Yun Dongliu sighed in his heart.

He remembered this matter very deeply.

Because his master Yun Haitian heard about this, he traveled across the two countries and traveled tens of thousands of miles, and buried his body for Lin Wanwan's family.

Then he attacked the Six Prison Demon Sect in one go, killing the perpetrator, but eventually injured the hands of the Red Living Dharma King, breaking the path of the divine vein.

To this day, people still laugh at him for overestimating his ability and cutting off his own way out...

"What a pity this Grand Official Lin..."

Some other guests have heard of this and some have learned about it after explanation from others, and they can't help but feel sorry for it.

An Qisheng shook his head slightly. He had heard of this, but it was not surprising.

Some people in the martial arts world love luxury, some love chivalrous and righteous, some love magic weapons, and some love delicious food and wine.

But the only one is that the people in the martial arts world have a strong desire to win.

Even if you don’t care about this ranking, you won’t be happy if someone is on your own.

Are you a businessman worthy of ranking me?

What’s ridiculous is that after Lin Wanwan died, this weapon spectrum spread, and many people believed it deeply.

At least the evaluation of it has changed from "blurred" to "a pity".

"No one knows why Lin Wanwan's generation of giants wanted to arrange this weapon chart. Maybe he really admired the martial arts world, maybe he wanted to keep his name for a hundred years, or maybe he was signaled by the Great Yan Dynasty...

None of this matters anymore.”

Yun Dongliu took another big sip of wine, but became a little sober:

"If the most recognized strongest person today is the ninth-ranked weapon list, the Six Prison Demon Lord, Pang Wanyang..."

Weapon chart.

The first eight are empty.

Of course no one objected to this.

The eight major soldiers, whenever they are born, will surely stir up the world and ascend to the most powerful position under heaven and man. There is no doubt that this is the case.

And now that the divine weapons of heaven and man have never arrived.

The Six Prison Demon Lord Pang Wanyang is the most powerful master like today.

As soon as this name came out, the third floor of Yangxiao Hall was silent, and all the guests couldn't help but hold their breath.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

Anyone who can keep his name in the martial arts world will step on the bones of countless people under his feet.

And Pang Wanyang is undoubtedly the best in the world.

This was recognized by martial arts people long before the weapons chart appeared.

According to legend, Pang Wanyang became famous very early. At the age of 21, he had already become famous among the Demon Sect, far beyond his peers, and was able to compete with the elders who had become famous for a long time.

Later, he hiked to measure the land of the seven countries and walked barefoot for more than ten years. With the identity of the Demon Sect, he walked to the mountain gates of all the famous sects of the seven countries one by one.

No one knows what happened in those years.

But when he returned to the Six Prison Demon Sect, many demon sects that had been split for countless years were unified again under his unification and became the Six Prison Demon Sect!

And that year, he was only forty years old.

In a flash, he has been so powerful that he has been in the world for fifty years!

True invincible in the world.

Some people say that he had already reached the level that only the eight soldiers could reach, and he was infinitely approaching the legendary obstacle of heaven and man!

"As a peer, this old Taoist priest is really a world of difference compared to other families..."

Sweeping through the dead third floor, An Qisheng shook his head in his heart.

If calculated based on age, Wang Quan is one or two years older than him...

Yun Dongliu glanced at everyone, shook his head in his heart, and his mind was fading away when he continued to speak.

People in the world are often very strange. They are both great sects, and they don’t care when they hear the name of Huangjue Temple. When they mention the Demon Sect, they are cautious and afraid.

Even though Master Ikki of Huangjue Temple and Pang Wanyang have the same weapons catalogue.

"Hiss Yun."

Someone gritted his teeth and spoke: "Are you going to say the deeds of this Six Prison Demon Lord?"

"Of course not."

Yundong Liu put down the wine bowl, stood up shakingly, his cheeks gradually faded away, and his sallow face was a little cold:

"Yun just sighed, the demons in the world...

Why can’t I finish killing it!”

Zheng ~

Yun Dongliu's body shook and staggered, and a snow-white knife light suddenly burst out from his waist.

The sword light passed by like a train, and the sword light like water and ice made everyone on the third floor shocked.

Bang!

In the corner of the third floor, tables and chairs were broken, and wine mixed with air waves rolled out.

In the flash of lightning, only An Qisheng could see clearly. A figure flashed out from the corner, kicking over the table and chairs and two guests on it and threw them at Yun Dongliu's sword light.

Turning around, he was about to break through the window and walk away.

"ah!"

Screaming, the sword lights intertwined for a while, and many guests stood up to dodge, and Yangxiao Hall was in chaos for a while.

"you!"

As soon as the wave of air was pressing, Yun Dongliu's body was filled with alcohol dissipated, and the light of the sword slashed horizontally bypassed the two guests like a silver snake.

He turned sharply in the air and slashed at the figure who was about to break through the window again:

"How can it be so easy if you want to leave?"

Yun Dongliu felt cold in his heart.

The man's hidden aura was very good. If it weren't for the unstable breath when he mentioned Pang Wanyang, he would have almost no idea.

But once discovered, he will kill anyone from the Demon Sect!

"Yun Dongliu, if you have the courage, you can chase after me!"

The man leaped out of the sword light, and was in the air and had time to talk.

Only then did someone see his appearance clearly.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a black short-shot and five-short figure. He had a short beard and a sneer on his thin face.

"court death!"

Yun Dongliu snorted coldly, with a solemn expression.

He took a little under his feet, and he broke through the window with the light of a knife, whistling with the airflow, and chased after him.

"Six Prison Demon Sect..."

The third floor of Yangxiao Hall was in chaos, and only An Qisheng sat by the window, his face did not change much.

Until the knife light breaks the window on the third floor.

Yun Dongliu and the man jumped out one after another, chasing the nearby roof, and then he slowly stood up.

I didn't care about the messy crowd behind me and walked downstairs.

"Master, what happened?"

In the empty first-floor lobby, Zhang Haohao, who played the guest role in the hall, ran over with panic:

"A few people carried a body downstairs before, and the guests were all running..."

"The money has not been paid yet."

Zhang Haohao was sad.

"It's okay, someone will pay,"

An Qisheng smiled slightly, not caring:

"Since there are no more customers, when the guests behind leave, close the door."

"Ah? Who will pay?"

Zhang Haohao was a little confused.

What else do you want to say? An Qisheng has slowly walked into the backyard.
To be continued...