Ye Junlin cut Hong with a sword, and the entire Kunlun was shocked.
I thought it was just a playboy, and I would go up the mountain to learn a few tricks and make it more convenient to bully men and women in the future. After all, when Ye Jun was in Jinyang, his reputation was even better than that of the four young masters with bad records.
This "Duanhong" was like a loud slap in the face.
With a "bang", he threw it on the faces of those who looked down on him.
In Kunlun for thousands of years, the only one who could use a sword to break Hong was the head coach Zhao Chongshan. Moreover, Zhao Chongshan swung two swords in a row.
At the top of Lingxiao Peak, Lao Wu held a glass of turbid wine, leaving two lines of clear tears on his face.
If you have a hundred years of life, you can accept this good disciple when you are halfway through the ground. Even if you die in this life, you will have no regrets.
Zhao Chongshan looked at the split waterfall and smiled, but Hu Jinming sighed slightly.
"General Wei." Zhao Chongshan turned his head and looked at Wei Wuji with a gentle expression.
Wei Wuji leaned over and bowed, "What are the instructions of the Chief Zhao?"
"I have no children in my life, and I have not even found a disciple who has inherited it." Zhao Chongshan said, looking nervous, rolled up his sleeves and drank a glass of wine: "Fortunately, at the end, I finally met a satisfactory disciple."
Wei Wuji rolled his eyes, with a question mark on his face: "What about?"
Zhao Chongshan smiled and said awkwardly: "I hope General Wei can take him out for a walk. Looking at the sufferings of this world, he will add a bit of love for the people. I can feel good about this kind of cultivation."
Wei Wuji nodded and bowed to salute: "Don't worry, the head teacher, Wei Wuji has no choice."
Old Wu smiled and kowtowed Zhao Chongshan's head with the wine glass: "You dead child, you still have to compete with me for your apprentice when you are over."
Zhao Chongshan smiled, Hu Jinming was shocked.
Looking at the entire Qingxiao, how many people dare to slap Zhao Chongshan’s head?
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It is sunny during the winter solstice.
The Kunlun Mountains, which were sunny after the snow, shine brightly on the warmth of the sun.
A carriage was parked in front of the archway of "Kunlun Dangxing", and two stunning women sat on it. One of them was dressed in red, like a raging fire, and the other was dressed in goose yellow, which looked like a small family jasper.
Hu Jinming hid behind the dead tree, rode the green cow upside down, and peeped at him from time to time.
The woman in red raised her lips slightly, and then sighed again.
The wheels rotated, and a rut was rolled over the thick snow.
Hu Jinming watched the carriage and disappeared into the endless white snow before turning back reluctantly.
Zhao Chongshan stood behind him and smiled at him.
Hu Jinming was shocked and covered his chest and complained: "Senior Brother, I won't be so scary about you."
Zhao Chongshan turned his head, remembered a small incident many years ago, and joked: "My junior brother, you have been getting close to General Wei in the past six months. Why can't you bear to leave this girl in red surnamed Wei? If the senior brother remembers correctly, the girl was also covered in red on the snowy day, and her eyes were straightened up to the mountain."
Hu Jinming smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Brother, you made fun of me again. I was only fourteen years old at that time, so what could I understand."
Zhao Chongshan asked with a smile: "How old are you this year?"
Hu Jinming, who never remembers his age, calculated carefully: "Twenty-two? Twenty-three?"
Zhao Chongshan smiled playfully and said, "Then you remember clearly that it was this girl you met at the age of fourteen."
Hu Jinming stopped talking, raised his head and looked at the sky, and continued to stare blankly. The green cow under him, and a "moothing" sounded, shaking a large piece of snow.
In the snow, a young man and a young man walked around. Wherever he passed, two lines of shallow footprints were left.
Wei Wuji and Ye Junlin were both wearing ordinary cotton coats, sachets, jade pendants and space rings, all placed on the mountain, with clean sleeves and cleaner in their pockets than the white snow on the ground.
The only thing that is unique is the sword on their backs.
"Brother Wei, where are we going?"
"Go out and take a look at the sufferings of the people in this world, so that you can see through the 'Xuanhuang' in one fell swoop."
Ye Junlin smiled and said nothing. As long as it was a good thing for cultivation, even if it was a sword, fire, he would still go straight to the front.
From Kunlun Mountain, he climbed over 100,000 mountains, passed the "Yaoguang Heavenly Chain", and passed 33,000 miles before entering the territory of Shu.
Shu has high mountains and ridges and rugged roads. The difficulty of Shu road is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky.
Ye Junlin and Wei Wuji slept in the open and traveled thousands of miles a day, and finally arrived in Shu at noon three days later.
The peaks and mountains are like gatherings, the waves are like anger, and one man is at the pass, and ten thousand men cannot open.
The first place to enter Shu is the famous pass in the world - Jiange.
The Sword Pavilion is magnificent and towering, entrenched between the two major mountains. If you want to cross it, you don’t have the cultivation level of Xuanzun Realm, you don’t even have to think about it.
The pass is built on the mountain, located in the key points of the shortcut between the north and south. The plaque is written by everyone in the world. Merchants come and go, and the markets on both sides of the city gateway are very lively. Although there are many soldiers here, they have not affected its prosperity at all.
When you enter the pass and the city, you will see a huge arena.
The ring is made of wool stone and pebbles, with cracks and moss and rubble. Many children living near Guancheng chase and play on their heads, which is extremely lively.
A strong man in blue, with a red cloth webbing waist, his eyes widened, and he picked up a military-style slashing sabre, and the tip of the knife was slashed on the ground. He then went onto the ring with a cold snorted, stabbed the big knife into the ground, and stood around his chest.
Ye Junlin narrowed his eyes slightly, and the energy in his chest was about to appear, and he looked at the man in green.
The man's cultivation is only "middle-level Xuanwang", but the murderous aura emitted by his body is no different from that of a master.
If you don’t struggle among the dead for several years, you will be afraid that you will find such murderous aura.
The adults carefully walked around the burly man and grabbed their children off the ring. A naughty child was as slippery as a loach. The child's mother looked in her early twenties, and the wind and sand in Shu were rough. She never thought that the young woman's skin was like oil. Her slender waist and feet were so she could not catch up with the naughty child.
Under the ring, merchants traveled and laughed with the local people. Some of the elderly rogues who were not as warm as women in bed were gathered together to chew red dates, and even spit out the date pits and teased them, making the little girl's pretty face turn red.
The dead child passed by the strong man who killed the horse. The newborn calf was not afraid of a tiger. He reached out to touch the blade. As a result, he was stared at by the man's fierce spirit, and was so scared that he was stunned and cried loudly.
The beautiful lady hurriedly hugged the child and said softly and apologized, timid and dared not speak.
The thirty-year-old man blushed for no reason. When he saw the little lady in front of him, he finally created an expert image with a stern face. He suddenly failed, and the scoundrels even started to make trouble.
Whether it is a big man or a traveling businessman, even those scoundrels, at most, they just tease each other and make a verbal advantage.
It doesn't hurt or itchy, and it passes with a smile.
But the fat man who turned around, carried the bird cage and held the yellow dog came forward and grabbed the little lady's wrist.
"Such a good man, why don't you go home with me?"
After the fat man finished speaking, the group of dog slaves around him immediately burst into tears of lewd laughter.
Wei Wuji's fist clenched slightly, and his chest was filled with breath.