Martial Arts: Junior Brother Hanyi, the Magic Sword Thousand Blades at the beginning

It looks a little dignified, and he is a good monk.

There are many little novice monks behind him.

Most of them are of false characters.

"Eminent monk Xuannan, you have come a long way, you have worked hard."

At this moment, Kang Guangling, one of the Eight Friends of Hangu, walked over, saw the monk in front of him, and greeted him with a smile.

Hearing this, XuanNan nodded and smiled at the eight friends of Hangu.

"Amitabha, Mr. Deaf-mute invites you, so there is no reason for the poor monk not to come."

Several people exchanged pleasantries.

Xuannan led his monks to find an open place to rest.

During the period, from time to time, people in the martial arts cast kind eyes on this group of people.

After all, this Shaolin Temple is the Taishan Beidou in today's martial arts.

Not long after Xuannan and others from Shaolin Temple came.

There was another burst of commotion outside the valley, different from the previous Sanskrit chanting, this time it was the sound of beating gongs and drums, competing to praise.

"Old Immortal Constellation, the mana is boundless!"

"Old Immortal Constellation, the mana is boundless!"

"..."

But it was Ding Chunqiu, the head of the Xingxiu School, surrounded by a group of disciples, sitting in a sedan chair, gently shaking his feather fan, and came with a sinister smile.

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"Old Immortal Xingxiu, who is this?"

"This person is too arrogant. He claims to have boundless magic power. Does he really think that he is an extraordinary figure like a land god?"

"Boasting oneself, swaggering around..."

at that time.

Those disciples of the Xingxiu School made such a big battle, which naturally attracted many people.

Everyone looked over and found that the person who came was an old man in purple robe.

This person has a long beard and flowing silver hair, which gives people a strange feeling.

The Xiaoyao fan in his hand is even more eye-catching.

"Ding Chunqiu!"

Here.

Hearing this, Su Xinghe gritted his teeth secretly.

I was both shocked and angry!

Unexpectedly, this traitor of the Happy Faction really came.

At the same time, the eight friends of Hangu also looked at each other, and when they looked at the purple-robed old man, their faces were dark.

"Old Immortal Constellation?"

Xu Weixiong looked at Ding Chunqiu at this moment, and frowned.

For this person's name, she heard it once.

"Second princess, this person's name is Ding Chunqiu, he is from the Xingxiu Sea in the Western Regions, his cultivation seems to be at the fifth level of the Martial Dao Celestial Realm, and his kung fu is mainly insidious."

The generals of Martial Dao Tianxiang and Xu Weixiong secretly transmitted voices.

Hearing this, Xu Weixiong knew it in his heart.

Immediately, he stopped paying too much attention.

"A bunch of sycophants, really bad luck!"

"This Zhenlong Chess Club is a grand event of elegance, you old poison, what are you doing here?"

"From my point of view, your Xingxiu sect's martial arts are not very good, but your kung fu of singing praises is not weak..."

Suddenly.

Outside the valley, there was a sneer.

The next moment, an ugly-looking man came striding forward.

As soon as this word comes out.

It caused everyone in the valley to burst into laughter.

When the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect at the side heard the words, they were furious and became dissatisfied with him.

At this moment, Ding Chunqiu's face also sank.

I just felt that the big man slandered himself so much in front of the heroes of the world, which made him lose face.

Involuntarily, he felt ruthless.

With a wave of the Xiaoyao fan in his hand, he secretly fanned a multicolored poisonous mist at the big man with his true energy.

who knows.

The next moment, a young man appeared behind the big man.

This person is 27 years old.

Wearing a light yellow shirt, with a long sword hanging from his waist, he floated over, with a handsome face, unrestrained and unrestrained.

Facing Ding Chunqiu's secret sneak attack, this person slapped out a palm at will, and in an instant the raging palm wind howled out, directly defeating the colorful poisonous mist.

But in this way, some unlucky disciples of the Xingxiu Sect suffered.

He accidentally smelled some colorful poisonous mist, all of his orifices were bleeding, and he lay on the ground and howled.

After a while, it turned into a puddle of blood.

At this moment, seeing such a situation, those strong men in Deaf and Dumb Valley couldn't help being shocked, and secretly sighed that this Ding Chunqiu was really cruel and merciless, and he actually delivered such a severe poison.

"Who are you?"

"Dare to kill my Xingxiu Sect disciple?"

Looking at the young master, Ding Chunqiu's complexion changed, and he asked with some fear.

"I'm going to Gusu, Murong Fu."

"Your Excellency hurt my retainer, should I stand by and watch?"

"Let's talk about your disciples, but they were killed by your poisonous mist!"

"You old fairy, since you claim to have boundless magic power, why don't you go to rescue him?"

Hearing this, the young master cast a sideways glance at Ding Chunqiu and said indifferently.

His voice fell.

The heroes and heroes in the valley, all at this moment, their expressions changed, and they were a little excited and said:

"North Qiaofeng, Nan Murong, this person is Murong Fu who is known as "returning the other body in the same way"?"

"Isn't this person afraid of having martial arts and astronomical cultivation?"

"My younger generation in the Song Dynasty, the top three seats, I guess there must be a seat for Nan Murong..."

"..."

at that time.

After learning that the young master's identity was Gusu Murong Fu.

Many descendants of aristocratic families and heirs of the great faction present glanced at the latter without leaving a trace.

North Qiaofeng, South Murong, such two peaks, can be described as thunderous in the Song Dynasty.

It is no exaggeration to say that these two people will definitely be promoted to the realm of land gods in the future!

At this moment, even Xu Weixiong raised his clean side face and looked curiously at the young master not far away.

As if aware of Xu Weixiong's gaze, Murong Fu smiled at him modestly, very politely.

Murong Fu naturally knew about Xu Weixiong's identity.

She is the daughter of King Rentu of Beiliang.

And that Rentu Xu Xiao, who is in charge of 300 million Snow Dragon Riders, is famous in Xuantian Continent!

If he could win Xu Weixiong's favor, he might be able to fall into Rentu's eyes.

By then, there is hope for him to recover Dayan!

"Huh? Who is that girl next to Murong Fu?"

"This kind of beauty is not inferior to Xu Weixiong. Could it be that she is also a beauty on the rouge list?"

"It's so beautiful, it's probably..."

"..."

Just when everyone was looking at Murong Fu.

The girl who walked out behind him couldn't help but make everyone's eyes shine.

I saw that this woman was wearing a lotus-colored gauze shirt, with a slender figure and a graceful grip.

She looks refined, reclusive and independent.

Possesses almost perfect facial features that can be broken by blowing a bomb, exquisite and moving.

The skin is jade, standing there, like a fairy in the painting, so beautiful.