Reflect the world

Chapter 676 Killing Intent (Second Change)
"You can't say that. If you read it so thoroughly, wouldn't you all go to Wutai Mountain to become a monk? I think you are old and dying, and you are complaining here. If you don't want to watch the battle between the two masters, I will I'm going to have a good break with you today."

That brawny man had an astonishing capacity for alcohol. He drank bowl after bowl of fine wine, and in a short while, he drank up a jar of good wine. His eyes were still bright, and he waved to Xiaoer and said, "Come again, Xiaoer, and go to the five jars, my daughter." Red, this wine is strong."

"Okay, sir, wait a moment, come right away."

The old man looked at the thick arms of the strong man, shook his head and did not speak.

And the strong man drank the wine and talked about sex.

He chatted with a young man from the rivers and lakes who was holding a long sword next to him.

"You are also here to watch the battle."

"Who isn't?"

The young man replied impatiently, made a circle in the air with his normal hand, and said with a smile, "Look around, who is not?"

The inn, which can accommodate dozens of people, is already full of guests, each of whom is holding a sword with a knife, and his face is indifferent, full of the meaning of people from the world.

The waiter, who was sweating profusely, was not as flexible and astute as he used to be, and would huddle beside the counter of the inn unless ordered by a guest, not daring to intervene.

And farther away, the inns around Wutai Mountain are all full, and every inn is like this Jianghu figure with a knife and a sword, with an indifferent face.

This was originally a small town at the foot of Wutai Mountain. In the past, there were already a lot of more than ten inns, mainly for the convenience of pilgrims who went to burn incense on Wutai Mountain. People from the rivers and lakes.

"Hey, who do you think will win this war?"

Someone whispered excitedly, since Ba Jian Wang Chong and Demon Saber Gai Hen fought three years ago, there has never been a master-level figure in Jianghu.

For the 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 very likely to win. He looks young, but most of the top figures can rejuvenate. Maybe he is an old monster from somewhere. Didn't Shaolin have a fireworker decades ago? Did the rebellion of the monk cause the entire Shaolin to be severely injured? I heard that the fire worker Tutuo is best at the Lion Roar Kung Fu."

Someone whispered a secret from the past, which attracted the attention of a group of people around.

"I don't think that mysterious young man's winning rate is high. What he did at the foot of Kunlun is indeed shocking. He can be regarded as a top-level figure in the martial arts world. He yelled at all the people who participated in the treasure competition. Halo, this kind of ability is indeed at the level of a land fairy, but compared with the five great masters, it seems to be a bit worse."

Another middle-aged man spoke, his words were firm, he was not in a hurry, and he had a calm and calm demeanor.

"Each of the five great masters is a figure spanning a hundred years. The earliest one who made his debut began to walk in the rivers and lakes at the age of 13, and the latest one was only in his twenties. Now they are close to a hundred years old. Which one is not After hundreds of battles, are there any less legendary battles?"

"That's right, in this way, the Lion Roar King is indeed a bit inferior to them. The Overlord Sword King Chong broke the river with his sword, which made the barbarians in the extreme north sigh. Countless martial arts people are still in admiration. magical powers."

"For more than ten years, Master Yuantong of Buddhism has cultivated himself and cultivated his character. He did not walk on the rivers and lakes, but he also wrote top legends and left an indelible imprint on the rivers and lakes. Only by defeating dozens of esoteric Buddhist monks did he achieve his true Buddhist supernatural powers, and it is still a pain in the heart of esoteric Buddhism in the Western Daxue Mountain."

There was a lot of discussion around, and the young man in a Taoist robe next to Tang Xuanming listened with interest for a while, seeing that Tang Xuanming was still calm, with his eyes wide open, he turned his head and asked, "Are you not worried at all?" ? Who will win, you or him?"

Tang Xuanming drank the tea in front of him, turned his head to look at Wutai Mountain, where a terrible spiritual storm had been gathering for a day, and the holy monk was already waiting for him.

Snapped!
The teacup was gently put down, a smile bloomed on Tang Xuanming's face, his movements were still neither too fast nor too slow, and he whispered to the young man beside him, "Give me another cup of tea."

The young man poured tea respectfully, and when he looked up, the peerless young man in white clothes had disappeared.

The young man was taken aback for a moment, then elated again.

"Am I free?"

He touched his bosom, and stayed there for the Lihuang Collection. This unique book that made the whole world crazy seemed to belong to him completely.

"Should I run?"

Looking at the dense mist rising from the teacup in front of him, this thought came to the young man's heart irresistibly.

Before the idea was put into reality, the boy felt that the conversation around him suddenly quieted down, and the originally extremely lively inn suddenly became unreasonably quiet, as if he could hear the sound of the beating heart.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him. The eyes of the old man who he judged to have no martial arts cultivation were as sharp as lightning, and his withered and emaciated palms gradually turned black, like iron hooks.

With profound family heirlooms, he can clearly distinguish that it is the abnormality that will only be revealed at an extremely profound level of claw kung fu practice.

The old man is also a first-class master.

The boy who had stood up silently hunched down, forced a smile on his face, and stared blankly at the teacup in front of him.

Clang!
The sound of the sword being unsheathed makes one's scalp tingle, but it also makes the blood of all the people in the world gradually boil.

The rough and strong man didn't know when he stopped drinking, and he took out a long gun that was nearly ten feet from the seat. He stared at the young man with a grinning face, no longer as bold as before, but like a greedy beast on the grassland. hungry wolf.

"Hand over Li Huang's treasure book, and I can give you a good time."

"The son of Zhang Qingyuan from Maoshan is actually a good-for-nothing who doesn't know martial arts?"

"Hey, Lion Roar King went to Mount Wutai to find Yuantong, no one can protect you."

The air seemed to freeze.

Gollum!

Zhang Longfei reluctantly swallowed a mouthful of saliva to calm down his frantically beating heart.

The madness of the group of people in front of him made him understand that this group of people had already seen through his identity, and they were just pretending to be acting before.

"Lion Roaring King, you have to come back alive!"

He prayed in his heart, his face gradually calmed down, and he forced a smile and said: "Li Huang's book is in my arms, but he only has one copy, and there are so many people present, I'm afraid it's not easy to divide!"

The legs under the table were shaking uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)