At the Golden Peak Hall of Ziyun Peak, after everyone finished asking about the gift, their faces were all overjoyed and were about to come forward to ask about the current situation of the senior brother in the past few days. Unexpectedly, Chen Yigong on the side seemed to have sensed something, his face changed drastically, and he shouted: "Junior brothers, please dodge it!!" Then his sword behind him was unsheathed and flew towards a certain place.

"bass--!"

"Bang!" The sword body seemed to be hit by something in the air and suddenly fell to the ground. Chen Yigong's face changed again, and he hurriedly pulled up with one hand, and the sword flew up again, trying to force the object to keep the fast.

But at this moment, he was half a beat slower and passed by the thing directly. Everything came too quickly. In less than three breaths, the thing had already flown to a meter of intensity less than one meter away from everyone.

Thinking of the sword of Venerable Qinglian before, how could he resist such flesh and blood? They all looked extremely pale and frightened.

However, at this moment, two fingers from somewhere appeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye to clamp the outside world that day. Everyone's faces calmed down and their eyes looked.

Lu Shengxiang looked at the tiny object in his fingers, spread her white eyebrows and narrowed her old eyes. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, she slowly put it into her mouth, chewed it carefully, and finally said lightly: "It's still so salty."

Flowers...peanuts?

Chen Yigong looked extremely shocked. He didn't expect that the thing he had tried his best to stop was such a tiny peanut? He took a deep breath and calmed down his anxious heart, for fear that years of practice would be almost ruined. He looked at a mountain in the distance. His eyes were slightly moved and his heart immediately felt relieved: I guess the only one who can be at this level today must be that person.

"Junior brothers, let's go back and rest for now. I have important things to give you tomorrow morning." Lu Shengxiang said laughing at everyone, and then flew gently into the mountains beside him.

They are no longer surprised by the elusive and mysterious person of the head sect. They all return to their residences to rest, but their faces are full of worries, obviously speculating on the meaning of Lu Shengxiang's words before leaving.

Sword-casting furnace, under the big banyan tree.

The bald old monster filled the stone bowl on the stone table with wine. He felt the jar getting lighter and lighter in his hands. He began to think about asking Yang Xu for wine to drink, but before he could fill the wine in the bowl, the peanut plate on the plate was snatched by the other hand.

"Hey, you old man are tired of living? You dare to even snatch my things?" The bald old monster saw that his beloved peanuts had been snatched away, and immediately became angry. He grinned his eyebrows and looked at the man opposite him and said angrily.

"Haha! It's been decades and still has such a bad temper. You are all in my territory. This butterfly peanut is naturally old. How can you say that you are robbing? " At this moment, sitting opposite the bald old monster was Lu Shengxiang, the head of Jiuhua Mountain who disappeared from the Golden Top Hall. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't take the bald old monster seriously at all. After snatching the plate of peanuts, he reached out to get the wine jar placed at the old monster's feet. This action immediately angered the old monster completely. Without saying a word, he slapped him over.

Seeing this, Lu Shengxiang was not panicked. He just stretched out two fingers to press the other party's palm and snatched the jar with his other hand. The old monster was pressed against the palm of his fingers for some reason. He was just so angry that his face turned red and he had no choice but to take the other party. However, he quickly grabbed the peanut disc that had been snatched away by the other party before. This time, it was an alternative draw.

When Lu Shengxiang saw that the peanut plate was snatched back by the other party, she couldn't help but reach out and patted her forehead with regret. Then the two of them fought again for hundreds of moves, and the outcome was both in the 500s.

A few of them stopped and sat opposite each other. The old monster contributed the peanut plate he had always held in his palm. The old Taoist robe also placed the jar of wine he had grabbed on the table and enjoyed it.

"Are you injured?" the bald monster chewed the peanuts carefully and said carelessly.

The old man smiled and said nothing.

"It seems that it's true if you don't speak. I didn't expect that there will be someone in this world who can hurt you, the old god. It's so interesting, hehe!" The bald monster continued to tease.

The old man smiled even happier when he heard this.

"Why are you giggling? You are still laughing so happily when you are injured. Do you think you can still suppress me with your current strength?" The bald old monster said this, showing his fierce appearance and his aura was as powerful as a god descending to earth!

"I never said that you would trap you in Jiuhua Mountain. You can leave anytime you want," Lu Shengxiang replied with a chuckling.

"Hmph! You can leave. You must be able to fulfill your original promise. I will turn around and leave in this place where the bird is not shit!" said the bald old monster.

As soon as he heard the word promise, the head of Jiuhua Mountain, the real face suddenly smiled like a chrysanthemum. He squinted his eyes and looked at the other party a little, then said calmly: "You can do it if you want me to fulfill your promise. As long as you win me, I will tell you immediately, otherwise don't think too much."

When the bald old monster heard this, he suddenly turned furious and shouted to the side: "Hmph! You know that I am worried about that matter, how could I leave easily if I don't get the result? Who in the world is willing to be an anonymous man who doesn't know his name and origin? It's a pity that you were fooled to the mountain by you in a confused way. You are a stubborn person, and you have been 50 years old and will die if you say one more word!"

"Hehe! Rules are rules, and they naturally cannot be changed. Otherwise, wouldn't my reputation as the best in the world be ridiculed and untrustworthy?" The old man ignored the other party's angrily anger, and his face was calm and calm.

"Oh, you are the best in the world. I will learn it today!" The bald old monster turned cold and stopped talking and shouted in a deep voice. The two fingers in his hand waved to his side, as if wisps of sword energy were crisscrossing with each other. The swords of the Dragon Pool were roaring in anger, and several green lights slashed towards the other party, and the sound of breaking through the air was endless.

The old man saw the amazing sword stance in the sky, but his face was not at all afraid. The whisk in his hand swayed gently, pushing a leaf that fell in front of him, and smiled faintly, "Amitabha Buddha!" ​​After saying that, his body floated up in the air, flew several feet away to make a decision.

"Pretending to be a ghost! Take my sword." The bald old monster looked disgusted and pointed his fingers at the Stegosaurus Pool.

Scarlet         ! The sword is unsheathed!

Ao! It's like a dragon going out to sea!

The sword's edge vibrates from all directions, like a silver thunder hanging upside down between the sky and the earth, dazzling and all things are silent! Only one sword can open the sky!

Lu Shengxiang stood several feet away, stretching out his hand to touch the long beard under his mouth, and seemed not in a hurry to take action, but looked at the sword that was attacking him with appreciation. He vaguely remembered that one night many years ago, he had seen someone use this sword, and that night illuminated the two worlds of the north and south! At that moment, that man became the goal pursued by countless swordsmen and knights in later generations.

At that time, some people told stories for swordsmen and some people gave prefaces for swordsmen. How romantic and cheerful!

However, one hundred and sixty years have passed, and the swordsman gradually withered and lost his spirit. The noun songs that were sung at the time can only appear in the red-fen brothel, barely making the official smile!

Now 360 years old, the old god Lu Shengxiang, whose eyes were slightly calmed down and looked at the bald old monster who was jumping and cursing through layers of sword lights. For the first time in his life, I felt that my actions back then were really wrong?

He shook his head and sighed, and then gently lifted the whisk. His white eyebrows shook violently due to the impact of the sword energy, but his face was not clear about sadness and joy. Three thousand whisk silks flew past him, and the old man said helplessly: "Oh, why bother?" After the words, the whisk poured down.

In an instant, a strong wind broke out in the sky and a white waterfall drooped down the sky. Even with the intent of the sword, it was completely submerged by the vast white horse training.

The competition between masters is often at that moment,

The bald old monster saw this and stuttered his tongue slightly. He knew that there was still no way to deal with the other party, so he stopped attacking. Instead, he grabbed the peanuts and the jar of wine and walked slowly into the thatched hut. The wooden door was closed and the lights were brightly lit. Soon, waves of ironclad sounds came out again.

Lu Shengxiang slowly fell on the original stone bench. Looking at the hunched figure who suddenly disappeared, sighing slightly. He was about to taste the peanuts on the stone table again, but unexpectedly it was empty. The old man shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, turning around and leaving.

Yang Xu chased Xu Daolian to the Xijian Pavilion, but he did not see the kid. Instead, he ran into the drunk Xu Jia, standing in the hall holding a pillar, screaming and drunk. The brothers and sisters were really surprised to see this, but they didn't dare to come forward to disturb him. They were all wondering in their hearts that Senior Brother Xu Jia is the best in Jiuhua Mountain in terms of alcoholism. Every time the head of the sect celebrates his birthday, he will arrange to serve the wine for the head of the teacher. Why is he so drunk today?

Xu Jia's hair was scattered on his shoulders, and his neck was wet with wine. His fingers shook for a long time and pointed at Yang Xu who entered the hall and said, "Hey? Yang Xu, you are coming back just in time. I'm having a bowl with me, haha!"

"Fellow Daoist Yang, what do you think? Senior Brother Xu Jia doesn't let us help him back. The junior brother who just lights the lamp wants to help him get up, but unexpectedly, Senior Brother Xu Jia opens his eyes and punches. Now he is still fainting in the hall? If the head sect just returned to the mountain, if he finds that Senior Brother Xu Jia is so drunk, he might be punished to go to Zhengqi Hall to face the wall again. Alas!" A man who is over 10 years old frowned and said to Yang Xu who had just come in with a sad face.

Yang Xu glanced at Xu Jia, who was crazy about holding Zhuzi, rolled up his sleeves, turned his head and smiled and said to the Taoist priest: "This is it, you guys go and do your business first, and Senior Brother Xu Jia will leave it to me."

As soon as these words came, everyone was stunned and looked strange. However, Lenovo, Senior Brother Xu Jia was very close to this fellow Taoist Yang Xu in the past few days. He often saw him drinking with him in the yard. Sui felt relieved and bowed and retreated.

Watching everyone leave, Yang Xu grabbed an empty wine pot from the ground, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently. He immediately frowned slightly and walked slowly towards the figure holding the pillar.
Chapter completed!