Mingyue of the Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/   The latest work of Xiangnan Xiaoxiaosheng! Xuanlongzhong will only be knocked when outsiders break into the mountain gate. Three consecutive sounds are heard, and things are obviously extremely urgent.

The disciples on Chongju Peak also started to move one after another. No matter what they were doing before, the Xuanlong Bell was ringing, and they were not allowed to temporarily put down their things, and raised their respective weapons and rushed to the mountain gate.

Of course, Xu Han and others were the same.

But Xu Han couldn't help but think about who he was, and dared to break into Linglong Pavilion?

......

Mengliang, who had arrived at the foot of Linglongge Mountain, sat next to the small teahouse in the town, looking at the towering mountain in the distance, and his eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

You will see him soon.

He thought in his heart, but he couldn't help but want to lift the sword in his hand now and fight the man for three hundred rounds.

"Chen Xuanji is not Yue Chengpeng. With your current cultivation level, you want to deal with him. It is best to rest for a day before going there." A man in black next to him said calmly.

When Meng Liang heard this, he turned his head and a charming smile appeared on his face.

"Senior said yes." He nodded repeatedly and agreed, and finally asked again: "That's the best, who is better, me or Chen Xuanji?"

The man picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip, glanced at the hippie young man in front of him, "If I say you can't beat him, will you take me out of the mountain now?"

Meng Liang's expression stopped at that time.

The man in front of him and the girl beside him were at first walking with them, Meng Liang was very inconsistent with him, but he was forced to do it due to the other party's tyranny.

But by chance, the man saw Meng Liang who was practicing swordsmanship and said a few casually, which benefited Meng Liang a lot.

How exquisite is Meng Liang’s mind?

I soon realized that the two people in front of me were not troublesome, but also probably were his great opportunity.

So after that, he carefully served the two of them, and whenever he found an opportunity, he would ask the man for advice on the kendo issues, and the man explained them all.

Men may not believe in the points of men, but they can always hit the key points, so that in the past half month, Meng Liang's improvement in the kendo has been extremely significant.

Meng Liang did not think that the man in front of him had much better swordsmanship than his master, but he secretly felt that the man's understanding of swordsmanship seemed to be more suitable for him.

So when he said that Meng Liang was not Chen Xuanji's opponent, Meng Liang had the same monetization as before.

"Of course not." Meng Liang returned to his careless appearance after a brief strange situation. "Even if he can't beat him, he will definitely give it a try."

Although he looked hippie, how could he hide the unwillingness in his words from the man and the girl he accompanied him?

"Since I want to beat him so much, I'll go up and spend both of his arms. You go with him again, and after the fight, you can take us to leave the mountain!" At this time, the girl with a pair of purple pupils slapped the table and stood up with murderous intent.

When Meng Liang heard this, his soul suddenly burst into tears.

He would not think that the girl in front of him was joking. As he could not control his eyes along the way, he was not much treated by this seemingly harmless girl. Later he discovered that although the girl looked fourteen or five years old, she was peers with men and had a very close relationship. In the terrifyingly strong girl's strength, Meng Liang roughly concluded that this girl was probably also a powerful person. She had only practiced some methods, so she seemed so young.

"Senior, no," he said hurriedly.

"Why?" the girl raised her eyebrows and asked.

"This...the sword competition is fair. If you fold his arms, what's the point of this battle?"

"Hmph! You men are all this bad habit." The girl muttered dissatisfiedly, but her eyes were staring at the man beside her.

The man felt the girl's gaze, smiled, but didn't speak.

clang!

clang!

clang!

At this moment, a heavy bell sound suddenly sounded on the mountain peak in the distance.

The people around them stopped their work at that time and looked up at the top of the mountain, obviously they were a little confused.

"Is this?" Meng Liang was also stunned, not sure what happened.

"Xuanlongzhong." But the man stood up at that time, with a serious expression on his face, "Go and take a look."

After saying that, Meng Liang had no choice but to agree and led the girl towards Linglong Pavilion.

Seeing this, Meng Liang secretly complained that he didn't know who said he wanted to go tomorrow, but this idea naturally only existed in his heart. His body took a very honest step to keep up with the two of them.

......

When Xu Han and everyone came to the mountain gate, disciples from the three main peaks were already standing in front of the mountain gate.

A faint smell of blood floated among the mountain gates, and the roars coming from time to time in front of them all indicate a fight and even a killing is happening.

Clang.

With a slight sound, Fang Ziyu's long sword was unsheathed. As the second senior sister on Chongju Peak, she was responsible for the crime.

Seeing this, Xu Han and Song Yueming hurriedly followed.

Since the enemy dared to attack so blatantly, it was probably not an ordinary character. Xu Han was afraid that Fang Ziyu would be injured by the other party in a reckless manner.

But when they arrived at the forefront of the battlefield, the scene in front of them really made them stunned.

More than a dozen personal disciples who could or could not name their names took turns to fight, and the target of their besiege was indeed a child who looked only eleven or two. To be precise, it should be a little monk.

The little monk was wearing a white patchwork robe, with a jade face and red lips, starry eyes and white teeth, which was very cute.

He didn't do anything at all, but just supported a golden barrier around him. Those disciples from Chongju Peak's personal disciples could hardly break it. Instead, they were shocked by the recoil force of the barrier and suffered considerable internal injuries.

But the little monk looked at this without any object. He looked at the people around him with interest, took small steps, and slowly walked towards the direction of the mountain.

Perhaps the strength shown by this little monk was too strange. Those ordinary disciples did not dare to go forward to stop him when they saw this, so they could only let him walk slowly.

Xu Han frowned at this time. He also saw that the little monk was unusual, but Fang Ziyu beside him had a bad temper. Seeing that the little monk was so arrogant, she was about to step forward. Xu Han was shocked. Although Fang Ziyu was strong, he had no benefit from besieging more than ten personal disciples just now. Fang Ziyu was not his opponent.

He thought about this and wanted to stop Fang Ziyu, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, a severe pain suddenly came from his right arm.

The pain came without warning and was heartbreaking. Xu Han was caught off guard. His head became drowsy under the stimulation of the pain, and almost fell down. Fortunately, Song Yueming quickly helped him up, and he was relieved of the embarrassing situation of falling to the ground.

But because of this abnormality, he didn't have time to stop Fang Ziyu who came forward, so the second senior sister naturally walked to the crowd.

"Brother Xu, what's wrong with you?" Song Yueming also saw something was wrong with Xu Han, and he asked with concern.

"Stop..." Xu Han was about to urge Song Yueming to stop Fang Ziyu, but the words were spoken, and the pain in his right arm increased a little more. A dense trace of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, and the words he had to say at that time.

He snorted coldly from his mouth, and his body couldn't help but kneel on the ground. He covered his right arm with his left hand tightly, and his face looked very painful.

The source of this pain.

Xu Han finally woke up at this time. The majestic demonic aura in his right arm seemed to be pulled by something and became anxious. The medicinal power of the Great Wilderness Pill seemed so vulnerable under the pull of the unknown thing. The demonic arm that had been suppressed actually showed signs of eroding Xu Han's body at this time.

Xu Han raised his head, his eyes were covered with blood. He looked at the little monk who was slowly moving forward.

For some reason, such an intuition arose in his heart.

It was him who pulled the demonic power in his body.

......

At this time, Fang Ziyu finally walked to the little monk. When the disciples around him saw Fang Ziyu coming, they pushed him away as if they saw a savior.

"Who is the monster who pretends to be a god? How can you be so wild in Linglong Pavilion?" The second senior sister was angry at that time, pointed it out, and drank it in her mouth.

Seeing this, the little monk really stopped himself.

"I'm not a monster, I'm a monk." He looked at Fangziyu very seriously and corrected Fangziyu's mistakes.

Fang Ziyu was stunned when she heard this. She had probably thought that her anger would be exchanged for such a set of rhetoric.

"I care whether you are a human or a demon. This is Linglong Pavilion, not a place where you can rush around!" But she was unwilling to fall down in front of a little monk, so she drank it again.

"I didn't break in. I've told the doorman, but if they don't let me in, I can only leave by myself." The little monk responded with a proper look, his attitude was still extremely serious, and even his brows frowned slightly at that time, as if he was very dissatisfied with Fang Ziyu's slander for several times.

But no matter how much the young monk said, he was just a fallacy.

Fang Ziyu naturally knew this, but the expression on the little monk's face clearly stated that he had no slight notice of his rudeness, which made Fang Ziyu very angry, but she also understood that it was not a wise thing to reason with the little monk.

"Hmph! A shameless person who is rude, I, Linglong Pavilion, is not a place you can come when you want to."

After saying this, Fang Ziyu lost the interest in talking with her. She lit up her toes, the sword in her hand lit up, and her body turned into a stream of rainbow and rushed straight towards the little monk.

But when faced with Fang Ziyu's murderous attack, the little monk didn't care.

He just stomped his feet in anger at that time, and said loudly in his voice that was still a little tender.

"I'm not a shameless person!"

"My name is Guanglin Ghost!"
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