Out of Yuanmen

In front of the Sword Washing Villa, countless schools of three religions and nine streams gathered, almost half of the martial arts in the northwest gathered here. "Red Butcher" Zheng Honglin, "Begonia Fairy" Lin Yueqin, "Old Man Kaishan" Li Fang... Throwing a brick can kill a second- and third-rate expert.There were also three or four first-class masters, but they didn't stand in front, but stood in the crowd with their aura hidden, intending to be the oriole.

The noisy crowd waited for the gate of Xijian Villa to open.When it was almost [-]:[-], when the crowd finally couldn't bear the riot, the mahogany gate finally opened slowly.Unexpectedly, the old owner Sun Qiankun was not there, only a thin young man in linen and mourning came out holding a wooden box covered with red silk and satin.

His eyes were red and his face was pale.The crowd fell silent for a moment.

The abbot of Jialan Temple chanted a Buddhist mantra in a low voice, with a compassionate look on his face.

"My name is Sun Yuliang, and I am the grandson of the old owner. You all came from afar, and the Xijian Villa was supposed to hold a banquet to entertain you. Finally, an upright master was selected to present the sword as a gift! However, my grandfather has devoted all his efforts to forging this sword. I was backlashed by sword energy yesterday, already..."

The young man named Sun Yuliang choked up, and tremblingly lifted the piece of red silk.He slowed down, and then continued: "This sword is too overbearing. The two swordsmen in my village tried their best to stop it, and now they are dead! Grandpa's last words, Wanli Feiyuan has a spirit, and it is the one from Yaoshan. Parental control may not make it choose the master, but I need to open the sword box. Everyone, let's do it according to our abilities!"

Everyone in front of the door was shocked. They didn't expect that the old village owner actually used his life to create a sword with aura.Then came countless fiery eyes.

I saw Sun Yuliang clenching his teeth tightly, with blue veins popping out on his forehead.His body was trembling, his hands were bloodshot, and after exhausting all his efforts, he finally opened the sword box with a "click".The moment he opened it, his true energy flowed, ejecting the blood-colored long sword into the air, and the sword energy pierced the sky!

Sun Yuliang staggered back two steps, and even sprayed blood, staining his white clothes red.His body was limp on the ground, lifeless.However, no one paid attention to him at this moment, all the people had already stood up and fought in a ball to fight for the peerless sword!

Only the abbot of Jialan Temple and the two unknown Taoists remained in place.The elderly abbot sighed and went to check on Sun Yuliang's condition.Sun Yuliang leaned against the unicorn statue in front of the door, with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, he smiled wryly, "Master, why don't you try it?"

"The poor monk came here this time just to observe the ceremony. Weapons hurt people, which has nothing to do with our Buddhist family." The old abbot chanted another Buddhist mantra, "Who ever wanted to play tricks on people... the old village owner's matter, I hope to mourn. "

"Unfortunately, people in this world, he, he, he! They all don't understand!" Sun Yuliang pointed at the martial arts masters fighting in the air, and let out a mournful cry, "Why, why——"

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head.He frowned, his face sank like water: "I didn't expect this to happen."

The young Taoist with a crown-like face picked out his ears, looked left and right, and grinned: "Master, look, that Fairy Begonia is not wearing obscene pants."

What responded to him was a heavy chestnut.The young Taoist held his forehead aggrievedly, and saw his master looking up solemnly, his eyes chasing after the Begonia fairy.

"I don't want to repair you! What are you doing staring at the beauty under the skirt of other girls!"

"Little pervert! I'm afraid she'll catch a cold, so please take care of her!"

The old abbot, who is also a monk, turned his face away silently, he really couldn't hear such foul language, and said "Amitabha".

After admiring the scenery under the skirt, the middle-aged Taoist turned his eyes away, and patted his apprentice's shoulder with his right hand: "Qing Ping, someone has to take this magic sword away. If it falls into the hands of those people, it's better to bring it back to Baifeng Temple Squeeze it up, right?"

The young Taoist rolled his eyes and pulled off the master's hand: "I want to go to you, I don't want to make trouble."

"Don't say that, you are the master's beloved apprentice. Isn't it the apprentice's duty to share the master's worries?"

The young Taoist immediately raised his eyebrows: "Last time you asked me to collect that shit Heart Sutra for you, which caused me to be chased and killed for three thousand miles! I won't do it!"

"Qingping——" the middle-aged Taoist once again embraced his shoulders, but this time he put on a threatening tone, "Are you going to do it? The three boxes of small picture books under your bed are still thinking about destroying them .”

"..."

The young Taoist bowed his head resignedly.He raised his left hand, and the wide Taoist robe puffed up without any wind, as if he was pouring out his true energy.The handsome Merry Taoist raised his head with a calm and compassionate expression: "Wanli Feiyuan, come!"

"Songshan Blood Demon" kicked away the "Red Butcher Hand" who rushed forward, and grabbed the thousand-mile flying kite in his hand.Before he could show his expression of joy, Wanli Feiyuan's sword vibrated in the next instant, forcing his true energy back! "Songshan Blood Demon" almost spat out blood, but he couldn't stop the sword from flying away——

If there was any emotion in this unruly magic sword, it would almost fall into the hands of the young Taoist with impatience and joy.

Songshan Gorefiend was about to yell at him when he suddenly felt cold all over his body.He slowly rolled his eyes and looked at the young Taoist—a middle-aged Taoist with a smile and twisting his beard stood there.This first-class magician saw his face clearly and almost fell off the roof.

Above the first-class masters, there is also the Tianzi list.Number six on the Tianzi list, Baifengguan Zhu Qianxu!

"Why did he come?" Songshan Gorefiend murmured, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.He will never forget that when he was traveling across the rivers and lakes, this Taoist waved his hand lightly, and he flew out and crashed into the wall, breaking several bones.The suffocating feeling of being oppressed by the momentum and unable to move is still his nightmare until now.

The Songshan Gorefiend fled the battle circle decisively, and fled straight away.

Everyone also reacted, watching helplessly that the treasure they were fighting for was cut in half.There are very few people like Songshan Gorefiend who recognized Zhu Qianxu at a glance. The few first-class masters realized that they had been locked by the middle-aged Taoist's energy mechanism, and they dared not act rashly.The rest of the people considered the form, and some with red eyes had already rushed towards the young Taoist priest.

The young Taoist waved his index finger: "Go!"

Wanli Feiyuan rushed out again, and cut open the belts of all the enemies in a few breaths.Those people froze on the spot, their pants fell off, revealing countless hairy legs.

"..."

The skill of controlling the sword shown by the young Taoist shocked everyone first, and then the act of cutting clothes shocked them again.The thin-skinned heroine in the crowd covered her face and screamed.

The young Taoist tutted his head and shook his head: "Except...cough, so many people don't wear obscene pants. Immoral, immoral!"

The abbot of the Jialan Temple looked solemn, and bowed to Zhu Qianxu: "Baifeng's sword control skills... dare to ask these two fellow Taoists, but Baifeng came here?"

Zhu Qianxu smiled back and said: "Master has good eyesight."

This is an admission.

As soon as the words Baifengguan came out, most people took two steps back and stopped thinking about winning the treasure.There are still some people who are not dead, and are still eager to try. The handsome young Taoist raised his eyebrows and smiled at them, his eyes full of provocation.

"Stop fighting, Baifeng Guannu's family can't be offended." A beautiful woman dressed as Miao Jiang in the crowd said, and she did not forget to wink at the young Taoist priest, "Master Xiaodao, come to Huangdian when you are free." Sit in Jiushui Village, the slave family will entertain you."

"Ms. Red Spider, don't stay here anymore!" A burly man looked at her with disgust and said, "You don't even look at your appearance?"

The Red Spider Lady laughed cleverly, and two red spiders crawled up her sleeves onto her pair of soft clothes: "Zhenjiang Dao, you probably want to try the slave's method again?"

The two of them were at war with each other, which dispelled the solemn atmosphere in front of the villa, and some people left one after another.Soon there were less than 20 people left in front of the villa.The young Taoist took back Wanli Feiyuan and said with a smile: "Who else wants to try my Taoism?"

A grey-robed old man with a dignified face said: "I am Li Fang from the Kaishan faction, and I would like to compete with the Taoist priest."

The young Taoist looked disgusted: "Old man Kaishan? You are older than my grandfather, are you ashamed to bully me? Why don't you call your beautiful granddaughter over here."

When he stabbed like this, the gray-robed old man's face turned red immediately, and just as he was about to attack, he felt a wave of energy locking himself.He looked vigilantly, and it was the ordinary-looking middle-aged Taoist.

Zhu Qianxu still said with a simple and honest smile: "Senior Li Fang, right? My apprentice doesn't care too much about what to do. It's better to ask Pindao to fight against your old man."

The young Taoist gave a "wow" and made a face at Li Fang: "You are finished, the sixth man under heaven is going to beat you."

Zhu Qianxu kicked him: "Are you my apprentice, don't always mention the sixth line, okay?"

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