Daxue Mountain.

The Daxue Mountain Sect Master with snow-white hair and an old face, and Mingyue, a middle-aged Taoist wearing a blue robe, listened to the report of his subordinates with ugly expressions on their faces, with a cold light in their eyes.

"What, they're all dead?"

"A bunch of trash, so many people, they can't take down this guy named Kong!"

"Get out of here!"

The men ran out in panic.

"If I didn't have to sit in the sect and guard the sect, how could I allow this guy to be so rampant?" Mingyue said angrily, "Junior Brother Shi Xuan's death is very troublesome. We have to solve it as soon as possible."

After hearing this, the leader of the Daxue Mountain Sect turned back to Mingyue, bowed and clasped his fists, saying, "Taoist Master, this Kong Huameng is difficult to deal with. It seems I have to take action myself."

Mingyue heard the words and said happily: "With Sect Leader Huang stepping forward, isn't this newly promoted grandmaster easily captured?"

He pondered for a moment, then continued: "But the lion still has to fight the rabbit with all his strength. I asked Junior Brother Lu to accompany you, and you must bring back his head this time!"

"But Taoist Master Lu, who has reached the late stage of Qi training? Hasn't he been in seclusion?" the master of Daxue Mountain said in shock.

Mingyue nodded.

He took out a piece of white talisman paper from his arms, and the tips of his fingers overflowed with traces of green fluorescence.

Then he quickly drew a line on the talisman paper, which was obviously a hieroglyphic character that was not part of Zhao's script.

At the same time, on the mountainside behind the Snowy Mountains, in a hidden cave.

A young man sitting cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed, with a thin body and red hair, suddenly opened his eyes, and there were two faint red lights flashing through.

And from his chest, a talisman flew out directly.

It clearly showed a line of text that Mingyue had just written.

"The ignorant native is disturbing my Qing Dynasty. I must torture him to relieve the hatred in my heart!" The red-haired man surnamed Lu showed an extremely sinister look on his face.

His figure flashed and disappeared directly into the cave.

…

Zhongyuan, Pucheng.

"Uncle, please give me something to eat, anything. My sister is starving to death!"

A skinny boy whose face was stained with dust and mud, and whose whole body exuded a nauseating stench, hugged a girl with tightly closed eyes and a sallow complexion, kneeling at the door of the restaurant and begging.

"Go, go, there's no leftover food here! Leave quickly. If you block our business, be careful with sticks!"

There was a two-story restaurant with three gilt characters "Flower Viewing House" engraved on the plaque. Two big men with round waists and thick arms stood at the door, with cold faces and no sympathy at all.

Beside the carved windows of the restaurant, many people in gorgeous clothes were watching all this as usual.

"Now the world is in chaos, weapons are everywhere, and the price of food is getting higher and higher day by day. Even in Pucheng, which is far away from the war, I don't know how many people have died during this period! When I wake up every morning, I see people lying everywhere on the street.

Laying down the corpse."

"The shopkeeper of the Flower Appreciation Restaurant has learned his lesson now. He used his kindness to get some food for a beggar, but he never thought that the whole restaurant would soon be surrounded by beggars, and he almost lost all the family business.

lost."

"In this world, everyone is struggling in the water. If you reach out, you might be dragged into the water and drowned."

Everyone was drinking and laughing in the restaurant.

At this moment, their eyes ignored the beggar begging at the door and looked further away.

A middle-aged man with a stern face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a full beard was walking over there.

His clothes were shabby, his hair was disheveled, and he was carrying an ordinary iron sword. He didn't look like he belonged to a famous family.

But there is an inexplicable unique attraction about him that attracts everyone's attention.

Ding!

A small piece of broken silver appeared at the feet of the young beggar.

He looked overjoyed, picked up the silver, knelt down to the man and said, "Thank you, my benefactor!"

But his eyes soon widened because he saw a pair of extremely indifferent eyes.

It seemed as if the other party was not giving alms on purpose, but just giving away the cats, dogs, flowers and plants on the roadside casually.

boom!

The stunned boy was ruthlessly knocked away by a force.

The whole person flew two feet away and fell to the ground, his forehead stained with blood.

Because he blocked the opponent's way.

The young beggar, still clutching the silver in his hand, hurriedly got up and left with his sister.

The man then strode towards the restaurant.

The two strong men guarding the door were like a cat seeing a tiger, they had already panicked and got out of the way.

"Guest, sir, what do you want to order?" The waiter stammered, feeling as if his soul was being sucked in when he saw the other person's eyes.

"The best wine and the best meat. If you don't satisfy me, I will tear down your restaurant." The man said calmly.

He walked to a table by the window and said to the three well-dressed men who were already sitting down: "I'm interested in this position."

"You!" A young man in brocade clothes stood up angrily.

But he was hurriedly pulled away by the other two people and sat in the empty seat next to him.

"Why are you stopping me?" The young man said dissatisfiedly, "My Xu family's swordsmanship is not vegetarian!"

"My intuition tells me that if I don't pull you away, all three of us will die." Another middle-aged man with deeper cultivation said with a bitter smile.

The young man couldn't help but be shocked.

He turned around and looked over.

I saw that strange man had already picked up a wine jar, raised his head and started drinking heavily, without even noticing that a large amount of wine was spilled on his body.

"The wine is gone, come again!"

The strange man ordered ten jars of wine in a row and showed no intention of stopping.

Now the shopkeeper couldn't sit still, he trotted up to the man and said with a smile: "Sir, my daughter Hong is one of the best in Pucheng. But the price is not cheap, you see..."

"I don't have any money left." The bearded man said calmly, which made the shopkeeper's expression change drastically.

He suppressed his anger and asked, "Sir, how are you going to settle the bill?"

"Is it enough to pay for it with this restaurant?"

As soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper was startled.

Then he saw the bearded man in front of him raising the sword in his hand.

The extremely ordinary iron sword turned into countless sword lights at this moment and flew out of the restaurant, smashing everything into pieces with a bang.

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Large swaths of white ice slag that turned into powder covered an area of ​​several acres centered on the restaurant, and fell to the ground one after another.

The figure of the bearded man disappeared from the restaurant and came to the spacious street.

Opposite him, more than ten feet away, two other people appeared.

There was a man with white hair, an old face, eyes burning like flames, wearing a snow-white robe, with a huge light yellow snow lotus embroidered on his chest.

The other man looked to be in his thirties, wearing a green Taoist robe and a dark green jade hairpin on his head. His face was gloomy and his eyes were fierce.

"Kong Huameng, you can't escape!" the master of Daxue Mountain shouted.

"If you cut off your hands, I might be able to spare your life." The Taoist surnamed Lu sneered.

The onlookers in Pucheng looked shocked. They did not expect that someone as powerful as Kong Huameng would one day be hunted down.

In response, Kong Huameng's expression remained unchanged and he just raised the ordinary iron sword in his hand.

His previous strange sword, which he had forced the entire Sword Burial Valley to refine for him, had long been destroyed in the previous fierce battle.

"Stubborn." The master of Daxue Mountain shook his head and said, "You are just a lucky boy who has just made a breakthrough. Do you really think you can compete with me? When I dominated the world, the demon king had not yet become famous. The sword master didn't know where to practice his sword. You

Not born yet."

"So, you are older than the Demon Lord?" Kong Huameng frowned.

"Haha, how can ordinary people know the magical effects of the elixir of the upper world?" The master of Daxue Mountain stroked his beard and said proudly.

"I don't bother to beg for it like a dog. What I want, of course, is to grab it directly." Kong Huameng said calmly, "When I destroy Daxue Mountain, I will naturally get the elixir you talk about."

"presumptuous!"

"Be bold!"

The master of Daxue Mountain and the Taoist priest surnamed Lu were furious.

A body full of rich white zhenqi almost overflowed into the sky.
To be continued...