The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

"A tree without roots, flowers in seclusion, who will give up if you are greedy for the world of mortals? Floating things, a boat in a sea of ​​bitterness, swinging here and there is not free. There is no limit and no shore, it is difficult to moor, and it is long to swim in the danger of fish and dragons. If you are willing to look back, it is the shore, Don't wait for the storm to break the boat!"

Regardless of whether it was a fan monk, a soldier, or a big man with a beard, the movements in their hands were all because of the inexplicable appearance of the small boat, and because of the singing in the mouth of the boat head, they couldn't help but pause.

Immediately, a bit of dignified look appeared on their respective faces.

What is the origin of this person, is it an enemy or a friend?

Especially the red-clothed monk who was the leader, frowned even more.

Seeing that the overall situation is about to be settled, it is really unpleasant to have such an uninvited guest suddenly barging in front of us.

Everyone was a little wary of this inexplicably appearing small boat, but only Zhenren Zhang had a strange expression in his eyes. He threw himself into the small boat from which the singing came.

"Didn't the old Taoist do it indiscriminately when he was young? I don't know who sang it. It's really elegant!"

Zhenren Zhang shook his head, and looked in the direction where the singing came from.

After seeing the appearance of this young Taoist, Zhang Zhenren couldn't help but praise again.

It was a small canoe without sails or oars, and at the bow stood a young Taoist priest in a blue Taoist robe, with a snow-white dust whisk in his hand dancing with the wind in the river, floating out of the dust.

However, when the boat first appeared, it was still on the river a hundred meters away from everyone, the singing had just stopped, and the boat was like an arrow flying from the string, and it was almost at the side of the bearded man's boat.

Such a wonderful scene made the boatman and Zhang Wuji at the bow of the boat look at it inconceivably.

But when Zhenren Zhang saw it, his eyes could not help but froze slightly.

He knows the goods.

This is the legendary kung fu of "crossing the river with a reed", and it can only be performed with advanced internal strength.

Rowing does not need sails, oars, or waves, it is all driven by one breath, it is not a leisurely thing.

Of course Daoist Zhang can use this kind of martial arts, and if he does it with all his strength, it will be much faster than this young man.

But the person standing at the head of the small boat at this moment is only a teenager after all!

Master Zhang couldn't help being surprised, "I don't know which sect's disciples can have such a cultivation level at such a young age."

Seeing that this young Daoist seemed to be coming for the battle group where the big bearded man was, and looking at the handsome appearance of this young Daoist, it was obvious that he could not be a helper invited by Yuan Bing.

Zhenren Zhang was thinking automatically, the young Taoist who was no more than ten meters away from the boat where the bearded man was, suddenly stepped on the boat with all his strength.

Then, his figure jumped up into the air, and in an instant he was standing on the canopy of the big bearded man's boat.

With just a few swipes of the fly whisk in his palm, all the arrows shot from mid-air were stopped, shocking the audience.

Putting the fly whisk on his arm, the young Taoist in blue glanced at himself first to set his position, and after stopping the sharp arrow shot by Yuan soldiers, he suddenly threw away the oar in his hand, staggering and striding forward He ran to the bow of the boat, and knelt down to the bearded man beside the little boy who had been shot and fell to the ground earlier.

After sighing softly, he turned his head and stared at the Fanseng Yuanbing who was only a dozen meters away from him with his murderous eyes.

He said coldly, "Looking back to go ashore now, there may still be a way to survive. Don't wait until the storm breaks the boat, but it will be too late to regret."

"Under my Frost Snow Sword, I did not spare my life!"

Chapter 120 You said, your knife is fast?

Chapter 120

After Murong Bai heard the news of Zhou Ziwang's death in Hanzhong City that day, he immediately issued an order to all Kunlun disciples along the Han River to keep an eye on the waterway.

Although the Kunlun faction is weak in the Central Plains and lacks manpower.

Even if they search with all their strength, it is still difficult to find the whereabouts of Zhang Zhenren and Xiao Zhang in the vast crowd, let alone Chang Yuchun and other members of the Ming Cult who desperately protected Zhou Ziwang's bereaved son to escape.

But if it's just to find those Yuan soldiers and fan monks who are quite powerful on the river and make people jump around all the way, it's not a difficult task at all.

There are Kunlun disciples who are always watching the movements of those foreign monks and Yuan soldiers, Murong Bai chose an appropriate time to get out of the boat, and had a "chance encounter" with Zhang Zhenren, Chang Yuchun and the others, it was really easy to catch.

Singing a Taoist song made by Zhang Zhenren in the past, Murong Bai really stole the limelight.

It's a pity that Murong Bai's action was a little bit late after all, but Zhou Ziwang's son still did not escape the fate of being shot dead by an arrow. Seeing that Chang Yuchun didn't care about the poisoned arrow in his body at this moment, he just hugged him tightly. The little boy's body looked so painful that Murong Bai suddenly felt a little guilty in his heart.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the tear-filled eyes on the bow, looking at the lovely and pitiful fisherman's girl, Murong Bai couldn't help secretly rejoicing, fortunately, her body was unscathed at this time, except for the fact that she was the boatman. In addition to the grief and shock caused by the unfortunate death of his father, it is not a serious problem.

Put away the distracting thoughts in his heart, when Murong Bai raised his head again, he saw that the three red-clothed monks still didn't want to leave, and even encouraged a group of yuan soldiers to row a boat and approach him, Murong Bai Finally furious.

The killing intent in his eyes could no longer be suppressed, and with a flip of his wrist, the fly whisk that was originally held in his hand was already placed on his shoulder.

Raising his hand again, the Frost and Snow Sword tied to his back was unsheathed, and rang out.

Leng Leng Qingfeng pointed downward, Murong Bai smiled coldly, "You son of a bitch, you really don't care about life and death, do you really think I can't kill people?"

As soon as the words fell, Murong Bai jumped up from the roof of the cabin, and slashed his sword straight to the warship where the Yuan soldiers and monks were.

At this time, because Yuan soldiers rowed the warship a few more steps, the distance between the two ships could already be ignored.

Murong Bai had just jumped, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in the sky above Yuan Bing's warship.

The cold killing intent emanating from all over his body made the three headed monks even more horrified.

After looking at each other, each took out their weapons, ready to join forces to fight against the enemy!

These three fan monks are all masters raised by the imperial court, and they come from the same fan temple in Mobei.

Not only is the martial arts high and strong, but the three of them work together, and they have a tacit understanding and self-growth, complementing each other.

The leader of the monks jumped up first, and slashed at Murong Bai's chest and abdomen with two sabers.