In Mo County, Lincheng, it was the same three-story tavern where Xu Qinghe was on the streets.

Yan Xiao, who was dressed in a red robe, was drinking at the same table with three other people in gray or brown robes. The auras of these three people were so hidden that even the masters of the Hongmeng realm of martial arts could not figure it out. What Yan Xiao drank was naturally his own.

The other three were more comfortable with the bitter and sweet wine than he was, and ordered nearly fifty taels of the best wine in the store.

Although there is Weeping Tea Wine in the store, these three people are not willing to drink wine similar to Yan Xiao's private collection. It is bitter and sweet, and there is no taste.

"Are you like Xiao Wen, who drinks with peace of mind?" Yan Xiao was like a strict father scolding the handsome young man in gray clothes sitting on his left.

The handsome young man in gray clothes put down his wine bowl, looked at Yan Xiao doubtfully, and asked: "Master, why don't you let me come forward? I am just a world sword sect."

Sitting opposite Yan Xiao, the handsome young man whom Yan Xiao called Xiaowen laughed and said: "Second brother, second brother, you are hundreds of years old, and you still look like a stupid young man..."

Before he finished speaking, the man he called second brother turned to glare at him. The young man immediately rolled his eyes and picked up the wine bowl and continued drinking. It was interesting to think about it. He was traveling in the world, and everyone in the world

, the immortals in the sky, with a spear in hand, who dares to block the road? But with these people around me, I have no choice but to become the youngest.

"If I ask you to destroy the Tianxia Sword Sect, you can solve all kinds of problems. Why don't you do it yourself, Master?"

"Brother, Master is doing this for your own good, but I have a suggestion that can really relieve your anger."

The man who spoke had long ago given up his previous name, and now he calls himself No Knife, or Buried Knife. And he and Xiao Wen's second senior brother had also long ago given up their previous names, and now they call themselves Hidden Blades. Come to think of it,

Interestingly, the sword is hidden and the knife is buried, and Xiaowen even calls himself Broken Gun.

How much do these three brothers look down on the masters of martial arts who practice swords and guns in the world?

Zangren asked: "Third brother, please say goodbye to my mother-in-law!"

Wu Dao glanced sideways at Zang Ren, obviously unhappy, but still explained: "Senior Brother, if the Tianxia Sword Sect really does something to leave the cabinet, I will ask Lao Qi to steal Kongwu Qingzhi for you. As for me,

Let Lao Qi steal Shancheng Mingwang, and we will go to the Tianxia Sword Sect and kill all the people who are above the level of heavenly immortal..."

"Second brother and third brother, what about me?" Duanqiang Xiaowen was not happy. He was afraid of the table and was obviously very dissatisfied that he was not part of the fun.

Wu Dao was about to speak, but when he heard Yan Xiao cough lightly, the three of them immediately fell silent.

"Kongwu Qingzhi, if you like it, just take it. King Ming of Shancheng, you don't have to think about it, I have already borrowed it from you."

Wu Dao stood up immediately, put his hands on the table, and asked: "Master, this is different from what you said. You said it yourself. I have experienced two tribulations of gods and demons, so you sent King Shancheng Ming to me..."

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Duanqiang comforted his third senior brother and sat down, like a peacemaker, and said: "Third brother, what are you in a hurry? Master said, it's a loan, not a gift. Besides, don't you still have two more tribulations from gods and demons?"

It's been more than a hundred years, can you still live until then..."

Wu Dao turned his head and glared at him. Duan Qian was depressed. He would never be such a bully. Suddenly, he really missed the happy time when he was a mortal. Alas, if he hadn't almost died at that time, he wouldn't be willing to become a master.

Under the disciples, now, the two senior brothers always make me do odd jobs and run errands, and their lives are miserable.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xiao snorted coldly, and then said: "Do your three brothers still have to pretend in front of my master? Can Prince Ming of Shancheng be taken out? You have nothing to do, what did you do when you went to Muhan Tower?"

Upon hearing this, apart from breaking their spears, the two swordsmen were speechless.

Suddenly, the three of them noticed a strong pressure, and their eyes suddenly changed.

He dipped his fingers into the wine and shot it towards the source of the strong pressure. The wine turned into a long knife shaped like a wild goose feather and flew through the air. But strangely, the knife passed through the body of the drinker at the next table.

The drinker only felt a slight chill in his body, but had no other discomfort.

There was a loud roar, and all the restaurant guests were shocked. They put down their bowls and chopsticks and ran out to join in the fun. But the four masters and apprentices at this table continued to drink as if nothing had happened.

While people were still discussing what happened, a handsome young man dressed in blue and holding a folding fan came in.

He walked up to the four of them with light steps, and bowed respectfully. He didn't care if he had a hidden blade or no sword, and continued to pick up peanuts and throw them into his mouth. The broken gun was like a monk two feet tall.

"Master, second senior brother, third senior brother. This one, with his refined temperament, is probably the sixth senior brother. Junior brother Jian Yuting has met the master and the three senior brothers."

Jian Yuting? Duanqiang understood, smiled stupidly, and said: "Who am I? It makes people think that some immortal hunter has come to kill me. It turns out that you are Xiao Twelve."

"Lao Liu, sit down!"

Zangren shouted, and Duanqiang reluctantly sat down again. He was enthusiastic and moved his buttocks, leaving half of the long bench free for Jian Yuting.

"Xiao Yu, how is things going?"

"Reply to Third Senior Brother, there is a good player in Yanyun Cavalry. He has a pair of bloody hands and can restrain Junior Brother's cultivation. I'm afraid, but I can't do anything."

No sword frown, bloody hand?

"Master, did you kill the weeds at that time but not the roots?"

Duanqiang interrupted again, filled a bowl of wine for Wu Dao, and said: "Third brother, what are you talking about? If you really want to eradicate the weeds, do you just hope that the master will burp his shit as soon as possible, so that you can take over the king of Shancheng Ming?"

Do you have it yourself?”

The man who had no swordsmanship used his right hand as a sword, as if he was ready to kill his sixth brother with a knife. Duanqiang felt aggrieved, so he had to pretend to be dumb again and drink.

Jian Yuting couldn't help but snicker when she saw this scene, but she didn't dare to show it, it was really uncomfortable to hold it in.

Master Yan Xiao had thirteen disciples. Except for Zhong Xihou, who was ranked eleventh in the same generation as him, and Ying Ruge, who was the thirteenth youngest, he had only seen the second and the same disciples.

Three’s two senior brothers.

I thought that these characters who transcended the category of ordinary immortals were extremely cold and unruly, but unexpectedly, each one turned out to be more like a rogue monkey than the last one.

Duanqiang's nose moved slightly, as if he was sniffing the strange smell in the air. His eyes shot out two blue lights and stared at Jian Yuting. Jian Yuting couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine. That feeling was actually fear.

!

Duan Qiang grabbed Jian Yuting's hand again, clasping his wrist and veins with his fingers. Jian Yuting lost all strength in his left hand in an instant and was unable to resist. The movement lasted only a moment, Duan Qiang looked at Yan Xiao with a confused look on his face, Yan Xiao remained silent

Gu Zi drank and was stunned.

"Old Liu, everyone has his own ambitions and his destiny." When Zangren said this, he suddenly became cold, just like the time when he gave Wang Sword Long Yao to Ying Ruge, like a living dead, and there was no sound in his voice.

Show no emotion at all.

"You bastard, how much do you want to die? How did you do such a thing?" Duangqian acted like a gangster giving a lesson to a young gangster. He went up and gave Jian Yuting a chestnut on the forehead. Jian Yuting originally planned to avoid it.

But strangely, his body seemed to be tied up and unable to move.

At that moment, it was really unforgettable pain.

Jian Yuting once thought that Yan Xiao fell in love with him because she was too talented. She had been wondering what it was about an ordinary warrior like Zhong Xihou that Yan Xiao fell in love with. As for Ying Ruge, he was just a trickster.

, to put it bluntly, I disagree.

When I met the second senior brother and the third senior brother, I just thought that they had hundreds or almost a thousand years of Taoism, so I couldn't do anything difficult. But the sixth senior brother hadn't even experienced the tribulation of gods and demons, so why did he just make a move and let himself compare?

Ants are even worse.

It was this chestnut that hurt into the bone marrow that made Jian Yuting suddenly feel that life was not bad.

"Lao Liu, stop making trouble."

Even without a knife, he became serious and looked at Jian Yuting. Those red and phoenix eyes were as vast as stars, and he could not see through them no matter what.

Zangren picked up the wine bowl, took a sip, put it down, smashed it, and said: "Xiaoyu, if I teach you three points of skill to my brother, you might be able to defeat the world's sword sects?"

Yan Xiaotong remained calm even without a knife, but with the gun broken, he was as dumbfounded as if he heard someone had won ten million taels of silver in a gambling house with a copper plate.

Jian Yuting was silent for a long time, sighed, but shook her head.

Zangren couldn't help but frown, obviously asking Jian Yuting, the reason?

"Second senior brother may have forgotten that Twelve is working for Yan Yunqi in the human world."

"Then what does it have to do with you putting an end to the world's sword sect's troubles?"

"Third Senior Brother, if Twelve takes action, the Hongmeng Heart with those bloody hands will definitely take action. By then, Twelve's body cultivation will be suppressed, and he will be like a wild dog on the street. Twelve is not selfish. Such actions are just useless.

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Duanqiang was about to say something, but the hidden blade pressed his shoulder. He felt a pain in his left shoulder and screamed "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Jian Yuting looked at it and even suppressed his internal injuries. "Hey, hey, hey, a few senior brothers"

, you are all hundreds of years old, you are not the best among men, you are already the monster among men, how can you be like a teenage doll.

Yan Xiao drank the remaining one-third of the wine in the wine bowl, put down the wine bowl, and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. He cleared his throat and said, "My teacher once gave Zhong Nanyan eight

The word means that the land in the west is a lord, and does not involve the Central Plains."

Hidden blade, no knife, broken gun, these three brothers didn't take it seriously. Jian Yuting really thought about it, and then suddenly realized. Zhong Xihou, it turned out to be this.

"It's a pity that Xiaoxi finally followed the way of heaven. The cause has been revealed, no matter what the consequences, no matter whether he is a teacher or you brothers, you can't interfere."

The three of them, Hidden Blade, No Knife, and Broken Spear, were also thoughtful. To be honest, the three of them were just like Jian Yuting, wondering why Yan Xiao would accept Zhong Xihou as his disciple. Similarly, in the past thirty years, he has

Without showing any celestial talent, what can a mortal warrior do even if he sets foot on the peak of Hongmeng?

"This child Ru Ge is different from Xiao Xi. Everything Ru Ge is doing today is all caused by the teacher. The calamity of reincarnation has come, and it is because of the teacher's selfishness that he asks you to help your little junior brother."

Among the brothers, except Zangren, the other three looked at each other with six eyes, not knowing why. Zangren filled a bowl of wine for himself and drank it all in one gulp.

"Master, it's better for my disciple to transform into a god and defeat the sword sects in the world."

Duanqiang looked at his second senior brother as if he were an idiot, shook his head and sighed, feeling as if he hated iron. Wu Dao gave him a look, and Duanqiang immediately became obedient like a little puppy.

"Second brother, whether you have transformed into a god or not, you just can't go to the Tianxia Sword Sect. Why don't you let your junior brother go find your former sect members, and let the people in the human world solve the matters in the human world by themselves."

Jian Yuting was confused when he heard what he said. He wanted to ask, but hesitated. He sighed, Comrade is on the right, and a thousand years can only last a day for a child to play. Suddenly, Jian Yuting felt that her consciousness was confused between her brows, and her inner breath was divided into eight kinds of energy.

, as if he was about to explode out of his body. The five senses of the broken gun were so sharp, and the movement was so fast that all he could see was that his hand turned into an afterimage, and eight rays of immortal energy shot out and penetrated into Jian Yuting's body.
To be continued...