Invincible at the beginning: I seek the world in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 83, people want to die

"One is the direct disciple of Shuangyue Sword Immortal, and the other is the ninth-rank sword cultivator of the Spring and Autumn Sword House. Who is it that came from West Chu this time? There is such a big battle." The old Taoist sighed.

The little chubby boy raised his head, "Master Uncle, could it be that we have too few people here?"

Xia Nanyuan said: "I don't know if another innate master from Xichu will come to Mustard Seed City."

"Probably so. The skills between the two of them are profound, but I noticed that the people on that mountain are unfathomable. It may be the visit of the Frost Moon Sword Immortal Wu Qiling." The old Taoist murmured.

The little chubby boy said: "The confrontation between the innate masters is rare in decades. All the ninth ranks of the Tianbang will probably come to watch in order to find a breakthrough."

He raised his head and asked, "Why didn't Master come?"

"Uncle, he is an old man who has been involved in good fortune, and he has already mastered the gods. How can he care about things outside of the body?" The old Taoist snorted.

The little chubby boy curled his lips, "It's because the master is too old to break the mirror."

"You boy!" The old Taoist knocked the little chubby boy on the head, "Heming Mountain raised you up and down like this, so that you can step into the innate master and revive the prestige of my school."

"Isn't my cheap uncle the innate master?"

The old Taoist suffocated, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, heaving heavily, "He doesn't count."

Hearing the movement here, there was an endless stream of people who came to watch, gathered around the shore, pointing at the two men fighting swords on the sea, or pretending to make profound comments, or wishing to be side by side with them, expressing their joy.

Xia Nanyuan's eyes twinkled with little stars, staring at the two of them fighting.

In the end, Chen Xuan'an was slightly better, breaking Huang Mengjue's sword seal with one sword, and then set off a thousand waves and smashed towards her.

Huang Meng felt that he had no choice but to retreat and landed on the beach.

"Haha, I'm still better at it. The accumulation of internal strength over the years is really useful." Chen Xuan'an said proudly.

Huang Mengjue stared at him and snorted coldly, "It won't happen in the future."

"Yes, when I surpass my master and step into the realm of the innate master, I will be as famous as Brother Jiang, and I will compete with Brother Jiang in the future. Naturally, I can't fight with juniors." Chen Xuan'an said earnestly.

"Cut..." Huang Mengjue curled her lips in disdain.

"This fairy has icy muscles and bones, and has a good temperament. I can't bear to love him. I don't know who the fairy is, and where does he live?" A person dressed as a Taoist stood behind Nantang and his party.

Several people turned around and looked at this person.

The old Taoist shrank his pupils, and said secretly: "What a powerful internal strength." He glanced at the little fat boy.

The little chubby boy rolled his eyes, and said to himself, "I wanted to go down the mountain and save the world, but I didn't expect a random person to be so much better than me. The world is going downhill."

"Who are you?" Xia Nanyuan frowned.

"The fairy willow eyebrows are tightly frowned, and there are so many styles, it really makes me feel so affectionate, I want to say it." The Taoist's words became more and more frivolous.

"Comrade, we are from Heming Mountain in the Southern Tang Dynasty. This young lady is on the same journey with us, please." The old Taoist's tone froze, he took Xia Nanyuan's arm, and quickly stepped back.

"Songtao!" The old Taoist shouted in a low voice.

The little fat boy felt something in his heart, took a step, and punched out.

Continuous profound skills, the power of Tai Chi, in a blink of an eye, feminine and soft take advantage of the situation to become strong and fierce.

The Taoist sneered, waved his big hand, and exerted his true energy with his long sleeves, like a small world, with the world hidden in the mustard seeds, and he captured the fist of the little fat boy—Song Tao.

Song Tao was stunned, "What's in the sleeves? This, this, isn't this the secret of my Heming Mountain?"

The Taoist sneered, "The untold secret? It's nothing more than a trivial skill. It's just an embroidered pillow in front of a real strong man. It's not useful."

"However, it is enough to deal with you."

The old Taoist's face was ugly, "People want Taoism?"

"It's my uncle!" Ren Yudao advocated opening his hand, and grabbed Xia Nanyuan behind the old Taoist priest.

"Presumptuous!" The old Taoist shouted lowly, released his inner strength, and roared up to the sky, like a lion coming to the world.

His eyes were like torches, staring at the Daoist of Human Desire.

"Noisy!" The Master Renyu shouted coldly, changed his target, and grabbed the old Taoist's forehead.

The old Taoist smiled and raised his head suddenly. Suddenly, the lion roared and the mountains and rivers shook.

The onlookers in all directions noticed the astonishing internal strength, and their first reaction was to run away, and then they found an excellent position and began to wait and see.

"Who is this person? So powerful." One person murmured.

"That's the Daoist of Human Desire from Beili. As for the other side, judging by the posture, it should be the Hemingshan school of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Hiss~ Encounter Road is narrow." A man in yellow laughed and watched the show.

"The Master of Human Desires is lustful by nature, and he likes to rape women from good families. He even refuses to let go of young girls of Jiji. This girl is dangerous." A white-headed old man shook his head and sighed.

He moved his extremely long crutch, wanting to help, but thinking about it carefully, it was nothing more than that.

"With the martial arts of the master of human desire, except for the innate master, it is difficult for anyone in the world to compete with him. Even if these two are ninth-rank, they can only last for a while."

"Yeah, after a long time, you will definitely lose."

There are different opinions, they are not high in martial arts, but they are eloquent, and they explain the duel between the two sides incomparably mysterious.

On the cliff, Wu Qiling looked at Jiang Wangsheng.

Jiang Wangsheng thought for a while, and said, "Let's take a look first."

Among the crowd, a bold man yelled: "With so many of us, can't we win the Taoist Master of Human Desire?"

"Yes, everyone rushed forward and executed this martial arts scum!"

"I'm Xiuyun, a person from the Southern Tang Dynasty, who learned from Donglin, and will be thirty-three this year, worthy of the sixth grade." A handsome man said loudly.

All eyes were on him.

Xiuyun said word by word: "As the saying goes, if you do many injustices, you will die. People want Taoists to do a lot of evil, and Beili Jianghu has no arrogance, and he is under the tyrant's minions."

"It's fate for us to get together today, let's make an example and kill this thief together!" Xiu Yun said righteously.

Song Tao gritted his teeth, and after hearing what the scholar said, he was overjoyed, and looked at the old Taoist priest, "We have help!"

Xiuyun put down the bookcase behind his back, drew out his long sword, gave a light chirp, and killed the Taoist Master Human Desire.

Before reaching his body, Taoist Master Renyu yelled angrily, shaking the little boy Songtao and the old Taoist priest away in front of him, and immediately showed a fierce look, and grabbed Xiuyun.

"Oops!"

Seeing this, the righteous men who followed Xiuyun felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and their bodies froze. When they reacted again, the breath of death welled up in their hearts, and they dropped their weapons and hid in the crowd.

Seeing this, Xiuyun disdainfully said: "You are alone, how can you fight against me?"

He looked back, only the beach and the sea breeze remained behind him.

Xiuyun's face froze, and then he looked at the Taoist Master of Human Desire, and his palm had already reached out.

(End of this chapter)