In autumn, the leaves of the trees are rustling.

Since Xu Ziyi visited Shaolin, Shaolin, which was once known as the holy land of martial arts, began to close the temple. Except for the visits of some dignitaries, no one else came to the Shaolin Temple!

But there are always exceptions to everything. On this day, two guests were welcomed outside the gate of Shaolin Temple.

These two guests are also very interesting. They are dressed in white and black clothes respectively, which seems to indicate their personalities so obviously!

Among them, the man in white, even though he had come from afar, was still spotless, and the snow-white clothes he wore looked like they had just been taken out from under the iron.

Although he was dressed simply, he was very luxurious.

But these are his attractive features - what attracts people is his temperament.

An indescribable pride.

Shaolin Temple has been inherited for thousands of years and has received many dignitaries and talented people. However, this is the first time that we have encountered such an arrogant person as the man in white.

No matter who stands with him, he will feel ashamed!

There should be no one around such a person, and no one should have the courage to stand with him.

But the world is so wonderful, but the man in black didn't notice anything strange. He held his head high and walked forward slowly.

This is a man in black cloth, black robe, black shoes and black socks, and a long sword with a black sheath slung across his back.

He is tall and bulky, almost twice as wide as an ordinary person, but he does not look bloated at all, but looks very thin and strong. His face has a strange dead gray color, his eyebrows are flying sideways, and his eyes are stern and arrogant.

He looked so attractive, with a few sparse strands of beard under his chin blowing away in the wind.

His whole person seemed to be both arrogant and unrestrained, serious and unruly.

The two of them climbed the mountain slowly at the same time, but it seemed that there was a distinct Chu-Han River boundary between them. The two of them seemed to represent the white and black between heaven and earth!

Once people like them appear, they will naturally attract people's attention.

The monk Zhike, who had stopped accepting outsiders for a long time, saw the two people climbing the mountain. He quickly put his palms together and said, "This temple has not accepted visitors for a long time. I wonder why Tan Yue is here?"

"Is Xu Ziyi in the Shaolin Temple?"

The man in white was the first to speak.

When the monk Zhike heard the words "Xu Ziyi", he knew that the three of them were definitely not ordinary visitors, so he looked more respectful and carefully replied: "Xu Tanyue is in our temple now!"

The man in white said: "Tell him that I, Lu Feng, want to see him first!"

Lu Fengxian?

Hearing this, Zhike Monk, who was responsible for receiving the two of them, couldn't help but change his expression.

The news about Xu Ziyi's presence in the Shaolin Temple is known to many people in the world. Ever since Bai Xiaosheng spread the news about the ranking of the latest weapons spectrum, many more people have come to challenge him outside the gate of the Shaolin Temple!

It's just that although these people's martial arts are good, they still don't have the qualifications to challenge Xu Ziyi. After being rejected, some people tried to break into the temple by force, but in the end they were captured alive by the monks in the temple and thrown out.

Since then, the outside of the Shaolin Temple has become much cleaner.

But who would have expected that not long after, someone came to visit. Zhike Monk wanted to refuse, but when he heard the name of the visitor, he couldn't help but hesitate.

Because now there can only be one Lu Fengxian in the world, and that is Lu Fengxian, the "Silver Halberd Wenhou" who originally ranked fifth in the weapons spectrum!

If he came to visit today, he would have to go and report to Xu Tanyue. Thinking of this, Zhike Monk said with a respectful expression: "Please wait here for Lu Tanyue. I will go and report to Xu Tanyue now!"

The monk Zhike left very quickly, and only Lu Fengxian and another man in black were left outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

The man in black said: "Are you Lu Fengxian?"

Lu Fengxian nodded and said: "Not bad!"

As early as when the two of them were climbing the mountain at the same time, he had already noticed the man in black beside him.

Lu Fengxian's eyes paused for a moment when the man in black was carrying a long sword with a black sheath on his back, and then his expression suddenly became solemn.

"Songyang Iron Sword!"

Lu Fengxian, who recognized the other party through this, his expression turned serious.

"good!"

The man in black answered in an extremely concise and concise manner.

The man in black asked again: "Marquis Wen of Silver Halberd?"

Of course, the reason why he spoke again is also very simple, because the man in white today does not have a silver halberd in his hand.

Lu Fengxian said coldly: "Yinji Wenhou died ten years ago!"

This time, the man in black felt a little surprised.

But he did not ask further questions because he knew that there must be something more to Lu Fengxian's words.

As expected, Lu Fengxian continued: "Yinji Wenhou is dead, but Lu Fengxian is not dead!"

The man in black was silent, seeming to be exploring the true meaning of this sentence.

Lu Fengxian said coldly again: "Okay, today is just a coincidence. I have been training hard for ten years just to avenge my shame!"

Ranked fifth in the weapon spectrum, this ranking was a great honor in the eyes of others, but it was really a shame in his eyes, so he destroyed his silver halberd and found another way. Therefore, he has been living in seclusion and practicing another terrible skill for the past ten years. .

"Songyang Iron Sword" Guo Songyang, this person's ranking happened to be right above his head ten years ago. This is simply unacceptable for a person as proud as him.

However, today, Shaolin and his party unexpectedly met this person by chance.

"If it were you, it would be worth fighting!"

Guo Songyang, who was dressed in black, naturally heard the implication of Lu Fengxian's words, and then his expression turned serious.

Guo Songyang's eyes became brighter and brighter, but his breathing became weaker and weaker, which showed that everything inside and outside his body had gradually reached its peak.

By then, his spirit, inner strength, and body will all be integrated with his sword, and his sword will no longer be ignorant steel, but become spiritual.

Feeling the subtle change in Guo Songyang's aura, Lu Fengxian's expression turned solemn, and then he slowly raised a hand, his right hand.

In the eyes of others, it is not just a very strange hand.

The fingers are long, the nails are neatly trimmed, and the skin is smooth and thin.

This fits Lu Fengxian's identity very well.

If you look carefully, you will notice the peculiarity of this hand.

The skin color of the thumb, index finger and middle finger of this hand is actually different from other places.

Although the skin of these three fingers is also very thin and white, it has a strange luster. It doesn't look like it is made of flesh and blood, but like it is made of some kind of strange metal.

But these three fingers are clearly on his hands.

How could a hand made of flesh suddenly grow three fingers made of metal!

Just as the two were confronting each other, there was another strange footsteps coming from behind!

In fact, there is nothing strange about these steps, but I don’t know why, but it makes people feel like they are stepping on their hearts every step of the way.

The man's steps were slow and fast, as if he had great demonic power, directly defeating the peak momentum of the two people in the confrontation!

The footsteps have stopped.

Xu Ziyi, dressed in a green shirt, suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

He just stood in the shadow outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, standing quietly and motionless, looking like a towering and motionless mountain.

An unreachable mountain!

Lu Fengxian's breathing suddenly paused and he asked one word at a time: "Xu Ziyi?"

Guo Songyang, who was carrying a long sword with a black sheath slung across his back, couldn't help but have a glimmer of light in his eyes when he saw Xu Ziyi appearing.

Xu Ziyi stood with his hands behind his back, but his eyes only stayed on him for a moment, then turned to look at Guo Songyang aside, and said in an indifferent tone: "Lu Fengxian, Guo Songyang?"

Not only did he not answer, but he also asked questions.

Lu Fengxian said: "Yes."

He finally answered.

After he answered, he immediately regretted it, because he felt that his momentum was a little weaker, and Xu Ziyi had already taken the initiative!

Guo Songyang's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he said: "It's Guo Songyang!"

Different from Lu Fengxian, when Guo Songyang saw Xu Ziyi's appearance, he had no other thoughts in his mind, only an amazing fighting spirit.

Xu Ziyi smiled and said: "Very good, I have been living in seclusion in Shaolin for three months, and I have already become a bit hungry. You two are worthy of me!"

Lu Fengxian sneered: "If you weren't Xu Ziyi, I wouldn't even bother to kill you!"

He said this and regretted it.

Although this sentence is also full of cold meaning, it sounds like it was learned from Xu Ziyi.

Xu Ziyi said: "Where is your silver halberd?"

Lu Fengxian said coldly: "The silver halberd has been broken!"

"Oh, where is your weapon?"

Looking at the extremely proud Lu Fengxian in front of him, Xu Ziyi's smile gradually disappeared.
To be continued...