Difficulty: I am a prince in the Black Sea

Chapter 77 The March Period Has Arrived
Also Shishuige, the cold moon lake light, the breeze gently blows the lake to make faint ripples, the two brothers sit facing each other, two jugs of good wine, and a few dishes of side dishes.

"Everything is complete, and we can finally proceed to the next step."

"In the next step, for the various sects in the Southern Martial Forest, you can take small favors to get big profits, and you must not be reckless and violent like the six evil dragons."

"Brother, don't worry, Xuanli understands."

Above Jitian Peak, Yin Moxiao revealed his true identity, which brought the much-anticipated March disaster case to a temporary halt. Ji Wuzong, Zigong Tonglin, and Fa Yunzi were escorted to the Famen by Yin Moxiao , accepting imprisonment and redemption, while Qian Liuying was taken back to the Dharma sect by Yin Moxiao and accepted as a personal disciple.

Originally, Xuan Bin wanted to kill the grass and roots, but Yin Moxiao was too good at doing things, and it was really not worthwhile to deal with two people who would not have too much risk in the future at the risk of offending the Godfather.

So Xuan Bin chose to let it go temporarily, and waited for the future to see if Fa Yunzi and Qian Liuying would bump into him without fear of death.

And the reputation that this case brought to Xuan Bin and even the entire Huanshishui Pavilion can be described as a huge blessing. Originally, Huanshui Pavilion relied on its collection of books and its unique system to establish a considerable influence in Nanwulin.

After the March catastrophe, many sects in the Southern Martial Arts were destroyed. Even if there were any sects that survived by chance, their vitality was seriously injured. Not far behind.

Here, Xuan Bin had to once again thank the six misfortunes Canglong who had been served by one dragon in his heart.

If it wasn't for him this time, Xuan Bin wanted to rectify the Southern Martial Arts and reshape the rules, and I don't know how much effort it would take.

"Then I will leave the follow-up to you. I will take Ruoye Zhiqiu to Aofeng's battle agreement in a few days."

The March battle that was agreed with Lengshuang City that day is approaching in a blink of an eye. Ruoye Zhiqiu has also recovered from his injuries, and he sharpens his sword eagerly to find the shame of Lengshuang City Yixue's defeat in the past.

"Is it Cold Frost City?" Xuanli frowned slightly, "From what my elder brother said, it seems that this person has a very close relationship with the creator of Aofeng Thirteen Peaks. If my elder brother wants to kill this person, will he..."

"It's just that there is some relationship between the ancestors. I think the sword weaver can understand the fair appointment." Xuan Bin said, "And the person who will actually deal with it has already been found."

After all, it was not easy to go to Dongwulin after all the hard work.

Leng Yan is a good girl, and Xuan Bin has to bear the favor of Leng Yan forging Xuan Tong's sword, and therefore, even if he pays a considerable price, Xuan Bin must ensure that there is no such pest as Lengshuang City around Leng Yan.

As for Leng Zui, it's fine if he is willing to guard the gate at Aofeng with peace of mind. If he wants to avenge Lengshuang City, Xuan Bin doesn't mind burying his father and son together.

He has always had a good impression and patience with the common people and people with justice in their hearts, but he has no good feelings for people like Leng Zui, who are called pure and honest, but actually have no roots in their minds...

Xuanli heard the words and said: "Brother's words are correct, but he has no sympathy at all. I received a letter from the fourth brother earlier, mentioning that the relationship between the elder brother and the caster seems to be unusual."

"Friends and confidants are naturally an unusual relationship, and it is precisely because of this that we have to deal with the scourge around our friends so as not to hurt her."

Now that the six misfortunes of the Canglong can be mobilized, what's the difficulty of mobilizing another Lengshuang City.

"Ha, well, then I wish the eldest brother a smooth trip."

"Ha, you should wish Zhiqiu a successful start."

The two brothers looked at each other and smiled.

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On the thirteen peaks of Aofeng, the wind and snow were as usual, and the sky fire was inside, and she let out a cold sigh.

"In the blink of an eye, the period of three months has come, and it's time for Cold Frost City to confront that swordsman."

"Yes." Xuan Tong replied.

Because of her physique, Leng Yan's range of activities is limited to Aofeng, even among the few peaks above Aofeng. If she goes to a lower mountain, she will feel uncomfortable.

And the arena is located under Aofeng, so it is impossible for Leng Yan to go to watch it in person.

Leng Yan felt that this was intentional by Xuan Bin, who chose the venue for the competition to be under Aofeng.

"Can you let my son Bin spare Lengshuangcheng once?" She is an extremely smart woman, so she naturally knows Xuan Bin's temperament, no matter what the outcome of the duel under the proud peak, Xuan Bin will not let Lengshuangcheng leave alive .

"I can't stop what my elder brother wants to do, not to mention, that person is also my target." Xuantong said, "There are too many ghostly schemes hidden in his heart, it's not real. The swordsman is a threat to you, and the eldest brother will definitely not allow his existence."

"Alas..." Hearing this, Leng Yan could only sigh.

She has lived in Aofeng for many years, so she doesn't know what kind of heart is Lengzui and Lengshuangcheng, but the kindness of the past is vivid in her memory, and she can't bear it.

"Everything has been determined in the dark, whether it is fate or luck, even if he does it, it will be difficult to change it."

"what?"

Hearing the inexplicable words, Xuantong was puzzled for a moment, but Leng Yan just shook his head and didn't say much.

The artifact of the sky is my destiny, so why should you...

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The time of March is up, the sword is life and death. In the past, on the eleven peaks of Aofeng, one move was defeated. Today, he makes a comeback, vowing to wash away this humiliation with blood.

With the Wuji sword on his back, Lengshuangcheng still has an arrogant posture. Even under the proud peak, his arrogant posture is still not reduced by half.

And on the side, seeing the two of them again, they were Xiao Zhenyue and Xiao Wuren, father and son who had returned to rebuild the Shenshe Tianhuang.

The ancestors of the Leng family and the Xiao family are old, and Lengshuangcheng and Xiao Zhenyue have been friends for many years. In order to deal with this martial arts showdown, Lengshuangcheng is not completely unprepared.

Although he is quite confident in his own strength, Lengshuangcheng still expected that Xuan Bin might turn his face and deny him, and invited his friend Xiao Zhenyue in a letter in advance as a witness.

And Xiao Zhenyue was also invited to mediate the relationship between Lengshuangcheng and Xuan Bin.

"My friend, after the battle, even if you win, please show mercy." Xiao Zhenyue stroked his long beard lightly and said, "The Pavilion Master is a person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, and I may be able to mediate the conflict between you. "

Lengshuangcheng said: "A sword has no eyes on the battlefield, so I can only say, try my best."

"Ha, why should you be merciful?" With a chuckle, he saw a person approaching lightly holding a climbing stick.

When seeing Xiao Zhenyue and his son, Xuan Bin was also surprised, but then there was only a sneer hidden in his heart. If Lengshuangcheng thought that Xiao Zhenyue and his son could save him, it would be naive.

"Brother." At the same time, Xuan Tong came down from the proud peak and came to Xuan Bin's side.

"Okay, just wait and see."

The words fell, but I heard the frivolous poem, which was passed from far away and near.

"The fallen leaves depend on each other like drunk, so it's okay to be down and out; whoever sings loudly in the long years will win the willow madness."

I saw a sassy figure, stepping forward step by step, Ruoye Zhiqiu had clear eyes, pressed Liu Kuang with his hand, and was full of fighting spirit.

"Ha, come on!"

A sword pierced into the ground with a clang, and Lengshuangcheng jumped onto the battlefield.

"Please."

　It's almost done, when the fight here is over, Xuantong's sword will be born, and the chapter of Nanwulin will come to an end
　　
　
(End of this chapter)