"Have you heard that yesterday, the Golden Scale Sword and the Sunset Sword fought in front of the Chongyang Real Estate Mausoleum. The two sides fought fiercely for half an hour; the stone pillars in front of the mausoleum all shattered three! Finally, there was no victory or defeat."
In the restaurant, men in groups of three or three gathered to exchange news about the Chongyang Mausoleum these days; many masters handed over it, which made people feast their eyes.
"Hey, I'll tell you, I've witnessed that battle throughout the whole process; the Golden Scale Sword Mo Kun is worthy of being the number one person in Yanyu City. The sword light is extremely sharp, and it hurts from a distance."
The bald man muttered, but he looked at his red face and the wine on the table, and he really didn't know how much he could say in his words.
"Brother Wang, it's not time to go and have a chance to do it today."
At the wine table beside the window, the straw raincoat guest placed a big gun in front of his knees, slowly drinking the wine.
Wang Teng, who was beside him, nodded slightly and responded. The white mist blew, he drank the hot tea on the table in one go; the two of them left a few big money and hurriedly left.
Outside the town, by the mountain, the place where the Chongyang Real People Mausoleum is located.
Eighteen stone pillars are arranged in arc shapes, surrounding the entrance of the mausoleum. Unfortunately, three stone pillars on the left are broken; they seem uneven, because of the battle between the Golden Scale Sword and the Sunset Sword yesterday. Both of them are famous masters in the martial arts world.
Second-rate expert.
"It's so lively."
Wang Teng and Huang Long stood side by side, looking at the crowd in front of the tomb. Most of them were people wearing swords and swords; there were also a small number of officers and soldiers maintaining order, but the noisy and hot atmosphere was really useless.
"It's done! It's done! Mr. Shui Jing unlocked the mechanism left by the Chongyang Real Person!"
At the front of the crowd, a sword-holding scholar raised his arms and shouted, which attracted many gazes. A group of people from the martial arts world looked at him and saw an old man in a white robe holding a compass and moving back and forth around the entrance of the tomb.
As the old man moved, a roar came from the tomb in just a moment, and the two solid stone doors collapsed and opened in an instant.
The Chongyang Real Estate Mausoleum has been opened!
With the fall of the stone gate, the crowd of people from the martial arts world went crazy, and the suppression of the officers and soldiers seemed pale and powerless.
Who is the real person in Chongyang? The first person in the martial arts world a hundred years ago! His cultivation and merits are related to fortune, and he has lived for two hundred years! How can the inheritance he left behind not make people crazy?
Not to mention these people in the martial arts world, even the emperors of the current dynasty were a little moved!
"Come on!"
In the chaotic crowd, Huang Long, a guest of the straw raincoat, swept out the iron spear on his back; sweeping away the few people blocking him.
Wang Teng's eyes flashed, his feet stepped on the seven-star steps, and his figure was like the wind. This was a step method in the Qingtian Temple, which was so clever and tight, and it was also a secret that he obtained when he was a master.
Nowadays, luck is really extraordinary, and it is free to travel among the crowd, even leading Huanglong.
Hula!
A harsh sound of wind breaking came, Wang Teng's heart suddenly tightened, and his feet were vigorous. He immediately flashed to the side and saw a copper stick slanted into the ground, sank more than three feet into it.
"I dare to come and join in the lively life of the real-life mausoleum! Get out of here!"
The person who came was a strong man with a fat face. He raised the copper stick upside down and swept around without caring about others. He immediately broke his muscles and bones and flew backwards with screams.
"It's him, the evil stick Qi Ming! The guy who killed this day hasn't died yet?"
Among the crowd, some sharp-eyed people recognized the strong man with disgust on their faces. Qi Ming was a famous bastard in Yongzhou. With the cultivation of a third-rate expert, he committed many crimes.
Many young men who were just starting out have searched for his traces and tried to do his best, but unfortunately they all became ghosts under the stick.
"Isn't it rumored that he was chased by Liu Fang, the swordsman, and he dares to appear here?"
Many voices came out, all of whom were a little afraid of the evil stick Qi Ming. Even the second-rate master Liu Fang was able to chase him and kill him. No wonder he was so arrogant and acted freely, which was indeed an evil style.
The evil stick Qi Ming smiled coldly when he heard this, and didn't care about everyone. He picked up the copper stick and was about to break into the tomb. But he saw a figure rushing out, his fists all out like a drum, and he hit him.
"court death!"
He was furious, but he saw that the one who took action was a young Taoist priest who had been blocking his way before. He had just thrown out a copper stick and aimed at him. He never thought that he would hide, but now he dares to look at him.
Take action? Who did he think he was?
"I don't know how to live or die, a mad dog-like guy!"
Wang Teng's eyes were cold, his fists were filled with jade, and he made a sound of breaking the wind. This original body had been killed many times. He never held back during the competition and had rich experience. Now he was inexplicably attacked by someone, so naturally
Extremely angry.
"What are you? You dare to come and find my bad luck! Even Liu Fang can't do anything to me!"
The evil stick Qi Ming was so nervous that the weight of a copper stick was used to meet Wang Teng's broken jade fist several ways.
People in the martial arts world around dodged away, but they didn't want to be affected.
"Who is that Taoist? He is so fierce. He actually fought with the evil stick Qi Ming with a pair of flesh palms?"
A young man who was a freshman spoke, very curious about Wang Teng's identity, and the evil stick Qi Ming was notorious; among the third-rate masters, this man must be a famous man who can fight with him.
Good at it.
"Well, if I read it correctly, the Taoist fists were covered with jade when he took action; the bronze stick he hit trembled repeatedly, and he should be the jade Taoist who was once famous in the martial arts world."
"Is it him? It is rumored that Taoist Yu was a disciple of Qingtianguan. After showing his strength in the world, he went into the mountain to practice in seclusion. There has been no news for a year, but I didn't expect that the tomb of the real person of Chongyang this time also attracted him!"
A well-informed warrior sighed. This jade Taoist was not very famous back then, and he was one of the best among the third-rates. The evil stick Qi Ming was considered to have suffered this time.
"So you are a Yu Taoist, no wonder you are so good at boxing."
The evil stick Qi Ming danced the bronze stick, blocking Wang Teng's fist, and his eyes became more and more fierce; obviously he did not think he was weaker than the other party.
"Kill you enough!"
Wang Teng was too lazy to talk nonsense to him. Yu Zhengong was activated, and his arms suddenly attached a hint of jade-white color; he punched it out, and then spread the copper stick crookedly, transmitting the surging force; Qi Ming held it
The stick's palm numb and almost let go.
"you!"
He was shocked inexplicably. Why did this Taoist suddenly become so much stronger? Could it be that he was playing tricks on me before?
Bang!
The fist moves like a drum, and the fist is like thunder! Wang Teng's arms are covered with jade white color, and his big hands slapped down horizontally, leaving a palm print on the copper stick; then his right fist is pounded out and hit Qi Ming's chest,
The force poured out; he suddenly beat him up and fell several feet away.
puff.
Looking again, Qi Ming's chest collapsed and his eyes were dull, and his life was already over; the copper stick he was carrying fell, and there was a bright palm print in the middle.
"Hiss, he killed the evil stick Qi Ming! How long has it been since the fight, and he hasn't even reached ten moves, right?"
The heroes watching around the rivers and lakes were inexplicably shocked. Qi Ming, the evil stick in Yongzhou, died like this? He died at the hands of the Yu Taoist who had come out of the mountain again.
"It's really amazing. I'm worthy of coming out of the Qingtian Temple. I'll kill the evil stick Qi Ming within ten moves. Is this strength enough to be comparable to an ordinary second-rate master, right?"
Many people's hearts were moved secretly. The opening of the Chongyang Real Person Mausoleum really caused a storm; many golden carp jumped out from the pond, trying to take advantage of the momentum to turn into a dragon.