June 29th.

The weather in Chang'an today is bad and cloudy. An experienced old man said that there might be heavy rain this afternoon, so he told his family to collect clothes as soon as possible.

But the bustling and lively places in the city are still unaffected.

Those who do business still do business.

Playing still play.

It is midsummer, and there are still many idle people, literati and elegant people travel together. At this time, it is the best time to go out for a summer outing in the year, and it is also a good place to go on Zhongnan Mountain.

The whole city is filled with the lively atmosphere of the city.

This is the life of ordinary people. They work hard every day to make a living, fill their stomachs, feed their families, and raise children. In the real world, there are not so many children who have a long love and heroes are short of breath.

The world is indeed the world.

But outside the world, the world is still very big.

"There are duels on the city walls! Go and see!"

Not only anyone, they were the first to shout this.

The news spread very quickly, like a group of street walkers in the city who had nothing to do, and brought in many people who liked to watch the fun.

Immediately afterwards, young people who have listened to the stories of heroes since childhood and admired the martial arts world in the Jianghu also ran out of their homes. The martial arts masters living in the city also had to join in the fun and see the style of the martial arts masters in the Jianghu.

Finally, the recognized master of the martial arts world in Chang'an City, Mr. Zhuo, who had been washed with his hands five or six years ago, was alarmed.

The old man in his sixties, dressed in black, rushed to the city wall with a fast horse.

In order to miss today's sudden battle between the world.

Under the city wall, more and more people gathered, and the voices were filled with people.

On the city wall, two people fought against each other? One old and one young? Ten feet apart.

The city wall is so high that ordinary people will definitely not be able to see the specific appearance of these two people? But the warrior who has practiced true qi? He has opened up the acupoints in his eyes and can see clearly.

Young people are wearing white long gowns? They have black veils and short sleeves, without weapons? They just wear black fists on their hands? They are embellished with strange emblems.

The young man looked solemn, looking like he had just passed the twentieth crown, but he had a strange and elegant hair and a slight crook on his chin? He had no intention of covering up his identity at all.

Just a cold look? It looks like ice.

The old man who was opposite him was dressed in black, bowed his waist and covered in silver hair, and was also unconventional. He was braided with small braids on his head, looking old.

When the wind blows, it seems to be able to blow down.

He held the black wood and white jade cigarette pole in his hand, hanging the cigarette bag? He also sprayed a wisp of smoke from his mouth from time to time, carrying his right hand on his back? He didn't see the demeanor of a master.

The flag of the Tiance Army was rushing on the top of the city wall? Under the city wall? An old Tiance Army soldier stopped the troublemakers and refused to let them go up to the city wall.

Various voices came from the crowd, and some people asked:

"Why didn't the two of them take action? They had been confronting each other for almost half an hour! Is this happy fight between the old and the young men?"

"That's it! If we don't fight, we'll go home."

Someone else followed suit.

This is what it seems that it is not practicing martial arts, but it is purely for the lively people. Those who really have martial arts skills are too lazy to refute these people, and it is useless to say it.

Anyone who understands these things in the world knows.

"Mr. Zhuo, what do you think?"

In front of the crowd, a group of stooges and young people surrounded the old man with white hair and playing with iron balls in his hands, asking in a lingering manner.

This old man Zhuo is not simple.

According to the generation of the world, he should be considered a martial arts master of Monk Yuanwu's generation. It is said that when he was young, he learned the unique skills of a golden sword and silver ring.

It was famous throughout the Guanzhong Western Regions. Lie Dao Sect also invited him to be an elder, but was rejected by Mr. Zhuo.

When I was young, I was wandering around the world and finally got a child when I was old, so I wanted to live with my family.

Although he retired to the world a few years ago, he no longer moved around the world many years ago.

The younger generation has hardly heard of his name. Compared with "juniors" like Zhang Moye and Ren Hao, Mr. Zhuo is really shameless to claim to be a martial arts master.

But in the martial arts circle in Chang'an City, this old man is very famous.

On the day he washed his hands in the Golden Basin, in order to avoid the inheritance of martial arts to his family, he imitated Zhang Moye's "The Heart of the River and Lakes" and presented his golden sword and silver ring technique to everyone who came to watch the ceremony.

One serving per person.

Unfortunately, these two sets of martial arts have a bit of high requirements for understanding. Even if they are inherited, not everyone can learn it.

But this is the only thing that makes this old man admire him in Chang'an City.

Now, when I heard someone asking, Mr. Zhuo, who was playing with the iron ball in his hand, also touched his beard, squinted his eyes and said:

"These two are masters."

"Master?"

People around him looked at each other. This master of the martial arts world has always been elusive. How could he suddenly appear on the city wall, posing and not fighting?

"Yes, a real master is not as good as our old Zhuo who deceives the world and steals reputation."

Mr. Zhuo is also a cheerful person, with a little self-deprecating and a little solemn. He heaviered his voice and said:

"I ask you, what is the direction of Chang'an City these days?"

"The northwest wind is like this in previous years."

Everyone replied.

The old man raised his hand, pointed to more than a dozen flags on the city wall, and asked:

"Then tell me, where are these flags blown?"

Everyone looked closely and exclaimed after a breath.

The big flags were blown in the direction that was completely opposite to the wind direction. The flags were still in different directions, and they were very chaotic. There were one or two flags, and they simply stopped in place, as if there was no wind.

Everyone has guessed the key point by Mr. Zhuo.

"That's right, these two masters are fighting each other in a fight between the qi and the deep qi that is as thick as the sea that ordinary people cannot see."

Lao Zhuo touched his beard and exclaimed.

He said:

"You saw that the two of you didn't move, but in fact, the field was extremely dangerous and murderous intent was everywhere. Ordinary warriors dared to step into it without a moment or three moments. In just one moment, their bodies would be torn apart and crushed into powder.

If the true energy is released, you can reach this level, spreading ten feet all over your body. These two people are definitely real masters!"

Everyone nodded together.

Another troublesome person came over and asked:

"Mr. Zhuo, you said they are all masters, how tall are they? Are they even better than you?"

"I?"

Lao Zhuo shook his head and said in a calm tone:

“What am I?

Even when I was at its peak, I was afraid I could not walk twenty moves in front of these two people. How high their methods were, I was afraid I couldn't see how good they were.

But if we divide it based on the current circulating list of the world, these two people are the worst, and they are also half a step ahead of the list.

It’s amazing. It’s only been five or six years since I washed my hands. Why did these two unheard masters suddenly appear in this world?”

"Ao"

As soon as Mr. Zhuo finished speaking, he heard a sharp eagle cry from above the city wall.

It was like lightning flashing across the sky, causing everyone to look up.

Then he saw a divine and feathered black eagle, swaying its feathers, falling from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it fell on the young man's shoulder.

"The evil beast of Jinghong! That's a crested eagle!"

A shout rang out in the crowd:

"That person, that person is Chen Qiu! The left demon Chen Qiu! Such a demon actually..."

Before he could finish his exclamation, he was immediately pulled down by someone next to him.

He also covered the troubled mouth tightly.

really.

Chen Qiu is now very famous in the world and is notorious.

But this infamous represents the same vicious strength. The Taihang Mountains incident has spread all over the world, and overnight, thousands of people were abandoned. Such methods have exceeded the imagination of the people in the world.

Some people even say that Chen Qiu is the reincarnation of a demon. He is a monster that comes out of the Taihang Mountains, and is absolutely extraordinary.

The masters of the world dare to say that Chen Qiu is a demon, and everyone can kill him, but how can these bystanders have the courage?
To be continued...