Me and my Jianghu Tavern

He thought it was enough for 'that person' to come, but the person who came now was an even more terrifying existence.

The swordsman took off his bamboo hat, revealing that vicissitudes of face, full of stubble, and bloodshot eyes, "Didn't you say that this matter is very important, so I'm here."

The six people fell silent, obviously none of them expected that Nanshan Sword Sect would send this person.

Wuchang stretched his brows, "It's better if you come, so as not to make some mistakes."

Gu Xingzhe glanced at everyone, he didn't know much about other sects since he became a major disciple of Tieguan sect, and he had never seen the swordsman in front of him.

"Who is this?" Ancient Walker asked Shen Gongjiu beside him.

"Nangong Yixian." Shen Gongjiu replied.

"Isn't it Tu Jian?" Ancient Walker frowned.

"Tu Jian is Nangong Yixian's younger brother." Shen Gong said nine times.

But Nangong Yixian in front of him is much more powerful than Tu Jian. It can be said that even the six of them combined cannot beat Nangong Yixian alone.

The half-hidden man on the window sill trembled slightly, and murmured, "Why is this person here!"

"Jian Nantian can't stop this person." He put down the teacup in his hand, turned and left.

I can't be free now, the previous preparations were enough, but now that Nangong Yixian is here, everything has to be re-enacted.

In the attic, Nian An stood beside Zhang Ming, looking at the man carrying the sword box in the field.

"I haven't asked Jiang Hu for a long time, but I forgot who this person is." Nian An sighed.

Over the years, he has studied Buddhism and practiced Taoism. He has been practicing Buddhism and Taoism for decades, and he has completely forgotten many things and does not understand.

The Wuyue sword box was the sword pavilion he begged for a hundred years ago. The skill of controlling the sword has long been lost. It stands to reason that it will never reappear in the world. If this person really knows the skill of controlling the sword, he would like to ask it himself.

Jian Nantian took a look at this person, he had seen this person when he went to Nanshan Jiange.

At that time, Nangong Yixian didn't look like this, but at the age of fifteen or sixteen, it was a bit immature to hold a sword box, and now he is only 24 or [-], but he looks like this vicissitudes.

"Let's fight, I can go back to practice sword after beating." Nangong Yixian's hoarse voice came from the mouth.

"It's exactly what I want." The ancient traveler laughed.

"It's time to start when everyone is here." Yan Shengnan said softly.

The field fell silent.

Jian Nantian looked at the seven people in front of him, if it wasn't for Nangong Yixian, maybe he could block them, but now he doesn't have the confidence.

He didn't understand what the magic gate's purpose was after all the trouble.

beat?Still don't fight?

At this time Jian Nantian was facing this choice.

"Using the more to bully the less, is this how your magic sect behaves?"

But at this moment, a deep voice came.

A man in gray followed by a young man in brocade came from the corner of the street.

"Jiange, Hu Qianjian." Hu Qianjian said in a deep voice.

Gu Qingshan thought for a while, Hou'er cupped his hands and said with a smile: "You Xia, Gu Qingshan."

That's all he can say. Could it be possible that he is called Master Jianru?That was all in the past, and now he is at the bottom of the list.

"Isn't that Uncle Shi, there are still dogs!" Chu Hang exclaimed.

Zhang Ming on the attic saw Gu Qingshan walking into the arena, the corner of his mouth twitched suddenly, "...he's such a bad guy."

Chu Hang thought about going down again, his uncle was here, and Gu Qingshan was also there, he thought he should go down to help too.

"What are you going to do?" Zhang Ming stopped him.

"Go down and help." Chu Hang asked puzzled, could it be possible?

Zhang Ming said in embarrassment: "Think about it with your brain, are you going down to die now?"

Gu Qingshan is a bad guy, and Chu Hang is really a top iron, he dares to attack anything, he can't even display half of his strength with the cold poison in his body, and now his sword is not even a fart.

Chapter 211: A game of chess, a muddy water

Chu Hang pondered for a moment. He felt that what Zhang Ming said was right, but he was a reckless person, and sometimes he only knew how to go all out. If Zhang Ming hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed down when Uncle Wu was on the field before. .

In the final analysis, I couldn't pass the test in my heart.

Many years ago, the seven sons of the Demon Sect traveled the rivers and lakes, and now there are seven contemporary masters of the Demon Sect in Chang'an. Back then, the seven sons of the Demon Sect were hunted down by most of the rivers and lakes. None of them survived safely, and I don't know what the result is now .

Zhang Ming came here just to see and hear.

When they were persuading him in the tavern, he thought, the world is so big, he wants to see it after all.

But along the way, because he changed many things, the martial arts that were thought to be useless were still used in the end, and perhaps many people died because of him.

Although no trouble arose, it made Zhang Ming feel that he was also caught in this arena.

He's a spectator, he's always been that way.

But now, something is different.

Looking at the masters of the rivers and lakes standing in the field, they all come from different places and different sects, and they are all people who can be named in the rivers and lakes.

All of a sudden, Zhang Ming's ordinary heart became eager to move. He likes to record stories, just like reading a book, but such opportunities are even rarer.

Nian An is a very interesting monk. It was for this reason that Zhang Ming followed Nian An when he was in Jiangling. The same monk Nian An was indeed a very interesting person and did not disappoint him.

"Monk, do you think it's hard to mess around?" Zhang Ming asked suddenly.

Monk Nian'an turned his head to look at Zhang Ming, he was slightly taken aback, but said: "The shopkeeper is a person who has left the world, why do you think about this worldly thing?"

In the eyes of monk Nian'an, Zhang Ming should be a shopkeeper of a tavern, selling his own wine, knowing about Jianghu affairs, but never drinking the water from the Jianghu.

When Zhang Ming asked this question, Monk Nian'an knew that Zhang Ming wanted to taste the bowl of water in Jianghu.

Zhang Ming shook his head and replied, "I just think this river and lake might be quite interesting."

"It's just on the surface." Nian An said, looking down at the field, and said: "Shopkeeper, you see these people, everyone is so beautiful, but behind them, there is a big hand that controls everything and guides everything. where it all goes.”

"They are like chess pieces. If they are favored by the ancestors, they may be eaten by the opponent, or they may survive. They can't decide their own destiny at all."

Zhang Ming looked at the figures in the field, the peerless swordsman, the elder of Jianshan, and the wandering knight. He was silent for a moment, and asked, "Is there no exception?"

"There are no exceptions in this Jianghu, the shopkeeper must think carefully." Nian An said.

What Monk Nian'an said is not bad at all.

The rivers and lakes are a game of chess and muddy waters, and those who stir up all this are hiding in the dark. You think you are unique, but in fact you may be just a chess piece.

There are even some people who don't even have the qualifications to be pawns. These people can only drift with the tide and get lost in this arena.

.........

Gu Qingshan stood in the field, looking at the seven people in front of him.

He has never seen it before, but he has heard a lot about it. The seven representatives of the seven sects of the Demon Sect are here now.

Now, including him, there are only three people.

Gu Qingshan is waiting, Jian Nantian is also waiting, waiting for those who have not yet arrived.

The Jianghu is a matter of the Jianghu, so it is natural for the people of the Jianghu to step forward.

There was a long silence in the field, but no one made a move.

Wuchang raised his head, he didn't want to wait any longer, "Let's do it."

"boom."

As soon as the words fell, the boy with the iron rod rushed forward. He couldn't wait for a big fight.

"Zheng!"

I saw the sound of the piano, which was like a magic sound that entered the ears, captivating people's minds.

"Be careful of the sound of the zither, keep your mind." Hu Qianjian frowned slightly, he had just entered the sword heart, so naturally he was not afraid of the sound of the zither, but Gu Qingshan was not necessarily so.

When Gu Qingshan heard the sound of the piano, he clearly felt that his mind was in turmoil. The sound of the piano is really powerful.

"Be careful." Jian Nantian reminded and raised his sword.

"Zheng."

The iron rod and the long sword collided and sparked, and the blade faded out of the sword, but in the blink of an eye, the sword energy overflowed.

Ancient Walker took a few steps back, frowning slightly, if he hadn't reacted in time, he might have been injured just now.

He underestimated this swordsman, no wonder Mo Wushuang and the others were defeated by this man.

"I want to see what you are capable of." The ancient walker snorted coldly, and swung his stick again.

On the other side, another person stepped up, it was Tang Hao from the Medicine Valley, but he was cultivated in the Profound Realm, and his attainments in using poison were not low.

Gu Qingshan went up to meet him, and when he saw this person, he took out the red feather sword from his waist, without a word of nonsense, raised the sword and went up.

But seeing Tang Hao reach out and hit a throwing knife, Gu Qingshan dodged one after another, frowning.

hidden weapon!

"The people in Medicine Valley are not only good at poison." Tang Hao laughed.

Don't look at this person's words are all elegant and easy-going, but his shots are all about Gu Qingshan's life. The throwing knife is smeared with poison, and if he is not careful, he will lose his life.

The people in Medicine Valley don't have deep internal strength. Apart from poison, they are good at concealed weapons. They are extremely fast and difficult to dodge.

"Thank you for reminding me." Gu Qingshan raised his sword and rushed forward again.

In an instant, sword energy gushed out.

Tang Hao shot three throwing knives one after another, but he didn't see him using poison. Even so, with the sound of the zither, Gu Qingshan was a bit difficult to deal with. If he could find Jian Xin, he would not be afraid of the sound of the zither, but now It's a little difficult.

Hu Qianjian met Wuchang, the young master of the Tianxiahui, for this Jiange elder, it was not considered a big bully.

Wuchang didn't have a weapon in his hand, but he was empty-handed against the sword energy, and he used light kung fu, but it was extremely strange. The martial arts in the Demon Sect are generally weird. Although the people present were surprised, they quickly reacted.

Only Yan Shengnan of the Qianjin Building and Nangong Yixian of the Nanshan Sword Sect remained unmoved.

In a trance, I saw a golden-faced woman in the midair, whose body was like catkins, floating down like a nine-day girl.

"Are you coming?" Yan Shengnan raised his head slightly, looking at the person who was falling down.

With a light tiptoe, I greeted him.

The person who fell down was none other than the woman who was in the dense forest outside Jiangling City that day, the golden character killer of Feihuatai——Yaoyue.

Yaoyue saw that the woman from Qianjin Building came up to meet her, without any hesitation, she pushed out a palm, and a deep internal force gushed out.

"boom."

But he saw Yan Shengnan's palms facing him, deadlocked in mid-air.

Yaoyue was a little surprised, this little girl was able to palm her palms, she had some skills.

At the corner of the street, the person covering half of his face muttered, "The people from Feihuatai have arrived."

Come to think of it, the rest of the people are coming soon.

Chapter 212: Half-Step Sword Immortal

"This sister, it's amazing to have such internal strength at such an age." Yaoyue laughed.

Yan Shengnan said softly: "Senior is too good."

"Sister, you have to be careful, my sister won't hold back from now on."

Yaoyue's immature voice came out, and she performed her lightness kung fu, which was extremely charming. This kind of lightness kung fu was even weirder than impermanence.

Yan Shengnan greeted him again, Piao Piao in Tsing Yi looked gentle and elegant, without losing his demeanor.

The street suddenly became chaotic.

The strange martial arts of the Momen and the sword energy all over the street made a mess. The strange lightness skill, profound internal strength, and the sword energy and sword light dazzled everyone.