Ye Chen's ordinary words contained the extreme domineering and decisiveness of killing, even Mr. Chen could not help but change his expression.

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

"Chief, do you think he is an opponent of the Heavenly Palace?"

Qin Xiaotian couldn't help asking.

He knew more about the Heavenly Palace than Ye Chen, an outsider. The Heavenly Palace has always been low-key and mysterious. For fifty years, he has hardly interfered in external affairs.

Because they are arrogant and domineering.

Because they never look down on the so-called warriors from the outside world, even he, the madman from Zhongnanhai, who is the third in the Heavenly List, still does not fall into their eyes.

The ordinary clowns were always dealt with by the Martial Arts League.

This time, Ye Chen had really made too big a fuss, which made Tiandian focus on him.

Facing Qin Xiaotian's questions, Mr. Chen shook his head slightly: "This child is different from ordinary people, and his trump cards are emerging one after another. I think it is not a wise decision to provoke him."

He believed that he had seen countless people, but he could not see through Ye Chen.

"I agree with Ye Nankuang's strength being enough to enter the Heavenly Palace."

Qin Xiaotian smiled bitterly: "But don't forget who the Heavenly Palace belongs to? The Heavenly Palace Master Guan Shanyue, if he takes action..."

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

Old Chen's face was frozen, and then murmured: "Niu Qingshan, when will you endure this sick dragon? A hundred years ago, Niu Batian, who is known as the closest to the martial arts myth, really can't stand up again?"

Time goes back.

A hundred years ago, four geniuses emerged and promoted the world with their invincible talents. Their glory almost made the Chinese martial arts world look up to it. Even Xue Feng and other figures of his contemporaries dare not look directly at their sharpness.

Since then, the four people disappeared. What outsiders don’t know is that one of them returns to the Heavenly Palace, one of them returns to the Dragon Soul, the remaining two of them leave their armor and return to the fields, one of them takes over the Demon City, and one of them takes over Hong Kong Island.

...

Tianchi in Changbai Mountain.

The old farmer was still sitting upright by the lake fishing. The old cow beside him was lying on the ground, sticking out his tongue and licking a wine pot, his eyes dazed and drunk.

"It's a waste of resources!"

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

At this time, the old farmer seemed to look at the lake with some feelings.

I saw a stream of white mist suddenly appearing from the ice-filled lake surface, and the white mist fills the sky, as if the ice surface has been melted.

A tiger roar sounded in the white mist.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

As a heavy sound came, a white tiger faintly came from the fog. The white tiger was extremely tall and full of power, as if it wanted to choose someone and devour it.

And the moment the white tiger came out.

The old cow next to the old farmer suddenly woke up from his drunken state.

"Hmph, hmph..."

The old cow kept digging his hooves and poked a big hole in the ice layer in front of him. The white air with the fragrance of wine was sprayed out from the cow's nose, and the pair of cow's eyes were as big as copper bells.

"Junior brother, you're still here."

The old farmer continued fishing without caring.

As the white tiger walked out, he saw a young man in purple robe sitting on him. The young man had a handsome face, but his eyes looked down on everything: "Senior brother, since you have already returned from your hometown, you should not ask about the outside world anymore."

"When did I say I've reclusive?"

The old farmer took out the cigarette pot bag and started to smoke, and said without raising it: "I just said I was tired and wanted to rest for a while. I was uncertain for a while. It might be a bag of cigarettes, or it might be until I die of old age!"

"Senior brother is so cunning!"

The young man in purple robe said, "It's useless to say more. My junior brother came here today just to tell my senior brother that you must not interfere with Ye Nankuang. He is the enemy of my Heavenly Palace, and even the enemy of the three days!"

The old farmer exhaled a smoke ring and sighed: "Junior brother, how many years have our master been dead?"

"What do you ask about this mean?" The young man in purple robe was a little unhappy.

"The master was born in the Daoguang period, that is, in 1821, died in the eighth year of the Republic of China, that is, in 1919, and lived to be 98 years old, nearly a hundred years after he died."

The old farmer continued: "The master accepted the four of us brothers when he was seventy. Do you still remember that when the four of us knelt in front of the master and gave the apprenticeship, what did the master say?"

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

The young man in purple robe became more and more displeased.

The old farmer did not stop: "The master borrowed a poem by Du Fu that day. How could he have thousands of houses to shelter all the poor men in the world and be happy? The master wanted to tell us that we should have a kind heart and chivalrous heart and never bully the weak with martial arts."

Speaking of this, the old farmer paused and looked up at the young man in purple robe with a bright look: "But you have changed. After the master died, you relied on your outstanding qualifications and insisted on greed for the vanity of the martial arts mythology. Then you were unwilling to be content with the status quo and wanted to cater to some people. Over the years, you have completely forgotten your original intention and deviated from your responsibilities."

"Did you forget that the master made the three-day determination with his own strength that day? Have you forgotten that the master had made three tragic laughs before leaving?"

"Senior Brother, what you mean is that you have to go against your junior brother, and you must try your best to protect Ye Nankuang?" The young man in purple robe looked a little ugly: "Niu Qingshan, you can lose your fighting spirit, but don't block my way!"

"Guanshanyue!"

The old farmer who had been calm before suddenly shouted loudly, with a very solemn expression: "My name is Niu Batian, not Niu Qingshan, I am the Dragon King of Dragon Soul!"

"Dragon King? Niu Batian?"

Guan Shanyue smiled coldly: "You have been living in remote areas over the years, either plowing the fields or peeking at the widow taking a bath. You look like Niu Batian? You look like the Dragon King? Senior brother, you are old, and you should accept your fate when you are old."

"No!"

"I'm not old yet!"

Niu Qingshan sighed lightly, and suddenly reached out to the white tiger sitting down in the purple-robed young man and pressed it. The white tiger suddenly fell into the ice layer, revealing its back on it.

During the whole process, Niu Qingshan did not have any fluctuations in his energy, as if he was just a random wave.

"You broke the mirror too?"

The young man in purple robe suddenly changed his expression, and then he sneered: "I understand, senior brother, you are too cunning. You deliberately deceived the world and me by taking advantage of the reason for retiring due to injury. In fact, you are looking for an opportunity to break the mirror in secret!"

The next moment.

The young man in purple robe was replaced by coldness: "But do you think you can stop me? My good senior brother, don't forget that among the few senior brothers, I am the first to become the supreme martial arts master!"

"Just try it!"

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

Two extremely fierce offensives erupted.

Some people who travel in Changbai Mountain were terrified to find it!

It's an avalanche!

The snow covered the sky is like a sea of ​​tides, and that kind of scene is like a mountain torrent, the sky collapses and the earth is cracked.

The avalanche lasted for half an hour before it ended.

What everyone doesn't know is.

A white tiger carried a young man covered in blood and fled into the distance, while an old cow carried an old farmer and walked slowly in the snow.

The old farmer has both hands broken, and he doesn’t know how to live or die!

The old cow is crying!

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Chapter completed!