Grandmaster of Heroes

Wangjing is the capital of the northern part of Xiangbei, where tall buildings and dense populations make it the most developed city in the whole of Xiangbei.

Xiangbei has many talents. From ancient times to the present, it is unknown how many heroes are outstanding here, and Wangjing is the gathering point of the top talents.

There are too many families and big families in this place, such as old tree packing, intertwined branches, and intricacy.

In front of the Gongsun Mansion, Yan Xuankong flicked the cicada wing knife, and the sound of the knife whispered slightly, and suddenly a thin sound made. This sound was like a spring breeze running into all things. In a short time, it covered the huge building of Gongsun Mansion. group.

"The sound of this cicada wing knife is really thorough."

Behind Yan Xuankong, Lu Shengan praised.

Lu Shengan's eyes were dull at this time, his hands were empty, and he didn't see anything. If the person he didn't know met, at most he thought he was a teaching teacher, and there was no trace of the high weight of the mayor of Anshi.

"The day I wait for you to succeed, I hope this day does not come too late."

Yan Xuankong raised his eyebrows. The master was most lonely and his opponent was hard to find.

"The guru came to the hut, and he was far away."

In just a minute or two, the door of Gongsun Mansion suddenly opened, and a light blue figure appeared behind the door. Dozens of people in different costumes walked through the door and stood together on both sides of the entrance.

These people are full of energy and spirit. With Yan Xuankong's eyesight for many years, it is naturally clear that these people are at least expert-level cultivators. The battle of the Gongsun family is really not small.

The pale blue figure who spoke was a man forty years old, who was the helm of the generation of the Gongsun family, Gongsun Xiangyang.

"Brother Yan" Gongsun Xiangyang's words came out, he quickly closed his mouth, and said again: "Master Yan".

His face was bitter, and he looked at the competitors of the same level in the past, and went further and further. Now, he has reached an unattainable level.

"Xiangyang, it doesn't have to be this way, this trip is just to find your ancestor Sun Kang to deal with a few things," Yan Xuankong said quietly. All the past has passed, and one competitor after another has fallen behind. Today, only the same level Some people only need to pay attention to Yan Xuankong. There are not many people who can make him look up below four grand masters.

"Yan Xuankong, block my house, you must not deceive people too much."

A sharp voice ran through the ears, only listening to the human voice, but no one was seen.

"Gongsun Kang, that day you bullied me at Hushan, the thing is over, you don't do anything shameful, and I won't pursue it" Yan Xuankong said with a smile: "Sheng An, let's talk next."

Lu Shengan nodded, his eyes penetrating the highest building of Gongsun Mansion. In that place, several ancient osmanthus trees stood against the wind. Now it is the flowers blooming, the sweet osmanthus fragrance refreshes the heart, and a small loft is surrounded by the floral fragrance.

"Sheng'an has been blessed by the three strokes of the master, but now his wounds are healed, but he wants to discuss with Gongsun Kang."

Lu Shengan narrowed his eyes. He was fierce to the outside, but kept a hint of warmth at home. In Dongyue, he had the name of a master, but his record was not obvious.

Some families and big families have violated his government decree Yang Fengyin and bargained. If there is no such thing as Wangjing, Lu Shengan would not believe it.

Gongsun Kang was the object of the knife test.

"If you want to fight, then fight, as long as Yan Xuankong does not intervene, the primary master of the district is not in my eyes."

In the small loft, Gongsun Kang's white hair and white beard flew, and his anger grew worse.

"You can rest assured that I won't intervene in the matter of Shengan."

Yan Xuankong smiled and laughed. The battle of masters was only a few strokes, which was of great benefit to Lu Shengan. Moreover, he and Lu Shengan had not seen for many years, and it was not clear who Lu Shengan was.

This time, he came to warn Gongsun Kang, and second, he wanted to watch Lu Shengan and Gongsun Kang fight against each other.

The guru of the same level is not as good as him, not that there is no place for him to learn from them.

Yan Xuankong's shadowless knife is very famous. Like his old man Yan Xingxia, he is also famous. The shadowless knife is self-contained. If he wants to succeed, he will still have too many things that he lacks.

Only with constant reference and perfection as possible can he get out of Yan Xingxia's ancestors.

"So, then take the trick."

In the attic, the voice was no longer sharp, and there was a dragon yell, and the fierce crescent shed its sheath.

Lu Shengan kicked his feet, the figure disappeared from the ground instantly, and there were crackling sounds in the air.

Gongsun Xiangyang looked up and could only see two groups of light and shadow, one white and one green collided with each other, intertwined, the master's eyesight was still not enough in front of the master and other battles, he was gentle, like a big harrier, fluttering He could only look closer if he was closer.

This is true of Gongsun Xiangyang, not to mention the dozens of other levels of cultivators who all looked up and could only see the blue light and dazzling light.

Occasionally, there were sharp collisions, such as heavy hammering on the heart.

Yan Xuankong is the only person who can stand still. His eagle eyes are like swords, penetrating light and shadow, and watching carefully.

Bai Guang is Gong Sun Kang, Qing Guang is Lu Shengan.

Every attack of Gongsun Kang's fierce crest can assassinate nearly a hundred directions. The trick is true. If there is a wooden pile in front, under one stroke, the wooden pile will be cut into hundreds of large pieces of wood.

Lu Shengan's body was surrounded by blue light, like a blue dragon around a column, and every blow he surrounded~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Gongsun Kang's every blow was just a collision with that blue light, Yan Xuankong looked carefully and saw out Lu Shengan was holding a cyan soft sword, and the soft sword was tumbling or jumping in his hand, as the arm directed, flexible, it was like the thunder that received the anger, just like the Jianghai condensing the blue light.

Those who are good at swords may not be good at soft swords, and those who are good at soft swords will definitely be long swords.

Lu Sheng'an's soft sword is his own family. Now in Dongyue, there are not many people who can really make a soft sword.

At the beginning, it was just white light that pressed the blue light. After a short time, the blue light turned out to be Dasheng, pushing back the white light repeatedly.

"Bang"

When Bai Guang stepped back to the attic, the attic suddenly collapsed, sawdust flew, and there were twigs of osmanthus broken, white flowers fluttered, and pieces of white cloth fell.

Gongsun Xiangyang looked at it carefully and recognized at a glance that it was their old ancestor Gongkang's clothes. His heart was anxious and dry, but there was no way to do it. The battle of the masters could not intervene at all.

"Master Yan, look," Gongsun Xiangyang saluted for advice.

"Gongsun Kang, lost"

Yan Xuankong said faintly. Sure enough, his words just fell off.

The white shadow in the air exploded and retreated, as long as the master did not fight, he would have to live and die with each other at one and a half. It is difficult.

Gongsun Kang stumbled to the ground, his hair disheveled, his white clothes were already broken, and there were vague bloodstains on several parts of his body. The fierce crooked sword held in his hand and shivered more than once.

"I lost."

He was ashamed and lost. Two days ago, the newly recruited guru who could not support the three moves, but now, with only a hundred moves, the two actually scored.

He lost and Lu Shengan won.

After the Yangtze River waves push forward waves.

The world of the new generation is here.

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