Chapter 41: 10 feet of red dust

　　 No words for a night.
　　 Lin Yang didn't wait for the attack that should have occurred. He thought that there was an extra first-rate expert, which changed things.
　　 There was no accidental attack, and the three sects of Wanjian School, Zhanxinglou and Xiaoyuemen also arrived at Fengyunzhuang today as scheduled.
　　 Gukong Mountain, the head of the Wanjian School, the guardian of the Xiaoyue Gate, and the master of Louluo Zhanxing held an alliance meeting among martial artists, swearing to the death to seal the devil's grave, and avoiding the charcoal of human beings.
　　Torrinyang’s blessing, a group of reincarnations are ranked among the heads of many sects, sitting in the closest position to the center.
　　 Someone was whispering, dissatisfied that a group of juniors could sit in front of them and wait for someone’s ‘Wulin Master’, but due to the power of Fengyun Village, they dare not make trouble.
　　 On such occasions, once something happens, it will not give face to the four major sects. If it is targeted, the world will no longer have a foothold.
　　 At the end of the alliance meeting, it is a ‘discussion’ showcasing the strengths of all parties. The winner will have more say in the next crusade.
　　 "This mage, I want to discuss one or two with you."
　　 is a middle-aged man in his early forties with half-white hair and brocade clothes. He narrowed his eyes to look at Meng Qi. The bare head of this little monk swayed in front of him for a long time, and it made him feel angry. He took the opportunity to teach the other party upright and let him know that there are places that are not arranged by Gu Kongshan, so he can sit anywhere. of.
　　 "Is the leader of the'Da Kong Gang', Yuan Xingyun."
　　Some martial arts people recognize Jin Yi's middle-aged identity.
　　 "Hey, Yuan Xingyun has always been outspoken, but I didn't expect to be able to bear it today."
　　 Some people ridiculed, judging from where he sits, his status will not be lower than that of the big empty gang leader.
　　 "It is rumored that the gang leader of this big air gang, by chance, has some connection with the Xiaoyue Sect, and he has already surpassed the master of the inner family and entered Tongyou."
　　 A young man who is neither tall nor short thought of the rumors of the previous two years.
　　 "Whether it's true or not, you will know when you look at it next time, this little monk can sit in the first row, so he is also a master of the inner family."
　　The person who spoke was a swordsman with a scabbard hanging from his waist.
　　 "Ancient village owner, this..."
　　 The head of Wanjianmen turned his head to look at the Gukong Mountain opposite. His temper is like a sword, but he thinks that this place is Fengyunzhuang.
　　 "Except for the four major sects like me, who can use the power of the town to send magical soldiers to become Tongyou, ordinary martial arts people, no matter how strong the inner family, can't compare to Tongyou, no matter how masters appear, they are just a waste of time."
　　 The old man Shouque uttered the words that the head of Wanjianmen was hesitant to say. Indeed, as he said, it is a pity that the Samsara practitioners in front of him are not cultivating the path to the secluded, and one by one is not weaker than the ordinary ones, and they should be surprised by common sense.
　　The original poster of Luo looked at the form in front of him and said nothing.
　　 A battle that can be solved with just a few breaths. The Dakong Gang master who relied on Xiaoyue Weaving to communicate with the quiet is not comparable to an ordinary monk.
　　 "Amitabha, since the donor is kindly invited, the poor monk is disrespectful."
　　 After Meng Qi said the Buddha's horn, he walked to the ring with a smile. If his team can control the final say, it would be great.
　　 Yuan Xingyun gave a cold snort, and walked up to the bluestone ring in threes or twos. The two were several feet apart, facing each other.
　　 "In that case, let the owner be the referee."
　　 Gu Kongshan waved back the disciple who was supposed to be the referee, and opened his mouth with a smile.
　　 Take this opportunity to observe the strength of this power group.
　　 A thought flashed in his mind.
　　 Gu Kongshan glanced around the venue, his eyes paused slightly on Lin Yang, who was indifferent, then looked at the two people on the ring, and said: "Two, let's start when you are ready."
　　 As soon as the word fell, Yuan Xingyun snorted again, his expression flashing proudly. With his hands on his back, he spoke like an expert from outside the world: "Little monk, this gang leader is more than ten years older than you, and he won’t deceive you. He will let you have one hand later, and let you do it first, so as not to spread the gang leader. In the name of bullying."
　　 噗嗤!
　　 Lin Yang really couldn't help laughing out loud. Every time he performed a mission in the low world, he would always meet this kind of role as the second and third child. Does this Jinyi middle-aged know that Meng Qi, who is opposite him, has the ability to kill Liu Qiqiao? He is barely equivalent to two holes, where's the confidence?
　　 There was no silence in the venue, but the sudden laughter was also very harsh, which made many martial arts people look at the place where the laughter came from.
　　 "Sorry, sorry."
　　 Lin Yang waved his hand to signal everyone not to care. He touched his chin and reflected in his heart: "Is it because I haven't cultivated for long enough, or I am out of mind, or my laugh point is too low? Although I know that there is nothing wrong with other people's'common sense', but since I am here, I have to respect it. My'common sense' is right, well, that's it."
　　 "Who is this impertinent junior? How can He De sit first besides me?"
　　 The old man Shouque glanced slantingly, and said in a bad tone. Born in the Aria Gate, he has always looked down on the mud legs of the rivers and lakes, and the little characters who have never hoped to communicate with each other, one by one, are happy and disgusting. If it were not for fate, Yuan Xingyun would definitely not be able to rely on his own magic weapon, Xiaoyue weaving, to achieve success.
　　 Gu Kongshan's complexion couldn't help but changed when he heard this. He quickly glanced at Lin Yang, and after not finding anything abnormal, he whispered: "Speak carefully, I will tell you later."
　　 Today, as soon as the three major sects arrived, the alliance meeting began. He has not told the helm of the three major sects about the situation of Lin Yang and others.
　　 With such a cautious posture, the head of Wanjian and Lou Zhu, who didn't care, also turned their heads, and then stared at Lin Yang. After watching for a long time, they couldn't find anything.
"Humph."
　　 The old man Shouque no longer said much, knowing that there must be hidden feelings.
Seeing that the venue was quiet again, Meng Qi raised his head slightly and stared at the roof for a few seconds. Before Yuan Xingyun became impatient ~EbookFREE.me~ he sighed slightly: "Amitabha, since the benefactor said so, the little monk is not good at keeping his hands. I hope the donor will forgive me."
　　 The Red Sun Town Xie Sword in his hand is an ordinary style of ring sword, but the body of the sword is faintly glowing with crimson, and it is covered with patterns like warp and seal. It is a sharp weapon class soldier.
　　 "Donor, look at the knife!" Meng Qi yelled, doing etiquette.
　　 Yuan Xingyun smiled upon hearing this, and he wanted to use his own faculty.
　　 A splendid sword light leaped into the eyes, and ten feet of red dust dazzled, as if it contained what everyone wanted but couldn't.
　　 The sword is light and empty, evolving into thousands.
Yuan Xingyun saw that he had obtained the four sects of the town sent the magical soldiers, and with one person's power, he put down the magic tomb, and then the magical power was completed, and he entered a state of enthusiasm that no one has stepped into for thousands of years. The of Sheji ruled the world, the harem was three thousand beauties, the world was peaceful, the weather was good, and the population was called the holy emperor. After more than a hundred years, he became the realm of immortals and soared through the sky.
　　 Such all kinds of beauty are extremely beautiful, extremely sweet, and difficult to extricate themselves.
　　 Seeing this splendid sword-light martial arts person, there is also a ten-zhang red dust in his heart, unable to extricate himself. Some people blush, some have red ears, some are excited, some laugh wildly, all sorts of gaffes, and so on.
　　Golden Wanliang, martial arts fame, wine and beauty, indulging in life and death, all of them smiled, as if enjoying them.
　　 Even the helms of the four major sects are staring at the knife with round eyes.
　　 The light converges, the dream wakes up.
　　 Everyone woke up, they only felt extremely lost, and they wished to experience the ultimate beauty again.
　　 "Not bad."
　　 Lin Yang showed his approval. This sword pointed directly at the original heart, and all kinds of desires were hard to resist. It was indeed a Buddhism's unique knowledge of outdoor scenes, Ananda's method of breaking the precepts.