Naturally, all the six major sects were invited to Shi Huolong's birthday this time. A group of disciples from the Emei sect led by Ding Minjun came to celebrate his birthday, but none of them came in person.
Originally, the hall was peaceful, but after Luoyang's brocade lions arrived, they directly attacked the Emei faction.
Some time ago, when Miejie was killing people from the Ming Cult, he happened to bump into Jin Shishi's third brother and a member of the Ming Cult together. Master Miejie directly killed them all.
This golden lion is well-known in the world, and it has Shaolin behind it. But today, seeing that Miejie was not around, he dared to shout at a group of disciples.
"Where's that old nun? She killed my third brother, and I just have a debt to settle with her!" Bao Yang, the golden lion, roared.
The tiles in the hall were shaken by his inner strength.
Ding Minjun looked ugly. It was okay for her to bully the disciples, but she was really no match for Bao Yang. But if she didn't step forward at this time, she would be indispensable for him when he returns.
"Golden Lion, please keep your mouth cleaner." Ding Minjun drew his sword and said angrily.
"My third brother was killed by extermination. Don't say that my mouth is not clean, but my hands are not clean, so what!" Bao Yang said with a sneer.
Ding Minjun drew his sword without saying a word.
Bao Yang was using his bare hands, and he naturally knew the power of Emei's swordsmanship. He saw the long sword flashing out in Ding Minjun's hand, and his swordsmanship was agile and agile.
However, Bao Yang had rich experience in actual combat, and he rolled up to Ding Minjun.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed Ding Minjun's face.
Girls always care about their appearance. Ding Minjun quickly stepped back. Bao Yang roared, this was the Shaolin lion's roar!
Ding Minjun was so shocked that her internal organs surged, and Bao Yang tried to lock her throat. At this time, Ding Minjun was unable to resist, and could only watch helplessly as Bao Yang locked her.
Suddenly a sword blocked Bao Yang's hand!
"Huh?" Bao Yang turned his head, and the sword flashed directly and stabbed him in the throat.
Bao Yang raised his hand and punched, opening the long sword.
The one holding the sword is a young girl. She is as graceful as a fairy entering the mortal world.
"Do you really want to be the enemy of our Emei sect?" Zhou Zhiruo was sent to follow Ding Minjun to see the world.
If she hadn't seen that the senior sister was no match, she wouldn't have taken action. Moreover, Zhou Zhiruo was still young after all, and Bao Yang's attention had not been on Ding Minjun just now.
Zhou Zhiruo's sword didn't pose much of a threat to him.
"Little girl! Your master killed my third brother, one life for another! If you die, that senior sister will die!" Bao Yang asked, looking at Zhou Zhiruo fiercely.
"I, a disciple of Emei, have never said anything about waiting for death!" Zhou Zhiruo raised his sword again.
The sword was given to her by Zhang Yange, and she has always cherished it.
Touching this sword now, she felt less afraid.
"Lao Ni Mie is really a good disciple." Bao Yang's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
He was not afraid of killing an Emei disciple. After all, it was Miejie who killed his third brother first, and the person standing behind him was Shaolin.
A bald man in the crowd looked at Bao Yang with a half-smile.
Let’s sow the seeds of hatred among the six major factions first.
Bao Yang! Kill her!
"Die!" Bao Yang roared.
His internal energy was so profound that the leaves of his tree shook loudly.
I saw him punching out both fists, showing unparalleled momentum.
Zhou Zhiruo's eyes widened, and she stabbed out her sword steadily.
Although she knew that she would definitely die, she felt that she could not let Brother Zhang underestimate her, as he would definitely take revenge on her when the time came.
Bao Yang's fist hit the sword!
His punch was entirely based on Zhou Zhiruo's young age, and he wanted to use his internal strength to kill her directly.
His fist can break Zhou Zhiruo's sword and smash her head!
"Um?"
The moment when fist and sword touched.
Bao Yang only felt that the true energy on the sword was continuous, like the rising sun...
Zhou Zhiruo felt a steady stream of pure internal energy entering her body from behind.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Zhang Yange said.
Hearing Zhang Yange's voice, Zhou Zhiruo was not afraid at all.
She raised her sword and Bao Yang took three steps back.
When they were outside, the master of the martial arts hurriedly told Zhang Yange what was going on inside. When the two of them arrived, Bao Yang was already preparing to kill Zhou Zhiruo.
"Who are you?" Bao Yang had all the guesses in his mind, but he couldn't help but ask.
"Wudang! Zhang Yange!"
As soon as these five words came out, everyone in the hall whispered.
I have heard many stories about this Eight Heroes before, and when I saw it today, it certainly lived up to its reputation.
"Hmph! I'm not afraid of you Wudang and Emei joining forces!" Bao Yang roared.
He glanced at the crowd without leaving any trace.
But the monk who was originally standing in that position had disappeared.
"Wudang and Emei have a very close relationship. Not to mention the relationship between my master and the heroine Guo Xiang, I also have a very good relationship with this Miss Zhou." Zhang Yange said warmly.
But his momentum steadily suppressed Bao Yang.
"Are you Wudang sure you want to intervene in today's matter?"
"If Master Miejie was here today, I would naturally not take action. But you keep saying that Master Miejie killed your little brother, but you only dare to cause trouble for the Emei disciples.
I, Zhang Yange, will not rely on you in this matter!" Zhang Yange put his hands in his sleeves and looked elegant.
Zhou Zhiruo helped Ding Minjun up, and all the Emei disciples stood behind Zhang Yange.
Bao Yang looked at Zhang Yange, and for some reason he was a little scared of the young man in front of him.
"Well, if I attack you, it's considered bullying.
I'll follow your three moves. If you can take me back a step, I won't interfere in today's matter!" Zhang Yange said softly.
"Zhang Baxia, this guy's internal strength is not weak! Be careful!" Ding Minjun quickly reminded.
"I have no problem." Zhang Yange smiled.
To be honest, there is no way to address the disciples of Wudang and Emei families according to their seniority.
Lao Zhang and Guo Xiang are from the same generation.
The disciple Guo Xiang accepted was called Master Fengling!
Alas... Fengling Ferry is a life-long mistake!
Pity Lao Zhang for a minute...
In this way, Miu Miu is actually the same generation as Zhang Wuji.
Then Yin Laoliu and Ji Xiaofu must be two generations apart, and then Yang Buhui... As expected, my sixth brother is unparalleled in the world!
Therefore, although Wudang and Emei have a very good relationship, they have different terms of title.
"Zhang Yange! Today I want you to know how high the sky is and how high the earth is!" Bao Yang said angrily. Zhang Yange's suggestion was too insulting.
"You'd better let me know." Zhang Yange said gently.
Seeing the smile on his face, Bao Yang wanted to smash that face. And his gentle tone was even more irritating.
Bao Yang started with a punch.
The punch was like the wind, going straight to Zhang Yange's heart.
Zhang Yange put his hands behind his back and received the punch straight up. His body trembled slightly, and all the force of the punch was released by him.
"There are still two moves left, so keep up the good work!" Zhang Yange actually had a sense of encouragement in his tone.