times, you will definitely want to die, beg for mercy tactfully, and wish to admit defeat."
The woman turned her head to look at Xu Fengnian and asked, "My lord, do you think so?"
The leading knight said flatly: "Enough."
The woman playing with butterflies shut up immediately. The most unskilled knight among the Devil's Cult group looked at Xu Fengnian, "I am the Linggui in Xialu, and I am the right protector in the so-called Devil's Cult. This trip is to welcome the young master to join the teaching."
Xu Fengnian said with a smile: "The dragons of Zhulu Mountain have been headless for more than sixty years, how come there is a new master? Zhulu Mountain is like a temple, with two kings and four princes set up, and the group of heroes is divided. It seems that you don't have enough sincerity to deliver water."
Lu Linggui, the protector of the Demon Cult, didn't get angry, and said calmly: "As long as the young master enters the mountain, he can be granted the title directly if there is no accident. As long as he makes great contributions to Zhulu Mountain in the future, the title of king is just around the corner."
It seemed that the twenty riders behind Lu Linggui had heard of this for the first time, and when they looked at Xu Fengnian again, there was a bit of sincere envy and awe in their eyes, and even the dozing old man in brocade clothes suddenly opened his eyes. Back then, when the Demon Sect was at its peak, there were rumors that there were 30,000 people in a mighty force, talented people came out in large numbers, and masters were like a cloud, and they could definitely compete head-on with a small country. Seventy-eight out of ten martial arts leaders all died in the hands of the Demon Cult one after another, and one by one was elected, and the next was followed by another, so that later, this popular seat became a tasteless seat that all people in the Jianghu knew well.
If we talk about Cao Changqing’s drunken shouting and taking off his boots, Li Chungang’s sword strike, Deng Tai’a’s riding a donkey to see the country, and Wang Xianzhi’s second in the world, the existence of these romantic figures gives the younger generation the feeling that there are so many charming Jianghu, and they often remember From now on, they are all swaying. Then the big and small demons involved in Zhulushan, if you catch a few at random, they all seem to be full of bad deeds. The master of one sect, and the six heavenly demons, it seems that it is not enough to rule the roost in the martial arts world, but also to compete in the world to be enjoyable. The Central Plains loses the deer, and the heroes of the world chase it together. This is the meaning of Zhulu Mountain. Back then, Xu Xiao led the iron cavalry to ride the rivers and lakes. Originally, the last target was Zhulu Mountain, which was surrounded by clouds and fog, because it was rumored that it had been accumulated for hundreds of years, and the gold and silver were innumerable. Stop at Longhu Mountain.
Xu Fengnian was distracted for a while, and Lu Linggui was not in a hurry to urge him, but Lu Linggui remained silent, and the brazen man behind him who was teased by Xu Fengnian's words didn't have the leisure to wait to be frozen in the winter , raised a palm above the top of his head, held up a huge copper ball weighing hundreds of catties, shouted angrily, and smashed it at the little boy with a particularly hateful smiling face. The copper ball was like a mountain pressing down on the top. Yuan Zuozong rode prominently. At some point, he added an iron spear to his right hand. With a wave of his left hand, the copper ball flew away easily. One person, one rider and one spear galloped away. The momentum was like a rainbow. Lu Linggui originally thought Somewhat annoyed, he didn't mind Yuan Zuozong's ability to swing the heavy copper ball away with one palm, but when this person charged forward with a spear in his hand, Lu Linggui's face became serious, and the woman playing with butterflies was the first Dodging on the side of the horse, clearly not joining in the fun, Lu Linggui wanted to test the real background of the white-headed young man, hesitated a little, and reined in the side, and the next few riders did the same, so only Yuan Zuozong was left to meet the reckless man who had lost the copper ball .
The reckless man sneered to embolden himself, the muscles in his arms swelled like a horned dragon, and he was about to grab the spear with his bare hands and kill the sharpness on the opposite side, when the next moment, his body was suspended in the air.
A spear pierced through the man's strong body, not only that, but the huge penetrating force also knocked him off the horse's back, slanted it in the air, and the spear tip was drawn back, and the strong man fell to the ground and died.
Yuan Zuozong, who carried the spear, turned the horse's head in the encirclement circle surrounded by the devil's head, and spun around leisurely, but no one dared to provoke him.
Hu Chunya opened his mouth wide with horror on his face.
That's the end of it
Isn't it true that this group of horrible demons beat the white-headed boy and rolled all over the ground
Xu Zhan's eyes were strange. There is an old saying in the Jianghu that the three-point stick method is seven-point gun. The stick and the spear are connected with the same energy. Ruyi is like a torrential rain, Xu Zhan has been immersed in stick art for many years, and his parents are even famous here. Regarding Yuan Zuozong's understatement, it seems to the layman that it is a little faster, and there is nothing unusual, but Xu Zhan knows the meaning of this spear , is already the pinnacle of perfection in his father Xu Daqiu's "Guan Ji Jing". Before entering the classroom, martial arts practitioners are always confused by the dense and cumbersome moves in those martial arts secrets, but once they cross the threshold and pierce the window paper , It is always becoming more and more simple and clear, how many words are there to memorize by rote, and there will be no dozens or hundreds of tricks for you to use in a row. The reputation of the living will be filled with grievances, and the dead will be reincarnated obediently.
Lu Linggui was indifferent to the dead man, and praised indifferently: "As expected of General Yuan Baixiong, who is known as the most powerful in the Spring and Autumn Period."
Yuan Zuozong dragged his spear and retreated slowly, with unparalleled style.
Seeing Hu Chunya, a girl who is so stubborn, her eyes are a little dazed, how chic she is. She continued to slander her wholeheartedly, what a pity that such a heroic hero should be a slave to the kind of guy who only knows how to speak quickly.
Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Fortunately, Wudang Wang Xiaoping is not here, otherwise none of you would be able to leave."
While speaking, a middle-aged Taoist with a brand new mahogany sword appeared behind the twenty riders.
After the battle of Shenwu City, Wudang Sword Chi, who had seen the dragon and saw the head but not the tail, put on a battle this time with the oriole at the back.
Xu Fengnian smiled rascally: "I just said that I am a crow's mouth, and it really works every time."
Dao is one foot tall and devil is one foot tall, but today Dao is three hundred feet taller than you.