Liangshan widened his eyes and said in surprise: "Master!" The person who came was none other than Elder Hao.

Master of Qi Gui period?!

When did he go down the mountain?

Isn't this a death sentence?

A series of questions arose in Liangshan's mind.

However, Master Hao Jian's look is really cool, much better than the usual sick and vulgar appearance. Could this be the true face of Master Hao Jian?

"Hao Jian!" Xiaoyaojun turned around and stared at him coldly.

"It's normal to beat the apprentice and get the master." Hao Jian coughed lightly, gently stroked his chest with his hands, looking like a tuberculosis-like person.

"You are looking for death!" Xiaoyaojun smiled instead of anger: "You used to be the number one master among the Holy Sword Hall, but you are now a useless person."

"I am a useless man, but it's enough." Hao Jian's voice was cold, like a sword shattering Xiaoyao Jun's great words. The wind and snow in the sky immediately surrounded Hao Jian, and then stopped, as if it condensed into countless swords and suddenly headed towards Xiaoyao Jun.

"Okay! OK! OK!" Xiaoyao Jun said three more words "Okay" in a row, "Then I will send you master and apprentice to the road together!"

With a buzzing sound, a sword suddenly appeared above Master Hao Jian's head. Xiaoyao Jun's huge figure in Liangshan's heart seemed to be filling the world and quickly shrank.

Xiaoyao Jun said in surprise, "Qinghong Sword!"

Liangshan heard his uneasyness for the first time in Xiaoyaojun's voice.

"Qinghong Sword, the remains of the ancient Pure Yang Sword Immortal, can emit a Pure Yang Immortal attack at the critical point. Of course, I will die, Xiaoyao Jun, you can't live."

Nangong Yan in the room had never been able to change her current standing posture, from the beginning to the present.

Her spiritual consciousness was shattered by Elder Hao Jian's words, as if she could no longer be able to condense it, and time stagnated in an instant.

Nangong Yan knew that Xiaoyao Jun would answer and make his decision after less than a second, but Nangong Yan felt that ten thousand years had passed.

Nangong Yan tried his best to activate his brain, like a high-speed computer, struggling to calculate all possible answers and corresponding endings of Xiaoyao Jun.

Nangong Yan is a combat-type monk. It is almost her instinct to calculate all possible gains and losses at high speed when facing the enemy.

A master who is several steps higher than her can oppress her freedom of action, but it still cannot oppress her instinct.

If she does not die this time, she will definitely benefit from the confrontation between Xiaoyaojun and Elder Hao.

The sword of the ancient Pure Yang Sword Immortal!

What is this concept?

The ancient sword immortals were the only one who was at the peak, and the Middle Ages gradually declined, and the practice of swordsmanship almost completely relies on the spiritual sword preserved in the Middle Ages.

Those who cultivated sword energy by themselves like Elder Hao, and Liang Shanbo, are simply miracles.

Liang Shanbo had just created a miracle and escaped from the mad dog Lingxiao. Now, his master, knocking down dust from the Holy Son Peak, is also creating a miracle to fight against Xiaoyao Jun.

For a moment, Nangong Yan felt that his brain was hypoxia, which was a bit unsatisfactory.

Next door to Liangshan is Aunt Wang’s house, and the kitchen is stewed with pig heads, which is full of fragrance.

Uncle Wang was rarely at home, and there was a table of dishes on the square table on the kang.

Uncle Wang was drinking, his son Huzi and his daughter Nannanzi scrambled to grab meat and eat it. Aunt Wang was walking around the kitchen around the pot and served plates of hot dishes.

This is basically the case for all households around Liangshan’s house. Every family has a fragrant smell of meat, and the women and children are smiling.

The man came back with money and meat and had a full meal. It was not the New Year or the Festival. After this meal, the men all had to go to the barracks.

All living in this area are Han people.

The Han people worked in the barracks as craftsmen, carpenters, blacksmiths, etc.

One hundred catapults and one hundred thousand feather arrows must be built within three days, and even if they do not die, they must be peeled off.

Under the rule of the Hu people, the division of labor was clear, the Han people were farmers, merchants and craftsmen, while the Hu people engaged in military activities.

This division of labor not only reflects the advantages of Han personnel production, but also prevents Han people from taking military power to subvert the Hu regime. Most Han people are happy to divide the labor like this. No matter how hard or tired they are, it is better than standing on the city wall.

The competition between the Daxia Kingdom and the Northern Wei Kingdom entered the last critical moment, and the competition between Wuguan naturally became the focus.

Uncle Wang Er looked at the way his son was feasting, and couldn't help but reach out and rub his son Hu Zi's hair. He looked full of love, but Hu Zi glared at him, which prevented him from eating meat.

Neither the Wang family nor the Liu family noticed the strangeness of the Chen family's thatched house.

"I see when you can last." Xiaoyao Jun said coldly.

By the way, Nangong Yan said in his heart that this is the best strategy.

In any case, Elder Hao fell to the Qi-inducing stage. Even though he had an ancient sword, it seemed like a baby holding a giant axe. Can he swing it?

"I will count one, two, three. If you don't leave, I will shoot my sword." Hao Jian said simply, "One, two..."

"On December 28th next year, Huashan Eighteen Cultivation Hall Ruling Office will discuss right and wrong again." After that, Xiaoyaojun's figure flashed and was lost.

"Master!" Liang Shan hurried forward and was about to lift his clothes and kneel down. The gate of the yard was pushed open. The neighbor Aunt Wang came in with a large bowl of steaming pork. "Miss of the Chen family, Master Chen family." Aunt Wang called out and saw Elder Hao, "Ah, your guests are here."

Nangong Yan immediately came out of the room as if she had untied her acupoint and said, "Aunt Wang, why are you here?"

"Miss Chen family, my family has some pig head meat today, so I'll bring it to you."

"Thank you!" Nangong Yan said quickly.

Liangshan was slightly stunned, and almost launched a desperate duel. The neighbors' steaming warmth was so natural.

Liangshan quickly stared at Nangong Yan with his eyes. Nangong Yan understood and immediately took out three Wuzhu coins from his sleeve and put them on Aunt Wang to accept it.

Aunt Wang hurriedly said, "How can you ask for money? They are all neighbors." After that, she put down the big bowl, turned around and left. She felt a little worried after leaving the yard, so she turned around and shouted, "Don't forget to return the bowl to me."

Liangshan glanced at his master, Elder Hao, and his mouth moved. After a long time, he said, "Master, I have eaten pork head meat."

At this time, Xiaoyao Jun had arrived at the city gate and happened to see the city gate "Glagala" closed. Two pairs of soldiers with bright armor and red tassels on their heads ran over in unison. A general with a knife shouted that the city gate would be closed, and Wuguan would not be allowed to enter and exit from now on.

Xiaoyaojun looked at the city and was even more busy. He turned around and walked for about a hundred steps, sat down at a stall, and said, "Boss, let's have a bowl of plain noodles."

The boss responded loudly.

The snow was falling, and Wuguan City was soon covered with a "big quilt". However, the Northern Wei Kingdom actually picked up the soldiers to press in at this time, and everyone expected that Wuguan City was immediately filled with boiling water.

It was like a stage. The previous second was that all the major cultivation halls gathered together, one by one, hoping that the protagonist "Liang Shanbo" would surface. The next second was that the most cruel and fierce battle in the world would begin. The monks automatically withdrew from their "outfits" and left the stage to hide.

At this time, Yexian led his Iron Wolf Army to thirty miles away from Wuguan City.
Chapter completed!