At this time, on the quiet long street, suddenly there was another blue shirt and white socks, and a clear-faced middle-aged scribe Shi Shiran came over.

He walked all the way, and he was quite different from the previous few waves of people's fanfare. The Buddha was just wandering, and his expression was leisurely, but his eyes were shining brightly.

With his hands on his back, Shi Shiran walked to the door of the inn, looked up, and sighed: "Good horse! Good horse! It's a pity that the master is ruthless and wronged you."

The hand he was carrying suddenly raised, and his long sleeves flew up, bringing a gust of wind.

The white horse was frightened and made another long hiss, and jumped from the eaves of the door.

The middle-aged scribe put his hands on the horse's belly, put the horse gently on the ground, patted the horse's belly, and said, "Go back and take your master. I said there are good friends here waiting for him. ."

The white horse seemed to know what was going on, and immediately spread its four hooves and galloped away.

After putting down the white horse, the middle-aged scribe walked to the wall again, and pulled out the golden ring beside the door, then came to the banner of the inn, knocked on the flagpole, and the eight steel knives fell down at once.

Seeing this man, Liu Xu shook his head secretly in his heart. The golden ring and steel knives were deeply stuck in the walls and flagpoles, replacing them with himself. If the magical powers of Taoism or martial arts were thrown in, it would be easy to pull them out. .

Now Liu Xu wants to pull, even if he pulls hard, he may not be able to shake them any more, but this person shakes them off with a wave of his hand, but there is not the slightest effort on the outside, obviously the inner strength is extremely deep.

The middle-aged scribe has rolled his long sleeves and rolled the eight-handled knives in his sleeves. He looked at the empty door of the inn and said in a deep voice, "Where is the flag?"

As soon as the sound fell, a thin silhouette suddenly appeared in the inn, climbing up the flagpole like an ape, and in the blink of an eye the person was already at the head of the club.

A big flag flew out from the club head immediately.

On the snow-white flag, the long black dragon embroidered with teeth and dancing claws seemed to fly away Poyun.

Blue Dragon Club!

A short book about the Longevity Sword, with only a few hundred thousand words, involves the most mysterious and powerful organization in the ancient dragon book: the Blue Dragon Society.

Seeing this banner, Liu Xu's eyes condensed. The Qinglong Club was an organization that even Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuuxue couldn't completely eradicate.

It is said that Qinglong will have twelve hall entrances, corresponding to a year and twelve months, a total of three hundred and sixty-five penalties of rudder, and three hundred and sixty-five days of a year, each day represents a sub-rudder code. The persons in charge are all first-class masters.

No one knows who the boss of the Blue Dragon Club is, nor does Liu Xu, a traveler who has read the original novel.

Just when Liu Xu felt that things were getting more and more interesting, the middle-aged scribes also saw him.

Standing on the steps of Fengyun Inn, he carefully looked at the young man eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake under the eaves of the street corner from beginning to end, his eyes finally fell on the extremely ordinary Qinggang on Liu Xu's waist. On the sword.

auzw.com "Little brother's surname Liu?" The middle-aged scribe slightly frowned and asked, looking a little "confused".

Liu Xu nodded, "showing" a bright smile, took out a hot stamped invitation from his arms, shook it at the middle-aged scribe, then clasped his fist and said, "It is Liu Xu below, and he is here at the invitation of Mr. Gongsun. "

"It's rude!" The middle-aged scribe put away the doubts on his face, and smiled with his fists: "I never thought that Young Master Liu, who has been in the limelight in recent years, would actually eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake by the roadside. No wonder Lian Chifa None of the Gang, the White Horse League, and the Taihangdao can recognize you."

Liu Xu smiled and said: "A guy like me who is often poor and can't even eat food, always doesn't want to waste food when he has food."

After speaking for a while, his eyes swept towards the marks on the walls and flagpoles, and then he smiled faintly and said: "What's more, once you enter the gate of Fengyun Inn, whether you can stand up or not is unclear. Even if you die, you will always be a ghost. it is good."

Hearing this, the middle-aged scribe laughed, stroking his palms, and said: "Young Master Liu is really the same as in the legend, he is a wonderful person."

He was smiling, and his tone of voice suddenly changed, and then he said: "The other companies have sent people to come to visit the door. Since they are here, how many hands do you don't want to "show" Young Master Liu?"

Liu Xu heard that, on the surface, he looked calm, but his heart was full of turbulent waves.

If you really do, the trouble will be big.

If the leader of the Azure Dragon Club in front of him knew that the "Quick Sword Liu Xu" who had risen to fame in the past few years was nothing more than a Xibei goods, he would probably kill him on the spot.

Unexpectedly, even the mere worship of the door has become the first test of life and death.

Liu Xu has traveled through so many worlds, this time is undoubtedly the most exciting.

Can only take a gamble.

Most Gulong novels give Liu Xu the same feeling: "Martial arts is important, but more importantly, momentum and confidence!"

In the Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Sword (Little Li Fei Dao), when A Fei's momentum is in full swing, even Li Xunhuan is unwilling to be an enemy of him, and when he has no fighting spirit, even a second-rate master of the arena is no match.

Liu Xu calmly looked at the eyes of the middle-aged scribes, a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and asked faintly: "What? Mr. Gongsun, this is my Kungfu test?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the middle-aged scribes laughed and shook their heads and said, "Qinglong will invite you to do business. Young Master Liu flaunts his martial arts in front of him. There are rumors that Young Master Liu's "sexuality" is like a sharp sword, that is, sharp and straight. He can't "knead" sand in his eyes, but I don't know why he doesn't punish him?"

"Other people's servants, swaying in the arena and will not cause me trouble, why should I punish?" Liu Xu's right hand slowly stroked from the green steel sword on his waist, as if he was stroking. Valentine's skin.

He looked up at the traces of the golden ring flying knife left outside the Fengyun Inn, and sneered: "Furthermore, these people are not embarrassing me, but the face of the Qinglonghui, even the dignified Qinglong hall master Mr. Gongsun Jing is not angry. , How angry am I?"

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