"I've met Senior Zhao!"

Ouyang Muhua and Pang Shiyuan rode their horses and walked slowly to Canglan Sword Sect and their group. They dismounted and held tribute to Zhao Shanhe. This was the most basic respect for the master. Whether it was an enemy or not, they had to ceremonialize in front of Zhao Shanhe. In the entire Xingtian Mansion, except Gu Qingci, others must abide by the rules in the martial arts world when facing the master.

Zhao Shanhe looked at the two of them and said, "Ouyang Muhua, the little overlord of Chang'an, Wu Kingdom worships the pavilion chessboard as the world's Pang Shiyuan, and has long been admired!"

Ouyang Muhua and Pang Shiyuan were both young. Few people who could become great practitioners of the Heavenly Destiny Realm would not make a name for themselves. Both Ouyang Muhua and Pang Shiyuan had been wandering around the world. When Pang Shiyuan was young, Zhao Shanhe was not a master, but also paid attention to the world and heard about Pang Shiyuan. As for Ouyang Muhua, it was purely the case of Ouyang family being falsely accused of treason and treason that the world was known to everyone. Ouyang Muhua brought a gun into Chang'an, and the imperial city was stained with blood all night. Many older generation warriors were deeply impressed by it.

Ouyang Muhua did not bring his brick today, but held a black spear in his hand, clasped his fists with the gun, and said, "Senior, you are wrong. There is no Chang'an Little Overlord here, nor is there a chessboard for the world. There are only two Xing officials in Xing Tianfu, Ouyang Muhua and Pang Shiyuan!"

Zhao Shanhe stroked his beard and smiled and said, "I just said nothing. I don't know what happened to Lord Gu sent two of you here?"

The wind is blowing and the sky is dark.

Many people are paying attention to Ouyang Muhua and Pang Shiyuan, and more are marveling at the power of Xing Tian Mansion, the fighting spirit of the Grandmaster's rivalry, and the style of the two Xing officials.

Originally, Ouyang Muhua and Pang Shiyuan were great practitioners of the Heavenly Destiny Realm, and they were the existences who were looking up to the nine-story nine in the world. What's more, they are still talking to the masters, but it is probably just this time. The Chang'an Little Overlord and Chessboard who have disappeared for many years will once again come to the sight of the world.

Ouyang Muhua was wearing armor, which was the war god armor that was passed down from all over the world by the Ouyang family. Many people who have seen the style of the old man in the Ouyang family were amazed that there were successors of the Ouyang family, and perhaps the scenery would reappear. Pang Shiyuan was wearing a green Confucian shirt, and a piece of rice paper slowly floated out of his cuffs and stood in the air.

Battle at the gate of Baidi City.

Signature Gu Qingci.

The flying dragon and phoenix dance in just a few words made people over a dozen miles seem to see a man holding a sword and writing wildly. The vigorous sword intent is shocking. He is proud of the world and the battle against the Grandmaster with his back.

A light came out of Zhao Shanhe's pupils, and the sword on his back buzzed, and he said lightly: "Fight!"

In a word, it should be a concise one, Gu Qingci’s appointment.

"Goodbye!"

Ouyang Muhua and Pang Shiyuan turned over and headed into the city.

The wind swept through, and the rice paper in the air drew into a sword and headed towards the sky, like a meteor passing by in a flash, disappearing between the world, annoyed by all the people in the world, because many people were ready to snatch that rice paper. This is Gu Qingci's sword intent. Putting it in the world is like a magical secret book flowing into the world, and it will inevitably cause a bloody storm.

However, many people understand, but few can withstand temptations. If they are lucky enough to obtain this sword intent, no one can guarantee that they will realize a sword intent of their own after copying it.

When the people from Xingtian Mansion left, the people from Canglan Sword Sect entered the city at random.

When Zhao Shanhe stepped into the city gate, the sky and the earth suddenly faded, a thunder blew, and the strong wind blew. The rolling storm in the sky slowly condensed into a sword, flashing the vast sword intent.

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"You said, what the hell is Gu Qingci doing? He sent so many people in Xingtian Mansion to make trouble just to send a letter of war? Is it worth fighting so much?"

Among the people who were watching the world, there was a monk who was gnawing pig's trotters. Next to it was a Taoist priest riding a cow. The two of them walked together and frequently attracted attention. The monk ate meat and the Taoist priest rode cows and collided together. It was a wonder.

The cattle-riding Taoist looked at the sword that was heading into the city and said lightly: "This is a demonstration to Canglan Sword Sect. At the same time, it makes it natural for him to fight with Zhao Shanhe. This is the face of the major sects. Everyone knows that Canglan Sword Sect is here to cause trouble. Just let Canglan Sword Sect go, where will Xingtian Mansion be placed? But, if you really want to fight one zhang, what's the point? Isn't the point the battle between Gu Qingci and Zhao Shanhe himself?"

"Uh..." The meat-eating monk threw away the pig's trotters and said speechlessly: "There are so many twists and turns here. It seems that this demonstration is not only for Canglan Sword Sect, but also for all those who come to watch the battle. Amitabha, it's so scary. With these people, they can resist a master. If Gu Qingci defeated this battle, the reputation of Xingtian Mansion would probably be almost as high as the seven sects and eight sects. Tsk tsk tsk, it's amazing, great."

The young Taoist priest gently patted the old yellow cow, followed slowly, and said, "Aren't you said to be burying the sky, burying the earth and burying the people? Why don't you also go and give Gu Qingci a challenge book?"

"Amitabha," Sanmeng said seriously: "A monk cannot compete for fame and fortune, and the world is rolling."

The Taoist chuckled and said, "I remember Gu Qingci said, "There is no Buddha in the black field, so how dare you come?"

Sanzang shook his head slowly and said, "Little monk... No, I met Mr. Wuque before, and was inspired by his old man. I have already said that I will return to secular life when I return to Daguangming Temple. I am no longer a monk!"

Sanzang suddenly said again: "Wang Yangming, you should be the one you should worry about. I remember you said you would go to Qin Keqing to discuss the truth? If Gu Qingci knew that you were here, you would be in trouble. Hehe, maybe he would discuss the truth first!"

The figure just now appeared in Wang Yangming's mind, and the corner of his mouth twitched, and he walked forward, saying, "I heard the truth in the morning and died in the evening!"

Sanzang hurriedly chased after him and smiled, "Then you can fight Gu Qingci before Zhao Shanhe!"

"roll!"

Wang Yangming's word "get out",

It is as fresh and refined as the Taoist ancestor preaches!

Not far behind Sanzang and Wang Yangming, a pair of men followed him into the city. There were no less than 30 men, each carrying weapons and full of energy. You could see at a glance that they were all good at the martial arts world, but they acted as guards here, and a carriage in the middle was slowly moving.

"Didn't Nie Changliu appear?"

A sound came from the carriage, very calm, but with a hint of unquestionable indifference.

"Young Master Qi, the person who just came was Xing Tianfu, two Xing officials, one was Ouyang Muhua and the other was Pang Shiyuan. It is said that there was a great practitioner of the Tianming Realm in the city, but there was no Nie Changliu."
Chapter completed!