Ye Chen seemed to be bland, but it contained extreme domineering and decisive decisiveness, and it was Chen Lao who could not help changing it.

After watching him leave, Chen Laocai sighed, "Hey, it's going to be messy again, Tiandian, I hope you don't go too far."

"Head, do you think he is the opponent of Tiandian?"

Qin Xiaotian could not help asking.

He knows more about Tiandian than Ye Chen, an outsider. Tiandian has always been low-key and mysterious. For fifty years, he has hardly interfered with outside affairs.

Because they are proud and overbearing.

Because the so-called warriors outside the world can't look down on them, even his madman Zhongnanhai, who is the third in the list, still doesn't get into their eyes.

Ordinary jumping beam clowns were handled by the Wu League in the past.

This time it was Ye Chen who drew too big a basket, so that Tiandian focused on him.

Facing Qin Xiaotian's doubts, Chen Lao slightly shook his head: "This son is different from ordinary people, and his hole cards are endless. I don't think it is a wise decision for Tiandian to provoke him."

He confessed to reading countless people, but could not see through Ye Chen.

"I agree that Ye Nankang has enough strength to enter the Temple of Heaven."

Qin Xiaotian smiled bitterly: "But don't forget who the Tiandian is, the master of the Tiandian is Guan Shanyue, if he shoots ..."

"Is the martial art myth a hundred years ago?"

Chen Lao looked intently and then murmured: "Niu Qingshan, when will you endure this sick dragon? One hundred years ago, you Niu Batian, known as the closest to the martial arts myth, now Really can't stand anymore? "

Time goes backwards.

One hundred years ago, four Tianjiao were born in the sky, and they were invincible, and their glory almost made the martial arts circles in China look up. Even Xue Feng and his contemporaries did not dare to look directly at their edge.

Since then, the four have disappeared. What outsiders don't know is that one of them returned to the Temple of Heaven, the other returned to Dragon Soul, and the remaining two were disarmed and returned to the field, one sitting in the magic capital and one sitting on Hong Kong Island.

...

Changbai Mountain Tianchi.

The old peasant was still sitting and fishing by the lake, and the old cow beside him was lying on the ground and kept sticking his tongue out and licking a jug, his eyes were drunk and drunk.

"A violent thing!"

The old farmer was dying when he saw this scene: "I have only heard of cows chewing peony. I have never heard of cows swallowing fish and cows drinking white wine."

At this time, the old farmer looked at the lake with a feeling.

I saw a wave of white mist suddenly appearing flat on the ice-filled lake surface, and the white mist filled the sky, as if the ice surface was turned into boiling water.

A tiger howling sounded in the white mist.

"Bang ... Bang ... Bang ..."

With a heavy voice coming, I saw a white tiger looming in the mist. The white tiger was unusually tall and full of mighty power, as if dying for humans.

And at the moment when White Tiger came out.

The old cow next to the old farmer was awake from drunkenness.

"Hum, hum ..."

The old cow kept scratching its hoof and poke a large hole in the ice layer in front of it. The nose of the cow spouted white wine with wine fragrance, and a pair of bulls' eyes were as big as a copper bell.

"Brother, you are still here."

The old farmer did not care and continued fishing.

As the white tiger stepped out, I saw a young man in a purple robe sitting on it. The young man looked handsome, but his eyes were stubborn: "Brother, since you have already disappeared, you should not ask the outside world any more."

"When did I say I'm gone?"

The old farmer took out the cigarette pot bag and drew it up without saying: "I just said that I was tired and wanted to rest for a while. For a while, I was not sure. It might be a bag of cigarettes, or it might be Until I die! "

"Brother is so cunning!"

Zipao youth said: "It's useless to say more, my brother came here today to tell his brother, Ye Nankang, you can't get involved anymore. He is the enemy of my heavenly palace, and the enemy of the last three days!"

The farmer spit out a ring of cigarettes and sighed, "Master, how many years have our master died?"

"What do you mean by asking this?" The purple robe youth was a little unhappy.

"The master was born in Daoguang years, that is, in 1821, and died in the eighth year of the Republic of China, that is, 1919. He lived ninety-eight years old and has died nearly a hundred years ago."

The old farmer continued: "The master accepted our four master brothers when he was seventy years old. Do you remember that when the four of us kneeled in front of the master and worshipped the worship, what did the master say?"

"Brother, I don't want to hear about the past!"

The youth of the purple robe became increasingly displeased.

The old peasant never stopped: "On the day, the master borrowed a poem from Du Fu, and he was able to enjoy thousands of thousands of people in the city. Do n’t be weak. ”

Speaking of which, Old Nongton looked up and looked at the purple robe youth, "But you have changed. After the death of the master, you rely on your outstanding qualifications. You have to admire the vanity of the martial arts myth, and then you are not willing to stand still. I want to cater to some people. Over the years, I have completely forgotten my original intention and departed from my responsibility. "

"Have you forgotten that the master killed the last three days with his own power? Did you forget that the master made three sad and loud laughs before leaving?"

"Brother, do you mean to have to fight against your brother, to protect Ye Nankang?" The youth of Zipao looked a little ugly: "Niu Qingshan, you have no fighting spirit, but don't block my way!"

"Guan Shanyue!"

The old farmer who was still indifferent before suddenly screamed, his expression was very simple: "I am called Niu Batian, not Niu Qingshan, I am the Dragon King of Dragon Soul!"

"Dragon King? Niu Batian?"

Guan Shan smiled coldly: "You have been living in the backcountry all these years, either plowing the fields or peeking at widows to take a bath, look like Niu Batian? Is it like the Dragon King? Brother, you are old, you should give up. "

"Do not!"

"I'm not old yet!"

Niu Qingshan sighed, and suddenly reached out and pressed his hand against the white tiger who sat down in the purple robe youth, and that white tiger suddenly fell into the ice, exposing only his back on it.

Throughout the process, Niu Qingshan didn't have any vigour, just like a random wave.

"You broke the mirror too?"

The youth of Zipao suddenly changed his face, and then sneered, "I understand, sir, you are too cunning, and deliberately deceived the world with the reason of injury and retreat, but also deceived me. In fact, I was looking for a chance to break the mirror in secret! "

next moment.

Zipao youth's face was replaced by Leng Yan: "But do you think that you can stop me? My good brother, don't forget that among the several brothers, I am the first to become a martial art supreme! "

"Just try and you will find out!"

Niu Qingshan didn't care and jumped to the ice.

Two extremely violent offensives erupted.

Someone who was traveling in Changbai Mountain was terrified to find out!

Avalanche!

The overwhelming snow is like the tide sea, the scene is like a flash flood, and the sky is falling apart.

The avalanche lasted for half an hour before ending.

What everyone doesn't know is.

A white tiger carried a young man covered with blood toward the distance, and an old cow carried an old farmer walking slowly in the snow.

The old peasant broke his hands, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead!

The old cow is crying!

...

(Ps: Overslept, chapter two, one more chapter!)