Great Dao Ji

Ke Mengfan of Qingzhou Prefecture, Shi Wanlong, the elder of the Beggar Clan, and Xiao Changfa, the sword king of the Yangtze River, had died in just thirteen days, five of the top masters of the weapons spectrum!

Countless martial arts people were shocked by this.

No expert on the Earth Ranking is a loner. Even a lone ranger like Ke Mengfan has many friends. The death of these five people caused a stir that was far more shocking than the deaths of Xue Chaoyang and others.

Especially when the perpetrator was the Holy Son of the Six Hell Demon Sect, the storm caused was even more incomparable to An Qisheng.

Feng Qingxuan, the holy son of the Six Hell Demon Sect, came to Dafeng and wanted to do what his master did back then!

This news was earth-shattering and broke the peace of the entire world.

It reminds countless martial arts people of the terrifying existence who measured the world with bare feet and weighed the entire martial arts world with his fists decades ago.

Pang Wanyang!

Decades ago, Pang Wanyang went from being an unknown junior to becoming recognized as the number one in the world. Even though many people involved remained silent, the bloody storm he once caused has been passed down.

For a time, people in the world were in a turbulent mood.

I don't know how many people visited Huangjue Temple, Ji Shen Sect, Baiyue Villa, Zhen Gang Dao, Da Longmen and other major sects, hoping to ask them to come forward to succumb to the devil.

And just as many major sects were persuaded to take action to defeat the demon.

A letter of greeting from the bitter cold land of the northwest, the highest sacred mountain in the world, was sent to various sects.

The greeting note was concise and concise, but it shocked countless people:

"Here comes the Death Disciple!"

That day on Ji Shen Mountain, sword energy soared into the sky, splitting the sky and clouds.

In the Moon Worship Villa, a red moon rises in the daytime and shines in the sky

In Huangjue Temple, the sound of Buddhas chanting sutras spread for dozens of miles, and countless believers paid homage to it.

Xiayi Gate is located in front of the Wanchuan Mountains in Zhongzhou, with the mountains at its back and the Dalong River at its door. It has excellent Feng Shui.

However, the so-called chivalrous sect is not as grand as imagined.

Not only compared with many large sects, but also compared with the residences of some small gangs, it is not as good as it is.

Apart from the fact that it occupies a large area, there really isn’t anything worthy of praise.

In front of a quaint and old courtyard by the river.

Yun Dongliu took the two little guys with him and came here covered in dust.

With his martial arts, it wouldn't take that long to return to the Chivalry Sect, but with these two little guys, his speed would inevitably slow down.

It took more than a month to reach Xiayimen.

"Brother Ninth, is this trip going well?"

The two concierges in front of the Xiayi Gate greeted Yun Dongliu with a chuckle:

"Why did you bring these two little guys with you? Are you planning to become a disciple?"

"I haven't become famous yet, how can I be qualified to accept a disciple?"

Yun Dongliu gave the horse to the porter and cursed with a smile:

"Are you sincerely interested in watching your brother laugh?"

"The other brothers don't dare to say it. It's okay for Ninth Brother to come."

The concierge seemed to have a very good relationship with Yun Dongliu, and he took the reins of the horse with a smile.

"These two little guys were entrusted by a friend of mine. My friend's martial arts are ten times better than mine. I am not qualified to teach them two."

Yun Dongliu knelt down and lovingly touched the heads of the two little guys:

"Tingting, Haohao, you stay in the Chiayi Sect for now. After the Taoist Master has finished his work, uncle will take you to find him, okay?"

The two little guys had similar backgrounds to him, and were very sensible and obedient. He also liked these two little guys quite a lot during their time together.

"Well, listen to uncle."

Jiang Tingting nodded obediently.

"Uncle, where has my master gone?"

Zhang Haohao twisted his body uncomfortably.

"Uncle doesn't know this either."

Yun Dongliu shook his head slightly.

An Qisheng's current reputation is so resounding that he is almost on an equal footing with his master at number two on the earth rankings. He doesn't know that the old Taoist master is a master far beyond him.

However, he never goes back on what he promised.

Especially since he was one of the few people who knew the inside story of that battle. He knew that the old Taoist priest had saved many people in the martial arts world, and that the name of the Blood Demon was only framed by others.

"Will master come to us?"

When her senior brother mentioned Master, Jiang Tingting immediately wanted to cry: "We are leaving. What should we do if Master doesn't know where we are?"

"No, uncle has made an appointment with your master."

Yun Dongliu wiped away the tears of the two little guys and asked one of the concierges to take the two little guys to rest.

During this journey, the two little guys' meager martial arts abilities played an extremely limited role.

I was very tired at this time.

"Brother Ninth, a big event has happened in the world in the past half month."

The porter came back after placing the horses and couldn't help but talk about what had happened in the past few days.

"I've heard about it, but I don't know what it is."

Yun Dongliu looked a little solemn.

The news about Feng Qingxuan spread very quickly, spreading throughout the entire world in almost half a month. Although he was busy on the road, he was not isolated from the world. Naturally, he had heard some news.

It's just that he took two little guys with him and they were far away, so he couldn't really inquire about it.

"The Holy Son of the Demon Sect was so skilled in martial arts that he even killed Shi Wanlong of the Beggar Clan. It is said that his body was cut into pieces with one knife, and even the intact skin and flesh could not be found."

When the concierge talked about this, he had some fear on his face.

Because of the many conflicts between the Chiayi Sect and the Beggar Clan, everyone in the Chiayi Sect naturally has a very deep understanding of the Beggar Clan.

Shi Wanlong is not only the elder of the Beggar Clan, but also the disciple of the leader of the Beggar Clan, Wang Jianglong. He has been famous for 20 to 30 years and has been in trouble with the Chivalry Sect.

The death was so tragic at this time, and they were naturally frightened when they heard about it.

Yun Dongliu sat on the ground leaning against the stone tablet, listening to the concierge telling him about the major events in the world these days.

There is no high or low in the Chivalry Sect. This concierge is of the same generation as him and controls the intelligence system of the Chivalry Sect.

"Although Shi Wanlong has a great reputation, his martial arts may not be as good as Ke Mengfan's. His death at the hands of Feng Qingxuan is not unjust."

Yun Dongliu shook his head slightly.

The Beggar Gang is one of the gangs with the longest history. Unfortunately, the Beggar Gang has always been a mixed bag. Even the Beggar Gang of this generation may not be the same as the Beggar Gang of hundreds of years ago. Although the name has been passed down.

Martial arts may not be passed down.

The current leader of the Beggar Clan, Wang Jianglong, did not learn the martial arts of the Beggar Clan, but the golden body training taught by a strange man in the mountains.

After he became the leader of the Beggar Clan, he also absorbed the strengths of hundreds of martial arts schools in the Beggar Clan, eliminating the waste and retaining the essence, and created a set of Dragon Subduing Palms.

Using the golden body to practice the Royal Envoy's Dragon Subduing Palm has just established the prestige of the Beggar Gang.

In fact, he is the only one who is the real pillar of the Beggar Clan, and the rest are mostly unworthy people.

"Having said that, Feng Qingxuan's martial arts should not be underestimated. He has already entered the top five on the newly released weapon list."

The concierge smacked his lips:

"The Demon Lord of Six Hells didn't become famous as quickly as he did."

"He will not be the second Pang Wanyang"

Just as Yun Dongliu was about to say something, his heart suddenly moved.

Turning around, he saw a group of people coming across the hundred-foot-wide Dalong River, stepping on the wind and dust.

The group of people were wearing monk's robes and bamboo hats.

He didn't stop until he reached the river. Shi Shiran stepped on the rolling river water and crossed the river on foot!

"That's"

The concierge also noticed someone coming from outside the river:

"Are they monks? Are they the monks from Huangjue Temple, or the monks from Zhuanlun Temple and Lanke?"

"May I ask where these masters are from?"

Yun Dongliu's heart moved and he shouted loudly.

At this moment, Yun Dongliu swelled its internal energy and roared like a lion, shaking the sky. The sound waves spread hundreds of feet away, and the sound of the surging river water could not be covered up.

"Master Yun is polite."

On the surface of the river, the group of people kept walking. After hearing this, they responded:

"Old monk Sande comes from Huangjue Temple."

The old monk's true energy was extremely powerful, and his simple words were louder and clearer than the sound made by Yun Dongliu's internal energy.

"It turns out to be Master Sande!"

Yun Dongliu's heart moved.

In Huangjue Temple, the senior monk is naturally Yixiu. These three virtues are only two generations lower than Yixiu. He is already the backbone of Huangjue Temple today.

Although he is unknown on the weapons spectrum, he is truly an innate master with condensed energy.

"Don't blame Master Yun for coming here uninvited."

The Baizhang River passes by in a snap.

A group of people have arrived at the shore.

The leader, a sturdy monk, took off his bamboo hat and raised his palms in front of his chest: "The young monk is here to ask to see Mr. Yun from the Chivalrous Sect."

"Ask to see my tutor"

Yun Dongliu's expression changed slightly, and he had already vaguely guessed the purpose of this group of people:

"My master has been in seclusion for a long time after fighting with the leader of the Beggar Clan. I really don't know if he has come out of seclusion."

"It doesn't matter."

While talking, a group of people gradually walked in.

Sande took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Yun Dongliu:

"This is a letter written by my abbot Sankong to Mr. Yun. I also ask Mr. Yun to hand it over to the master personally."

"A letter from Abbot Sankong?"

Yun Dongliu took the letter with both hands and couldn't help but ask: "May I ask Master Sande if this letter is related to the Holy Son of the Six Hells Demon Sect?"

"The abbot never told me, and the old monk didn't know."

Sandoku shook his head slightly.

"In that case, I would like to invite some masters to take a rest in the village."

Yun Dongliu held the letter and felt it was a little hot.

After hesitating for a moment, he ordered the concierge to entertain the few people and hurriedly entered the Chivalrous Gate.

The Xiayi Sect's residence was excavated bit by bit by Yun Haitian himself. Although the decoration was ordinary, it occupied a very large area.

The familiar road in Yundong turned around several corridors and courtyards, and stopped in front of the inner courtyard.

"teacher"

As soon as Yun Dongliu walked to the inner courtyard, he saw the door of the inner courtyard being pushed open.

A tall and burly old man with a face like a lion and a beard stepped out of the retreat.

"Teacher, Master Sande from Huangjue Temple is here."

A trace of worry appeared on Yundong Liu's face.

As the old man stepped out of the room, he smelled a strong smell of blood, which was emanating from the pores all over his body.

Obviously, his injuries have not healed yet.

The old man took the letter and opened it, frowning.

That’s all 6,000 words for today, I have to say New Year greetings in the early morning.