The Evil God Emperor is In the City

Chapter 85: The wind is rising

This sentence sarcastically made Lou Xingnan's face flushed and his neck straightened.

However, Ge Mu really didn't like this guy. He didn't necessarily pay much attention to his cultivation. When he saw a beautiful woman, he looked like he had been beaten by chicken blood.

No wonder Feng Tianhe always shook his head and sighed when he mentioned his disciples.

"Then let you see if my flying sword is only suitable for cutting vegetables!"

Lou Xingnan was stared at by Ge Mu's disdainful eyes, and immediately slashed at Ge Mu with a flying sword.

"He's injured—" Fang Ying shouted anxiously.

However, several people were in the same courtyard, and the distance was too close to stop Ge Mu in time, so they could only watch the flying sword lasing past.

It was true that Ge Mu was injured, and it was a fact that he couldn't use his spells for the time being, but the powerful physique blessed by Long Yuan was still far superior to his peers. Just break the law with force.

A string of bright sparks flashed before him.

No one could see clearly what was happening, and only heard a bang, Lou Xingnan's flying sword had already landed on the stone bench, and the sword body trembled slightly.

And Ge Mu was still holding the kitchen knife, and the blade of the kitchen knife was cracked.

A kitchen knife cuts a flying sword? Several disciples of the Sanqingmen were stunned for more than ten seconds, and they were silent. I didn't expect that Ge Mu would break Lou Xingnan's swordsmanship without using a magic technique. How big is the gap?

challenge, challenge...

I'm afraid it doesn't even have the capital.

The faces of the disciples of Sanqingmen were ashen, and they couldn't tell the shame. Lou Xingnan's face was even more red, purple, and white. Desperately, he retracted his sword and left.

Fang Ying thought that Ge Mu, whose meridians were damaged, couldn't stop Feijian, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful. He was equally surprised and said, "I really don't know how powerful you are."

"It's not that I'm strong, it's that Lou Xingnan was impatient when he used Feijian just now, and he didn't show the power he should have. This person's roots are not bad, but he has a calm bearing."

Ge Mu shook his head and smiled, picked up the broken kitchen knife and continued to cut vegetables.

As the largest event in the monastic world, "Five Mountains on Taoism" is held every four years.

In four years, for the old guys who participated in the first round of the earth and the sky, the entry may be minimal, but a new batch of seedlings have emerged from the juniors.

There is still half a year before February 2 next year, and the disciples of various sects and families have already begun to prepare.

After the Huanchen Sect completed the funeral for Wang Zhuo, it sent Wei Xian, a disciple of Wang Mengfu, to Licheng to recruit disciples.

Of course, the most important thing is to recruit Bai Leng, a talented man from the southern country and the proud son of heaven, to join the sect, otherwise, Wei Xian, who is a good friend of the Bai family, will not be sent to deal with it.

Whether it was because of Wei Xian's love or Wang Zhuo's death in the Bai family, Bai Leng couldn't do anything this time, and joined the Huanchen Sect with his servant Bai Jiuyi.

And he is naturally one of the strong contenders to win the first prize in the Wushan Lun Dao Renzi round.

True martial arts.

The matter of the Five Mountains and Taoism was also discussed among the younger disciples, and there was a lot of excitement.

Han Xiao, who was unsuccessful in the last retreat, didn't stay honest. Hearing the discussions of the brothers and sisters, his heart was also scratched.

When she was in the last Wushan Lun Dao, she couldn't participate until she had reached the foundation building. She thought that she must and absolutely must catch up with the excitement this time, so she came to ask master Yan Zhaoqiu for a place.

There are a total of 108 people in the Wushan Lun Dao Renzi game, and there are actually not many places allocated to various sects and cultivators, and it is not anyone who wants to participate. Besides, this matter is about the face and glory of the sect. They must have chosen the best of those sects.

So Han Xiao doesn't necessarily have a chance, he has to go through the back door of the master.

Arrived at Yan Zhaoqiu Cave Mansion.

This majestic master was meditating with Tie Fuchen. Han Xiao gently pushed him and said straight to the point: "Master, I want to participate in the Five Mountains Discussion Dao."

what! ?

Yan Zhaoqiu suddenly opened the tiger's eyes and closed it slowly, "Xiaoxiao, why did you remember this?"

"I've wanted to go! Master, come here for a smoke."

Han Xiao took one out of the cigarette case and shoved it into Yan Zhaoqiu's mouth. Yan Zhaoqiu smiled helplessly, "It doesn't matter what the master said, and the places for our sect have already been fixed by the elders. With your senior brother Zhuge Fanyun ."

"Without me? You didn't say a few good words to me when you participated in the Presbyterian meeting. I'm pretty good now... awesome."

"Master killed Zhang Mansion back then, which almost caused a catastrophe, and he has no status in the elders meeting, so he said it best."

Han Xiao let out a displeased voice.

"Besides, you have a thin skin. If you accidentally lose in the hands of a little bastard, or in front of all the cultivators in the world, how much of a shame? Your brother Fan Yun is as thick-skinned as a city wall. He does it right."

I don't know how Zhuge Fanyun felt when he heard his master's comments.

Han Xiao was amused and said, "Master, take me as a three-year-old child."

"That's not the case, it's true that the competition in the herringbone game is extremely fierce this time! The Huanchen Sect has Bai Leng, a Qilin'er from the Bai family in Licheng, and a powerful descendant from the Seven Swordsmen of Shu who has inherited the White Emperor Sword in the past two years. Xiao Huan~www.readwn.com~ The little girl named Zhu Xixue from Zhengyi Method won the third place last time, and she is not over the age of this year, so she must participate. These are all in the middle stage of foundation building. If you It's definitely not an opponent to meet them."

"More intense than the upper bound?"

"No! In addition, there is not your buddy Ge Mu, he is a descendant of Immortal Master Yan."

Yan Zhaoqiu let out a sigh. Although the world of cultivating Dao has already entered the era of the end of the law and is declining day by day, there will always be several geniuses emerging in a certain hour.

His generation was like this, with him, the Zhengyi School Zhang Fu, Huanchen Sect Pei Xuanji, and Immortal Master Yan who was much higher than everyone else.

And after fifty or sixty years, this is the case, even surpassing their generation.

Han Xiao looked at Yan Zhaoqiu and didn't know what the master was thinking, but after listening to the master's words, he felt that going to participate was just being a cannon fodder, and it was a shameful thing.

Yes, don't go!

"Master, do you think my senior brother can handle these people?"

"I've never seen these people outside of Zhu Xixue, so it's hard to comment! By the way, where did this **** Fan Yun go? I didn't come to say hello today, you go and find him, master I'll give you the seven-star sword today."

"it is good."

Han Xiao went all the way to find Zhuge Fanyun, and only found it in a dense forest. He saw this sloppy senior brother painted a lot of talismans on the ground, standing in the center shaking his head, chanting words.

After a while, he shouted "change", and suddenly a white light burst out from his body, his legs gradually became hazy, and then completely became transparent, leaving only his body floating in the air.

This is…

Han Xiao was dumbfounded.

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