The air flow blew in the empty third floor.
The landlady looked intently and saw that before the Taoist Wang Quan raised his glass from afar, there was already an old man with gray hair standing tall and tall with his hands behind his back, standing a few feet in front of him.
In front of and to the left and right of the old man stood a monk.
There was a middle-aged monk with a slanted cassock and a good-looking appearance. The monk had a complexion similar to that of King Kong. The air behind his head was dense, as if there was a small sun hidden inside.
His expression was graceful, as if the Buddha had stepped out from a temple sitting on a lotus platform.
The other one was an old monk who made people feel palpitated. He was short in stature, with dry skin, and the yellowing marks on it could still be seen faintly.
Opposite Taoist Wang Quan, a middle-aged man in blue shirt was sitting.
The middle-aged man had neither a sword nor a sword. His long hair hanging down from his waist was meticulously combed. The roots were black and smooth. His face looked like a knife. His eyes were long and narrow, and there seemed to be a thunderbolt in his eyes, which was breathtaking.
The world-shaking martial artist, Yan Kuangzu!
Living Buddha, Wheel-turning King!
Killing Arhat, Master Ikkyu!
Like the moon hanging in the sky, worship the real person on the moon!
Counting Taoist Wang Quan, this is already the top master among the five weapons!
Aren't the Mu Qingfeng and Pang Lao'er in those words the Sixth Hell Demon Lord Pang Wanyang, who ranks first or second in the weapons spectrum, and the Taibai Sword Immortal Mu Qingfeng?
Gudong!
The boss lady's throat rolled and she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
This movement was very subtle, but her face turned pale with fright, and the hand holding the small wine bottle started to shake as if convulsed.
It's not that she's not brave enough, it's that these people in front of her are too scary.
These few people can kill me thousands of times with just a few clicks of their fingers, let alone all of them?
Who can not be afraid, who can not be afraid?
"Amitabha."
Yixiu clasped his hands together and gave a slight salute: "Taoist Master, we meet again."
"That's good, that's good. I've heard about Zhenzhen's name for a long time, but now that I've seen him, he's really well-deserved."
The Wheel King smiled and saluted, but there was a ripple in his clear eyes.
He felt a familiar aura on the body of this Taoist Wang Quan.
"It's been a long time, Master."
An Qisheng drank the wine in his glass, felt the human skin rolls suddenly beating crazily in his sleeves, and smiled slightly:
"I have heard about the name of Wheel-turning King for a long time."
Master Bai Yue picked up the cup and looked at the greetings of several people with interest, smiling and saying nothing.
Kuangtu Yan was too lazy to be polite. He cupped his hands and sat down with Da Ma Jin Dao:
"Too many polite words appear too hypocritical. Those who want to sit sit down, and those who don't want to sit stand!"
"Brother Yan, please speak quickly."
The real person worshiping the moon smiled, and his laughter spread like the spring breeze.
Ikkyu and Wheel King just shook their heads slightly and took their seats.
The table is huge.
It was originally expected to have seats for seven people, but after a few people took their seats, there were still two empty seats.
At this time, a steady sound of footsteps came slowly.
Da da da~~~
A young man with spotless white clothes, long hair hanging down his shoulders, and no debris on his body, like an immortal, walked up the stairs.
This man in white has an extremely handsome appearance, and his breath is not cold, but as pure as a clear spring in the mountains.
He was also the only one who came with weapons.
The long, white fingers held a sheathed sword.
He slowly raised his head, and under his slender eyebrows, his eyes were as warm as water:
"Aren't you used to walking when you're used to walking up and down?"
"Brother Mu, you're fine."
The Wheel King put one hand on his chest and said hello with a smile. The two seemed to know each other well.
Mu Qingfeng nodded calmly:
"I've always been fine."
As he said that, he glanced at everyone one by one, resting on An Qisheng for a moment, and finally fell on Yixiu:
"But let the master take the lead."
"Amitabha."
Yixiu recited the Buddha's name softly, sighed slightly, and said calmly: "The old monk has never competed with others in his life. Three hundred years have passed. This time, it belongs to the old monk. No one can rob it, no one can compete! "
His voice was desolate and ancient, like a city wall covered with moss, but the words he spoke were so strong as never before, making Kuangtu Yan, Wheel King, and Master Yue all raise their eyebrows.
Except for the old eunuch hiding in the Dafeng King's City, Yixiu is undoubtedly the person who has lived the longest in the world.
It is said that this old monk was not the most outstanding person in the world two hundred years ago. He has lived for more than two hundred years, and generations of talented people have emerged, and generations of others have been suppressed.
Now, they are even more suppressed by Mu Qingfeng and Pang Wanyang.
However, this is only because he does not fight, not because he is not strong.
He has not fought with others for nearly three hundred years, and many people have forgotten why he was called a murderer two hundred years ago.
Such people, once they make up their minds, will fight with others.
No one in the world can stop it.
Mu Qingfeng was silent, but the long sword held in his palm shook slightly and reached out half an inch.
Huh~
It seemed like a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through the deep night.
The sound of swords that sounded like a dragon's roar instantly penetrated the entire hall on the third floor.
Suddenly, ice seemed to fall in the hall on the third floor, and even the air seemed to be frozen.
Ikkyu put his hands together, his expression as calm as ever, and softly recited the Buddha's name:
"Amitabha."
Buzz~
Like the ten-million-jin copper bell in the Huangjue Temple being rung!
Hong Zhongda Lu's Zen chant seemed to explode in everyone's hearts. In an instant, the aura of Yang Zhigang spread out and collided with the cold sword intent.
This old monk who has lived for nearly three hundred years actually practices Taiyang Wuji!
Kuangtu Yan, Zhenren Worshiping Moon, and King Chakravartin were not surprised, and felt slightly clear in their hearts.
Otherwise, he would not be so determined to win.
He cultivates the sun, and Pang Wanyang cultivates the taiyin.
The ultimate battle between the two is the one most likely to inspire that inspiration. In this regard, it has an advantage over everyone present.
The proprietress standing next to a few people felt a chill on her body and a slight heat on her thighs.
Incomparable shame and anger welled up in my heart, and my brain immediately went blank: It's over, I'm done, I've been completely humiliated.
"The rightful master has not yet arrived, so why should you two fight?"
At this time, a plain voice intervened between the two, like the starry sky encompassing the sun and the moon, instantly dissolving the tense atmosphere between the two.
At this moment, everyone present was slightly shocked.
The eyes of Mu Qingfeng and Yixiu also moved. Although the two had just tasted each other, but they could interrupt the collision between the two so easily, this Taoist Wang Quan...
Is this Tai Chi?
After resting his hands together, Mu Qingfeng lowered his half-inch unsheathed sword.
Immediately, the landlady was shaken.
A palm took the wine bottle in her hand and waved it slightly towards her.
"嘤~"
The landlady covered her hot face in shame and ran out of the third floor as if she was running away.
I couldn't help but feel a little grateful to this man.
In an instant, he secretly cursed himself for being cheap. Wasn't he the one who brought all these people in?
"Brother Mu, please sit down."
An Qisheng smiled slightly, tilted the wine bottle slightly, and a stream of clear wine had drawn arcs and fell into the cups of several people.
"The Way of Tai Chi..."
Mu Qingfeng's eyes flashed and he slowly sat down.
Although Kuangzu Yan was the only one who actually witnessed that scene on the top of King Quan Mountain, it was impossible for many powerful sects to not know about it.
However, he didn't pay much attention to it originally.
Whether it is Taiyin or Sun, there is no level at all. Even if the two are fused, they may not be stronger than the single Sun and Taiyin. But at this time, it seems that is not the case.
"As expected, Master Wang Quan..."
After Mu Qingfeng sat down, Yixiu murmured slightly, his voice was very low, and his meaning was unclear, which surprised several others.
An Qisheng, on the other hand, seemed to know something and didn't care.
Just said loudly:
"Comrades have arrived, why doesn't Brother Pang show up yet?"
The words floated in the wind and sand, but each word weighed as much as a thousand pounds, overwhelming the diffuse wind and sand.
A figure in green shirt appeared, coming slowly and unhurriedly from the wind and sand.
Pang Wanyang walked in the wind and sand, and Mrs. Bai Lian followed in the distance.
Hear An Qisheng's words.
Mrs. Bai Lian's expression changed and she couldn't help but say:
"Sect Master, no!"
Her senses are extremely sensitive, and she can feel the six powerful paths in the Hanlong Inn, which show their own momentum like the sun and the moon.
Taoist Wang Quan, Mu Qingfeng, Yixiu, Zhuanlunfa, Zhenyue Worshiper, Yan Kuangtu!
In front of these six earth-shattering masters, no one can remain colorless.
No one in the world can compete with the six top masters of the same level, not even Pang Wanyang.
But as her voice was blown away by the wind and sand, Pang Wanyang seemed unaware.
The steps under his feet were neither urgent nor slow, and his body shape did not change at all.
Just a pair of deep eyes became as bright as the morning sun, penetrating through the wind and sand ten miles away, and landed on the third floor of Hanlong Inn:
"The Taoist Master invited me twice. If Pang doesn't come, wouldn't he be losing the Taoist Master's face?"
A voice with a faint smile floated in the room.
Pang Wanyang moved with the wind, as if he had already traveled ten miles in one step.
The sudden airflow blew away the ubiquitous wind and sand, and also blew up his blue shirt and robe.
Xilulu~
In the lobby of the inn, the red horse, which was drinking wine and delicacies, let out a long neigh, as if it was greatly frightened.
The proprietress who had just rushed down from the third floor was startled by the horse's neighing. Just as she was about to curse, she saw Pang Wanyang walking towards her.
'Pang, Pang Wanyang...'
Her pupils shrank and she guessed the identity of the visitor. The proprietress felt her body soften and fell into the corner.
Regardless of Yixiu or Mu Qingfeng, he was an upright elder from a well-known family. Although she was afraid, she didn't think they would kill her.
But this is Pang Wanyang!
According to legend, the world's number one demon has dominated the world for decades, the demon king who rules over tens of thousands of demons from the six hell demon sects, the demon king, the peerless demon!
Seeing Pang Wanyang walking towards him, the proprietress rolled her eyes and fainted.
The last thought before I passed out was: Mom, I must be a good person and never show up in public again. This is too scary.
Tap tap tap~~~
On the third floor, hearing the sound of neither high nor low footsteps, the eyes of six people dropped at the same time.
Pang Wanyang stepped up to the third floor.
Facing six great masters of the same level as him, he squeezed the wine glass left for him with a slight squeeze of his palm.
After drinking it all, his voice and long hair rose together:
"The wine is gone, fellow Taoists,
Who comes first? "
