My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

　　 Nanliting, beside the ancient road.

　　 The green grass continues to sky.

　　Dark clouds were densely covered, bringing a whistling gust of wind, blowing the Tsing Yi walking on the official road, with fluttering clothes.

　　 Steward Chen walked slowly, step by step, with a calm complexion.

　　 He doesn't have the sharpness that a swordsman should have, and even looks like a piece of sharp jade with edges and corners polished away.

　　 Soon, Steward Chen stepped onto the pavilion steps and calmly looked at the withered old man.

　　 The two high-spirited two people are now ashamed, and one third of the hair is white, both of them have lost the arrogance of the sky and the long smile.

　　All those who watched the battle caught their breath.

　　 Chen Tianxuan, fell to the second rank, ranked first in the Daxia battle list, one of the top ten kendo masters in Daxia, and has a very high reputation.

　　Although Yuan Chenggang, the king of guns, is not as famous as Chen Tianxuan, his first rank is enough to laugh at most monks in the world.

　　 This is a battle, everyone is looking forward to it.

　　 Watching the battle between high-grade monks definitely benefited a lot.

According to rumors, when he was young, Li Xianyuan, who was the number one in the Great Chu battle list, watched the battle of high-grade monks, even if he was injured by the Qi machine, and finally summed up his experience and experience from the observations. Skills, combining the strengths of thousands of families, one thought to enter the Tao, aspiring to the top of the top of the sky, overwhelming the great Chu rivers and lakes for decades.

　　The way of practice is mysterious at first, but in fact it is very talented. People with enchanting evildoers will enlighten the Tao and land in the earth in one step.

　　 Those who are talented and poor, after decades of wasting, they can't rise to the next level.

　　South Litingzhong.

　　 The two did not directly erupt into a terrifying battle when they met the raging fire as everyone imagined.

　　 But there was a smile on their faces.

　　 are like old friends who have not seen each other for many years, sitting down and chatting with each other in the Nanliting.

On the top of the pavilion, dark clouds are like the vast sea.

　　 The atmosphere seemed a bit weird.

　　 The withered old man was thin and weak, holding a shiny bamboo pole, with his cheek resting on the bamboo pole, and shrinking in a corner of Nanliting. There was no light in his blind eyes.

　　 tilted his head and said with a smile: "Actually, I knew you were in Anping County. If you didn't do it, I wouldn't come to you."

　　 "The grievances between you and me need an end."

　　 Yuan Chenggang, said.

　　 Steward Chen took a seat in the green shirt and looked at Yuan Chenggang: "You are already on the tenth ranking list, why not? You must win me?"

　　 "It's so boring without Chen Tianxuan's list ten. If I can't beat you, it will be vain to be on the list."

　　 Yuan Chenggang slowly took off the huge yellow wooden box he was carrying, said.

　　 The wooden box was opened, and two silver guns lay quietly inside. The silver guns were painted with unique patterns, like patterns formed by mercury flowing on them.

　　 "Years have corroded your appearance, but have not corroded your competitiveness."

　　 After speaking, Steward Chen also took off the ancient sword ground dragon on his back and slowly uncovered the white cloth.

　　 "It's not because of the ambition to win, it's just that I don't want to win without martial arts, otherwise I won't sit down in the tenth position."

　　锵!

　　 The two pieces of silver spear were actually combined into one long spear.

　　 The old man put down the bamboo pole and held the gun.

　　 The gun in his hand seems to have been used for decades to guide him forward, replacing his eyes.

　　 Yuan Chenggang's blind eyes stared at the steward Chen slowly, "Actually, you don't have to fight...After all, whether you win or lose in a battle between you and me, it is not good for you."

　　 Yuan Chenggang tilted his head and said.

　　 Steward Chen completely stripped off the white cloth of Gu Jian Di Jiao and smiled.

　　 "No, we have to fight."

　　 "Go, Liwei."

　　 The words fall.

　　 In the ancient pavilion, the atmosphere suddenly changed. From what was originally like a chat among friends, it turned into an impact of a landslide.

　　 Old man Yuan Chenggang laughed, holding the silver spear in one hand, and the tip of the spear hit the ground.

　　 "War."

　　 Breath out a word like a dragon breathing.

　　 In the flat ground, there are phantoms of silver spear light one after another, like a waterfall flowing backwards, soaring into the sky.

　　 Steward Chen stood straight in the pavilion.

　　 The ancient sword ground trembling lightly in his hand, with infinite sword energy, also broke from the earth, springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

　　The light of the spear and the shadow of the sword collide with each other like two waves.

　　 Everyone sees.

　　 The wind and rain over Nanliting are like obscurity, and the black clouds roar.

　　 The heavy rain that has been suppressed for a long time, pouring down and spilling on everyone's head.

　　 The battle started.

　　……

　　 Slum, Gopher Street.

　　 On the filthy, foul-smelling street, corpses were running wildly, they roared low, like ignorant beasts.

　　 On the roof, the rotten monk was laughing wantonly, looking at the broken streets below, like the walking corpses pouring down from the black river, showing excitement.

　　 Of course, it was a pity that he was not able to go outside Anping County to watch a stunning battle.

　　 Although the rotten monk felt it was a pity, he still barely accepted the harvest.

　　 "Seventh-rank martial arts... tear him alive!"

　　 The rotten monk shook his silver bell and laughed.

　　 Zhao Donghan drew out the long knife from his waist, swiped abruptly, bursting with blood, and split a walking corpse in half.

　　 This walking corpse, whose flesh is harder than that of Wu Xiu in the copper-skin realm, slashed open, and the blade was slightly frustrated.

If it’s just a walking corpse, Zhao Donghan would naturally not care, but...At this moment, there are hundreds of walking corpses on the Gopher Street. How much.

　　 Zhao Donghan didn't know what Luo Hong was doing in the pork shop.

　　 But he did not escape by himself, did not retreat.

　　 is like a burly mountain, blocking the pork shop, blood sticking to the blade, constantly swinging the knife and cutting it down.

　　 噗嗤, 噗嗤...

　　 In front of him, a series of flying corpses were split apart by Zhao Donghan, and the splashed blood instantly overwhelmed his body.

　　 The strong fishy smell, but Zhao Donghan was indifferent and unmoved.

　　 There is quite a man who is in charge of a man, and his spirit is not open.

　　 The sky is gloomy, and the rain has not yet fallen.

　　 makes the blood in the air, fermented more and more smelly.

　　 There are more and more corpses in front of the pork shop, just like two hills, but there are still walking corpses flying over without fear.

　　 On the roof, the novice monk in torn monk robes squinted and smiled.

　　 "It's a loyal and good guard, but when the manpower is sometimes poor, and the vulgar swordsman will eventually be exhausted... I see how many walking corpses you can stop."

　　 "Perseverance is good, but after death, it can be made into a good bronze corpse."

　　 "My sorcery, one person becomes an army! Sixth-rank martial arts will be horrified when they see it. Seventh-rank martial arts, how long can it stop?"

　　 "Do you count on Chen Tianxuan to save? Chen Tianxuan at this moment is afraid that he will not be able to protect himself..."

　　 The novice monk sneered.

　　 Zhao Donghan is holding a knife, his eyes are completely stained by blood, and the words of the novice can't shake his heart.

　　 The son is behind him, and he is the son of the gatekeeper.

　　 Let these pickled things be inaccessible!

　　 The other seven evil cultivators wearing hats also used methods.

　　 They are much weaker than the methods of novice monks, but they are also evil.

　　 controlled the ghosts of their own possessions, and flew out, UU reading www.uukanshu.com biting the blood on Zhao Donghan's body.

　　 These ghost ghosts are like bone gangrene, constantly devouring Zhao Donghan's blood, making Zhao Donghan's body gradually cold.

　　 There is also an evil repairer who controls Gui Sha, rushing into the pork shop, looking for Luo Hong.

　　 suddenly.

　　 The novice monk who chuckled lightly, with a stagnant smile on his face, raised his head and looked at the pork shop.

　　 He was a bit surprised and surprised.

　　 In his perception, Tu Sanduo's breath of life... is gone.

　　 The novice monk frowned.

　　 The silver bell suddenly stopped swaying, and the walking corpses that kept running madly stopped abruptly, with a dazed face, staying in place.

　　 Zhao Donghan's ears are only left with his own gasps, like a bellows.

　　 When the walking dead stopped flying, they still maintained their inertia, constantly waving the knife in his hand.

　　 His body was covered with wounds, which were bitten by walking corpses. Around him, there were about two hundred walking corpses that were hacked and killed.

　　 After a long time, he was squeezed with a knife, knelt on one knee, and gasped violently.

　　 In the suppressed black cloud, there was a roar of summer thunder.

　　 The heavy rain that had accumulated for a long time poured down.

　　 smashed to the ground, splashing mud with blood.

　　 But I saw that there was a figure in the pork shop in white clothes, clutching the neck of the ghost that entered alone. As he walked, the body of the ghost gradually dried up, as if purified and absorbed...until it died.

　　 "It's a coincidence that one person becomes an army..."

"I can do it too."

In the pork shop, Luo Hong sat in white clothes and looked at the novice monk, with a gentle smile, his voice lingering in the sound of rain.

　　 The positivity of the positive yang that escapes wantonly on his body is becoming more and more shining like a rainbow.

　　 Like a round of scorching sun, illuminating the world.