"Neither Confucianism nor Taoism nor sages, half evil, half chivalrous and half immortal.

"With one hundred thousand martial arts in his chest, he owns half of the sky in the martial arts!"

When Zhang Yang followed Ding Minjun hurriedly to the gate of Emei School, he heard his voice before he saw him, and the voice was very loud and he could feel the poem reverberating throughout the mountain, very loud and peaceful. The loud voice, don't need to think too much, even if it is not the publicity of a person in the martial arts.

Although it is not a bit of martial arts, he also knows that it can make the sound heard in the mountains, and the birds and beasts are all flying and running, which is enough to represent a strong internal strength. And the sentence that followed was once again echoing the mountains, still very loud, shocking the birds and beasts scattered: "Kunlun guest in Xishan, take your sword to see the Emei faction, and ask for the true face of the Heavenly Sword! Dare to ask the head of Zhou, why not see?"

When I came close, I was able to see people in front of the mountain gate. I saw six female disciples of the Emei school in front of the mountain. The man in the middle, thinking that the middle man is the one who claims to be a Kunlun guest, and the poetry name is extremely rampant, needless to say it is this person.

Outside the formation, a female disciple of the Emei school wearing plain white, ink and wash clothes and holding a cold jade flute is watching the people in the formation and waiting for them. This is Murongyan, the third sister of the Emei school.

"Sister San, how's the situation going?" As soon as Ding Minjun came here, he took the lead to drew his sword and was next to Murong Yan. He was alert to the person in the formation and asked Murong Yan what's the situation here.

When Murong Yan saw Ding Minjun coming, she looked worried and frowned at the people in the formation and said worriedly: "He didn't do anything, as if waiting for something! We didn't dare to attack, injured disciple. It has been sent up to the mountain, and now I can only wait for the elders to come down to deal with it. Master teacher, who is this Kunlun guest?" At this moment, because Zhang Yang also stood beside Ding Minjun, Murong Yan naturally I saw it, and asked with some doubts: "Who is this young man? How can he be in my Emei school!"

When Ding Minjun was about to explain, he couldn't help but open up the first step and explained casually: "The pilgrims under the mountain, want a view of the Emei school on the mountain, and don’t want to get lost. They were met by your teacher in charge, and now they are sent to the mountain. It is really unlucky to want to encounter such a thing!"

"Sister Master?" Murong Yan didn't believe it, because Zhang Yang's explanation was very casual, while Ding Minjun could only bite the bullet and nod and replied: "Yes! A pilgrim who lost his way down the mountain."

Although Murongyan looked at the publicity with some suspicion, she didn't say anything anymore. After all, the teacher-in-chief said so, and the current situation is not about a person who looks like an ordinary scholar with weak literature. But there is a big enemy, how dare to be distracted.

As for the first question about Murongyan, Ding Minjun also bluntly said: "He was the one who disrupted the West Martial Forest 40 years ago. At that time, the Tang Sect in Shuzhong and the precious martial arts books of the four great families were all taken away by him. Gone, and disappeared without a trace ever since, calling himself a Kunlun guest, calling the single destiny."

"No wonder I can't see his martial arts skills, it turned out to be from Xiwu Lin!" Murong Yan was more worried at this time, and her worries were obvious on her face. She was obviously threatened, and she was also a little frustrated and frankly said. "I played against him for less than ten rounds, and was beaten by his sudden violent wind, and I was defeated."

"Now he hasn't done anything, obviously waiting for something. The six-team formation of our six disciples is obviously not in his eyes. What is he waiting for!"

Murongyan asked the doubts in her heart, while Ding Minjun was meditating for a while, then smiled bitterly and said: "He is confirming the boss, whether he is missing! After all, it is still better to deal with him with the boss’s white bone claws. More than enough, but... alas!"

Although Ding Minjun didn't say anything, Murong Yan naturally knew what the teacher-in-chief sister was referring to. Zhou Zhiruo had indeed disappeared and there was no news. The current situation is the enemy, and the enemy is coming. Moreover, there are demons who move from time to time and wait for opportunities at the bottom of the mountain. At this time, Murong Yan also feels in her heart: "Emei faction, disaster is approaching! As for the leader, it looks like it will not appear for three months. No audio!"

...

From the moment Zhang Yang answered Murongyan, he began to observe the calm man in the formation, with a big knife behind his back and closed his eyes. He didn't say a word and didn't take any action. It is wrapped in a robe, and the face is also made of a black cloth mask. I can’t see my face, and I wear a hat on my head. The whole person presents a gloomy feeling, and even though the climate is summer It was scorching noon, but Zhang Yang could feel the chills coming from him not far from him, and he could feel the coldness in his heart.

——This is a master, a real master of martial arts!

It has not been long since Zhang Yang has been in this world, and he has not seen a few martial arts practitioners, but Zhang Yang himself can feel that the man named Kunlunke who is on the list of fate is a real master, and his strength is extraordinary. This kind of internal force and outward release and infuriating fluctuations made all the five senses of Zhang Yang understand.

"Miss Ding, um! Why are you asking~ Yes! This Kunlun guest, what is his technique?" Zhang Yang asked Ding Minjun at this time, watching the Kunlun guest in front of him come interested, he was planning to run away. He who had slipped away, it seems that he is not so anxious now.

And Ding Minjun glanced at Zhang Yang beside him strangely, first said aloud: "You better leave now!", and then said: "He is the only disciple of the Kunlun School, and he is naturally practising They have the cold and true spirit of their inner strength, and his hand-splashing wind and rain knife is also very cruel. According to legend, both the inner strength and martial arts were the proud works of the Kunlun ancestors and were created by the Kunlun ancestors."

"It's no wonder that I can feel the chill when he sees his chills outside and at such a distance!" Zhang Yang suddenly realized that he couldn't help but say: "It turns out to be Han Bing Zhenqi!"

The reason why Zhang Yang said so is that he is very familiar with this set of inner skills. As for Splashing Wind and Rain Knife, although he does not know him, he knows that he is really angry. In the other martial arts novel "Swordsman" by Mr. Jin In "Jianghu", the leader of the Songshan School, Zuo Lengchan, is not just practising Hanbing Zhenqi? ..

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