"Brother, please tell me how to get to Southern Shaolin."
The man who was stopped turned around and saw a handsome young man with a face like a crown of jade, standing tall and handsome, with a sword hanging on his waist. There was a certain amount of majesty between his handsomeness, which made people unable to help themselves at first sight.
Like the previous sentence: Heroes come from young.
The man looked at the young man in white shirt in front of him, then cupped his fists and said, "Is the young master also going to participate in the demon-slaying conference?"
He was dressed in black attire, with leather armor strapped to his wrists and calves. He had a lean face with a short beard, and was followed by four companions dressed similarly to him.
"Exactly, I'm from Xiaoyao faction, Yue Lifeng. I don't know the names of the heroes?" Yue Lifeng, or rather Lu Hanjiang, has quietly separated from the Jin Yiwei army and is heading towards Southern Shaolin alone.
"We are disciples of the Hunyuan Sect. I'm Lin Ge."
After notifying each other of their sect names, the man came up with several of his junior brothers and sisters. Lu Hanjiang met them one by one. They happened to be going to Southern Shaolin on the way, so they went together.
Not seeing Lu Hanjiang's companions, Lin Ge asked, "Brother Yue is here alone this time?"
Lu Hanjiang smiled and said nothing. Then Lin Ge suddenly realized and said quickly: "I'm talking too much. Brother Wangyue, don't take offense."
"It doesn't have to be like this. Brother Lin is making a fuss out of a molehill, but I have an unspeakable secret." Lu Hanjiang said this and ignored the topic.
Although he has no martial arts skills and no reputation at the moment, the word "Xiaoyao Sect" is enough for these people in the world to treat him with caution.
Although the Xiaoyao Sect does not rely on both good and evil, and is accustomed to doing its own thing, for a small sect like the Hunyuan Sect, which has no reputation in the world and can only show its prestige in one-third of an acre of its own home, such a behemoth is obviously
It's not something they can afford to offend.
In the final analysis, what matters in the world in the end is whose fist is stronger. If other major factions dare not give the Xiaoyao faction a good look, it is because they themselves are strong enough.
If it were those little shrimps next to them, they would have already pushed the Xiaoyao Sect to the side of the devil's path behind their backs and cursed them to the sky. Now that they actually meet, they still have to hold them carefully.
Lin Ge and his entourage from the Hunyuan Sect were like this. With Lu Hanjiang's skill, he could clearly hear what the young men following him were secretly talking about when he was talking to Lin Ge.
"This time all the heroes from the world are gathered in Southern Shaolin, and they will definitely make sure that the great devil Huangfu never comes back!"
When the two talked about their arousal, Lin Ge clenched his fists and couldn't help but get excited. Lu Hanjiang listened noncommittally, and didn't ask until the end: "I heard that the masters of the Shaolin Temple captured Huangfu."
Yushu’s son?”
"Exactly, we will capture this little devil first, and when his father comes, we will imprison him together." Lin Ge said this with indignation. If he didn't know the details, he would have thought that he had some deep grudge against the Huangfu family.
In fact, this is not the case. The Hunyuan Sect where Lin Ge is from comes from the north, and the reputation of the Huangfu family cannot overshadow them. Similarly, they can only rely on hearsay about the good and evil of the Huangfu family.
It is not surprising that the Huangfu family would have such thoughts, but they are just following what others say.
Lu Hanjiang just asked as if unintentionally: "Aren't the masters of the Shaolin Temple compassionate? How come they started kidnapping for a living? They use their families to force each other, and aren't they afraid that others will say they are despicable?"
"this......"
Lin Ge was speechless when asked. He was not a disciple of Southern Shaolin. How could he know what those bald men were thinking? However, the behavior of the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect in front of him was really beyond his expectation.
Don't they all say that the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect are doing whatever they want and are almost in the devil's way? How come he met a chivalrous and warm-hearted Bodhisattva?
"Huh, where did these ignorant children come from? They are a bunch of sneaky people from the Xiaoyao Sect, and now there is a saint? Haha!"
"who!"
This sudden sound that sounded like thunder in their ears made Lin Ge and others feel cold in their backs. If this person had not made a sarcastic comment just now, but directly attacked them secretly, none of them would have been able to escape unscathed.
However, Lu Hanjiang had discovered a long time ago that the old man had been hanging behind them but refused to show up. At first he thought he was some weird-tempered old man, but he didn't expect that he was actually an enemy of the Xiaoyao Sect.
Lu Hanjiang stared at the direction where the fallen leaves were floating down, and said with a smile: "Senior, you have followed me all the way, hiding in places like that insect and rat. If you say you are sneaky, it is a bit more than the rumors of the despicable sect.
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"You are such a sharp-tongued boy, but I don't know if your martial arts skills are even half as good as your smooth talk."
The old man with white beard and hair flew down from the tree, with a pair of short halberds behind his back, and his muscular appearance made people sigh, this old man is really getting stronger and stronger than ever.
After he appeared, two more young men appeared on his left and right, each carrying a ring knife on their waist. Their ferocious faces were enough to make a child stop crying.
Lin Ge was nervous for a while. After he looked at the white-haired old man carefully, he asked in panic: "May I ask, is your senior Mr. Xiao from the White Horse Gang?"
"Humph, you have some knowledge." The old man raised his head, looking at people through his nostrils in an arrogant manner, which made Ringo even more awed.
The reason is very simple. Compared with the Hunyuan Clan who are still jumping around in front of their own home, the White Horse Gang is a bit of a human being. They have jumped out of the shackles of the region and are somewhat famous in the world.
The typical performance is like this now. As soon as Mr. Xiao shows up, Ringo will immediately become famous.
"Junior Hunyuan Sect Lin Ge, I have met Senior Xiao." Lin Ge did not dare to neglect, and even brought several junior brothers and sisters to come forward to greet him, and the younger ones did not dare to be presumptuous.
Xiao Laoer snorted twice, which was regarded as saying hello. He turned his eyes to Lu Hanjiang and said with an unkind expression: "Young man from the Xiaoyao Sect, tell me your name."
"Yue Lifeng." Lu Hanjiang didn't even raise his eyes, as if he was chatting with an ordinary old man. The way he looked at him as normal really aroused the anger of this old man.
Gein had such a person from the Xiaoyao sect speak to him in this way many years ago. At that time, he was still young and hated the arrogance of these sects the most. He never thought that he would be treated like this when he got old.
"I don't know, you so-called kid. It's rare that your master has never told you that in this world, you can't just lean against a big tree to enjoy the shade."
This old man has a hot temper no less than that of a young man, and his fists as big as sandbags hit him as he spoke.
But at any rate, he still wanted to save face, knowing that bullying a small person with a big one is already a public opinion. If he takes out a weapon again, he really can't wipe it off. However, with his decades of cultivation, this punch is enough to make him angry.
This guy is good-looking.
This old man is disrespectful. Lin Ge and the others kept their heads down, staring at the ground and not daring to make a sound. Without enough strength, let alone enough status, who would dare to step forward.
"Ah."
Lu Hanjiang's figure swayed, and Xiao Laoer felt as if a gust of wind was blowing by, and he couldn't even see his shadow. He was horrified, and he could no longer care about his face. When he retracted his fist, he pulled out the short halberd from his back. , turned around and faced him with a sweeping sweep.
When the short halberd arrived, Lu Hanjiang did not close his palm, and the Small Wuxiang Kung in his body immediately began to operate. His palm power suddenly became vague and uncertain, seeming real but not real.
The palm on the short halberd was empty and weak, but it was Xiao Lao'er who was holding the short halberd. The base of his arm suddenly dented, his face turned red from holding back, and he wanted to use his internal strength to fight, but when he fought, he was shocked to realize that it was Hit an egg against a stone.
With a bang, Mr. Xiao's right arm was cut off completely. He cried out in pain and held the broken arm, looking at Lu Hanjiang in shock and anger.
"Xiaoyao Sect, the power of Baihong Palm, maybe it can catch the eyes of seniors?"