Chapter 88, kick-off

Author: Qingzhou plays wine

Chapter 88, kick-off

"The Lord of Human Desire is here!"

Outside the Mustard City, someone shouted at the top of his voice. For a moment, the men and women, both ordinary people and warriors, all showed horror on their faces and fled in all directions.

The Lord of Human Resources curled his lips and said to himself: "I am here with kindness, why do you all treat me like this?"

"Amitabha" A young monk wearing a monk's robe recited the Buddha's name and persuaded him: "Donor, have a knife on his head, and I hope that the donor should not do whatever he wants here."

"You are glad that we didn't arrive when you raped a good woman, otherwise I'll kill you with one shot!" A heroic woman holding a gun said viciously.

She looks very good, even though she dances with guns and sticks all day long, her figure is still one in a million.

Facing this beauty, the Lord of Human Destiny did not dare to have any covetousness, so he just smiled a little.

Because this is Tong Zhiwan, the granddaughter of the Gun Fairy Tongyuan.

"In another hour, the peak duel between Senior Sword God and Senior Martial Saint, please calm me down! If you anger Senior Sword God, my grandfather and Senior Sword God will not be able to protect you!" Tong Zhiwan's phoenix eyes

Get angry.

"I know." The Master of Human Desire was careless and said to himself: "When I break through the innate master, remove your grandfather's old bone, and then let you beg for mercy under my crotch!"

"Tsktsk" Thinking of that scene, the Lord of Human Desire couldn't help but smile lewdly.

A carriage slowly drove into Mustard City, and the coachman was Muyun Mountain, the ninth grade of the Tianbang.

Mu Yunshan has accumulated a great reputation in the Beili Army, and many people in the martial arts world recognize him, so as soon as he enters the city, he attracts everyone's sideways and exclamations.

It goes without saying that Mu Yunshan can act as a groom, and the person in the car is self-evident.

Sword God, Yan Jiufeng.

The people on the street couldn't help but make way for him and headed straight to the north of Mustard City.

The car drove by, and many warriors followed closely.

Pushing open the window of Jianghu Inn, Jiang Wangsheng looked at the carriage passing by below, shook his head and sighed gently.

"Do you think the sword god will lose?" Huang Mengjue, who was beside him, asked softly.

Jiang Wangsheng nodded, "He and Mu Mingkong are far behind in terms of realm and combat details. The only hope is the knife in his hand."

"I heard that he took a big step on the sword path after he was in seclusion." Jiang Wangsheng looked up slightly and watched the sword god go to Mu Mingkong's dojo.

Jiang Wangsheng suddenly asked, "Why are you in my room?"

"I" Huang Mengjue was stunned for a moment.

Jiang Wangsheng touched his head and asked seriously: "Why do I feel so hurt? Did you beat me while I was drunk last night?"

Huang Mengjue was even more speechless and said fiercely: "Yes! I beat you last night to vent my anger!"

"Young Master Jiang, have you woken up? The God of Swords has entered Mustard City and is about to show off with the Martial Saint. Let's go and have a look." Xia Nanyuan's voice came from outside the door.

Huang Mengjue stared at Jiang Wangsheng.

Jiang Wangsheng was a little embarrassed and explained: "I am."

"Don't explain, I understand!" Huang Mengjue said meaningfully.

She really understood, after all, Jiang Wangsheng said everything he should have said last night, and he also said what he shouldn't have said together.

"The door is not locked, please come in!"

After Xia Nanyuan pushed the door and entered, she was obviously stunned for a moment and asked, "Why is Miss Huang in Mr. Jiang's room?"

"I, I got up early. When I noticed the movement, I came to him to discuss it." After that, Huang Mengjue quietly stepped on Jiang Wangsheng.

Jiang Wangsheng understood and nodded with a smile, "She came when I was practicing."

"Mr. Jiang's martial arts skills are outstanding, but he is so diligent." Xia Nanyuan exclaimed.

Jiang Wangsheng waved his hand, "Ji Cao, Ji Cao."

"Shameless." Huang Mengjue cursed in his heart.

"This place is too far, let's get closer and see. Where is Taoist Master Qingchen and Song Tao's little brother?"

Xia Nanyuan replied: "I came back last night. According to Hemingshan's routine, they should have gotten up and read the Taoist scriptures."

As soon as the three of them left the house, they met Wu Qiling, who was expressionless and Chen Xuan'an, who was dejected.

"Hey? Why did you three come out of the same room?" Chen Xuan'an showed surprise and looked at Jiang Wangsheng strangely.

"Bang!" Wu Qiling slapped Chen Xuan'an's head with the scabbard.

"Oh, Master. I"

"Where is Taoist Master Qingchen?"

Everyone rushed over and pushed the door open and entered. Taoist Master Qingchen and Song Tao were both lying on the bed like dead pigs.

"Didn't you say that according to Heming Mountain's routine, should they be reading the Taoist scriptures?" Jiang Wangsheng asked seriously.

Xia Nanyuan was a little embarrassed, "Maybe, maybe I remembered it wrong."

The white-haired old man descended to the Drum Tower in the north of the city. Behind his hands, the white-haired and white beard fluttered in the wind, staring at the slowly moving car.

"Is it the Martial Saint Senior?"

"The sword of the Martial Saint is not old."

"What a strong momentum. The peak duel is about to break out."

"I wonder who can win?"

Due to Mu Mingkong's reputation, the north of the city has always been quiet. Even if someone comes and goes, he always speaks softly and leaves quickly.

At this moment, taking advantage of the opportunity of the congenital masters to confront each other, they were able to pour into the north of the city and discuss unscrupulously.

"Yunshan, please retreat." An old voice came from the carriage.

"Yes, Master." Mu Yunshan took the order and ordered the horse to stop, bring wooden steps for Yan Jiufeng, get off the car facing Yan Jiufeng, and retreat to the side.

Yan Jiufeng patted his shoulder and reminded him: "Okay."

"Yes, Master." Mu Yunshan showed excitement.

"Brother Jiufeng, I haven't seen you for a long time, and my style is still the same." Mu Mingkong took the lead in opening.

"Brother Mu is polite. Who doesn't know that you live in Mustard City alone? Even Beili, who is as powerful as a dragon and tiger, is afraid of you and dare not touch your eyebrows."

"Hahahaha" Mu Mingkong laughed, sorted out the clothes he was wearing, and said aloud: "Please!"

"please!"

In an instant, the clouds scattered and gathered, and the true energy rolled up, entering the sky.

Everyone looked closely and saw that Yan Jiufeng's figure was gone, and even Mu Mingkong's shadow could not be captured.

"Where are them?" Xia Nanyuan asked curiously.

When Jiang Wangsheng and his group arrived, they happened to see this scene.

Jiang Wangsheng looked at the sky, played with the jade flute in his hand, and replied: "In the sky."

"So fast?"

Jiang Wangsheng said: "There is a world of difference between the innate master and the ninth-grade warrior. If so, the ninth-grade warrior is an ordinary person, then the innate master is an immortal with a physical body."

Wu Qiling asked: "Walking into the innate master is the sublimation of true qi?"

"Indeed. However, in an instant, a large amount of true energy sublimated, as if it was transformed into an immortal."

"I didn't expect that the white-clothed innate master of Western Chu was the Jade Flute Sword Immortal in the mouth of the Martial Saint." Mu Yunshan strode forward.

Jiang Wangsheng glanced at him and continued, "It's going to start!"

The white clouds condensed, and in an instant, there was no cloud in the sky, leaving only a white knife transformed from cloud gas.

Mu Mingkong smiled, his hands moved slightly, and suddenly shook. The true energy was like a volcano erupting, shaking the clouds.

"I heard that Brother Jiufeng has practiced hard in seclusion and has developed a new kind of knife intention. Let me see it." Mu Mingkong said with a smile.

"As you wish!" The voice was so loud that it came from the sky.

Mu Yunshan said: "Western Chu and Beili are facing each other, but you and I are the children of the world, and we can be said to be unfair to know each other. When I am down Mu Yunshan, I don't know what the predecessors call me?"

Beili Mountain and Earth only knew the unparalleled Master in White, but did not know the specific situation of this Master.

"Jiang Wangsheng"

"Jiang Wangsheng" murmured softly from the mouth of Mu Yunshan, "Good name."
Chapter completed!