Luoyang City is located in the Central Plains, on the Yangtze River of the Luo River. It was the ancient capital of several dynasties and was extremely prosperous. Although the Ming Dynasty is now the capital of Beijing, the kings of all dynasties have attached great importance to this place where dragons and tigers dwell.

Furthermore, this place is quite close to the Shaolin Temple, the ancestral home of the Zen sect, so many Shaolin lay disciples beg for food here, and on the Songshan Mountain, there is also the Songshan Sect, the leader of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, so this

The martial arts in Luoyang flourished.

Mo Yuan was wearing a green shirt and was sitting at a tea stall drinking tea.

Along the way, he had the intention of sharpening himself and walked leisurely towards Luoyang. However, for some reason, all the masters in the world were hiding, and apart from meeting a few gangs of thieves, there was no other incident.

Arriving in Luoyang like this, it was three days before the birthday of Mr. Wang from the Golden Knife Sect. Mo Yuan was not in a hurry to visit him, but wanted to inquire about the world.

In this teahouse, there were many people carrying weapons. Mo Yuan was drinking tea and inquiring into other people's affairs.

At this moment, everyone is talking about Mr. Wang's birthday.

I heard a middle-aged man wearing a silk shirt say to his companion: "Old man Wang Yuanbawang's golden sword is so powerful that he is known as the invincible golden sword. He has a wide circle of friends. I don't know how many heroes in the world are celebrating his birthday this time."

Everybody needs to be there.”

His companion was a short black fat man. He heard the short black fat man say: "I don't know about others. I only know that there are all the heroes in the world of Hubei and Henan who are begging for food, both black and white."

"Yes, I heard that Mr. Wang also sent invitations to the Wuyue Sword Sect and Shaolin Wudang. These big sects all sent people to congratulate him. His old man and his family are really rich." On the table next to him, a blind man answered.

Words.

When everyone heard this, they were immediately in an uproar. Needless to say, Shaolin Wudang is now the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, a first-class sect. The Five Mountains Sword Sect, under the leadership of the Songshan Sect, has repeatedly fought against the demon sect in recent years.

The fight is not inferior to the first two. It is amazing that these martial arts giants give Mr. Wang face, it is really amazing!

"You're rich, I can't see you!" A slovenly scholar, who looked like he was in his forties or fifties, walked in at the door at some point, and said with disdain.

When the blind man saw someone retorting, he immediately stood up and said, "Shaolin and Wudang sent people to congratulate Mr. Wang on his birthday. Isn't this a sign of magnanimity?"

The sloppy scholar smiled coldly and said: "Old Wang, relying on his old age, gives some small favors on weekdays. These famous sects are not decent, but he just wants to save his face. Do you see which sect leaders are here in person?"

The blind man was speechless for a moment, and his words were just like what the sloppy scholar said, but this Luoyang territory is the territory of Jindaomen after all, and everyone carries the sedan chair, how can there be such a shortcoming?

Isn’t it the face of Jin Daomen?

"May I ask your surname? It's so rude to call my father by Wang Lao'er!"

On the second floor of the teahouse, a tall man yelled angrily. Next to him, there was a short Taoist wearing a green Taoist robe. He was about fifty years old, with a very thin face. Looking at that, he looked like a little Taoist at best.

It weighs seventy or eighty pounds.

"It's Mr. Wang, the eldest son, Wang Boxen!" someone shouted after recognizing the man's appearance.

"Look at that Taoist, that is Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng Sect. Isn't he used to staying in Sichuan? How come he has come to Luoyang?!" Someone in the teahouse pointed at the short Taoist and exclaimed.

When Mo Yuan heard this, he looked up at Yu Canghai and felt strange. According to the original work, the Golden Blade Sect was just a local snake in Luoyang. No matter how bad the Qingcheng sect was, it was still a major sect in the world. Their identities were so different. How could Yu Canghai do this?

Come to Luoyang in person to congratulate Wang Yuanba on his birthday, could it be...?

Mo Yuan suddenly had a bold guess in his heart. At this time, the eldest son of the Wang family, Wang Bofen, jumped down from the upstairs and landed beside the sloppy scholar. He said angrily: "Who are you?"

Facing the fierce Wang Bofen, the sloppy scholar laughed and said: "It's just ancestor Qianqiu, Mr. Wang, let's see you in three days!"

The sloppy scholar left after saying that. How could Wang Bofen tolerate him? Zu Qianqiu, he had never heard of this surname. His face turned red and he punched the scholar with a gust of wind.

It's somewhat powerful.

The sloppy scholar seemed unaware and allowed the punch to hit him. However, Wang Boxen's expression suddenly changed. An internal force far stronger than his came from the sloppy scholar, and he was instantly knocked away.

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"Good nephew!" The short Taoist on the second floor exclaimed, and in a flash, Wang Bofen was already in his hands.

"Hahahahahaha..." The sloppy scholar's hearty laughter came from outside the teahouse.

Everyone present looked at me and you, with surprised expressions on their faces. As the eldest son of Mr. Wang, Wang Boxen was a highly skilled martial artist and was usually well-known in the martial arts circles in Hubei and Henan. Who would have expected that today he would be in an inconspicuous place?

The scholar suffered a big loss at his hands.

"He is a first-class master!" Wang Bofen struggled to get up from Yu Canghai's hand and said with an ugly expression.

Mo Yuan, who was enjoying tea at the side, disappeared into the teahouse at some point.

Outside the city, there is a ruined temple.

Zu Qianqiu, a sloppy scholar, walked to the door and suddenly said: "Friend, you have been following me all the way, come out."

"Hahaha, ancestor of the Yellow River, you have such keen ears and eyes, I admire you." Mo Yuan walked out with a long sword and a smile.

"May I ask your name, do you actually know my origin?" Nazu Qianqiu was a little surprised when he saw a young man in a green shirt reveal his identity. He usually hangs out in Kaifeng and rarely shows up in front of others. Besides,

Apart from the old man, probably no one else knows the name Zu Qianqiu.

"Ha, sir, don't be surprised. My name is Mo Yuan, and I am a disciple of Huashan. Did you know, sir? It's really just a coincidence." Mo Yuan said.

This sloppy scholar is actually Zu Qianqiu who fed Linghu Chong the Eight Life-Extending Pills in the original work. He is also known as the Yellow River Patriarch along with the old man. He is a top master in the underworld. As soon as he said his name in the teahouse, Mo Yuan knew it.

There are many third-rate masters in the world of martial arts. For example, the Four Shows of Qingcheng are the best among the third-rate masters. The second-rate masters can make a name for themselves. Most of the disciples of famous sects walking down the mountain are here.

This is the realm.

As for the first-class masters, they need to break through the twelve main meridians and penetrate six of the eight meridians. This is all a matter of hard work. Even the most talented disciples in the great sect, if they work hard and never stop, they will gain success after the age of forty. So,

There were only a few first-class masters in the world, and Mo Yuan didn't meet even a single one during his journey.

He has reached the tenth level of Hunyuan Gong. He needs a first-class master to try out the moves. He is naturally happy to see Zu Qianqiu. Master Bai Dao, who is either an elder or the leader of each sect, will be tied up in a fight and cannot be tempered.
Chapter completed!