Ke Mengfan from Qingzhou Prefecture, Shi Wanlong, the elder of the Beggar Gang, and Xiao Changfa, the King of Swords of the Changhe River, in just thirteen days, five great masters on the weapon spectrum have already perished!

Countless martial artists were shocked.

No one on the Earth Ranking list is alone. Even a loner like Ke Mengfan has several friends. The deaths of these five people are far more shocking than the deaths of Xue Chaoyang and others.

Especially when the perpetrator was the Holy Son of the Six Prison Demon Sect, the storm that was set off was even more incomparable to An Qisheng.

Feng Qingxuan, the son of the Six Prison Demon Sect, came to Dafeng and wanted to do what his teacher did in the past!

This piece of news was earth-shattering, breaking the peace of the entire river and lake.

Reminds countless martial arts practitioners of the terrifying existence that measured the world with bare feet and weighed the entire martial arts with fists decades ago.

Pang Wanyang!

Decades ago, Pang Wanyang went from an obscure junior to the recognized number one in the world. Even if many parties kept silent, the **** storm he once caused was passed down in the end.

For a time, the crowd in the rivers and lakes was turbulent.

I don't know how many people visit Huangjue Temple, Extreme Shenzong, Baiyue Villa, Zhengang Road, Dalongmen and other major sects, wanting to ask them to come forward to subdue demons.

And just when many major sects were persuaded, they wanted to take the opportunity to subdue demons.

A letter of worship from the bitter cold land in the northwest, on the holy mountain of the Six Prisons, the highest in the world, was sent to all major sects.

The letter of worship was concise and concise, but it shocked countless people:

"The apprentice is here!"

On that day, on the mountain of extreme gods, the sword qi rose into the sky, severing the clouds in the sky

In the Baiyue Villa, a red moon rises in the day and shines in the sky

In the Huangjue Temple, the sound of all Buddhas chanting sutras spread for dozens of miles, and countless believers paid their respects.

The Chivalry Gate is located in front of the Wanchuan Mountains in Zhongzhou, backed by the mountains, and the gate faces the Dalongjiang River, with excellent feng shui.

However, the so-called chivalrous door is not as imposing as imagined.

Not to mention that compared with many major factions, it is also inferior to some small gangs.

In addition to occupying a large area, there is really nothing to be commended.

In front of a quaint old courtyard group by the river.

Yun Dongliu pulled the two little guys and came in full force.

With his martial arts, it naturally wouldn't take so long to get back to the chivalrous door, but with these two little guys, his speed would inevitably slow down.

It took more than a month to reach the chivalrous gate.

"Ninth brother, is this trip going well?"

The two concierges in front of the chivalrous gate greeted Yun Dongliu with a chuckle:

"Why did you bring such two little guys? Are you trying to accept apprentices?"

"I haven't made a name for myself, how can I be qualified to accept an apprentice?"

Yun Dongliu stuffed the horses to the doorman and scolded with a smile:

"Do you really want to see your brother's jokes?"

"The other brothers don't dare to say it, and it's no problem for the ninth brother to come."

The concierge seemed to have an excellent relationship with Yun Dongliu, and took the reins with a smile.

"These two little guys are entrusted by a friend of mine. My friend's martial arts are ten times better than mine. I am not qualified to teach them both."

Yun Dongliu squatted down and touched the little heads of the two little guys lovingly:

"Tingting, Haohao, you stay at the chivalrous door first, and when the Taoist priest is done with his business, my uncle will take you to find him, okay?"

The two little guys were born like him, very sensible and obedient, and he got along with them along the way, and he liked these two little guys quite a lot.

"Well, listen to Uncle."

Jiang Tingting nodded obediently.

"Uncle, where did my master go?"

Zhang Haohao twisted his body uncomfortably.

"Uncle doesn't know about this either."

Yun Dongliu shook his head slightly.

An Qisheng's reputation is so loud now that he is almost on an equal footing with his master at the second place on the Earth Ranking List. He still doesn't know that the old Taoist priest is a master far beyond him.

However, he never regretted what he promised.

In particular, he was one of the few people who knew the inside story of the war. He knew that the old Taoist priest had saved many martial artists, and the name of the Gorefiend was only framed by others.

"Will Master come to find us?"

Jiang Tingting felt like crying when her brother mentioned her master, "We're gone, what should I do if Master doesn't know where we are?"

"No, uncle made an appointment with your master."

Yun Dongliu wiped the tears of the two little guys and asked one of the doormen to take the two little guys to rest.

Running all the way, these two little guys' Wei Mo Wu functions play a very limited role.

Tired now.

"Ninth brother, in the past two weeks, a big event has happened in the rivers and lakes"

The porter came back after setting up the horses and couldn't help but talk about what had happened these days.

"I heard something, but I don't know how."

Yun Dongliu's face was a little dignified.

The news of Feng Qingxuan spread very fast, and it spread all over the rivers and lakes in almost half a month. Although he was busy on the road, he was not isolated from the world. Naturally, he had heard some news.

It's just that he took two little guys and they were far away, but he couldn't really ask.

"The holy son of the Demon Sect is extremely skilled in martial arts, and even Shi Wanlong of the Beggar Gang was planted. It is said that his corpse was smashed by a knife, and even the complete flesh and blood could not be found."

When the porter talked about this, there was some fear on his face.

Because of the many frictions between the chivalrous door and the beggar gang, the people of the chivalrous door naturally have a deep understanding of the beggar gang.

Shi Wanlong is not only the elder of the Beggar Gang, but also the apprentice of Wang Jianglong, the leader of the Beggar Gang.

The death was so tragic at this time, and they were naturally wary when they heard about it.

Yun Dongliu sat on the ground leaning against the stone tablet, listening to the concierge tell about the major events in the rivers and lakes these days.

There is no high or low in the chivalrous gate. This concierge and him are of the same generation, and they control the intelligence system of the chivalrous gate.

"Although Shi Wanlong's name is famous, his martial arts may not be as good as Ke Mengfan's. It's not wrong to die in Feng Qingxuan's hands."

Yun Dongliu shook his head slightly.

The beggar gang is one of the oldest gangs in history. Unfortunately, the beggar gang has always been a mixed bag, and even the beggar gang of this generation may not be the same as the beggar gang of hundreds of years ago, although the name has been passed down.

Martial arts may not necessarily be passed down.

The current leader of the Beggar Gang, Wang Jianglong, did not learn the martial arts of the Beggar Gang, but the golden body horizontal training taught by a strange person in the mountains.

After he became the head of the beggar gang, he also learned the strengths of the hundreds of martial arts of the beggar gang, and formed a set of dragon-subduing palms after eliminating the waste and saving the essence.

With a golden body, he trained the imperial envoy to subdue the dragon, and just now established the prestige of the beggar gang.

The real pillar of the beggar gang is actually only him, and the rest are mostly unbearable people.

"Having said that, Feng Qing Xuan Wu Gong should not be underestimated. On the list of newly released weapons, he has already entered the top five."

The concierge clucked:

"The Six Prison Demon Venerables did not become famous as fast as him."

"He will not be the second Pang Wanyang"

Yun Dongliu was about to say something when suddenly his heart moved.

Turning to look, they saw a group of people stepping on the wind and dust on the opposite side of the Dalong River, which was a hundred feet wide.

The group was wearing monk robes and hats.

He didn't stop until he came to the river, Shi Shiran stepped on the tumbling river, and crossed the river on foot!

"That is"

The concierge also found someone from outside the river:

"Are these monks? Are they monks from Huangjue Temple, or monks from Zhuanlun Temple, Lanke?"

"Dare to ask where the masters come from?"

Yun Dongliu moved in his heart and shouted loudly.

This time, Yun Dongliu swelled his inner strength, making a lion roar, shaking the sky, and the sound waves spread hundreds of feet away, and the sound of the surging river could not be concealed.

"Master Yun is polite."

Above the river, the group of people kept walking, and after hearing this, they responded:

"Old monk Sande, from Huangjue Temple."

The old monk was extremely powerful, but his bland speech was louder and clearer than the sound of Yun Dongliu's inner strength.

"It turned out to be Master Sande!"

Yun Dongliu's heart moved.

In Huangjue Temple, the senior monk with the highest rank is naturally Yixiu. These three virtues are no more than two generations lower than Yixiu, and they are already the backbone of Huangjue Temple today.

Although he has no name on the weapon spectrum, he is really a congenital master with condensed Qi meridians.

"Come here uninvited, Master Yun, don't be surprised."

The Baizhang River surfaced with a flick of a finger.

A group of people have come to the shore.

A sturdy monk in the lead took off his hat and put his palms on his chest: "The little monk is here to ask to see Mr. Yun Lao from the chivalrous door."

"Seeking a Teacher"

Yun Dongliu's expression changed slightly, and he had already vaguely guessed the purpose of this group of people:

"The tutor has been in retreat for a long time since he fought with the head of the beggar gang. I really don't know if the old man has left."

"It's okay."

While speaking, a group of people has gradually entered.

Sande took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Yun Dongliu:

"This is a letter written by the abbot of my family, Sankong, to Mr. Yun, and I also ask Daxia Yun to hand it over to Master Ling."

"A letter from Abbot Sankong?"

Yun Dongliu took the letter with both hands and couldn't help but ask, "Dare to ask Master Sande, is this letter related to the Holy Son of the Six Prison Demon Sect?"

"The abbot never explained it, and the old monk didn't know either."

Santoku shook his head slightly.

"That being the case, I also invite a few masters to rest in the village for a while."

Yun Dongliu squeezed the letter, feeling a little hot.

After hesitating for a moment, he ordered the concierge to entertain a few people~lightnovelpub.net~ hurriedly entered the chivalrous gate.

The location of the Chivalry Gate was dug out by Yun Haitian little by little. Although the decorations are ordinary, the area is not small.

Yundong turned around several corridors, several courtyards, and stopped before the inner courtyard.

"teacher"

As soon as Yun Dongliu walked to the front of the inner courtyard, he saw the door of the inner courtyard being pushed open.

A tall and burly old man with a face like a lion and a full beard stepped out of the retreat.

"Teacher, Master Sande of Huangjue Temple is visiting."

A look of worry appeared on Yun Dongliu's face.

As the old man stepped out of the door, he smelled a thick **** smell, which emanated from the pores all over his body.

Obviously, his injuries are not yet healed.

The old man took the letter and opened it, frowning.