The Great Tao Chronicle

The air was blowing in the empty third floor.

The proprietress looked intently, and saw that the Daoist Wang Quan raised his glass in the distance, and in front of him, there was already another tall, tall, tall, gray-haired old man standing with his hands behind him.

In front of the old man, on the left and right, stood a monk.

A middle-aged monk with a sloping cassock and a thick face, the monk's complexion is like a diamond, and the air behind his head seems to be hiding a small sun.

His demeanor was graceful, like a Buddha sitting on a lotus pedestal in a temple stepping out.

The other is an old, heart-pounding old monk, short in stature, with shriveled skin, and faint yellow marks on it.

On the opposite side of Daoist Wang Quan, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt was sitting.

The middle-aged man had no sword or sword, his long hair hanging down at his waist was meticulously combed, the roots were black and smooth, his face was cut like a knife, his eyes were long and narrow, and there seemed to be a thunderbolt in the light, which was captivating.

World-shaking martial artist, Yan fanatic!

Living Buddha, King of Wheels!

Killing Arhats, Master Yixiu!

Like the moon hanging in the sky, worship the real person of the moon!

Counting Daoist Wangquan, this is already the top grandmaster on the five weapons spectrum!

Mu Qingfeng and Pang Laoer in those voices, isn't it, Pang Wanyang, the Demon Lord of Six Prisons, who is ranked No. 1 or 2 on the weapon spectrum, and Mu Qingfeng, the Taibai Sword Immortal?

Gudong!

The proprietress's throat rolled, and she couldn't help swallowing.

This movement was very subtle, but her face turned pale with fright, and the hand holding the small wine jug also trembled as if in the wind.

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

These few people can kill themselves thousands of times with a single touch of a finger, let alone all of them?

Who is not afraid, who is not afraid?

"Amitabha."

Yixiu folded his hands together and saluted slightly: "Daoist, we meet again."

"Good, good, I have heard the name of the real person for a long time, and now I see it, and it really lives up to its reputation."

The wheel-turning king smiled and saluted, but there was a ripple in the clear eyes.

He felt a familiar aura on this Daoist Wang Quan.

"It's been a long time, Master."

An Qisheng drank his glass of wine, felt the human skin roll in his sleeve robes beating wildly, and smiled again:

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

The real person worshiping the moon raised the cup on his own, looked at the few people with interest and smiled without saying a word.

But Yan Kuang didn't bother to be so polite. He folded his hands and sat down with a golden sword:

"Too many polite words, it seems too hypocritical, those who are willing to sit, and those who do not want to sit and stand!"

"Brother Yan, speak quickly."

The real person Baiyue smiled, and the laughter was like a spring breeze.

Yixiu and Wheel King just shook their heads slightly and took their seats.

The table is huge.

I was expecting a seat for seven people, but after a few people were seated, there were still two seats left.

At this moment, the sound of steady footsteps came slowly.

da da da~~~

A young man in white clothes, spotless, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, and no sundries, walked up the stairs like a banished immortal.

This man in white has a handsome appearance, his breath is clear and cool, not cold, but as pure as a clear spring in the mountains.

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

The slender and fair five fingers held a long sword with a sheath.

He slowly raised his head, under his slender eyebrows, his eyes were as warm as water:

"Aren't you used to walking when you're used to going up and down?"

"Brother Mu, stay safe."

The King of Wheels placed one hand on his chest and greeted with a smile. The two seemed to be acquainted.

Mu Qingfeng nodded indifferently:

"I've always been fine."

As he said that, his eyes swept over the people one by one, stayed on An Qisheng for a moment, and finally landed on Yixiu:

"But let the master take the lead."

"Amitabha."

Yixiu recited the Buddha's name lightly, sighed slightly, and said lightly: "The old monk has never competed with others in his life, and it has been three hundred years in a flash. This time, it should be the old monk's, and no one can rob or fight! "

His voice was desolate and ancient, like a city wall full of moss, but the words he said were unprecedentedly strong, causing Yan Kuangtu, Wheel Wheel King, and Praying Man to raise their eyebrows in unison.

Apart from the old **** hidden in the Dafeng King City, Yixiu was undoubtedly the longest living person in the world.

It is said that this old monk was not the most outstanding one in the rivers and lakes two hundred years ago. He has lived for more than two hundred years, and there are talented people from generation to generation.

Now, Mu Qingfeng and Pang Wanyang were pressed together.

However, this is only because he is incompetent, 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 the Killing Arhat two hundred years ago.

Such a person, once made up his mind to fight with others.

In the world, no one can stop it.

Mu Qingfeng was silent, but the long sword that he held in his palm shook slightly, protruding half an inch.

shuh~

It seemed like a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the darkness of the night.

The long, dragon-like sound of sword chirping instantly pierced through the entire third-floor hall.

In an instant, there seemed to be ice in the hall on the third floor, and it seemed that even the air was frozen.

Yixiu folded his hands together, his expression was as calm as before, and he gently recited the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha."

hum~

It was as if the 10,000-pound copper bell in the high-hanging Huangjue Temple was ringing!

Hong Zhong Dalu's chanting chanting seemed to explode in the hearts of everyone, and in an instant, the aura of the most yang and just spread out and collided with the cold sword intent.

This old monk who has lived for nearly three hundred years turned out to be Sun Wuji!

Yan Kuangtu, Daoyue Zhenren, but the three wheel runner kings were not surprised, they were slightly aware of it.

Otherwise, he would not be so determined to win.

He cultivates the sun, and Pang Wanyang cultivates the yin.

The battle between the two is the most likely to inspire that kind of inspiration, which has an advantage over everyone present.

The proprietress standing beside a few people felt cold on her body and slightly warm on her thighs.

Incomparable shame and anger welled up in my heart, and my mind went blank: it's over, my mother, my face is completely disgraced.

"The main lord hasn't arrived yet, why should the two fight?"

At this moment, a flat voice inserted between the two, as if the starry sky embraced the sun and the moon, instantly dissolving the tension between the two.

This time, the hearts of several people present were slightly shaken.

The eyes of Mu Qingfeng and Yixiu also moved. Although the two were only just tasting it, they were able to interrupt the collision between the two so freely.

Is this Tai Chi?

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

Immediately, the proprietress was shocked.

One palm took the jug from her hand and waved it slightly towards her.

"Hey~"

The proprietress covered her hot face in shame and ran out of the third floor as if she were running away.

I couldn't help but feel grateful for this man.

In the blink of an eye, he secretly scolded himself for being cheap. Isn't he the one who brought all these people?

"Brother Mu, please sit down."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, the jug tilted slightly, and a clear drink 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.

The scene at the top of Wangquan Mountain, although only Yan Kuangzhe really witnessed it, but it is impossible for many major sects to not know about it.

It's just that he didn't take it too seriously.

Whether it is Taiyin or the Sun, there is no high or low. Even if the two are merged, it may not be stronger than a single Sun and Taiyin, but it seems that this is not the case at this time.

"As expected, Daoist Wangquan..."

After Mu Qingfeng was seated, Yixiu murmured a little, his voice was very small, and his meaning was unclear, which surprised several others.

On the other hand, An Qisheng seemed to know something and didn't care.

Just said aloud:

"Everyone has arrived, brother Pang hasn't shown up yet?"

The voice was erratic in the wind and sand, but the words were as heavy as a thousand pounds, overwhelming the pervading wind and sand.

A blue-robed figure appeared in the wind and sand.

Pang Wanyang was pacing in the wind and sand, and Mrs. Bai Lian followed not far away.

Hear An Qisheng's words.

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

"Sect Master is impossible!"

Her senses were extremely sensitive, and she could feel that the six paths in the Hanlong Inn were unparalleled, showing her aura like the sun and the moon.

Daoist Wangquan, Mu Qingfeng, Yixiu, Wheel-turning King, Praying Moon Master, Yan Kuangsu!

In front of such six earth-shattering masters, no one can be unfazed.

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

But letting her voice be blown away by the wind and sand, Pang Wanyang didn't realize it.

The steps under his feet are not too slow or slow, and there is no change in his body shape.

It's just that a pair of deep eyes became bright as the rising sun, piercing the sand for more than ten miles, and landed on the third floor of Hanlong Inn:

"The Daoist invited him twice. If Pang didn't come, wouldn't he lose the Daoist's face?"

A voice with a faint smile drifted between.

Pang Wanyang moved with the wind, as if he had already taken a dozen miles between his steps.

The sudden gust of air blew down the ubiquitous wind and sand, and also blew up his azure robe.

soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

In the lobby of the inn, a long neigh came from the red horse, which was drinking delicious food and wine, as if it had been greatly frightened.

The proprietress, who had just run down from the third floor, was startled by the horse's neigh, and was about to scold when she saw Pang Wanyang pacing.

'Pang, Pang Wanyang...'

Her pupils shrank, and she guessed the identity of the person who came. The proprietress only felt her body soften, and the 'paja' fell into the corner.

It doesn't matter if it's a break~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mu Qingfeng is a respectable and respectable elder. Although she is afraid, she doesn't think they will kill her.

But this is Pang Wanyang!

Legend has it that the world's No. 1 devil who has dominated the world for decades, the devil who rules over ten million devils of the Six Prison Demon Sect, the devil, and the peerless devil!

Looking at Pang Wanyang who was pacing, the proprietress rolled her eyes and fell to the ground.

My last thought before I passed out was: Mother, I must be good and never show my face again, it's scary.

step, step, step~~~

On the third floor, listening to the footsteps that were neither high nor low, the eyes of the six fell at the same time.

Pang Wanyang stepped up to the third floor.

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

After drinking it, the voice and long hair rose together:

"The wine has run out, fellow Daoists,

Who will come first? "