The next days were spent in the practice of the two. The cliff was located at the foot of Lingjiu Temple, but it was not isolated from the world. Wang Mengyao didn't know what she was thinking. She practiced the Beiming Tianpeng spirit with Wang Zhong every day, and never asked for anything to go there.

Wang Zhong was also happy to live a life of isolation in the cave with the beauty. In addition to Wang Zhong going out several times to buy some daily necessities in the town at the foot of Lingjiu Temple, the daily affairs of the two were practicing qigong. Wang Zhong had Wang Mengyao by his side, and he didn't feel bored. After more than a month, the two of them had achieved their skills and did not make much progress after practicing. Wang Mengyao proposed to leave the valley during one day of practice...

"Brother Zhong, you and I have achieved success in their practice for more than a month. It is not far from the martial arts conference held at Lingjiu Temple. Let's go out of the valley to see this so-called martial arts conference!" Since Wang Mengyao entered Wang Zhong's memory last time, the relationship between the two has become more and more intimate. Wang Zhong changed Wang Mengyao's name from some malicious mentality.

Every time Wang Mengyao calls Wang Zhongzhong, Wang Zhong feels the pleasure of eating peaches. The taste is not worthy of being told by outsiders. At the same time, for the so-called fairness, his name Wang Mengyao has also changed from Mengyao to Yaomei. Wang Mengyao didn't know what he thought, and he didn't agree with these two titles, so he decided.

"Okay, I can't be anxious about practicing martial arts. After all, I'll be able to get through. In the past month, I'll integrate all the seventy-two masterpieces of Lingjiu Temple and the eighteen dragon-subduing palms. Just go up the mountain to find the bad luck of the old monk. Yao sister, go back and clean up, and then go out to the valley!" Wang Zhong heard Wang Mengyao say this, and knew that this life of happiness was not possible. He happened to be idle for a while and wanted to go out to loosen his muscles and bones.

At this moment, the two packed up their luggage and disguised themselves and went out of the valley. Wang Zhongke did not forget that he was still a Hu dog in the mouth of a martial arts figure in the Middle Earth Dynasty. He killed his master and father and everyone was killed. It was not suitable to see people with true faces. Wang Mengyao was even simpler. If a woman like a fairy didn't make herself ordinary, it would be strange if nothing happened in a martial arts fairy-like conference.

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"Wang Zhong, a dog thief, killed his parents and teachers, and then ran to the Sutra Library to make a big fuss. The brave Hu Gou is still at large now. This martial arts conference has selected the martial arts master and is about to clean up this dog thief!" In the inn at the foot of Lingjiu Temple, a thick and powerful man slapped the empty wine bowl on the table and said loudly, which caused many martial arts people with knives and sticks to applause.

"Brother Zhong, don't be as knowledgeable as such people." On a elegant seat next to the stairs on the inn, Wang Mengyao was stretching out her jade hand to hold Wang Zhong's hand, and said softly, shaking her head slightly, indicating that Wang Zhong should not be impatient.

"I really don't know if you don't know if you are alive or not. If you stand here, do you have the courage to fart this dog? "Before Wang Zhong, you can speak up before Wang Zhong could speak up, and on the elegant seat next to you, a Tibetan lama with a round face with wide face and earlobes almost hanging to his shoulders, said sarcastically.

"Is it him?" Wang Zhong originally wanted to go down and teach the guy who was rude, but he didn't expect someone next to him to help him set up this beam, looked closely and murmured.

"Who is he?" Wang Mengyao, who was standing beside him, saw Wang Zhong let go and said in this tone. Naturally, she understood that this lama was not an ordinary person. Otherwise, she would not be so handsome as Wang Zhong's previous title of the world's largest gang leader. Although she had learned a great martial arts, she actually did not have much experience in the martial arts world. Otherwise, she would not have told her directly after Wang Zhong asked about the whereabouts of Beiming Tianpengjin.

"Meng Chilu, the king of the Great Wheel of Tibet, has a great flame sword technique. I have used him to kill him before. He is a character, but he has a bad temper and cannot stand someone slandering someone who is similar to his martial arts. The guy below who speaks rudely is going to be unlucky," Wang Zhong replied in a gloating tone when he heard Wang Mengyao ask.

"Which bastard is talking about it upstairs? The Overlord Knife in my hand hasn't been drinking blood for a long time. Are you going to let me start eating today?!" The thick man seemed to be drunk. When he heard this, he stood up suddenly as if he had been stepped on his tail and shouted loudly with a broad-faced ghost-headed knife. He looked like he was disagreeing and would kill the person who was sarcastic about him.

The people next to him shouted, as if they had never taken human life seriously. Obviously, these people, together with this rude man, were all desperate people. Seeing this, the people on the table all shrank their bodies, fearing that they would be affected by the fish.

"Bully Killing? Liu Yun, the Bully Killing?" The round-faced lama asked indifferently with an old god-like look on his face.

"That's right, it's me, why? I'm afraid? If I'm afraid, I'll get down for the uncle, kneel down and kowtow three times, burp, I'll spare you!" Liu Yuan, the Overlord Knife, heard the people upstairs talking about his title, felt even more gleam on his face. He stood on the table, raised the knife and pointed it at the location where the lama was.

"That's not. I originally thought that the Central Plains martial arts people held a martial arts conference to kill masters like Wang Zhong. Naturally, they all came from the top. Unexpectedly, what they saw today was all things that were not up to the table. Your so-called overlord sword can scare the elderly, weak, women and children, and you dare to shout in front of me?"

Meng Chiluo's tone was incredible, and his attitude was staring at the eyes of the sacred sword. Liu Yun felt a faint light on his face, and anger erupted from his chest, and he shouted with alcohol: "The thief is bald, die!" He jumped up and held the broad-faced ghost-headed sword weighing at least twenty pounds to slash at Meng Chiluo!

If Liu Yun dares to yell here, he is not a bad guy. His broad-faced ghost-headed sword, coupled with his big and thick airs, can actually rise up in the air and chop at Meng Chiluo. Unfortunately, Meng Chiluo is not an ordinary character, but a role that is equal to Wang Zhongfang, who was a top martial arts master, was so easy to be taken down?

Meng Chiluo was still sitting upright, raising his left hand, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and saw his left hand swing, and the string of Buddhist beads made a bang in the air like a whip, and suddenly hit the ghost-headed sword that Liu Yun roared!

"This lama hasn't seen him for many years, and his cultivation has reached a higher level!" Wang Zhong felt a sudden heart at first, and then he thought about these days, and his own experiences came to peace of mind. Since he practiced the Beiming Tianpeng Jing, he has become a world of difference from his previous masters. Even if Meng Chiluo is well-informed, he is afraid he is not his opponent, so he does not worry too much.

Liu Yun soared quickly and was smashed back faster. When the Buddhist bead servant touched the ghost-headed sword he raised, he swung back like a pendulum bell. The back of the knife hit Liu Yun's face. With a shocking scream, Liu Yun's body was like a stone falling from the height, and it drew a parabola from the air and hit the table where he had been drinking before. Anyone with discerning eyes could see that once this was broken, it would be a result of broken bones and tendons.

It was a while ago, just as Liu Yun was about to hit the wine table, a white palm stretched out from beside him, grabbed Liu Yun's back, and threw Liu Yun out in circles, as if he was throwing a top. Although he could not help but smashed his nose and face, at least his life was saved because the falling force had been removed cleanly.
Chapter completed!