Is it a pleasure to have a guest coming from afar?

Xu Fengnian was very unhappy at this time, and even had anger that could not be suppressed.

Unlike the meeting with the eunuch in the small town of Youzhou, Xu Fengnian couldn't be angry from beginning to end, and even regarded him as the gentleman in his mind.

However, this strange visitor who came up to the stairs brought Xu Fengnian an indescribable irritability after appearing at the foot of the mountain. When he reached Xu Fengnian's realm, he had some uncertainty. Therefore, Xu Fengnian could conclude that the climber was definitely not a role like Deng Tai'a who was helping him in time. The degree of danger was very likely to be no less than the sword that Qi Jiajie started from Dongyue Sword Pool, and it could even be comparable to Wang Xianzhi's single trip to Liang at that time. However, Xu Fengnian was mentally prepared in advance for the appearance of Wang Xianzhi and Qi Jiajie. The original intention of Xu Fengnian was to do his own martial arts and the fortune of the king.

But at this time, the old man who was becoming clearer in his vision was like a disaster that made him unable to hide. How could Xu Fengnian, who had originally planned to go to the north city outside the pass tomorrow, not angry?

It's like a person basking in the sun at the entrance of his own yard. No one is in the way. A passerby inexplicably lost his dustpan and peeing.

The Peach Blossom Sword God, who clearly felt Xu Fengnian's confusing mood, frowned and said, "Are you planning to surrender without a fight?"

Xu Fengnian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "It's good if you're angry, just beat me to death!"

Deng Taia gently pressed the Taia sword on his waist, and instantly filled his sleeves with sword energy, and said in a more intense tone: "That person should not be underestimated. Even after Cao Changqing turned to domineering, it would be like this! If you still want to respond to the enemy with this state of mind, go cool down!"

Xu Fengnian's face turned pale, closed her eyes, pressed against the hilt of the knife, and her undulating mood finally stabilized.

There are more than a hundred stone steps apart, and both sides will meet.

The slumped Confucian scholar stopped, rubbed the young man Gou Youfang's head, and asked with a smile: "That uncle, is the benefactor who gave you the White Wood Sword Box?"

The boy widened his eyes and found that, sure enough, the uncle who had met once stood on the top of the steps, but the uncle who had eaten wontons in Wudi City was sloppy and had no swords. He was far from being so...a master's demeanor.

An elderly Confucian scholar who exuded a decadent aura from his body to his gaseous state patted the boy's head and said softly: "Go and say hello."

The young man carrying a bamboo box smiled and walked up to the steps with brisk steps.

Deng Tai'a was at the highest point of the stairs, and the young man ran to him, and the elderly scholar stopped in place.

At this moment, the old Confucian scholar shouted three times in succession: "Tai Tai A! Tai A sword! Wu family sword tomb!"

He has a heavenly constitution in his mouth, and his words follow the law, and his words come true.

At the same time, Deng Tai'a flashed and disappeared, and there were only ripples left wherever she stood.

A strong wind suddenly shook around Xu Fengnian, and her sleeves were roaring.

The young man who watched the man who had seen his benefactor disappear was stunned on the spot. At some point, the old man had already come to him and smiled and said, "It's okay to thank him later. You can just walk around after you reach the top. There is a ridge of the Zixu Temple that once hung the sword of Lu Zu for hundreds of years. You can go and pay tribute."

The young man with a stir intent voiced his mind and continued to move forward carefully, passing by the young man with a sword, and then trotted away.

The old Confucian scholar stood there, looking up at the young vassal king, "What are you hesitating about when confronting a strong enemy? Is your Beiliang border army so timid when they met the Beimang cavalry outside Liangzhou Pass? The Beiliang Iron Cavalry is the best in the world, so it is not that your Xu family bragged for themselves, right?"

Xu Fengnian remained silent, and his body did not fall, and he flowed for eight hundred miles in an instant.

The old Confucian scholar was full of sarcasm and provocative methods, which did not disturb Xu Fengnian's mood.

It’s not that Xu Fengnian deliberately wanted to act as a defensive posture as if he was still, but that he could not capture the existence of this old man at all. It is impossible for a person to stand between heaven and earth to be silent in the true sense.

The reason why the female zither Xue Songguan was blind and able to kill people is that she was carrying the magical power of the fingering mysterious magic. She could detect the subtle ripples without looking at it. It seemed that the quiet wind chime under the eaves was silent. She could also clearly feel its shaking. A Confucian saint once explained this realm, calling it "the heart marrow is in the tiny part of the tiny." After Xu Fengnian fought with three great masters, Hong Jingyan, Tuoba Bodhisattva and Chen Zhibao, although the body and soul of the heavenly being damaged at this time was far from returning to its peak, the realm did not fall. Today, the lower part of the lower part of the understanding of the fingering mysterious realm is still second only to Deng Tai'a Xue Songguan.

It is precisely because of this that Xu Fengnian remained motionless and always held the handle of the knife without drawing it.

The old man roared and said, "If you are waiting for Tai Deng, I advise you to forget it. This Peach Blossom Sword God is now on the sword mountain of the Wu family's sword tomb... Well? He is already rushing westward with his sword, and it will take about three hours to rush back to Wudang Mountain. There is no way, Deng Tai, who is now at the peak, is now at the peak.

A swordsmanship kills people, which is the best for thousands of years, and I dare not take it lightly."

Xu Fengnian asked, "You want to consume my energy?"

The old Confucian scholar shook his head and said, "You are only half right."

Xu Fengnian's face was gloomy.

The old man said to himself: "I also want to find Li Yufu, the head of Wudang, to take over."

Xu Fengnian seemed to have made up his mind, suddenly took off the scorch on his waist, and stood with his hands on the knife, "That's as you wish, I can't find you, it doesn't mean that no one can find you!"

The old man narrowed his eyes and said, "Oh? Then I'll wait and see."

Zixu Temple on the main peak of Wudang Mountain, the statue of Zhenwu Emperor who enjoys the thousand-year-old incense in the hall is full of dust!

The statue, which was originally a dead object, came back alive. He stepped down from the throne and the hall roared.

The young man Gou Yougang walked to the square outside Zixu Palace, and then was as stupid as a wooden chicken. A majestic statue as high as three meters high hit the Taoist temple, with a thunderous momentum. Every step was thunderous. Then he ran past him, and it seemed that he was about to go down the mountain.

The boy blinked his eyes, but he couldn't come back to his senses.

Gou Youfang raised his hand and slapped himself hard. It hurts.

On the other side of the stone steps, the old man said, "It's interesting."

A series of thunder resounded throughout Wudang Mountain.

Behind Xu Fengnian, a statue of Zhenwu covered in purple gold qi jumped high, holding a huge peach wood sword, and slashed heavily at the elderly Confucian scholar under the steps.

The old man with a scrupulous collar folded his hands on his abdomen and said calmly: "A gentleman does not speak strange powers and makes people confused!"

The sword of the Zhenwu statue wearing golden armor slashed down, with a rainbow of momentum.

But when the sword was about to slash over the head of an elderly scholar, it suddenly stopped moving and stopped in the air.

Xu Fengnian finally moved. Without any delay, she was the old man with sheepskin fur.

Although it was a cold knife, it was exactly the same as Li Chungang holding a wooden horse and a cow.

Above the stone steps between the two, the thick and brilliant green sword energy flows rapidly like a river.

The old man smiled and said, "A gentleman walks straight!"

When the Confucian scholar raised his foot and took a step upward, the original statue of the static Zhenwu seemed to be free from the constraints, and the peach wood sword slashed down before the sword aura.

The old man raised his left hand and gently held the peach wood sword. At the same time, the palm of his right hand should face the two green snakes with the sword energy turbulent.

The kind of wandering in the garden is like a scholar who has been studying hard for many years in the window and writing with his pen, naturally without any stagnation.

The atmosphere of the saint!

The stooped Confucian scholar had already straightened his waist and stepped up the steps step by step, holding the statue of Zhenwu with his left hand and blocking the green snake with his right hand.

The peach wood sword in the statue of Zhenwu.

Li Chungang's majestic sword energy.

With the reflection of each other, the old man's pace of climbing up the stairs was slow, but he never stopped.

Even the old man had the spare time to speak, "I want to see how long your tone can be."

The purple aura on the body of the statue of Zhenwu Emperor shook a little, and the wooden sword, which was almost as long as a human, began to appear cracks visible to the naked eye, and countless dazzling lights burst out from between the gaps.

This statue of Zhenwu from the Zixu Temple Hall of Wudang is certainly not the human form of Emperor Zhenwu. Xu Fengnian has long given up his luck and has no connection.

But for some unknown considerations, after climbing this mountaineering, Xu Fengnian quietly condensed his energy. The young vassal king used to joke about how to place his energy after death. The answer of the Peach Blossom Sword God is certainly as casual as ever, regardless of the matter after death. But Xu Fengnian could not do that kind of open-mindedness without any worries. He needed to consider too many people and too many things. This was the case with Fan Xiaochai to find the Wood Sword Ranger, and many things that seemed unintentional.

The old Confucian scholar's vicissitudes of face shone brightly under the purple aura and sword aura, and he sneered: "King Beiliang, it seems that he is not capable of relying on your own energy alone!"

At the beginning of the magnificent sword aura, the young vassal king said in a deep voice: "Li Yufu, continue to retreat!"

The old Confucian scholar strode forward and said loudly: "Xu Xiao waved his horse to step on the six kingdoms, breaking the backbone of the Spring and Autumn Period, and so that new tombs were everywhere in the Central Plains! He died, really thought that your Xu family would not need to pay off the debt for this?!"

The endless sword aura kept exploding and shattering in the old man's palm.

The old man was also a little angry and shouted: "Xu Fengnian! Do you really think that no one in the world can kill you? Will you do whatever you want?! As long as your thought is immortal, Xie Guanying will die, there will be Dan Tai Jingjing. If Dan Tai Jingjing dies, there will still be another person!"

A purple gold date seal appeared on Xu Fengnian's eyebrows and said slowly: "A gentleman walks straight? My Iron Cavalry in Beiliang guards the border, Hutou City, Wogong City, Luanhe City, Qingcang City! All of them are only those who die from the south to the north!"

The elderly Confucian scholar pushed his right palm forward suddenly with his left wrist shaking slightly.

The entire sword aura retreated dozens of feet, and the statue of Zhenwu, which turned into powder, was thrown out a hundred feet.

Even if it is against Xu Fengnian, who is not at its peak in combat power, he can gain the upper hand from beginning to end, and the old man's unfathomable cultivation can be said to be shocking the world and inspiring ghosts and gods.

The old man finally walked to the top of the steps. In his vision, the young vassal king stood in the distance with a slight blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The old man asked with a smile: "As you fall into such a field, do you still don't want to move out the luck of the entire Beiliang to fight the enemy?"

Xu Fengnian spit out the blood stasis and replaced it with a breath of fresh air.

If the old man had not been hit by the full force of the Putaba Bodhisattva, he would have a mysterious cultivation level. Even if he could block the two-sleeved green snake with the extreme sword energy in the world, he would never be able to push the sword energy with one palm.

Xu Fengnian pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, "I really don't have much energy, but I still have a chance to keep you in Wudang Mountain."

The old man's eyes were full of pity, and he said in one sentence, "I thought you would say, 'Even if I die here, there will be a Beiliang King with the same appearance and height on Qingliang Mountain.' Why? This is the confidence to fight with me? When will the 300,000 Beiliang Iron Cavalry and the well-deserved Grandmaster of Martial Arts be so unreliable?"

Xu Fengnian held the hilt tightly.

The old man seemed not in a hurry to take action. He was worried about losing both sides or fearing that he would be burned, so he asked, "Are you not curious about who I am?"

Xu Fengnian sneered: "A dog that is lost!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "It's a hit."

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, there is purple air climbing.

It was the Zhenwu statue that was thrown down the mountain by the old scholar. Although the body of the statue was shattered, the purple air surrounding it became even stronger.

Xu Fengnian sneered: "I can only be curious why you are not in the Daodelin of Shangyin Academy and continue to pretend to be that blind old pianist."

The old scholar nodded slightly and suddenly said, "No wonder you were prepared. It turned out that Xu Weixiong revealed the secrets of heaven to you. You are really cautious enough. Originally, I took care of the woman named Yu in Shangyin Academy, and you shouldn't regard me as your enemy. Unfortunately, Dan Tai Pingjing will not help you now. No matter how much you work, everything will be gone in the end."

Xu Fengnian held a cool knife in his left hand, with a horizontal knife in front of him.

He put his right fingers together and gently wiped them on the back of the knife.
To be continued...