Infinite Heroes Seat

In Huashan's discussion of swords, Wang Chongyang won the first place in the world, but less than a day later, an unknown event happened.

After discussing the sword that day, on the mountainside of Huashan Mountain, I saw Wang Chongyang Zheng, who had just won the Nine Yin Scriptures, entangled with a young but exceptionally detached Taoist priest, followed by several young Taoist priests, both male and female.

"Brother! Brother! I just have a look, I just want to see what kind of martial arts this secret is so scrambled for, just let me see! Brother, brother..."

Wang Chongyang frowned, "Botong, how many times have I said that the fight for the Nine Yin Scriptures for my brother this time is not for the above martial arts, but for the elimination of martial arts heroes, so I am not allowed to watch this. Jiuyin Zhenjing, Botong, you don't allow it, and the same is true for you." The last sentence was addressed to the young Taoist priest behind him.

"Yes!" the people behind immediately replied respectfully.

Only the free Taoist priest is still entangled.

"Brother, I'll just take a look, can't I see it if I don't practice?"

Suddenly, Wang Chongyang's expression condensed, he held Zhou Botong, his eyes dignified and looked in one direction.

Zhou Botong looked over in a puzzled way, and saw a white-robed man and a strange monk in the pavilion on the mountainside drinking alcohol there.

The white-robed boy was handsome and talked and laughed freely, but the monk had a sad expression, drinking like poison.

Seeing Wang Chongyang and others coming down the mountain, the white-robed man suddenly stood up and seemed to come over.

The reason for saying ‘seems’ is because Zhou Botong’s eyesight didn’t even tell how the person came here, but the person appeared in front of a few people and blocked the way.

"Are you Wang Chongyang? The world's number one master?"

There was a bit of ridicule in the boy's voice.

"Yes, I am Wang Chongyang, and the world's number one master is just friends from the rivers and lakes who show love."

Wang Chongyang replied solemnly, a few wisps of sweat ooze from his unchanged face after fighting with other masters for seven days and seven nights.

"What! Brother, you won first place in Huashan Lunjian. Naturally, you are the number one master in the world. How do you say it is to show love."

Zhou Botong murmured dissatisfiedly.

"Botong!" Wang Chongyang scolded.

After hearing these words, the face of the young man on the opposite side had a stronger smile. Suddenly he leaped and slapped Wang Chongyang.

"Number one in the world,-take me a palm!"

Although there was no momentum in this palm, Wang Chongyang did not dare to be careless, and greeted him with both palms.

Then they saw the three palms facing each other, and the palm of the white robe was light and fluttering, as if there was no power. However, upon contact, an overwhelming internal force rushed in, and Wang Chongyang couldn't resist his palms. He was shaken by a palm, and then he patted his chest.

"Wow!"

Wang Chongyang stepped back abruptly, spouting blood. I only feel that the internal organs are broken.

"master!"

"Brother!"

The Taoist priests who accompanied him were all shocked.

Immediately rushed over to help Wang Chongyang, a few little Taoist priests drew their swords to Mo Wen, just watching them shaking their hands, they knew what they were thinking.

"Hand over the Nine Yin Scriptures and the formulas of innate skills, I can let your junior and your apprentices go down the mountain alive, and you can also have a year to prepare for the funeral."

"What did you say!"

Zhou Botong's eyes were red. He jumped up and wanted to do it, but was stopped by Wang Chongyang desperately.

With blood vomiting out of his mouth, Wang Chongyang silently took out two volumes of Nine Yin Scriptures from his arms and threw them to the boy in white.

The boy in white took it and flipped it quickly, eyeing across each page, and then threw it at the monk who was drinking.

"Monk, remember what you said."

"Yes! The little monk remembered it." The monk had a bitter smile on his face, and then he held up the Jiuyin Scripture and read it carefully.

On the other side, Wang Chongyang also began to be supported by several apprentices. Recite the mantra of innate skills.

Half an hour later, Wang Chongyang had finished recitation of the innate merit, and the monk had also finished reading the Jiuyin Scriptures, and returned the scriptures to the white-clothed young man.

The young man in white didn't even look at it, changed hands and threw it back to Zhou Botong.

Staring at the little monk, the boy opened his mouth and said, "Little monk, remember what you said. If I can't see the scriptures you said in my hands by then, your Shaolin Temple is more than just a Buddhist scripture pavilion. Up!"

After looking at the Huashan Mountain Road behind the few people, the young man turned and left, and disappeared after a while.

See the boy walking away. The monk's expression was even more miserable, and he slapped himself fiercely.

"Tell you to be cheap, boast that you can create martial arts even better by just looking at the Jiuyin Scripture!"

'Snapped! "It's another sound.

"I told you to talk more, what Huang Chang did for revenge, the martial arts that he cultivated is too heavy, it's your shit!"

After the fight, he cried and said with a mournful face: "This is all right, this old monster is in trouble, this time is in trouble! The martial arts comparable to the Jiuyin Scriptures, depends on how you explain it!"

Then there were a few slaps, only to make his cheeks flushed, and then he stopped, attracting the attention of the little Taoist priests.

After the fight, the monk glanced at Wang Chongyang who was surrounded by others, then sighed softly and walked over.

"What are you doing!" Immediately a little Taoist raised his sword.

However, the monk pushed with his hand and pushed aside, and then stretched out **** to place them on Wang Chongyang's meridians.

After a while, he sighed again, stood up, and said lightly.

"As the old monster said, you have a year to prepare for the funeral!"

"Really? Does the master think so? It seems that Chongyang is inevitable this time." Wang Chongyang smiled bitterly.

Then he asked again: "Master knows who the young man was just now. Wang Chongyang asked himself to be no weaker than others in his life, but I didn't expect to be beaten to death by someone in the end. At least I have to find out when I die."

The monk glanced at Wang Chongyang, and said angrily: "Youth? He is almost the same age as your grandfather! Besides the old monster of Tianshan Miaofeng Peak, who else has this kind of skill?"

"So it was him!" Wang Chongyang's eyes narrowed.

The monk glanced at Wang Chongyang pityingly, "You dare to claim to be number one in the world in front of him, it's really sad!"

After speaking, he shook his head and left, leaving only the inexplicable Zhou Botong.

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On Huashan Mountain Road, a man dressed as a scribe clutched his chest tightly, horrified and inexplicably shocked. Before today, he would never believe that anyone could defeat Wang Chongyang, who was still above him in martial arts, and he would never believe that anyone could be there. At such a long distance, just a look in his eyes made him afraid to do it.

What is the origin of this young man, the scribe lowered his head and thought, suddenly the figure of the palace lord appeared in his mind again, does that mysterious woman know something, so she stopped at the last time?

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Only a few people knew what happened on that day. Therefore, in the eyes of others, Wang Chongyang is still the highest martial artist in the world. Although he died only a year later, the four masters of'Evil East and West Poison, North and North' It was the Shenlong who saw the head and missed the end, and for a while, the martial arts calmed down again, as if nothing had happened.

In a blink of an eye, another twenty years have passed.

Zhangjiakou, Henan, this is the north-south passage, the furnishing place outside the Great Wall, densely populated, and prosperous. That day a silly-looking young man with a red horse in his hands came here. He looked around, looking at everything around him like a hillbilly, and finally tied his horse in front of a big hotel before he came to a big hotel. Go up, enter the shop and take a seat, ask for a plate of beef, two catties of noodles, and eat it. He has a wonderful appetite, but his eating habits are strange. He doesn't use chopsticks. He grabs the beef noodles and stuffs them into his mouth. He eats happily.

Suddenly, there was a noise at the entrance of the store, and the store clerk was yelling at a thin, shabby young man in ragged clothes. The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He wore a swarthy torn leather hat on his head. His hands were covered with black coals. He could not see his true colors any longer. He was holding a steamed bun in his hand, grinning, revealing The two rows of shiny white teeth were extremely disproportionate to his whole body. The eyes are dark and very smart.

A shop clerk shouted: "What are you doing? Don't you let me go?" The boy said: "Okay, just go." Just after turning around, another shop clerk shouted, "Put the steamed buns down." The young man Yiyan put down the steamed buns, but a few dark handprints were left on the white steamed buns, which could no longer be sold. One of the guys was furious and punched, and the young man dodged him short. Seeing that he was pitiful, the naive and naive young man heard a voice coming from the store when he just wanted to make a sound out of the siege.

"It's just a steamed bun, just remember it on me."

The boy and the little beggar were taken aback, and they all looked over.

In the shop, a handsome young man dressed in white robe and fur fur was sitting there. He ordered a large table of wine and food, and he decided by himself.

Seeing someone settle accounts~www.wuxiamtl.com~, the shopkeeper had no choice but to give up, and the silly boy didn't say anything when he saw it.

On the contrary, the little beggar looked at the food on the table, then looked at the bun in his hand, rolled his eyes, and suddenly said loudly: "This bun is not well done. Poor thing, just eat it for you!" He threw it to the door. A mangy puppy. The puppy pounced on it and chewed.

A shop assistant sighed, "It's a pity, it's a pity, feed the dog with the white meat buns."

The boy with a simple head and a head also felt a bit wasteful. He thought that the little beggar was hungry before grabbing steamed buns.

But the young man in white smiled when he saw it, "Since the buns are not delicious, how about a little brother come over and drink?"

The little beggar was not polite, and smiled: "Okay, I'm bored by myself, I'm looking for a companion." He said in a Jiangnan accent.

The young man smiled and did not comment. When the time came, the naive young man next to him was a little missed. His mother was from the south of the Yangtze River. Seeing that young man and the white man were talking happily, he felt a sense of loss in his heart, as if he had lost something important. The things are the same, but in the end it is a juvenile character. After a while, he put aside his work and started eating beef noodles. (To be continued...)