Wu Yao of Wuxia

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The disciples in the valley reported to Gongsun Zhiyu: “Gu master, there are two groups of people and horses outside who have come to ask for a meeting? ”

Gongsun Zhi was slightly surprised, usually it takes a long time for people outside the valley to ask for a visit, how come there are people visiting one after another today, so he asked: “Who are these people?” ”

The disciple of that rewarding thought for a moment and replied, “It was an old monk with a few secular people, and an old man with a few Taoist priests. ”

Gongsun stopped secretly saying what kind of group this is, secretly thinking that it may be that the disciples do not distinguish the reason, and it is possible to look at it wrongly, thinking that this is the Valley of Desperate Love, his own lair, not only a single person and many powerful people, but also the largest reliance on the fishing net array, no matter how many masters are difficult to turn the sky.

Gongsun Zhi ordered: “It turns out to be a guest, let them in.” ”

Yang Guo glanced at the women, knowing that Nandi Yidang and the old urchin Zhou Botong happened to arrive at this time, and it was almost this time.

After a while, a jumpy figure appeared in the hall, this person is not very tall, I am afraid that it is below the average height, but it is a crane-haired child, agile movement, not like an old man, but a naughty child.

Yang Guo was still the first time to see the old urchin Zhou Botong, only to see that Zhou Botong was not handsome, not even attractive, at most he could only be attributed to ordinary and ordinary, and there was no terrifying momentum, it seemed to be an ordinary person.

As soon as he came to the lobby, he did not say hello to Gongsun Ji, who was obviously the owner of this place sitting in the hall, and directly shouted loudly

“Who is Yang Guo here?” Stand up and fight me! And put Aunt Ying away. Zhou Botong looked around, the expression on his face looked serious, just to match his image, but how could not be serious, Yang Guo here several girls couldn’t help laughing.

“Hey, what are you laughing at, what’s so funny?” Zhou Botong heard the laughter and asked a little unhappily.

At this time, a Buddhist trumpet came, and then a kind old monk with four people from the rivers and lakes and four or five people dressed as Taoist priests also entered the hall.

No need to introduce it, Yang Guo already knows who is coming, it is a lamp known as the Southern Emperor, and he is followed by the four people of Yuqiao Cultivation, and the Wu Santong who has dealt with several times before is the cultivator next to the Southern Emperor, that is, the farmer.

Zhou Botong’s side came together with the seven sons of the Quanzhen Sect, including Sun Buji, who was robbed of the sword by Yang Guo, and Qiu Zhiji sat in the Quanzhen Sect and did not come, bringing two third-generation disciples, and Yin Zhiping, who had already become a castrate, did not appear this time.

“Uncle Junior, he is Yang Guo!” Sun Buji compulsively helped Zhou Botong identify Yang Guo.

Under Yang Guo’s hands, whether it was Sun Er alone or the entire Quanzhen Sect several times, even the senior brother could not defeat Yang Guo, and in recent times, Yang Guo became more majestic and his reputation became more and more grand, and Sun Buji had a feeling that it was difficult to match.

The appearance of the uncle Zhou Botong is the last life-saving straw that the people in the water can grasp, plus Zhou Botong, as a senior uncle, the martial arts shown in the past are unfathomable, and the people of the Quanzhen Sect hope that Zhou Botong can defeat Yang Guo, and the shame and resentment suffered by the Quanzhen Sect.

Zhou Botong jumped in front of Yang Guo at once, looked Yang Guo carefully up and down, and said in his mouth: “This kid has a clear eyebrow, and he doesn’t look like someone who did bad things.” Zhou Botong touched his chin, and his voice added in vain: “Hey, your name is Yang Guo, you took Aunt Ying away, hurry up and release Aunt Ying, and I heard that your martial arts are very good, then have a good time with me Zhou Botong.” ”

When Yang Guo was about to speak, a Buddhist trumpet sounded “Amitabha Buddha”, and Nandi came forward with a lamp and said, “Old urchin, you and I haven’t seen each other for a long time.” Today, to the blessing of the Priest Toyang, we meet again. Before starting, listen to Lao Gu’s advice, no matter whether there is a grudge in the past and the future, I hope that everyone can turn the war into a victory. ”

Zhou Botong saw a lamp coming, his face became a little twisted, his face was embarrassed, and he couldn’t wait to leave here immediately, after all, robbing people’s wives, letting a lamp bring a green hat, how to say it is also a dishonorable thing, which is also the main reason why Zhou Botong has been avoiding a lamp for so many years, and at the same time, he feels that he can’t continue to do things that are sorry for a lamp, so he didn’t go with Aunt Ying.

If it weren’t for Aunt Ying’s life threat this time, Zhou Botong said that he would not go to the appointment, before he met a lamp at the gate of the Desperate Valley, Zhou Botong also immediately used his body to break into the Desperate Valley first, in order to meet with a lamp less, as for some things under the Quanzhen Sect, they are not in the eyes of Zhou Botong, in the eyes of Zhou Botong, these masters and nephews are not productive, nor are they flattering, and they will not waste time if they can ignore it.

Yang Guo’s gaze crossed Zhou Botong and fell on a lamp, only to see that this lamp monk, height and appearance are the best choice, especially a kind eyebrow, very good and relaxed, selling compared to Zhou Botong I don’t know how many times.

Yang Guo didn’t judge the character of Yi Deng, but the martial arts he mastered were not far behind among the five absolutes, and Yi Yang Finger had cultivated to the point of pure green, which could not be compared with the rigid stupid material such as Wu Santong.

“You don’t have to worry, Aunt Ying has no value to me, I have made it clear in the letter, I ask to have a discussion with the two, I hope you can do your best, of course, there is no eye, if you can’t stop it at that time, you won’t blame others for casualties.” Yang Guo faced these two grandmaster-level figures and talked eloquently.

Gongsun Zhi sat on the upper seat, looking at Zhou Botong, Yi Deng, and others who rushed in at once, and did not put him in the eyes of the valley lord at all, Gongsun Zhi was very proud of himself, and was ignored like this, which made Gongsun Zhi particularly unhappy and uncomfortable, but whether it was Zhou Botong or Yi Deng, the momentum exuded by these two people was extraordinary, not that ordinary good hands could have, so that Gongsun Zhi did not dare to turn his face immediately, lest he kick the iron plate.

At this moment, a series of footsteps came from far and near.

Everyone’s eyes were attracted to look outside, and they saw four disciples in the valley carrying a simple palanquin, on which sat an old woman with an ugly face, like an old woman without strength to support, and with her came Huang Rong and Aunt Ying.

This old woman is Qiu Qianchi, who has suffered all the hardships in the crocodile pool, that is, Gongsun Zhi’s original wife.

Seeing Qiu Qianchi suddenly appear in front of him, Gongsun Zhi, who was deep in the city, couldn’t help but change his face, and for a while he couldn’t sit still and stood up from his seat. _

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