#Sixty-nine

"Wow——"

In the dim night, a figure suddenly emerged from the rushing river.

After a moment, the dark water ghost-like figure slowly swam to the shore and climbed onto the shore.

A strange wind sound suddenly rose, and without any warning, a short knife was thrown from the forest, and in an instant it was in front of the figure.

Tang Jin clamped the knife and threw it back with his backhand.

There was a rustle of falling leaves, and a purple figure walked out from behind the forest.

The woman's low and warm voice turned around and said, "It's just a joke."

Fei Zhaoying looked at the knife wound on the back of his hand and sighed, "It was also on the iron rope, which even scratched my hand..."

Tang Jin withdrew his gaze and did not comment.

This doesn't seem like a joke.

On the iron rope, Fei Zhaoying's palm suddenly struck her with real killing intent.

But after she slapped her in the face, the woman sent a message and gave her a reason:

——"That person from Tingfeng Pavilion is not easy to fool. If you don't act more realistically, how can I help you escape?"

This kind of nonsense is just to deceive others.

However, the relationship between the killers in Luo Yilou is not that harmonious to begin with. The higher up the ranking, the weirder their temperaments. Fei Zhaoying looks normal, but he only looks normal.

Tang Jin took the clothes from Li Qingshan and asked, "Where's the mandala?"

Mandala is from the Western Region, and Shanluo seems to have some relationship with the Western Region. The relationship between the two is naturally more harmonious than others, which is not a secret in the building.

Li Qingshan explained: "He was hit by a sword and went back to recover first."

"Well." Tang Jin took off his soaked coat and threw it into the rushing river behind him, "The people from Tingfeng Pavilion are coming, let's go."

Li Qingshan had no objection and raised his feet to follow.

But Fei Zhaoying, who was left alone, looked at Tang Jin a few more times and said as if curious: "You have only been here for three years, and you know so much about Tingfeng Pavilion?"

Without waiting for Tang Jin to say anything, she covered her lips and smiled like she was talking to herself, "Look, I've forgotten that we, Suluo, are all fighting against each other with the people from Tingfeng Pavilion.

I would jump into a river for it——"

The leaves cut through the air silently.

Half of the black hair fell down, Fei Zhaoying felt a sudden pain on the side of his neck, and bright red blood rolled out, instantly staining his clothes red.

Tang Jin had already raised his feet and left.

Fei Zhaoying covered the wound on the side of his neck and looked at her leaving back with a gloomy expression.

Li Qingshan sneered unkindly, "I told you not to mess with him."

Fei Zhaoying snorted coldly and stabbed him where it hurt: "It's none of your business, you'll be crippled to death."

This sentence made Li Qingshan's face suddenly darken.

He glanced at Fei Zhaoying, ignored her, and turned away with an ugly expression.

Fei Zhaoying made a sound, and after a while, his beautiful eyes turned slightly and looked back at the big river.

She just provoked Shan Luo on purpose.

On the iron rope, although she was fighting Shangluo, she was also paying attention to the situation on Mandala's side. The man fighting Mandala had no internal strength, but his martial arts was extremely high. How come such a person has never been heard of in the world?

Yes? It’s really strange...

Moreover, because Shan Luo spread the news that Ting Feng Pavilion would take action, they brought so many people here tonight. However, Shan Luo never said what the purpose of Ting Feng Pavilion's action tonight was. Although they had been watching

But I can't understand it either.

All right, why did Tingfeng Pavilion send out so many people to rob a carriage?

Apart from these two things, what is curious is the relationship between Sanluo and that man.

Looking at the situation just now, the man's status in Tingfeng Pavilion must be quite high.

That man could risk his life or death for San Luo. The relationship between these two people is not simple...

Fei Zhaoying wiped away the blood on his neck, his red lips slightly raised.

If that man knew Shan Luo's identity...

The woman chuckled lightly and followed him slowly.

This sword trial meeting is really fun.

…

Due to the sword trial meeting, Junzhou has been very lively in the past half month. Not only the shopping streets at the foot of Wudang Mountain are crowded, but also all the inns in Junzhou City are almost full of people.

As the inn could no longer accommodate any room, some smart local people packed up the empty rooms in their homes and left them for the knights and knights.

But these people are usually ordinary people in the world who have no connections and just want to join in the fun.

For example, some disciples from sects with relatively good relations with Wudang had already gone to Wudang Mountain a few days ago and lived in places arranged for them by Wudang.

In the main hall of Wudang, the head of Wudang and several elders were chatting with the heads of several sects sitting in the hall.

"There hasn't been such a grand event in many years." Someone said with emotion.

The head of the Taihang Sword Sect smiled and said, "You and I are getting old, and now there are more and more rising stars in the world. I wonder who's turn it will be to become famous in this conference."

"Master Zhi Lu, this is so humble. Didn't your newly acquired disciple fight against the four evil villains not long ago, and they fought with equal ease?"

"Yes, yes, I think the most outstanding one in this conference is probably your Taixing Sword Sect."

Master Zhi Lu shook his head, "Although that boy is very talented, he is still too impetuous. I am afraid he will fail in this conference."

His words were obviously just self-effacement, and others were complimenting him. Suddenly he thought of something, looked at a woman in the hall who was sleeping drowsily with her forehead propped up, and muttered: "Speaking of which, Master Qi Huan is not the only one who will do this."

Will you be in your early twenties?"

This sword trial meeting was held for the young elites in the martial arts world, but the new head of the Emei Sect seemed to be still very young.

However, after he said these words, no one answered him.

Of course Qi Huan can participate in this conference at his age, but...

This new head of the Emei Sect is a well-known "witch" in the world, and her behavior...

Probably realizing that they were talking about her, the sleepy Taoist-robed woman with her forehead propped up closed her eyes and lazily said: "What little genius from the Taihang Sword Sect can withstand the white-faced Guanyin of the Demon Sect?"

What are your three trump cards?”

She slowly opened her eyes and said, "There must be someone coming from Luo Yilou. If it's Li Qingshan with a broken arm, that's it. If someone from the top ten comes randomly, no one from any sect can stop him."

?”

Her sharp words, which did not save any face for the head of the hall, immediately silenced the entire hall.

It is a pity to say that in the past, those talented disciples often came from various sects.

But in recent years, those amazing geniuses have actually joined the Demon Cult, and in organizations like Luo Yilou, although there are disciples from various sects who are talented, they are still slightly inferior to those people.

.

Qi Huan was too lazy to make excuses with these old men, so he stood up, took a few Emei disciples behind him and left.

"My sect does have a young disciple with pretty good qualifications."

The old god who had always been sitting on the throne suddenly spoke to the leader of Wudang and said this.

This sentence attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

Some people couldn't help but look suspicious.

Although the Wudang Sect has had some good disciples over the years and is somewhat famous in the world, I have never heard of anyone who is as famous as Mo Yu, Li Qingshan and others.

Qi Huan, who had already walked to the door, looked back at the old man from the Wudang Clan for a few times. After a while, she turned and left without interest, "In that case, I'm just waiting to watch the show."

Several disciples of the Emei Sect quickly followed her footsteps.

After stepping out of the door, they could still be heard chattering around Qi Huan: "Sister, you are awesome, those old men are annoying me to death."

"Even after bragging for more than an hour, my mouth is still dry. My legs are almost numb when I stand..."

The heads of several major sects in the hall looked at each other, looking a little embarrassed.

The head of Wudang coughed and said, "It's really getting late. Why don't you guys just get here first today?"

Everyone agreed.

After the guests dispersed and returned to the inner courtyard of Wudang, Wudang leader Ming Zhenzi called for someone.

"Is there any news about Wu Chen?"

The disciple in black replied: "Senior brother has arrived in Junzhou with the people from Luo Yilou. With him are Fei Zhaoying, Li Qingshan and a group of Luo Yilou killers."

Ming Zhenzi nodded, "It's hard for her... where is the Demon Sect?"

"It seems that the Holy Lady of the Demon Cult has entered the city, but her whereabouts are not yet clear, but it seems that the senior brother is going to hand over to her, so..." At this point, the expression of the black-clothed disciple also showed a bit of... pity.
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