Da Bong fights more people

"Is it the head of the Dizong?" Xiao Yuenu frowned, making a judgment.

She subconsciously clenched her fan tightly.

The faces of Fu Jingmen and others sank at the same time. If the Dizong attacked, it must be because of the Yueshi Villa, but soon they found out that the people from the Yueshi Villa had gone to the building, annoyed, and came to take revenge on the Wulin League.

Although the Wulin League is a giant in the Jianghu, it is still very different from the three Taoist sects, unless the ancestors personally take action.

And even so, the battle of the peak powerhouse is still a catastrophe for Inu Rongshan.

At this time, Yang Cuixue said: "Leader!"

Following his gaze, Cao Qingyang, dressed in purple, jumped out of the main courtyard, landed on the ridge of the roof, and stopped in front of everyone.

"Did the old leader break through?"

"Is it an enemy attack, President Cao?"

The sect masters and sect masters stepped forward to inquire.

Cao Qingyang's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "It's not the ancestors."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, no longer taking any chances.

Cao Qingyang didn't speak any more, and quickly located the source of the storm, and took the lead to go away against the wind.

Yang Cuixue and others followed.

Soon, they left the complex and went around to the left side of the main peak, where there was a cliff.

On the cliff, a tall and straight young man stood proudly, holding a long knife in his hand, the knife aura pierced through the sky, shining like heavenly power, and a stream of air entangled around the knife aura.

"Xu Yinluo?!"

There was a sound of astonishment, and everyone in the Wulin League looked at this scene with a bit of bewilderment and astonishment.

Such a big commotion was actually caused by Xu Yinluo?

He, the knife in his hand, Cao Qingyang's eyes fell on the dark golden long knife.

"gollum"

Some people swallowed their saliva and looked at the long knife with a salivating expression, envy shining in their eyes.

Anyone can see that this is a peerless magic weapon, people in the world have the least resistance to magic weapons.

More and more people gathered and witnessed the scene of the young man standing proudly on top of the sky, soaring to the sky.

"Not an enemy attack?"

"Xu, what is Xu Yinluo doing?"

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, but no one could give them an answer.

But starting today, there will be one more rumor in the world: In the midsummer of the 37th year of Yuanjing, Xu Qi'an had an epiphany in Mount Quanrong, and was born with a vision.

After a long time, the saber energy subsided and the strong wind calmed down. At this moment, the first ray of morning light from the east shone on Xu Qi'an, illuminating his handsome profile.

On the spot, I don't know how many women were shocked.

Xu Qi'an withdrew the knife and inserted it into the scabbard. He breathed out silently, and suddenly realized his mission, and felt comfortable all over.

He swept Cao Qingyang, Yang Cuixue, and the martial arts alliance members who were watching from a distance one by one, and said loudly: "I have realized something in my heart, I have disturbed everyone, return"

Just as the voice fell, a slightly hasty call came from the back mountain: "Come here, come here"

Xu Qi'an and Cao Qingyang looked at each other, knowing that it was the voice of the old leader of the Wulin League.

The rest heard it too.

"What's that voice, who is it?" Fu Jing looked around the door knocker and shouted.

"Master Fu, don't be rude." Cao Qingyang reprimanded: "That's the old ancestor."

Hearing this, the members of the Wulin League were in an uproar and excitedly discussed.

"Old ancestor, is it the voice of the old ancestor?"

"My father said since I was a child that the ancestors lived in the back mountain, but since I was born, I have never heard the voice of the ancestors."

"The ancestors have protected the Wulin League for thousands of years."

The Wulin League has always claimed that the founder of the mountain is still alive, but people in the Jianghu have never seen that person who is the same age as the country, including the tribes of the Wulin League. Since childhood, the elders have said that the back mountain is a forbidden place, a place where the ancestors cultivated .

Passed on from generation to generation, but no one has ever really met, or even heard a voice.

"The old ancestor is calling for leader Cao, leader Cao, hurry up, don't keep the old ancestor waiting."

Seeing that Cao Qingyang was stuck in place, everyone hurriedly urged:

"Leader Cao? The ancestor called you."

"Leader Cao, hurry up."

Those two "you come", don't need to think about it, they must be calling President Cao.In the martial arts league, on Mount Quanrong, only Cao Qingyang is qualified to meet the ancestor.

Because he is the leader of the alliance and the talker of this generation.

Cao Qingyang still didn't move, and nodded towards Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an immediately walked towards the back mountain. Compared with before, he was suddenly no longer afraid of the secret of luck being exposed, but at this moment, his chest was full of clouds, and he was free and easy.

A series of gazes stared blankly at Xu Qi'an's back.

Isn't the old ancestor calling League Leader Cao?

The ancestor had been silent for hundreds of years, and it was Xu Yinluo who called out for the first time in front of everyone?

In front of the stone gate, Xu Qi'an held a saber and said respectfully: "Senior, what do you want me for?"

"Who are you? Why do you have luck?"

The old voice asked, straight to the point, without delay, with a strong martial arts style.

Just like the exchange he had with Xu Qi'an last night, the secrets of luck and the past events of history, he spoke bluntly and never kept secrets.

I still like to play with Wufu. I am in charge of Jinlian and Wei Yuan. My heart is very dirty. I am ashamed to be with them. Xu Qian sighed in his heart and said:

"I'm just paying homage to an ordinary commoner, but I do have luck in me, to be precise, it's the luck of the country."