My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

Nanli Pavilion, beside the ancient road.

The green grass is all over the sky.

The dark clouds were densely covered, bringing with it a howling gust of wind, blowing the green clothes that were walking on the official road, and the sleeves of their clothes fluttered.

Butler Chen walked slowly, step by step, with a calm expression.

His body did not have the sharpness that a swordsman should have, and was even as gentle as a piece of sharp jade that had been worn away.

Soon, Steward Chen stepped onto the steps of the pavilion and looked at the withered old man calmly.

The two people who were high-spirited in the past, now one looks haggard, and the other has a third of white hair, and both of them have lost the arrogance of looking up to the sky and smiling at the sky.

All the people watching the battle held their breath.

Chen Tianxuan, the second rank of the fall, the first place in the Great Xia Battle Ranking, one of the top ten sword masters in the Great Xia, has a very high reputation.

Although Yuan Chenggang, the spear king, was not as famous as Chen Tianxuan, but at the first rank, he was enough to make most of the monks in the world laugh.

This is a battle between dragons and tigers, and everyone is looking forward to it.

Watching the battle between high-ranking monks will definitely benefit a lot.

According to the rumors, when Li Xianyuan, number one in the Great Chu Battle Ranking, watched the battles of high-grade monks, he would not hesitate to be injured by the Qi machine when he was young. Later, he finally summed up the experience and knowledge from watching the battles. Techniques, combining the strengths of thousands of families, enter the Tao with one thought, aspire to the top of the list, and overwhelm the great Chu Jianghu for decades.

The way of cultivation is inherently mysterious, but in fact, it depends on talent. There are evildoers, once they realize the Tao, they will land on the earth in one step.

Those with poor talent can't climb the next level even after decades of wasting time.

In the South Pavilion.

The two did not directly erupt into a terrifying battle as everyone imagined.

But I saw smiles blooming on the faces of the two of them.

It's like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years, sitting down and chatting with each other in the Nanli Pavilion.

On the top of the pavilion, dark clouds are like a vast sea.

The atmosphere seemed a bit weird.

The haggard old man was extremely emaciated, holding a shiny bamboo pole, with his cheek pressed against the bamboo pole, huddled in a corner of the Nanli Pavilion, his blind eyes were devoid of light.

Tilting his head, he said with a smile, Actually, I knew you were in Anping County. If you didn't do anything, I wouldn't come to you.

The grievances between you and me need to be settled.

Yuan Chenggang said.

Steward Chen looked at Yuan Chenggang in a green shirt, You have already entered the top ten list, why didn't you enter? You must win against me?

Without Chen Tianxuan, the top ten is so boring. If I can't beat you, it will be useless to be in the top ten.

Yuan Chenggang slowly removed the huge yellow wooden box he was carrying, and said.

The wooden box was opened, and there were two silver guns lying quietly inside. The silver guns were painted with unique patterns, like patterns formed by mercury flowing on them.

The years have corroded your face, but not your competitive spirit.

After Chen Butler said something, he also took off the ancient sword Dijiao on his back, and slowly uncovered the white cloth.

It's not about being competitive, it's just that I, Yuan Chenggang, don't want to win without martial arts, otherwise the tenth position on the list is not secure.

Clang!

The two silver spears were combined together and became a long spear.

The old man put down the bamboo pole and held the gun.

The gun in his hand seemed to have turned into a bamboo pole that had guided him forward for decades and replaced his eyes.

Yuan Chenggang stared at Steward Chen with somewhat cloudy eyes and said slowly: Actually, you don't have to fight... After all, if you and I fight, whether you win or lose, it won't do you any good.

Yuan Chenggang tilted his head and said.

Steward Chen completely stripped off the white cloth of Gu Jiandi Jiao, and smiled.

No, we have to fight.

Yes, Liwei.

Words fell.

In the ancient pavilion, the atmosphere changed suddenly, from the smooth talk between friends, it turned into the impact of landslides and ground cracks in an instant.

The old man Yuan Chenggang laughed, holding the silver gun in one hand,

The tip of the gun hit the ground.

war.

One word out of the mouth, like a dragon exhaling.

In the flat ground, there are silver phantoms of spear lights one after another, like waterfalls flowing backwards, pouring into the sky.

Butler Chen stood upright in the pavilion.

The ground dragon of the ancient sword in his hand trembled lightly, with infinite sword energy, it also broke through the ground, bursting out like mushrooms after a rain.

The gun light and sword shadow collided with each other like two big waves.

All eyes.

The sky above the Nanli Pavilion was as dark as the wind and rain, and the black clouds roared.

The torrential rain that had been suppressed for a long time poured down and splashed on everyone's heads.

fight.

...

Ghetto, Gopher Street.

On the dirty, fetid-smelling streets, walking corpses were running wildly. They roared like ignorant beasts.

On the roof, the rotten monk was laughing wantonly, looking at the walking corpses on the dilapidated street below like a black river surging down, showing excitement.

Of course, it was a pity that he was not able to go outside Anping County to watch a shocking match.

Although the dead monk felt that it was a pity, he could barely accept the harvest.

Seventh rank martial artist... tore him alive!

The dead monk rang the silver bell and laughed.

Zhao Donghan drew out the long knife at his waist, swung it violently, burst out with energy and blood, and split a walking corpse in half.

This walking corpse, whose physical body was as hard as a copper-skinned martial artist, slashed with a knife, and the blade was slightly frustrated.

If it was just a walking corpse, Zhao Donghan would naturally not care about it, but... at this moment, hundreds of walking corpses are densely packed on the Gopher Street. a lot.

Zhao Donghan didn't know what Luo Hong was doing in the pork shop.

But he did not escape by himself, did not retreat.

Like a burly mountain, standing in front of the pork shop, the blood clings to the blade, swinging the blade continuously, chopping down continuously.

Puchi, puchi...

In front of him, one after another flying corpses were split open by Zhao Donghan, and the splattered blood instantly overturned his body.

Zhao Donghan was indifferent to the strong stench and remained motionless.

Quite a man in charge of the gate, ten thousand husbands don't open the spirit.

The sky was gloomy, and the downpour had not yet fallen.

It made the blood in the air and the smell of fermentation more and more stinky.

The corpses in front of the pork shop piled up more and more, like two hills, but there were still walking corpses flying towards them without fear.

On the roof, the novice in tattered robes squinted and smiled.

He is a loyal and good guard. However, manpower is sometimes poor, and a vulgar warrior will eventually be exhausted... Let's see how many walking corpses you can block.

Perseverance is good, but after death, it can be refined into a good copper corpse.

My sorcery, one person forms an army! A sixth-rank martial artist will be terrified when he sees it. How long can a seventh-rank martial artist be able to resist?

You expect Chen Tianxuan to come and save you? At this moment, Chen Tianxuan might not even be able to protect himself...

Sammy grinned coldly.

Zhao Donghan was leaning on the knife, his eyes were completely stained with blood, and the words of the monk could not shake his heart.

With the young master behind him, he should guard the door for the young master.

Let these pickled things be impenetrable!

The other seven evil cultivators wearing bamboo hats also used tricks.

They are much weaker than novice monks, but they are also evil.

Controlling the ghosts they cultivated, they flew out and bit Zhao Donghan's blood.

These ghosts are like gangrene attached to the bones, constantly devouring Zhao Donghan's vitality, making Zhao Donghan's body gradually cold.

There is also an evil cultivator who controls the ghost, and rushes into the pork shop, looking for Luo Hong.

suddenly.

The chuckling novice, with a stagnant smile on his face, raised his head to look at the pork shop.

He was somewhat stunned and surprised.

In his perception, Tu Sanduo's breath of life... was gone.

Sammy frowned.

The silver bell suddenly stopped swaying, and the walking corpses rushing out also stopped suddenly, with blank faces on their faces, staying in place.

In Zhao Donghan's ears, the only sound left was his breathing like a bellows.

When the walking corpse stopped flying, it still maintained its inertia and kept waving the knife in its hand.

His body was covered with wounds, which were bitten by walking corpses. Around him, there were probably more than 200 walking corpses that were hacked to death.

After a long time, it was leaning on a knife, kneeling on one knee, panting violently.

In the oppressive black clouds, there was a roar of summer thunder.

The heavy rain that had accumulated for a long time poured down.

It hit the ground, splashing bloody mud.

However, in the pork shop, there was a figure in white clothes, clutching the neck of the ghost that had entered alone. As he walked, the ghost's body gradually shriveled, as if it had been purified and absorbed...until it died.

One person forms an army, what a coincidence...

I can do it too.

In the pork shop, Luo Hong was dressed in white, looking at the novice, showing a gentle smile, his voice was like magnetism, lingering in the sound of the rain.

The righteous yang energy that was wantonly escaping from his body became more and more bright like a rainbow.

Like a scorching sun, it shines on the world.