In the small courtyard of apricot blossoms in the north of the city.

The Tianshan Lingjiu Gong Xuqing, wearing a brocade robe, suddenly received a letter from the church members in the city. After opening it, he couldn't help but change his color:

"this……"

His fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"What happened?"

Qin Mengyao's voice appeared from the side, like a clear spring, cold and pure, and with a fairy Linfan's affinity.

Xu Qing looked at the contents on the letter paper, took a deep breath, and said it one by one:

"Just just now, Chen Xixiang, the Taoist who was invited by Zhou Zaoxing, the prefect of Luoyang, went to find Zhu Yi, the youngest son of the Confucian saint, and said that he would hold the second Huashan sword contest in the White Horse Temple in Luoyang City, and decide the ownership of the Thick-Back Sword."

"The invitation has been sent out one by one from the Luoyang Prefectural Prefecture's Mansion."

That is, Zhu Yi's special identity, deep background and strong strength, so Chen Xixiang went to the poetry club to meet this person in person.

Zhu Yi, Jin Jiuwu, and Meng Zanglong are no longer ordinary young people. They are the most incomprehensible successors among the masters who came to Luoyang City. Although their cultivation is only innate masters, even the great masters may not be their opponents.

These three people each have their own trump card methods that are not bottom-out.

When Qin Mengyao heard the news that Xu Qing received, especially Chen Xixiang was going to hold the second "Huashan Sword Contest", she couldn't help but smile slightly with her red lips and said to herself:

"This Taoist priest is a very wise man. Although there is a precedent from his predecessor Wang Chongyang, he gathered all the masters together at one time to select the strongest man and get the thick-backed knife. It has to be said that it is indeed the best way to gradually make the city of Luoyang less bleeding and casualties and not disturb the people."

Her eyes were as calm as a lake, and she seemed to be sapphire:

"It was only the last time that the person who proposed this meeting was Wang Chongyang. At that time, he was able to do this with the strength of all the masters in the martial arts world. What is Chen Xixiang's specific strength?"

Xu Qing glanced at the creed again and said silently:

"It was also just now, when Chen Xixiang and Zhu Yi met at the entrance of Zhu Yi's poetry club, Ma Yu and other innate real people appeared together. There were five people in total, and they wanted to avenge the broken leg for Wang Chuyi, but they were defeated by the Taoist one after another in just a few breaths..."

The words have not been finished, but the meaning is clear.

A hint of surprise flashed across Qin Mengyao's face:

"Can Ma Yu and the other five use the Tiangang Beidou Formation?"

"have."

Hear this answer.

Qin Mengyao looked at the creed in Xu Qing's hand, and a bit of seriousness appeared in her beautiful eyes:

"No wonder this person dared to have the confidence to re-run the Huashan Sword Contest. It turns out that he has at least the strength to be on par with Zhu Yi, Meng Zanglong, Jin Jiuwu and others."

Xu Qing said to himself:

"The Tiangang Beidou Formation of Quanzhen Sect requires seven people to be present at the same time to exert its maximum power. This person can break the five-man formation, but I wonder if he can break the seven-man formation."

Qin Mengyao said: "Qiu Chuji, among the seven sons of Quanzhen, has become a master, which is the highest skill. If a formation is formed by Qiu Chuji as the heart of the formation, it can almost sweep the level of the master. Even if I am, I have to be careful."

Xu Qing secretly thought when he heard this: You have to be careful, and he didn't say whether it could be broken. Could Fairy Qin be broken?

When we first met, Xu Qing naturally had a fight with Qin Mengyao, but Qin Mengyao had just one move that made him notice the difference between him and him.

Qin Mengyao's cultivation is at least a grand master!

The apricot flowers in the yard flutter in the wind.

Qin Mengyao walked towards the courtyard gate, with her blue shirt fluttering, and her temperament was as fairy as an immortal.

The voice gently came to Xu Qing's ears and said:

"Go and see if there is still a fight there. I want to meet Chen Xixiang."

"good."

Xu Qing responded, but for some reason he felt a little jealous.

……………………

And at the entrance of the poetry club on the other side.

On the street.

After a great battle, the dust and mist were still floating.

Ma Yu stood up from a distance with his chest covered his chest. His white hair and beard were stained with blood. His Taoist robe was broken and covered with smoke and dust. He was extremely embarrassed. More importantly, the injuries in his body were burning like fire:

"It was our Quanzhen Sect who lost to you!"

Ma Yu's voice was filled with fatigue and shame.

It would undoubtedly be more uncomfortable to ask him to say this.

Before he was respected by his master, Chongyang Immortal, he entrusted the Quanzhen Sect with great responsibility. He worked diligently for decades and did not dare to slack off. Not to mention the teachings of Everbright Master, he only wanted to not leave too much reputational damage to the Quanzhen Sect, and that would be nothing.

But today.

He, the chief sect of Quanzhen Sect, and four brothers, attacked a young Taoist from the Zhengyi lineage, but was defeated by others.

After this record was spread today, it was equivalent to saying that no one in the Qingcheng Mountain in Zhengyi had appeared, and only one junior disciple had suppressed the entire Quanzhen Sect.

What face does Quanzhen Sect have in the future preaching in the north!

Chen Xixiang looked at Ma Yu with a miserable look and stood with her hands behind her back:

"Now I'm finally willing to speak well."

As soon as these five people arrived, they immediately attacked and killed him with Sun Buer as their head.

It was simply a matter of saying nothing, and he wanted to avenge Wang Chuyi, which was worthy of Sun Buer's name.

Since the other party is unwilling to reason first, he chooses to do it first.

This is in line with Chen Xixiang's character.

If it is not necessary, he doesn't like to reason with others before taking action.

He prefers to beat others and then reason with them so that they have to listen and accept it.

Chen Xixiang has his hands behind her back:

"I and you Quanzhen Sect are not really a deep hatred. This is not to deny that I have taken action against Zhao Zhijing and Wang Chu. I just told you that the reason why they ended up like this is all due to their own fault."

Speaking of the four words "take blame by oneself".

Chen Xixiang's voice was indifferent and her eyes were cold:

"Zhao Zhijing sneaked into my brother behind his back. I cut off his arm and nullified his cultivation level. It's already considered light."

"Wang Chuyi is stubborn and rigid, and he only favors your disciples, and does not distinguish right from wrong. I will break one of his legs and make him still alive, which is considered light."

What?

I heard these words from Chen Xixiang.

Ma Yu's face changed.

He also heard from Wang Chuyi that the source of everything was caused by their Zhao Zhijing, but Wang Chuyi obviously did not say that Zhao Zhijing had attacked others from behind.

"Is that true?"

Hao Datong and Tan Chuduan also looked at each other.

But I can't believe it in my heart.

How would his disciples of Quanzhen Sect do this?

Sun Buer was furious and was about to yell "You're talking nonsense", but his injuries were too serious and he opened his mouth and squirted blood to the ground.

But at this moment.

Suddenly, a long roar appeared at one end of the long street:

drink!

Accompanied by this long whistle.

The tiles on a street were shaking.

Immediately afterwards.

I saw a Taoist at the end of the street, stepping on his feet, and every step he took was nearly a hundred feet in speed.

The momentum of his body is as vast as the sea, as if there are rivers flowing in his body.

Immediately many people in the dark exclaimed.

"Qi is infused with meridians, the innate master!"

"The person who came is Qiu Chuji, the strongest among the seven sons of Quanzhen!"

Qiu Chuji stepped on his feet, without speaking, and had already approached Chen Xixiang with one palm.

This palm is handed out!

The palm shadows filled the sky, covering Chen Xixiang several feet in front of him!

boom!
To be continued...