small rivers and lakes

The body of the streamer and star-coloured sword is covered with star points, and it strikes from the outside, shining brightly.

"Tsk, it's your acquaintance again, why is there him everywhere!" Zhong Yi muttered angrily, and went up to meet him with three feet of water in his hand.

His sword was mighty, like surging waves. It didn't take thirty moves before he made a feint and kicked Chang Zixuan on the shoulder.

Chang Zixuan took a few steps back in embarrassment, fell to the ground, and was about to get up to fight back, when suddenly a long sword as clear as autumn water touched his neck.

"If you practice for another ten years, you will still be defeated by me." Zhong Yi waved the tip of the sword maliciously, drawing a bloody mark of more than an inch on his chin, and shouted, "Oh, my hands are shaking..."

Chang Zixuan blushed immediately, as if he had been humiliated.

"You are too deceitful!" Accompanied by a clear voice from the crowd, a young man in gold strode forward. The lights in the stone room were flickering, reflecting a red coral on his golden forehead.

Zhong Yi slowly retracted his sword back to its sheath, squinted at the past, and said with a smile: "Even the young lord has come, it's a bit of a disappointment, but I don't know what the two young lords are going to do when they are fighting so openly?"

Anji said loudly: "I'm asking you, are the people around you happy and worry-free?"

The smile on Zhong Yi's face gradually faded, and a murderous intent flashed in his phoenix eyes, and he said with a half-smile, "Yes or no, haven't you already made a judgment? I really want to know, what is Mingri Pavilion and Tianxiameng... How can I guess that the people around me are Le Wuyou, could it be you who bought Wanguifen to come to the inn to assassinate us last night?"

Anji was stunned for a moment, then asked blankly, "What is the Tomb of Ten Thousand Ghosts?"

Chang Zixuan had already noticed the ghost owl curled up in the corner of the stone room, and asked suspiciously: "Why is the evil spirit of Wangui Tomb involved?"

"Haha," Zhong Yi laughed out loud. When he saw Chang Zixuan and An Ji barging in, he already guessed that it was An Guangsha and Chang Fengjun who bought the Wangui Tomb, but he didn't expect that they didn't tell them. The sons shook their heads and mocked, "I have always looked down on you two trash, but I have to envy you for having two good fathers."

"What are you talking about?" Anji asked in shock, "Bastard Zhong Yi, who is a waste, how dare you talk to Ben Shao like that?"

Zhong Yi said: "Why can't I talk to you like this?"

"I am the leader of the Young Alliance!" Anji said angrily, "The leader of your little family is still far away in Jiangcheng..."

"Huh," Zhong Yi was startled, "Le Wuyou and I broke into the Jiange Pavilion, destroyed the ten generals in the town pavilion, and wounded the Executioner Sword Master, yet they haven't been cleared out by the Tianxia League?"

"...you have done so many wrong things?" Anji was taken aback. He was speechless for a moment. After a while, he suddenly pointed his finger at the tip of his nose, his face full of anxiety and anger, and he lowered his voice, "Bastard Zhongyi!" , are you crazy? This is a serious crime that will lead to beheaded!"

Zhong Yi had a pleasant smile: "It's too windy to be on the chopping stage, I don't really want to go up."

Chang Zixuan clenched Liuguang Xingcai tightly, turned his sword slightly, and said coldly: "It's up to you whether you can go up or not."

"Cousin!" Anji pressed his hand holding the sword, and said anxiously, "Zhong Yi is not a villain! He... Although he has a full stomach, he has never done anything to harm the martial arts!"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Le Wuyou looked at Zhong Yi with admiration, and said coolly, "I didn't expect Hall Master Zhong to be favored by the young leader."

Zhong Yi immediately lowered his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Don't be jealous, Ah You, this brat surnamed An is still young and immature, he looks very boring at first glance..."

Anji was startled, and when he realized the meaning of these words, he immediately flew into a rage: "What nonsense are you talking about? You...you dare to belittle this young master? You are a disciple who kills a thousand swords!"

"Listen, this scolding is very childish."

Le Wuyou squinted at him, deliberately mocking him, and was about to speak when suddenly a gust of sword wind hit him.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Zhong Yi raised his hand, and blocked Liu Guang Xingcai's attack with his folding fan, and said coldly, "Young Master Chang is getting more aggressive, and he can even do such lowly things as a sneak attack."

"There is no murderous intent on his sword." Le Wuyou suddenly explained.

"Who said no? I can't wait to cut you into pieces." Chang Zixuan said coldly, pointing the tip of the sword at Le Wuyou's nose, a trace of resentment streaked across his face, and said in a deep voice, "You and him...you... ..."

Zhong Yi said angrily: "Take the sword away!"

Chang Zixuan ignored him, stared at Le Wuyou's eyes, and said two words in a very low voice: "...broken sleeve?"

Le Wuyou didn't admit it, nor denied it, just hugged Zhihuang and said lazily, "Is it up to you?"

Chang Zixuan's face suddenly became gloomy and ugly.

"What are you talking about?" Anji glanced blankly among the three of them. Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, and said a little awkwardly, "The bastard likes to laugh at me. It's not the first day. Cousin, what are you doing?" Are you so angry?"

Chang Zixuan turned a deaf ear to him, and suddenly took a step forward. After ten years, he is now of great stature, and he is no longer the young man who wanted to look up to Le Wuyou. He held a sword in his right hand, and grabbed Le Wuyou's lapel with his left hand, gnashing his teeth: " Are you worthy of Aunt Le's upbringing?"

Three feet of water came out of the scabbard, "Chang Zixuan!"

Le Wuyou stopped him, raised her head slightly, looked straight into Chang Zixuan's eyes expressionlessly, and said flatly: "Mother died at the hands of Ming Rige, you are more qualified than anyone else to mention her."

Chang Zixuan was suddenly stung, and let go of him with trembling fingers, the brilliance in his eyes was instantly extinguished, dark as a black hole, his thin lips were tightly closed, and he said nothing.

Anji frowned and looked at him, eyes full of bewilderment, turned to look at Le Wuyou, rolled his eyes and looked at him quietly, and said with a straight face: "Ahem, this young master was ordered to come to arrest Le Wuyou, the remnant of the Devil Valley. Worry, please kill him quickly, don't hold back stubbornly, that... if Hall Master Zhong tries to stop you, you should be punished as the same crime."

"Hahaha," Le Wuyou laughed loudly, shook his right hand, Zhihuang uttered a clear cry, and said loudly, "You want to catch me? It's not that easy."

"There are so many of us, how dare you resist?" Anji was taken aback. He grabbed the hilt of his sword and was about to draw it when he suddenly realized that his saber was broken. He let go of the hilt awkwardly and waved his hand. , shouted, "Take him down quickly!"

Those who followed the two young lords were all young heroes, who were just at the age of longing for success and becoming famous. As soon as they gave an order, they immediately swarmed up, and eighteen kinds of weapons struck from all directions.

Le Wuyou and Zhong Yi looked at each other, the sword light soared, and they joined forces to kill outside.

In an instant, there was a loud killing sound in the cramped stone room.

Le Wuyou's sword qi arrived, the snow was tormenting the wind, Zhong Yi's sword was like a tide, the waves were turbulent, the two swords complemented each other, he forced a bloody path out of the siege, and rushed out of the stone room.

The outside of the mountain suddenly opened up, and the glare of the sun came down. Zhong Yi closed his eyes subconsciously, but suddenly he heard a gust of wind in his ears. He opened his eyes and saw arrows raining down.

"careful!"

Zhong Yi raised his hand and threw the folding fan, swirled it quickly, and knocked down the arrows around Le Wuyou, but he showed his flaws completely, and was about to be shot into a hedgehog.

Suddenly, a wave of air swept over, brazenly rebounding the rain of arrows.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Zhong Yi looked up, and saw a thin figure like a rootless weed, floating lightly on a towering tree outside the stone room, sitting casually, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and took a sip with his head raised.

"Su Yuhen...it's Su Yuhen!" A terrified cry broke out from the crowd.

Around Anji, there were people who had witnessed Su Yuhen's flicking of his sword at the Jinling wine shop, and stripping his flesh and bones while talking and laughing. His face was full of panic.

"Su Yuhen, it really didn't take much effort." A haughty voice came from the side.

Zhong Yi turned his head to look slightly, and found that the person who led people to guard outside the stone room and ambushed them with arrows was actually Chang Fengjun, the master of tomorrow's pavilion.

At this time, he was riding on a high-spirited steed, wearing a dark blue bird and golden fur cloak, a jade belt and a golden crown, and the brilliance of green colors. He looked up at Su Yuhen on the tree, and said in a deep voice: "Devil, you Do you still remember?"

"You?" Su Yuhen glanced down drunkenly, and sneered without interest, "I never remember the unknown."

Chang Fengjun's face darkened: "After ten years, your arrogance really hasn't changed at all."

"Oh?" Su Yu said bitterly, "It seems that you met me ten years ago?"

"Not only have I seen it before?" A gloomy smile flashed across Chang Fengjun's face, "I was the one who killed your unlucky child in Zhanningtai back then."

Su Yuhen froze for a moment, slowly lowered his head to look at him, and asked, "Tomorrow Pavilion Master?"

"That's right." Chang Fengjun raised his neck arrogantly.

"I originally wanted to pick an auspicious day before going to the Pavilion of Tomorrow," Su Yuhen said, "Since we met today, then choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun and dying."

As soon as he finished speaking, the thin figure floated down from the top of the tree without a sound, the leaves didn't move, and there was no sound of wind around him. It can be seen that his lightness kung fu has reached the point where his body is like floating catkins, and he comes and goes without a trace.