"You can't say that. If everyone sees it so thoroughly, wouldn't they all go to Mount Wutai to become monks? I think you are just old and about to die, and you are just complaining here. If you didn't want to watch the battle between the two masters, I would
I’m going to have a good fight with you today.”
The strong man had an amazing capacity for drinking. He drank bowl after bowl, and in a short time he drank a jar of fine wine. His eyes were still bright, and he waved to the waiter and said: "Come back to the waiter, waiter, come here again, put on the five jars of my daughter."
Red, this wine is strong."
"Okay, please wait a moment, sir. I'll be here soon."
The old man looked at the strong man's thick arms, shook his head and said nothing.
While the strong man drank the wine, he became more sexually active.
He took a young man next to him who was holding a long sword and chatted with him.
"You're here to watch the fight, too."
"Who isn't?"
The young man replied slightly impatiently, made a virtual circle in the air with his ordinary hand, and said with a smile: "Look around here, who is not?"
The inn, which can accommodate dozens of people, is already full of guests. Each one of them is holding a sword and has a cold expression, full of the connotation of a person from the world.
The sweaty waiter was not as flexible and clever as before. Unless ordered by a customer, he would huddle next to the inn counter and not dare to interrupt.
Farther away, all the inns around Mount Wutai were full. Every inn was full of people with swords and indifferent expressions.
This was originally a small town at the foot of Wutai Mountain. In the past, there were more than ten inns, which were mainly for the convenience of pilgrims who went to Wutai Mountain to burn incense. But now it seemed cramped. The master-level duel attracted all the nearby people.
Jianghu people.
"Hey, who do you think will win in this war?"
Someone whispered with excitement, since the battle between Overlord Sword Wang Chong and Demon Sword Gai Hen three years ago, no grandmaster-level figure has ever fought against each other in the world.
For that supreme figure above the clouds, a group of people in the world only have admiration and curiosity in their hearts.
"If you ask me, that mysterious young man is likely to win. He has a young appearance, but most of the top figures can rejuvenate themselves. Maybe he is an old monster who came out of nowhere. There was a fireman in Shaolin decades ago.
Did the monks rebel and cause the whole Shaolin to suffer heavy losses? I heard that the Huo Gong Tutuo is best at the Lion Roar Kung Fu."
Someone whispered a secret from that year, which attracted the attention of a group of people around him.
"I think the winning rate of that mysterious young man is not high. What he did at the foot of Kunlun is truly shocking. He is considered a top-level figure in the martial arts world. He roared at all the characters participating in the treasure competition.
Wow, this kind of ability is indeed at the level of land gods, but compared to the five great masters, it seems to be a bit lower."
Another middle-aged man spoke, his words were firm and unhurried, and he had a calm and calm demeanor.
"Every one of the five great masters is a century-old figure. The earliest one started walking around the world at the age of thirteen, and the latest one was only in his twenties. They are now close to a century old. Which one
Aren’t you experienced in hundreds of battles and don’t you have too many legendary battles?”
"Yes, in this way, the Lion's Roar King is indeed inferior to them. The Sword King Chong cut off the river with his sword, which made the barbarians in the far north sigh. Countless martial arts people still admire him.
magical powers."
"Buddhist Master Yuantong has been cultivating himself for more than ten years and has not traveled around the world. However, he also wrote top legends and left an indelible mark on the world. In his heyday, he once went deep into the snowy mountains of the West alone.
Defeating dozens of holy monks of esoteric Buddhism, this is how he achieved his true Buddhist magical power. His smile is still a pain in the heart of esoteric Buddhism in the Snowy Mountains of the West."
There was a lot of discussion around, and the young man in Taoist robes beside Tang Xuanming listened with interest for a while. Seeing that Tang Xuanming still looked calm, he stared with big eyes and asked sideways: "Are you not worried at all?
?Who will win between you and him?"
Tang Xuanming drank the tea in front of him in one gulp and turned to look at Wutai Mountain. There, a terrible spiritual storm had been gathering for a day, and the holy monk was already waiting for him.
Snapped!
The tea cup was gently put down, and a smile bloomed on Tang Xuanming's face. His movements were neither fast nor slow, and he whispered to the young man beside him: "Give me another cup of tea."
The young man poured the tea respectfully, and when he looked up, the peerless young man in white clothes in front of him had disappeared.
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then he was happy again.
"Am I free?"
He touched his arms, and the Lihuang Baodian stayed there properly. This unique skill that made the whole world crazy seemed to belong to him completely.
"Should I run?"
Seeing the mist rising from the tea cup in front of him, the young man couldn't help but have this idea in his mind.
Before the idea was put into reality, the young man felt that the conversations around him suddenly quieted down, and the originally bustling inn suddenly became so quiet that it seemed that he could hear the beating of his heart.
Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him. The eyes of the old man, whom he judged to have no martial arts skills, were as sharp as lightning, and his withered and thin palms gradually turned black, like iron hooks.
With his profound family background, he could clearly tell that it was an anomaly that would only appear at an extremely advanced level of Claw Gong practice.
That old man is also a first-rate master.
The young man's body that had stood up slumped silently. He forced a smile on his face and stared blankly at the tea cup in front of him.
Clang!
The sound of the sword being unsheathed made people's scalp numb, but it also made the blood of all the people in the world gradually boil.
The rough and strong man didn't know when he stopped drinking, and took out a spear nearly one foot long from his seat. He stared at the young man with a grin on his face. He no longer had the boldness before, but was like a greedy man on the grassland.
Hungry wolf.
"Hand over the Lihuang Book and I can give you a happy life."
"Maoshan Zhang Qingyuan's son is actually a loser who doesn't know martial arts?"
"Hey, Lion Roar King has gone to Wutai Mountain to find Yuantong. No one can protect you."
The air seemed to freeze.
Gulu!
Zhang Longfei reluctantly swallowed a mouthful of saliva to calm down his wildly beating heart.
The craziness of the group of people in front of him made him understand that these people had already seen through his identity, and they were just pretending to act before.
"Lion Roar King, you have to come back alive!"
He prayed in his heart, his face gradually calmed down, and he forced a smile and said: "The Book of Lihuang is in my arms, but he only has one copy. There are so many people present, I'm afraid it's hard to separate!"
My legs under the table were shaking uncontrollably.