The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 270

"who is it?"

"Who is this?"

"Could it be that the Murong family is here?"

Everyone present felt an indescribable sense of oppression, and all looked towards the direction of Vulture Palace.

Chen Zhuo frowned, his eyes drooped, and he looked at his arms, the hairs on the back of his hands had unconsciously stood up.

The flesh is self-alarming, encountering the enemy is like burning the body.

He had forgotten how many years it had been since he had encountered such a situation.

"It's not the old ghost of the Murong family."

Chen Zhuo shook his head.

Murong Longcheng is one of heaven and man, and its aura is like floating clouds and still water, hidden thunder and thunderbolts, raging waves, but it will never be so inhuman.

Wu Yazi frowned, his heart was shaken, he looked at Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui again, the three brothers and sisters all had weird expressions, complicated and weird.

"Why does this qi mechanism feel somewhat similar to that of Master in his later years? It seems familiar, quite familiar."

Li Qiushui spoke first, hesitating a little, his eyes filled with disbelief.

When it comes to her master, if she has any great grievances, she is the last one to get started after all. The smallest child in the world is always the easiest to be favored in the eyes of her parents and elders, and she is no exception.

"Could it be... Master!"

Li Qiushui immediately set off for Misty Peak.

Wu Xingyun's expression also changed drastically, and when he mentioned "Xiaoyaozi", his eyes turned red, he was both surprised and happy.

"Could it be that Master, the old man, is still alive?"

Although the three of them are fighting each other, they all have the same feelings for "Xiaoyaozi". They are both master and father, and they are the only relatives in the world. Health gap.

Now that person is suspected to be Xiaoyaozi, the three of them are not surprised or happy.

"and many more."

Chen Zhuo stopped her.

"You Xiaoyao faction use the name of 'Xiaoyao' to practice the skills of Taoism, but this aura is so fierce that it is no small matter, and it is a bit weird."

"That's right, the poor monk also feels that this person is not a kind person."

Jiumozhi also had a solemn expression, looking at the past, there was a change in the sky on Tianshan Mountain, and the weather was frightening.

Wu Yazi no longer wanted to fight, he turned around and rushed towards "Piaomiao Peak", he did not forget to take Murong Fu with him when he arrived, he said in a deep voice: "Yes or no, you will know at first sight!"

Seeing him go away, Chen Zhuo felt a strong uneasiness in his heart for no reason, as if a crisis came from somewhere through his six senses, it turned into a chill and swept across his whole body.

But at this point in the situation, he was also curious about who the other party was, so he followed immediately.

Jiumozhi and Wu Xingyun followed closely beside him.

"Just now Li Qiushui said that the patriarch of the Xiaoyao School was different in his later years, why?" he asked.

Wu Xingyun looked complicated, shook his head and said: "I don't know, the three of us were mostly practicing in closed doors at that time, each of us was eager to win, and each had a wonderful skill, and we all wanted to compare who was better; in addition, Master often went to the Tianshan Mountains As short as a few months, as long as a few years, so there are very few opportunities to meet; moreover, as time went on, the master felt more and more strange, as if he deliberately alienated us, and finally disappeared without a trace, and his life and death were unknown."

Rarely, she lost that arrogant and domineering attitude, and said softly: "Master, the old man treats us as his own, raises us up, teaches us lessons, solves puzzles, no matter what, we have to find out today!"

Meanwhile, the other end.

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

It was dusk.

Murong Bo actually went back and forth, and beside him was a tall and straight figure wearing a red robe and a snow hat.

It looks like two people, but if you don't look closely, it's really hard for others to notice the existence of this person.

This man has long hair draped over his shoulders, silver and black, looking from a distance like gray, one step up and down, his whole body seems to melt into the wind and snow. It is in harmony with everything around it, motionless and silent, very strange.

The wide rim of the snow hat conceals the man's face, and one can only see that this man has extremely broad shoulders and unusually long arms, not very burly, but has a big frame, but he is not thin and thin, but has a strange sense of restraint .

Like a sword in a sheath, with a hidden edge.

The man said with great interest: "You mean that Wu Yazi not only came back from the martial arts world, healed his skills, but also went a step further and cultivated an immortal body? The general outline of Xiaoyao School's martial arts? It seems that Xiaoyaozi also deliberately guarded against us people back then. "

Murong Bo looked anxious, he hurriedly said: "Fu'er was caught by him, I don't know what happened."

The man pondered and said: "If he has nothing to do, that's fine, it's just ten years of skill, and it will be good to fill it up when the elixir is completed; but if he dies here, I will bloodbath the Vulture Palace and avenge him .”

It seemed that Murong Bo's mind was unsteady, the man then said coldly: "Don't forget your identity, whether he lives or dies, if he lives he will be saved, if he dies he will be abandoned, how can he disturb his mood... Those who achieve great things must not be burdened by their children's private affairs, otherwise how will you make it to the Ninth Five-Year Plan and rule the world?"

Murong Bo's face turned pale, but soon he gritted his teeth again, and when he was about to speak, his mind was shaken, he looked at "Piaomiao Peak" in astonishment, and then his eyes turned sharply, changing again and again.

The man also raised his head and let out a soft "Hey", half of his not-so-young face was exposed under the edge of the raised hat, and a pair of sharp and majestic long and narrow eyes looked at the past in the shadows.

"what happened?"

Murong Bo also felt the rising evil energy.

"It's really uncomfortable!"

The Xueli man frowned slightly, and thought about it thoughtfully. After searching through the past memories, he couldn't help pursing the corners of his mouth, and said softly: "Could it be that this person has gone mad, why is his aura so unusual? Look Something has changed on Misty Peak; it gives the impression that it is almost catching up with that old dude named Duan."

It's just that as the evil spirit on the mountain climbed higher and higher, the man's tone changed casually, his eyes shone brightly, and he asked in surprise: "Where is it sacred?"

While speaking, he raised his finger and swiped in the air, creating a huge gap in the snow curtain in front of him.

The man jumped up, grabbed Murong Bo, shot towards Misty Peak with his body like a sword.

And Misty Peak was also in chaos.

It turned out that right after they left, people from Cave 36 and Island 72 sneaked up at some point, and they were in a stalemate with the girls in the "Villion Palace", and their swords were on the verge of breaking out.

"It appears to be in a crypt."

The man was not very interested in this group of people, he kept catching that energy, and rushed into the crypt all the way as if entering no one's land.

Murong Bo was slightly behind.

Seeing him go so fast, he was about to chase after him, but suddenly there was a loud roar from the depths of the crypt, filled with shock and anger.

The voice sounded familiar, it was the man in the snow hat.

Murong Bo's expression changed slightly, but he didn't have time to react, a huge noise had already come out from the depths of the cave.

He hurriedly retreated back, covering his eyes and covering his face, before the dust wave calmed down, he saw a figure burst out from the chaos, smashing several stone pillars in succession, and finally smashed hard on the mountain wall.

The snow hat is broken.

The man suddenly revealed his true face, his face was gloomy and cold, he raised his hand, the long sword whimpered behind Murong Bo for no reason, he unsheathed himself, flew in the air like a dragon, and fell into his hand.

In the crypt, a figure slowly walked out.

Seeing the man narrow his eyes, he said in surprise:

"Are you... Xiaoyaozi?"

(End of this chapter)