The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 42: 1 curtain and 1 word please

Wang Sheng swallowed, pointed in the direction of the city head, and tremblingly said: "Master, many people have come!"

Xu Fengnian, who is holding the red sandalwood sword box, smiled and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Wang Sheng muttered bitterly: "Can you not be afraid?"

Xu Feng said in a young voice: "This time we don't have to talk with the wind."

On the outer city of Emperor Wudi, there are densely packed with masters of the rivers and lakes. Most of them have hidden their heads and tails for many years. They not only sheltered the old monsters from the royal court, but also knew the tops of their heads better than anyone in the rivers and lakes. That dark cloud is so heavy that it makes everyone feel desperate without seeing the sky. If Wang Xianzhi is not dead, the people of the rivers and lakes will have no beginnings. This is the biggest truth of the rivers and lakes in sixty years. Over time, no one thinks that the old monster will die. However, Wang Xianzhi not only failed to ascend, but also lost to a young junior, and died at the hands of this guy. This can be regarded as the most shocking news in the world in the past century. Compared with the fact that Li Chungang's Trojan horse was broken by Wang Xianzhi, it was even more incredible.

There are no shortage of masters in the city. Just pick one out and throw it into the arena. Even if you don't have a reputation and nickname for many years, as long as you return to the arena, you can still let those with good memory take the initiative to retreat. These genuine masters coveted those wall weapons more than many embroidered pillows. After Wang Xianzhi went out of the city, many people heard the wind and sneaked into Wudi City. When the news of Wang Xianzhi's death seemed to spread all over the world overnight, there was even more. Many people came to the East China Sea. It’s not profitable to get early, so naturally they are all rushing to the magic weapon of those dreams, each grouping together, thinking about relying on each other in the next turmoil, and being able to live and get a piece of the pie, instead of dying in the chaos. . Originally, as long as any of Wang Xianzhi's apprentices stayed in the city, everyone did not dare to be so impatient, but the current Wudi City was like a prosperous family that was originally awe-inspiring. Suddenly the males died, leaving only a large house with nowhere to go. Relying on the beauty of the young age, Huanfeiyan, thin, graceful and charming, no matter how critical a man is, as long as he breaks into the house quickly enough, he can hold a beauties. Suddenly a guy was born and took possession of all the women. Not only the wives and concubines in the clan did not let go, but also the maidservant did not leave one. This made the hungry men who worked hard to lie on the wall and watch the beautiful spring in the wall, how can they bear it? ?

Everyone on the top of the city is eager to move, staring at him, but at first no one is willing to be the first bird. This is the so-called dead fellow, immortal and poor, but they are afraid that no one will take action, and wait until that guy turns and leaves. At that time, no one had the courage to intercept it.

Finally, a man swept down the city head, with a long and narrow sword that was out of its sheath in his hand, bringing a touch of brilliance, and said loudly: "King Yanshan killed the crossbow, please enlighten me!"

When someone leaves the wall, there will be more than a dozen well-known masters who are unwilling to lag behind, and the voices of the registration number will be one after another.

"Fangshan County Ink Stained Sword Zhou Mu, ask for advice!"

"Jianzhou Pipa player Xu Wangfeng, please enlighten me!"

"South Xinjiang Thousand-Hand Guanyin Fang Baigu, here!"

"Situ Hongzhu, a scattered member of Yandang Mountain, bravely fight!",

"Sajia is the wonderful monk of Yuzu Mountain. I want to ask for advice today!"

Ten or so masters, full of air, one is louder than the other.

This is only the first group out of the city, and soon there will be a larger number of second group jumping down the city. Compared with the first group, these heroes are a bit more reserved, and most of them are silent. Rang, silently jumped off the top of the city.

When the first group of masters are almost running forward with their feet on the ground, the second group is still in the air, and the third group starts to file down.

Like a waterfall curtain pouring down, full of large and small beads.

This splendid and spectacular scene is destined to be passed on for a long time.

Wang Sheng put down the curtain, sat closer, and whispered, "Master, many of them are famous heroes and demon heads, even I have heard of them."

Xu Fengnian nodded and smiled: "Then I will say something you haven't heard."

Xu Fengnian looked at one place, calmly said: "The first swordsman in the northwest before Jiazi, He Baiquan swords the elm pod."

His eyes shifted slightly, and she continued: "Dongyue Jianchi Song Nianqing's fourth Jianmo on the grass."

Looking at the third place, "Wei Miao, the first person in Nanzhao, once wielded an ancient spear and dragon around the beam and fought three thousand miles in the world."

"Jiang Baishi wears a knife to peel and peck."

"The Dashuang Long Sword that was handled by more than a dozen swordsmen in a hundred years."

"The two generations of swordsmanship and swordsmanship in Jianzhong walked the rivers and lakes of the world, first rest assured, then serious."

Xu Fengnian usually has soldiers on the battlefield, and he does not rush to tell the origin of the names of more than a dozen weapons. Every time one is reported, a weapon is either swept out of the carriage and hovered, or raised from the ground. null.

Xu Fengnian looked around for a week, smiling no longer.

The king who was born with a calf is an eye-opener today. He has not thought about why the master can do such an unprecedented feat. If you really want to ask the reason, it is very simple, it is her master. Wang Sheng watched those masters from the rivers and lakes rushing like a ray of tide, and quickly reminded Master, "It's only ten feet away!"

Xu Feng laughed young and said: "I am just a paperwork, but the question is, can they take it down close?"

Xu Fengnian raised his hand and clapped his palms gently.

After the applause, not only were the named famous weapons such as the elm pod strange grass big frost long knife, but also more than 20 weapons that had been silent for many years joined the team instantly.

Each weapon is like a mysterious creature, or sweeping at low altitude, or falling around an arc, or swimming in a regular manner. It found an opponent and flew away. No one in the first group of more than ten people After being dropped, the rest of the weapons will never be mixed, just jumping over the heads of those masters, looking for the second group of people from the rivers and lakes behind.

Xu Fengnian no longer cares about the victory or defeat on the battlefield, turned his head and glanced at the apprentice’s gleaming black face, and pierced the roots of martial arts in the world, and said: "The buddha ties the heart to the ape, and the door is cut. Three corpses, Confucian nourishment, this is all about forging one’s body. Simply put, the human being is a battlefield. If an ordinary person catches a cold and has a better physique, he can survive it by drinking some hot water and heal on his own. Those who are physically weak must need foreign objects such as medicines as reinforcements to rush to the battlefield, otherwise their bodies will be defeated. As for how to temper their bodies, there are countless ways, but in the final analysis, they are still the six of the flesh and the bones. The number of words, the flesh and the bones, you understand. Except for some people who are born with supernatural powers, and the general martial arts people, the difference is not very different, and the difference is only one Qi word. There is a three-year-old view of the embryo in martial arts, which means that martial arts must be practiced. In the early days, there was not much dirt on the child's body, and it was easy to cultivate the meridians and warm acupuncture points. This meridian was like a person's road to'anger', circulating endlessly, and a few masters could circulate six or seven hundred miles in one breath. The acupuncture point is the human's own blessed place. Lu Zu once had a formula that has been handed down to the world, "Going up the mountain to visit Xianyijiazi, and only then Baoshan is in oneself." Usually, when you talk about a person's talents, you are talking about both."

Wang Sheng was confused, but it is not difficult to understand the metaphor that meridians are roads. He asked in a low voice: "Master, I have traveled many places in the past few years. The general official roads are all twists and turns. It’s not fun, let alone those trails, it’s less labor-saving than a post road that can only be driven by soldiers and horses. Is it because of the anger of the masters, it’s quite a post road?"

Xu Fengnian said gratifiedly: "That's right. The roads in the suburbs are divided into five grades of roads and Tuzhen trails according to the law. The post roads are undoubtedly the fastest to deliver news. But when you really enter the room on the martial arts, you will know that there is no reason for this. Many side sects in the rivers and lakes are opportunistic in the matter of the circulation of energy, and took a shortcut to the south. The first grade and four realms are taken from the Buddha's undefeated golden body's Vajra realm. It seems that as far as the realm is concerned, there is no difference between the two, but the people outside the three schools are used to having a strong physique before they can be "angry". ."

Between the master and the disciple chatting, most of the first group of heroes from the rivers and lakes saw bad opportunities, and they have already retreated. Among them, the Thousand-Hand Guanyin Fang Baigu has hidden countless hidden weapons. A concealed weapon was stripped and pierced with a knife. This strong man in southern Xinjiang staggered about a dozen steps with his neck in his hands before he fell to the ground and died. A middle-aged swordsman in white clothes was even worse. When he met the big frost long sword, one of the top ten famous knives in the world, he turned around and ran. The whole heart was tossed on his back, and he fell to the ground, dead on the spot. On the contrary, Zhou Mu, the ink-stained sword, was the only sword master who could compete with Feijian Yupo, but it was just a balance of power.

Wang Sheng wondered: "Master, why are the masters so worthless? One by one is almost the same as the fake secret book bought by the apprentice with a few taels of silver. Is it the master that you are too good?"

Xu Fengnian did not answer directly, but said: "Wang Xianzhi once said that even if nine of the ten Wuping people join forces, he is sure to die and kill all nine. This is Wang Xianzhi as the first person in the world. Self-confidence is also the spirit that a person should have when he is an enemy of the world."

Wang Sheng said with a look of fascination: "Master, the master of boxing that the disciple worships, Lin Ya, is also the disciple of Wang Lao Shenxian."

Xu Fengnian gave a hum.

Someone on the city’s head yelled, "Let’s join hands and kill the kid together. Whoever succeeds will take the big head! I don’t believe that we are hundreds of people, and we can’t kill one!"

Someone quickly agreed, "Yes, call friends in the city, hundreds of thousands of people, everyone can drown that guy with one spit!"

Wang Sheng angrily said: "Master, these people are too shameless!"

Xu Fengnian smiled, stood up, erected the red sandalwood sword box, put one hand on the box, and raised the other hand high, and said in a deep voice: "Please."

Who cares about the broken Trojan horse and cow after a person's death?

Then the peeling peck held in the hand of Jiang Baishi? The two generations of Jianzhong sword crowns are serious and relieved?

Jianghu forgot~IndoMTL.com~Xu Fengnian just wants to let Jianghu remember them again!

Please follow the word.

The nine swords in the box came out first, and lined up in the air in front of Xu Fengnian.

The weapons that had rushed to the head of Emperor Wu before revolved, and the weapons in the carriage and around the carriage showed their respective brilliance at the same time.

Four hundred and eighteen weapons, four hundred and eighteen gass.

An angry bullfight.

Heaven and earth are moved.

More than four hundred weapons are lined up one after another.

In front of Xu Fengnian and outside Wudi City.

There is a ray of tide.

Who can get close?