Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Lost? !

He wiped the corner of his mouth with his backhand and looked down at the scarlet red in his palm.

Yang Fang's expression was full of disbelief.

Since I came down from the mountain, I have competed with others dozens of times and almost never lost.

Even when he was in the hands of the master of the Golden Knife Sect, he managed to withstand more than thirty moves. In the end, he relied on his youth and strength to win, forcefully dragging the opponent into the water and narrowly winning two moves.

But today.

He didn't even touch Kunlun's clothes before he was knocked off his horse.

For him, who had always been proud, it was really unacceptable.

"Come again!"

Take a deep breath.

Suppress the blood rising in your throat.

Yang Fang's wrist holding the magic whip shook.

The originally dark and deep body of the whip suddenly became shiny, and the inscribed Taoist inscriptions appeared word by word, as if ignited by the internal refining energy.

A low drink.

The disbelief in Yang Fang's eyes was completely covered by a strong fighting spirit.

"Again?"

"Is this kid crazy?!"

"This...should I stop him, or inform the shopkeeper?"

Seeing him boosting his energy and whip, he tried to charge into the formation again.

The faces of the people around him suddenly became ugly.

With their martial arts training and sharp eyesight, it is not difficult to see that Kunlun did not kill them all before, but saved a hand. Otherwise, how would he have any chance now?

However, the shopkeeper is not here at the moment.

The guys can only turn their attention to the red girl and Huamaguai.

As for Uncle Fish.

As usual, he sat in the corner, clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and slowly basked in the sun.

As if he knew nothing about the situation here.

"Knapper, look?"

Saw this scene.

Especially Kunlun's increasingly stern face, Hong girl couldn't help but feel a little worried.

This guy is also very reckless.

If enough is enough, we can still live in peace. Such persistent stalking has made him really angry, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to end if he continues to fight.

He glanced sideways at Huamaguai.

However, completely different from her worries, Huamaguai calmed down at this moment and shook her head meaningfully.

"what?"

The red girl was slightly startled.

"Honggu, don't you understand yet?"

"With the skills of the shopkeeper, do you think you can hide the big and small things inside and outside Zhuangzi from his eyes?"

Huamaguai shook his head and whispered.

Upon hearing this.

The red girl finally noticed.

He calmly raised his head and looked in the direction of Guanyun Tower.

Although there were still nearly a hundred steps between them, and there were ancient trees and tall buildings with eaves covered by brackets, she could still see the two blurry figures behind the roof window at a glance.

"Brother Chen, don't you plan to go downstairs and take a look?"

Seeing that the two were about to fight in close quarters again, Partridge Whistle couldn't help but frown slightly.

He has been in retreat for some time.

I have only met Yang Fang a few times, so I don't know much about him. I only know that he studied under Jin Abacus.

After a few meetings, Yang Fang's youthful and vigorous energy suddenly made him see the shadow of his youth.

but.

His current behavior made Partridge Whistle slightly dissatisfied.

Martial arts competition, point to point.

And not admitting defeat have two different meanings.

"Not urgent."

Chen Yulou shook his head.

Why couldn't he see the current situation?

But the reason why he didn't stop him was to use Kunlun's hand to give the boy a good beating.

Yang Fang is definitely a good player.

But he is too arrogant, domineering and arrogant.

If you give it a try, you might be able to take him under your wing.

Nowadays, there is no shortage of people on Changsheng Mountain, but there is a shortage of talents.

Wouldn't it be a pity to miss this martial arts seedling that is coming to your doorstep?

Since the death of Zhang San Lianzi, geniuses have emerged in this era, but no one can overpower the current generation.

Now there are three brothers and sisters from Kunlun, Hongnuo and Bishan, but it is not enough.

Cui Laodao, Zhang Jiuyi, Si Shen Ba Jue.

They are all top-notch players.

If they can all be brought under his command, the strength of Changsheng Mountain will definitely increase a lot.

Seeing his leisurely and unhurried look, Partridge Whistle immediately understood that he had his own opinion, so he said no more, just leaned on the railing with his hands behind his back and looked away.

brush--

Lakeside.

Yang Fang is as fast as lightning.

Almost instantly.

The talismans on the divine whip flowed, tearing the air, and headed straight for Kunlun.

Seeing this, Kunlun's last bit of patience was finally worn away. What he thought was a duel was to determine the winner or loser with one move, and then go their separate ways without getting involved.

But he didn't expect that the other party would be so unruly.

Not only did he have no intention of stopping.

On the contrary, it became more and more fierce.

From the roar of the wind above his head, he knew that Yang Fang must have used all his strength.

His eyebrows twisted.

Kunlun raised his foot and lightly kicked the tip of the euphorbia standing on the ground.

It doesn't seem like there's much effort.

But there was a sudden clang from the euphorbia.

It twisted in mid-air, like an arrow leaving the string.

"This……"

See this scene.

The old foreigner couldn't help but feel shocked.

He is good at archery, especially after getting the dragon's bow. During this period, his archery skills have improved by leaps and bounds, entering an unprecedented state.

Even after Senior Brother Partridge Post observed.

He also said with emotion that his achievements in archery have surpassed those of the previous generations of Taoist Banshan Taoists.

But at this moment...seeing Kunlun use his arms as a bow and the halberd as an arrow, for a moment, he felt a sense of enlightenment.

Can arrows still be used like this?

hum!

The euphorbia shot out of the sky.

Kunlun took one step forward, and the tall figure stood up and grabbed the handle of the halberd.

Even the euphorbia seemed unable to withstand the terrifying force in his hand. Between the head and the tail, it bent bit by bit, like a strong bow that was stretched into a full moon.

The accumulated strength in it made even the big halberd tremble.

"Bam—"

His eyes turned cold.

The euphorbia in hand was bent and bowed down.

There was only a loud bang, and the euphorbia and the iron whip collided instantly. Yang Fang felt a huge force like a collapse of the sky coming, and the pain in his wrist instantly swept through his body.

The divine whip was almost knocked out of his hand by Kunlun's halberd.

It's hard to hold on to.

But the next wave of offensive is already coming.

Kunlun didn't give him a chance to react at all.

The halberd, which weighed dozens of kilograms, was waving in his hand without any feeling of sluggishness.

Pick, stab, chop, tease.

The cold stars are dotted, the silver light is shining, and splashing water can't get in.