The air flow blows in the empty third floor.

The boss's wife looked closely and saw that the Taoist Wang Quan raised his glass from afar. About a ft. in front of him, there was an old man with a tall and tall figure and a rebellious aura.

There was a monk standing in front of the old man.

A middle-aged monk with a robe and a kind-hearted appearance, the monk's skin was like a vague person, and the air behind his head seemed to be hidden.

He looked graceful, like a Buddha sitting on a lotus platform in a temple walked out.

The other is an old monk who makes people feel palpitations. He has a short stature and shriveled skin. He can still see the yellowed marks on it.

A middle-aged man in blue shirt was sitting opposite the Taoist Wang Quan.

The middle-aged man had no sword or sword, his long hair hanging down was meticulously combed, his roots were black, shiny and soft, his face was cut like a knife, his eyes were narrow and long, and there seemed to be a thunder in his eyes, which was breathtaking.

The martial man who is in the world, the crazy disciple of Yan!

The living Buddha, the Wheel-Turning King!

Killing Arhat, Master Ikki!

Like the moon hanging in the sky, the real person worshiping the moon!

Including the Taoist Wang Quan, this is already the most powerful master in the five weapons catalogs!

In that voice, Mu Qingfeng and Pang Laoer are the six-prison demon master Pang Wanyang, and the Taibai Sword Immortal Mu Qingfeng, who are ranked first and second in the weapon list?

Gudong!

The proprietress rolled her throat and couldn't help swallowing.

This movement was very subtle, but she was so scared that her face turned pale, and her hands holding the small wine pot trembled as if they were squirting.

It’s not that she is not brave enough, but that the people in front of her are too terrifying.

These people can kill themselves thousands of times with just one move of their fingers, let alone all of them?

Who can not be afraid, and who can not be afraid?

"Amitabha."

Ikkyu folded his hands together and bowed slightly: "Master Taoist, we're meeting again."

"Good, good, I have heard of the name of a real person for a long time. Now when I see him, I am indeed well-known."

The Wheel King gave a smile, but a ripples appeared in his clear eyes.

In this Taoist Wang Quan, he felt a familiar breath.

"The master has been missing for a long time."

An Qisheng drank all the wine in his glass, felt the sudden crazy human rolls in his sleeves, and smiled slightly again:

"I have heard of the name of the Wheel King for a long time."

The true man Baiyue picked up the cup on his own, watched the few people greeting with interest, and smiled without saying a word.

But Yan Kuangtu was too lazy to be polite, so he bowed his hand and sat down with a big golden sword:

"If you talk too much politely, it seems too hypocritical. Those who are willing to sit and those who are unwilling to sit and those who are unwilling to sit and those who are not willing to sit and those who are not willing to sit and stand!"

"Brother Yan is quick to speak."

The real person who worshipped the moon laughed, and the laughter was like the spring breeze.

Ikkyu and the Wheel King just shook their heads slightly and both sat down.

The table is very big.

I had expected the seats for seven people, and after a few of them sat down, there were still two seats free.

At this time, a steady sound of footsteps slowly came.

Dada dada~~~

A young man in white clothes, spotless, long hair drooped his shoulders, and was free of debris, like a banished immortal, was walking up the stairs.

This man in white looks very handsome, with a clear and cold breath, but not cold, but pure like a clear spring in the mountains.

He is also the only one who came with weapons.

The slender and white five fingers were pinching a sheathed sword.

He slowly raised his head, under his slender eyebrows, his eyes were as warm as water:

"Are you used to walking when you are getting used to high heights?"

"Brother Mu is fine."

The King of Wheels stood up on his chest with one hand and greeted him with a smile. The two seemed to be familiar with each other.

Mu Qingfeng nodded in a bad way:

“I’ve always been very good.”

As he said that, his eyes swept across everyone, stayed on An Qisheng's body for a moment, and finally fell on Ikkyu:

"But it gave the master a first move."

"Amitabha."

Yixiu recited the Buddha's name lightly, sighed slightly, and said lightly: "The old monk has never competed for the first place in his life. It has been three hundred years in a flash. This time, it should be the old monk's name. No one can rob it, no one can fight!"

His voice was desolate and ancient, like a city wall full of moss, but his words were unprecedentedly strong, which made Yan Kuangs, the Wheel King, and the True Man Baiyue all raised their eyebrows together.

Apart from the old eunuch hidden in the Dafeng royal city, Ichikyu is undoubtedly the longest living person in the world.

It is said that this old monk was not the best in the world two hundred years ago. He lived for more than two hundred years, and has produced talents from generation to generation, and has been suppressed by people from generation to generation.

Now that we are here, we are even suppressed by Mu Qingfeng and Pang Wanyang.

However, this is just because he doesn't fight, not because he is not strong.

Many people have forgotten why he was called a killing arhat two hundred years ago.

Such a person will be determined to compete with others once he makes up his mind.

No one can stop it in the world.

Mu Qingfeng was silent, but the long sword he held in his palm was slightly shocked and half an inch was poked out.

Swish ~

It seemed like a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through the deep night.

The long and long sword sound like a dragon's roar penetrated the entire third-floor hall in an instant.

In an instant, ice seemed to be coming in the lobby on the third floor, and even the air was frozen.

Ikyu folded his hands together, his expression was as plain as before, and he chanted the Buddha's name gently:

"Amitabha."

Buzz ~

It was like the bronze bell with tens of millions of pounds hanging high in Huangjue Temple!

Hong Zhongda Lu's Zen singing seemed to explode in everyone's hearts. In an instant, the yang and strong aura spread and collided with the cold sword intent.

This old monk who has lived for nearly three hundred years actually practices the Sun Wuji!

The three men of Yan Kuangtu, the Moon Master, and the Wheel King were not surprised, and they were slightly aware of it.

If this is not the case, he would not be determined to win.

He cultivates the sun, and Pang Wanyang cultivates the sun.

The ultimate battle between the two is the most likely to inspire that inspiration, which is more advantageous than everyone present.

The boss lady standing next to the few people felt cold and her thighs were slightly hot again.

Extreme shame and anger surged into my heart, and my mind immediately became blank: It's over, I'm so embarrassed.

"The main master has not arrived, why both of you fight?"

At this time, a plain sound penetrated between the two, like the starry sky containing the sun and the moon, instantly melting the tense atmosphere between the two.

At this moment, everyone present was slightly shocked.

Mu Qingfeng and Ikkyu also had a look of eyes. Although the two were just a simple taste, they could interrupt the collision of the two so freely, and this kingly Taoist...

Is this Tai Chi?

Ikkyu put down his hands with all his arms, and Mu Qingfeng's long sword that was unsheathed half an inch fell back.

Immediately, the boss's wife shook.

One hand took the wine pot from her hand and waved it slightly at her.

"Yeah~"

The proprietress covered her hot face ashamed and ran out of the third floor as if she was running away.

I couldn't help but feel a little grateful to this Taoist.
To be continued...