Great Dao Ji

The air was blowing in the empty third floor.

The proprietress looked closely and saw that the Taoist Wang Quan was holding his cup in the distance. A few feet in front of him, there was already an old man with gray hair standing with his hands behind his back. He was tall and straight, and had a rebellious aura.

In front of the old man, there was a monk on each side.

A middle-aged monk with a cassock draped over his face and a kind face. The monk's skin was like a diamond, and the air behind his head was misty, as if a small sun was hidden.

His demeanor was graceful, like a Buddha sitting on a lotus platform in a temple.

The other one was an old monk who made people feel uneasy. He was short and had dry skin, and you could still see faint yellow spots on it.

Opposite the Taoist Wang Quan, there was a middle-aged man in a blue shirt sitting at this time.

The middle-aged man had no sword or knife. His waist-length hair was combed meticulously, and each strand was black, shiny and smooth. His face was sharp, and his eyes were narrow and long. There seemed to be thunder in his eyes, which was breathtaking.

The world-shaking warrior, Yan Kuangtu!

The living Buddha, the King of the Wheel!

The killing arhat, Master Ikkyu!

The moon was hanging in the air, the Moon Worshipping Immortal!

Including Taoist Wang Quan, this is already the top five great masters on the weapon list!

The Mu Qingfeng and Pang Laoer in the voice, aren’t they the Six Hell Demon Lord Pang Wanyang, who ranked first and second on the weapon list, and the Taibai Sword Immortal Mu Qingfeng?

Gulp!

The proprietress rolled her throat and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

This action was very subtle, but she was frightened and her face turned pale, and the hand holding the small wine pot began to tremble like a convulsion.

It's not that she is not brave enough, but that the people in front of her are too terrifying.

These few people can kill me thousands of times with just a flick of their fingers, let alone all of them?

Who wouldn't be afraid, who wouldn't be terrified?

"Amitabha."

Ikkyu put his hands together and bowed slightly: "Master, we meet again."

"Well done, well done, I have heard of your great name for a long time, and now I see you, it is indeed well-deserved."

The Wheel King bowed with a smile, but there was a ripple in his clear eyes.

He felt a familiar breath on the body of this Taoist Wang Quan.

"Master, long time no see."

An Qisheng drank the wine in the cup, felt the human skin roll suddenly jumping wildly in his sleeves, and smiled again:

"I have heard of the name of the Wheel King for a long time."

The Moon Worshiping Master picked up the cup by himself, watched the greetings of several people with interest, and smiled without saying a word.

Yan Kuangtu was too lazy to be polite. He bowed and sat down with a big horse and golden sword:

"Too many polite words will make you look too hypocritical. Those who want to sit down can sit down, and those who don't want to sit down can stand!"

"Brother Yan is quick to speak."

The Moon Worshipping Master laughed, and his laughter was like a spring breeze.

Ikkyu and the Wheel King just shook their heads slightly and sat down.

The table was very big.

It was originally expected to seat seven people. After several people sat down, there were still two empty seats.

At this time, a steady footsteps came slowly.

Da Da Da~~~

A young man in white clothes, with long hair hanging down to his shoulders and nothing on him, like a banished immortal, walked up the stairs.

This man in white was extremely handsome, and his breath was cool but not cold, but pure like a spring in the mountains.

He was also the only one who came with a weapon.

The slender white five fingers held a long sword with a sheath.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes were as gentle as water under his long eyebrows:

"You are used to going high and high, so you are not used to walking?"

"Brother Mu, how are you?"

The Wheel King put one hand on his chest and greeted him with a smile. The two seemed to be familiar with each other.

Mu Qingfeng nodded indifferently:

"I have always been very good."

As he spoke, his eyes swept over everyone one by one, stayed on An Qisheng for a moment, and finally landed on Yixiu:

"But the master got there first."

"Amitabha."

Yixiu chanted the Buddha's name softly, sighed slightly, and said lightly: "The old monk has never competed with anyone in his life. Three hundred years have passed. This time, it should be the old monk's. No one can grab it, no one can compete with it!"

His voice was desolate and ancient, like a mossy wall, but the words he said were unprecedentedly strong, which made Yan Kuangtu, the Wheel King, and the Moon Worshiping Master all raise their eyebrows.

Apart from the old eunuch hidden in the Dafeng King 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 one in the world two hundred years ago. He has lived for more than two hundred years. There have been talented people in every generation, but he has been suppressed by others.

Now, he is 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. Many people have forgotten why he was called the killing arhat two hundred years ago.

Such a person, once he is determined to fight with others.

No one in the world can stop him.

Mu Qingfeng said nothing, but the long sword held in his palm shook slightly and extended half an inch.

Swish~

It seemed that a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in the deep night.

The long sound of the sword, like a dragon's roar, instantly penetrated the entire third floor hall.

In an instant, ice seemed to fall in the third floor hall, and even the air seemed to be frozen.

Ikkyu clasped his hands together, his expression as calm as ever, and chanted the Buddha's name softly:

"Amitabha."

Om~

It was like the sound of a copper bell weighing tens of millions of pounds hanging high in the Huangjue Temple!

The chanting of the Zen that sounded like a huge bell seemed to explode in everyone's heart. In an instant, the most yang and strong breath spread out and collided with the cold sword intent.

This old monk who has lived for nearly three hundred years actually cultivated the Sun Wuji!

Yan Kuangtu, Baiyue Zhenren, and Zhuanlun Wang were not surprised, but understood it slightly in their hearts.

Otherwise, he would not be so determined.

He cultivated the sun, and Pang Wanyang cultivated the moon.

The battle between the two at the peak is the most likely to inspire that inspiration, which is more advantageous than everyone present.

The proprietress standing next to several people felt a chill on her body and a slight heat on her thighs.

Incomparable shame and anger surged in her heart, and her brain went blank immediately: It's over, I, I've lost my face.

"The real master hasn't arrived yet, why are you two fighting?"

At this time, a plain voice inserted between the two, like the starry sky encompassing the sun and the moon, instantly dissolving the tense atmosphere between the two.

At this moment, the hearts of several people present were slightly shaken.

Mu Qingfeng and Yixiu's eyes also moved. Although the two of them only tasted it briefly, this Wang Quan Taoist could interrupt the collision between the two so easily.

Is this Tai Chi?

Yixiu put down his clasped hands, and Mu Qingfeng's half-inch long sword fell back.

Then, the proprietress was shocked.

A hand took the wine pot in her hand and waved it at her slightly.

"嘤~"

The proprietress covered her hot face with shame and ran out of the third floor as if escaping.

I couldn't help but feel a little grateful to this Taoist.

In a moment, he secretly cursed himself for being cheap. Aren't all these people recruited by him?

"Brother Mu, please sit down."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, tilted the wine pot 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 sat down slowly.

Although only Yan Kuangtu witnessed the scene on the top of Wangquan Mountain, many major sects and forces could not have been unaware of it.

However, he did not take it too seriously at first.

Whether it is Taiyin or Taiyang, there is no difference in superiority. Even if the two are merged, they may not be stronger than the single Taiyin and Taiyin, but it seems that this is not the case now.

"As expected, Taoist Wangquan"

After Mu Qingfeng sat down, Yixiu murmured slightly, his voice was very small, and his meaning was unclear, which surprised the others.

However, An Qisheng seemed to know something and did not care.

He just said loudly:

"All fellow Taoists have arrived, Brother Pang, why don't you show up?"

The voice floated in the wind and sand, but every word was as heavy as a thousand pounds, overwhelming the diffuse wind and sand.

A figure in green clothes appeared in the wind and sand.

Pang Wanyang paced in the wind and sand, and Madam Bailian followed him not far away.

Hearing An Qisheng's words.

Madam Bai Lian's face changed, and she couldn't help but say:

"Master, don't do that!"

Her sensitivity was extremely sensitive, and she could feel the six powerful and unparalleled people in Hanlong Inn, showing their own momentum as bright as the sun and the moon.

Taoist Wang Quan, Mu Qingfeng, Yixiu, King Zhuanlun, Baiyue Zhenren, Yan Kuangtu!

In front of these six earth-shaking masters, no one could not change color.

In the world, no one could compete with six top masters of the same level, even Pang Wanyang.

But Pang Wanyang seemed to be unaware of her voice, even though her voice was blown away by the wind and sand.

His steps were neither fast nor slow, and his figure did not change at all.

But a pair of deep eyes became as bright as the morning sun, penetrating dozens of miles of wind and sand, and fell on the third floor of Hanlong Inn:

"The Taoist priest invited me twice. If Pang doesn't come, wouldn't it be a loss of face for the Taoist priest?"

A voice with a faint smile floated in between.

Pang Wanyang moved with the wind, and it seemed that he had already traveled more than ten miles in one stride.

The sudden airflow blew down the ubiquitous sand and also blew up his long green robe.

Sigh~

In the lobby of the inn, the red horse that was drinking wine and delicacies let out a long neigh, as if it was greatly frightened.

The proprietress who had just run down from the third floor was startled by the horse's neigh. Just as she was about to curse, she saw Pang Wanyang walking over.

‘Pang, Pang Wanyang’

The proprietress' pupils shrank, guessing the identity of the person who came, she felt her body soften, and fell into the corner with a ‘pop’.

Whether it was Ikkiu or Mu Qingfeng, they were both elders of famous and upright sects. Although she was afraid, she didn't think they would kill her.

But this was Pang Wanyang!

The world's number one demon who had dominated the world for decades in the legend, the demon lord who commanded the millions of demons of the Six Hells Demon Sect, the demon king, the peerless demon!

Seeing Pang Wanyang walking towards her, the proprietress rolled her eyes and fainted on the ground.

Her last thought before fainting was: I must become a good woman and never show my face again, this is too scary.

Tap, tap, tap~~~

On the third floor, listening to the sound of footsteps, the eyes of six people dropped at the same time.

Pang Wanyang stepped onto the third floor.

Facing six masters of the same level as him, he squeezed his palm slightly and had already grasped the wine glass left for him.

After drinking it all, his voice and long hair rose together:

"The wine is finished, fellow Taoists,

Who will go first?"

This chapter was very difficult to write, it took five hours and was very painful.