"Dare you dare?!"

There were angry and violent words, accompanied by the sound of the ancient sword, and roared.

There is a sword that breaks through the sky from Wudang Mountain thousands of miles away.

Leaning in front of Xu Zhihu.

Huang He arrived in Beiliang, and a young Taoist priest fell like a meteor, instantly landing in the osmanthus garden.

Even the assassin who was tenacious and had the intention to die, jumped down from the osmanthus tree and was stunned.

A flying sword instantly shattered the dark sword in his hand.

The ancient fairy sword hung strangely in the air.

Not long after, a Taoist priest who was not a year old appeared in front of him instantly.

This Taoist acted even more incredible. Looking southeast, he said angrily:

"Zhao Xuansu, do you believe it or not? I, Hong Xixiang, can cut off your Zhao family's luck with one sword!"

As he finished speaking, the ancient sword disappeared in an instant.

In front of the mountain gate, the sword sheath fell from the sky and fell from the sky to the earth.

Immediately afterwards, the ancient sword flew over and happened to return to the scabbard.

When the ancient sword was sheathed, the entire Longhu Mountain vibrated.

Then, although there were no traces of immortals, there were sounds of immortals coming:

"Zhao Huangchao, believe me or not, Hong Xixiang can cut off your Zhao family's luck with one sword!"

After saying that, the Dragon Pond Qiluo Lotus had withered nine flowers in an instant!

Although Zhao Huangchao was dead and his soul was scattered, he left behind many secret chess and many means before his death.

Xu Qianqiu's butterfly effect allowed Xu Zhihu to escape the assassination of Jiangnan and return to Beiliang, but he was inevitably subject to this disaster.

Even if the swordsman Yuan Tingshan is gone, there will be the next Yuan Tingshan.

Hong Xixiang and Lu Zu were reincarnated. With just one glance, he saw through the identity of the visitor and angrily killed Longhu Mountain's fortune.

The Tianshi Mansion ancestral hall, many ancestors who have been worshipped for a hundred or thousands of years, and many tablets have fallen to the ground one after another.

On Longhu Mountain, a middle-aged Taoist was furious and looked at the Demon-Slaying Platform and shouted:

"Hong Xixiang, I don't know whether you are reincarnated by Lu Dongxuan or Qi Xuanzhen's reincarnation, but if you act so against the will of heaven, aren't you afraid of the heavenly disaster?!"

The immortal spoke again, like the sky thunder of the sky, landed on the Demon-Slaying Platform, and came from afar:

"The practice of the small path has reached seven hundred cold and hot springs, and what can I do to me if I am just a disaster?!"

Beiliang, Osmanthus Garden.

More than a hundred masters from all directions were waiting for the battle. As long as there was a slight movement at this moment, they could be smashed into pieces.

If you miss a single blow, you will never have another chance.

Before the young Taoist priest could take action, the black-clothed assassin was bleeding from his seven orifices.

After gritting his teeth, he broke through the wall, retreated again and again, and his liver and gallbladder were ruptured.

Soon, someone broke his hands and feet and pressed him to the prison.

All the rest of the people surrounded the young Taoist priest.

The safe and sound little maid Erqiao pulled the sleeve of the woman in front of her and said blankly:

"Miss, is that a god from heaven?"

Xu Zhihu had red eyes and turned his head away, not looking at the young Wudang master uncle.

This little Taoist priest riding a blue bird was born today, which was the first time Ping was angry.

Xu Zhihu was angry as if a little woman was angry and said:

"What kind of god is just a stinky Taoist priest from Wudang Mountain."

When riding a crane to Beiliang, the young Taoist priest kept saying that even the heavenly disaster was extremely disdainful.

However, at this moment, a hint of uneasiness appeared, which made the maid Er Qiao quite puzzled.

A big yellow crane slowly fell down, stopped in the yard, blowing countless osmanthus off.

Finally, Xu Zhihu turned his head and asked in a deep voice:

"What are you doing in Beiliang?"

Erqiao saw that the Taoist priest blushed and wanted to speak but stopped.

She thought to herself, this fairy Taoist priest is too thin, right?

Xu Zhihu turned his head slowly and asked:

"Who are you?"

This youngest uncle in Wudang Mountain has always been highly expected and carried the way of heaven on his shoulders.

At this moment, he was shy and whispered: "I am Hong Xixiang."

Xu Zhihu repeatedly asked, "What are you doing in Beiliang?"

The young Taoist priest finally raised his courage and said:

"That year at Lotus Peak, you said you wanted to ride a crane."

She turned her back to the coward.

This Taoist, who entered the realm of the land gods and immortals, said with a sword, cut off the luck of the Zhao family king's dynasty, took a deep breath and said with a smile:

"Xu Zhihu, I like you!"

The voice is finally no longer cowardly and full of energy.

"Whether you believe it or not, or find it absurd, I have liked you for more than seven hundred years."

"So, no one in this world has liked you for longer than I do."

"I will still like you in the next life."

The maid Erqiao blinked her watery eyes, her little head was covered in a mess, and she only saw the lady covering her mouth, crying and laughing.

This makes me even less understandable!

It seems that the lady said that she is young and ignorant, so it should be true.

The young Taoist priest slowly stretched out his hand and said softly:

"Where do you want to go, I'll accompany you."

On this day, the young Wudang master rode a crane to Beiliang and rode a crane away from the world with Xu Zhihu.

The immortal rode a crane to Beiliang, and then entered the world and left the world.

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His Royal Highness and his group have already climbed to Wudi City to watch the battle, with a very good view.

The child with a strange identity calculated his fingers and his face was pale.

He smashed the wine bowl in his hand, smashed the wine jar, overturned the wine table, rolled on the road, and made a fuss.

I burst into tears and snot, and I cried heartbrokenly, looking extremely pitiful.

Looking at it, it gives people the feeling that it is like the flower-picking father on the horse's back, who is now slaughtered by someone's head and crying like losing his own father.

The little brat rolled on the ground, covered in dust, finally put his hips on his hips, stood in the middle of the road, faced the southwest, wiped away the tears, and cursed:

"Damn Zhao Huangchao, you bastard, are not authentic in your work.

Even if you die, why are you still competing with Longhu Mountain?

Back then, the Tianshi Mansion did not let the woman you like go up the mountain to burn incense. Are you so thrifty now?

Also, Lu Zu, you shameless, the younger generation is fighting, what are you, an old guy who has been practicing Taoism for several lifetimes?

Don’t think that you are Lu Zu, so I dare not scold you behind my back.

Of course, I am justifying you, don’t fight me!

Nine fortune lotus, nine!

I have only a little bit of my family’s wealth, and I’ve been chasing you all over. Is it easy for me to be thrifty and manage my family for the rest of my life?

Is it easy?!!!”

At the end of the day, I was sobbing and choking, and my little shoulders were trembling and trembling.

If it is true, those who hear it cry, and those who see it are sad.

Xu Qianqiu glanced back at the direction of Longhu Mountain, looking gloating.
To be continued...