Ke Mengfan of Qingzhou Prefecture, Shi Wanlong, elder of the Beggars' Sect, Xiao Changfa, King of Changhe Sword... In just thirteen days, five masters listed in the weapons chart have died!

Countless martial arts people were shocked by this.

Any master on the list is not alone. Even a lone hero like Ke Mengfan has several friends. The deaths of these five people have much more shocking than the deaths of Xue Chaoyang and others.

Especially when the perpetrator is the saint of the Six Prisons Demon Sect, the storm caused is even more comparable to An Qisheng.

Feng Qingxuan, the saint son of the Six Prisons Demon Sect, came to Dafeng and wanted to do what his master had done back then!

This news was shocking and broke the peace of the entire world.

It reminds countless martial arts people of the world decades ago, the terrifying existence that measured the world barefoot and weighed the entire martial arts world with fists.

Pang Wanyang!

Decades ago, Pang Wanyang became recognized as the world's number one decades ago. Even though many parties were silent, the bloody storm he had caused was passed down.

For a moment, the crowds in the world were in a turbulent way.

I don’t know how many people visited Huangjue Temple, Ji Shenzong, Baiyue Villa, Zhengangdao, Dalongmen and other major sects, and wanted them to come forward to subdue demons.

And even when many major sects were persuaded to take action to subdue demons.

A letter of worship from the bitter and cold land in the northwest and above the highest Six Prisons Holy Mountain in the world was sent to various sects.

The letter of worship was concise, but it shocked countless people:

"The master of death comes!"

On that day, the sword energy soared into the sky, cutting through the clouds in the sky...

In the Moon-Worship Villa, a red moon rises in the sun, shining in the sky...

In Huangjue Temple, the sound of Buddhas chanting scriptures spread for dozens of miles, and countless believers worshiped them...

.........

Xiayimen is located in front of the Wanchuan Mountains in Zhongzhou, with its back against the mountains and its gate is close to the Dalong River. It has excellent feng shui.

However, the so-called chivalrous school is not as grand as imagined.

Not to mention that compared with many major sects, even compared with the stations of some small gangs, it is not as good as those of them.

Apart from the large area, there is really nothing worthy of praise.

In front of a quaint and old courtyard by the river.

Yun Dongliu pulled two little guys and came in dust.

With his martial arts, it will naturally not take so long to return to the Chivalrous Sect, but with these two little guys, his speed inevitably slowed down.

It took more than a month to reach the Chivalrous Sect.

"Brother Jiu, is this trip still going smoothly?"

The two concierges in front of the Xiayi Gate chuckled and greeted Yun Dongliu:

"Why did you bring these two little guys? Are you going to accept a disciple?"

"I haven't made a name for myself yet, so where is the right to accept apprentices?"

Yun Dongliu stuffed the horse to the doorman and cursed with a smile:

"Are you sincerely trying to see your brother laughing at me?"

"The other brothers dare not say it, Brother Jiu thinks there is no problem."

The concierge seemed to have a very good relationship with Yun Dongliu, and he took over the reins with a smile.

"These two little guys were entrusted by a friend of mine. My friend's martial arts are ten times better than me, so I am not qualified to teach them."

Yun Dongliu squatted down and touched the little heads of the two little guys lovingly:

"Tingting, Haohao, you stay in the Chivalrous Sect first. After the Taoist priest finishes his business, uncle will take you to find him. OK?"

The two little guys were born as if they were very sensible and obedient. He also liked these two little guys quite alike along the way.

"Yeah, listen to uncle."

Jiang Tingting nodded obediently.

"Uncle, where has my master gone?"

Zhang Haohao twisted his body a little uncomfortable.

"Uncle doesn't know this, either."

Yun Dongliu shook his head slightly.

An Qisheng's reputation is so loud now that the second place on the ground is almost on par with his master. He didn't know that the old Taoist priest was a master far surpassing him.

However, he never regrets what he promised.

Especially he is the few who know the inside story of the battle, and knows that the old Taoist priest saved many martial arts people. The name of the Blood Demon is just a false accusation by others.

"Will Master come to find us?"

When the senior brother mentioned the master, Jiang Tingting immediately wanted to cry: "We are leaving, Master doesn't know where we are?"

"No, uncle and your master made an appointment."

Yun Dongliu wiped away the tears of the two little guys and asked one of the concierges to take the two little guys to rest.

As we traveled along the way, the role of these two little guys in the micro-martial arts was extremely limited.

I was so tired now.

"Brother Jiu, in the past half month, something big happened in the world..."

The concierge returned after relocating the horses and couldn't help but talk about what had happened over the past few days.

"I heard of it, but I don't know what it is."

Yun Dongliu's face looked a little solemn.

The news about Feng Qingxuan spread very quickly, and it spread throughout the world in almost half a month. Although he was busy rushing to travel, he was not isolated from the world. Naturally, he had heard some news.

But he was far away with two little guys, but he couldn't really inquire.

"The Demon Sect's Holy Son has great martial arts skills. Even Shi Wanlong from the Beggars' Sect was killed. It is said that he was smashed into pieces by a knife, and even his complete flesh could not be found..."

The concierge was a little cautious when talking about this.

Due to the repeated friction between the Chivalrous Sect and the Beggars' Sect, the Chivalrous Sect naturally has a very deep understanding of the Beggars' Sect.

Shi Wanlong is not only the elder of the Beggars' Sect, but also the apprentice of Wang Jianlong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect. He has become famous for 20 or 30 years and has had difficulties with the Chivalrous Sect.

At this time, they died so tragically that they naturally felt wary when they heard about this.

Yun Dongliu sat on the ground against the stone tablet, listening to the doorman telling the big events in the world over the past few days.

There is no high or low in the Chivalrous Sect. This gang and him are both of the same generation and control the Chivalrous Sect's intelligence system.

"Although Shi Wanlong's reputation is famous, his martial arts may not be as good as Ke Mengfan. It is not unfair to die at Feng Qingxuan's hands."

Yun Dongliu shook his head slightly.

The Beggars' Sect is one of the oldest gangs in history. Unfortunately, the Beggars' Sect has always been mixed with each other. Even the Beggars' Sect of this generation may not be the same as the Beggars' Sect hundreds of years ago. Although the name has been passed down.

The martial arts may not be passed down.

Wang Jianlong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, did not learn the martial arts of the Beggars' Sect, but the golden body horizontal practice taught by a strange man in the mountains.

After becoming the leader of the Beggars' Sect, he also absorbed the strengths of the martial arts of the Beggars' Sect and removed the desolation and retained the essence and formed a set of dragon-subduing palms.

The golden body was used to practice the Dragon Subduing Palm of the Dragon Subduing Palm, which established the reputation of the Beggars' Sect's gang.

In fact, he is the only one in the real pillar of the Beggars' Sect, and the rest are mostly unbearable people.

"With that being said, Feng Qing Xuanwu's skill should not be underestimated. He has already entered the top five on the newly released weapon list."

The concierge was amazed:

"The Six Prison Demon Lords became famous far less than he did."

"He won't be the second Pang Wanyang..."

Yun Dongliu was about to say something, but suddenly his heart moved.

Turning around, I saw a group of people coming from across the Great Long River, which was a hundred feet wide.

The group was wearing monk's robe and hat.

Before coming to the river, I didn't stop and stepped on the rolling river water, hiking across the river!

“That’s…”

The concierge also found someone outside the river:

"Are they monks? Are they monks from Huangjue Temple, or monks from Zhuanghun Temple, or monks from Langke?"

"Where are the masters who come from?"

Yun Dongliu's heart moved and shouted loudly.
To be continued...