Emei Emei, with majestic mountains and beautiful shapes, it is a famous Buddhist mountain, but today, this famous mountain is not at all Buddhist.

One by one, the people with swords and swords, either walking alone or walking together, were fighting and killing all the time, injecting a solemn and murderous spirit into this famous mountain and river shrouded in the fog.

At the foot of the mountain, the Emei Sect disciples dressed neatly early. Hou is here to welcome all kinds of heroes. The leader is the familiar face Ma Xiuzhen.

"Please, please."

"Okay, okay."

"polite."

"Hey, why don't you see your number one disciple Su Shaoying?"

"Yes, since I received the invitation from Dugu Yihe, I set off at night. I dared to delay it a day and came from outside the pass from afar. Your Emei Sect actually sent you a girl like an unknown girl to welcome guests. What does it mean? Could it be that your Emei Sect is self-controlling and looks down on the heroes of the world?"

"How dare you? It's just that the senior brother went down the mountain to experience it. He has not returned yet and has no news. Master, he sent me, the senior sister to welcome guests. It's not because he intended to be slow to treat all the distinguished guests."

"So that's how offensive it is."

"where."

...When welcoming and greetings, Ma Xiuzhen felt dry mouth. She was so tired that she was already so annoyed that she had to force herself to deal with all kinds of guests, especially when she met a customer with a stinky temper, she could only complain secretly and explain patiently. After a while, her waist was bent a little bit.

Until I saw someone.

"Li Yang." Looking at Li Yang who was walking slowly on the road, Ma Xiuzhen suddenly became energetic and straightened her waist.

"He is Li Yang?"

"Yes, the one Dugu Yihe invited to fight."

"I have heard of him before, and it is said that he has a good relationship with the Jiangnan Hua family."

"More than just the thief of the Iron Shoes, he killed it."

...The guests who had not yet climbed the mountain pointed at Li Yang, whispered and talked a lot.

The Emei Sect disciples reacted even more and drew their swords and rushed forward, surrounding Li Yang.

"The evil thief, how dare you go up the mountain?"

"Today I will vent my anger for Senior Sister Xiuqing."

...I was pointed at by swords and discussed by a person. In this situation, if someone else was afraid that before the fight started, I would have been timid.

Li Yang had also seen big scenes, so he naturally couldn't scare him. He looked as usual, and turned around and looked around the Emei disciples who surrounded him, "Did I remember it wrong, or did Dugu Yihe change the contents of the war book, and fight one-on-one duels to lead the crowd to fight."

"If there is no rule, why don't you let go?" This was said by Ma Xiuzhen, but not at Li Yang, but at her junior brothers and sisters.

"But senior sister, he"

"But what? The heroes of the world are waiting, and the master is also waiting on the mountain. If you stop him here, who will go up to duel with the master? You? Or you?" Ma Xiuzhen glared and scolded. The depression accumulated during the welcoming guests was vented through this.

The disciples bowed their heads one after another, dared not speak, and retreated from both sides.

Li Yang had to come forward and blinked at Ma Xiuzhen in secret.

I'm not helping you, why did you wink at me?

Ma Xiuzhen couldn't help but remember what happened in Yan's Mansion that day. She felt guilty, but the more she felt guilty, the more she raised her head and pretended to be calm.

"Please." Ma Xiuzhen didn't look at Li Yang's face, and made a stubborn gesture of inviting her, then led the way and personally led Li Yang up the mountain.

"You want to take the opportunity to get rid of the labour of welcoming guests." Li Yang suddenly said.

"No...no." Ma Xiu's tone was like a child who was found stealing candy.

Li Yang chuckled twice and didn't say anything again.

Because of the formation on the mountain, he lost interest in teasing the girl.

In front of us is a huge martial arts performance venue paved with blue bricks. On weekdays, a group of Emei disciples practice martial arts and swords. At this moment, as a duel venue, there are two rows of tables and chairs, which are seats for the elders of various sects and martial arts celebrities.

At first glance, there were those who Li Yang knew, such as Master Kuzhi of Shaolin, Jin Jiuling, and Eagle-eyed Laoqi... Some didn't know each other, Bashan Xiaodao Gu, Taoist Shi Yan of Wudang, and even a young man. He was only about twenty years old, but he was among the elders of all sects. He seemed to be a powerful child. As for those with lower status, he could only stand and watch on the periphery. On the outside, there were disciples of the Emei sect, who were responsible for serving tea and water, some were responsible for maintaining order, or they wanted to join in the fun... The huge martial arts performance venue was crowded with people.

Only in the middle area, a wide passage is left.

On this passage, a circular wooden platform stands, which is temporarily built. When you look over the platform and look up the passage, there are nine steps connecting a magnificent hall. Dugu Yihe appears on the steps. On the top seat in front of the hall, he sits with a sword on his own, which is quite domineering.

"This...is a bit too exaggerated." Li Yang was speechless.

In other words, the place is not big enough. If the place is big enough, would Dugu Yihe want to invite everyone in the world?

Among these people, someone else greeted Li Yang, "Oh, it seems that you and I are destined to be unable to drink this wine."

Zhu Ting, who always wanted to have a drink with Li Yang, but was always missed by chance.

"The carpenter also came to see people compete in swords?" Li Yang joked.

"The carpenter is also curious."

Zhu Ting made a clever move and was not bad at quarrel. He sighed: "Maybe you will die by then, and I, a carpenter, will collect the body, kill the coffin, and build a tomb for you."

Li Yang was not angry and clapped his hands and laughed, "The tomb built by Zhu Ting must be no tomb robbers who can steal it. Now I can rest assured."

Zhu Ting shook his head laughed and cried.

Facts have proved that Li Yang is better at speaking skills.

"My nephew, you haven't seen each other for several months. Your reputation is getting bigger and bigger. It's so terrifying to be young." A familiar voice of praise sounded.

Following the source of the sound, Li Yang turned his head to look at the seat on the left. After seeing that it was Hua Ruling, a wealthy man from Jiangnan, bowed and bowed to his younger generation, and said, "I didn't expect that your old man is here too."

"Brother Li." Hua Manlou, located behind Hua Ruling, greeted with fists.

Li Yang also hugged his fists and returned the favor with a little while, but gave him a look of pity.

With Hua Manlou's martial arts and family background, he should not be regarded as a guest of honor everywhere, but here, he is ranked first by seniority and does not even have the status of sitting. He can only stand behind Hua Ruling and squeeze with a group of people. His thin body is like a little lamb in the crowd, falling into a wolf pack.

"It's so pitiful." Someone sighed softly on the roof of the palace.

Another acquaintance of Li Yang.

Lu Xiaofeng.

With this guy's unwillingness to be lonely, how could such a grand event be absent?

But he chose the roof wisely, and this special seat with a wide view and no crowd.

"Tsk tsk, this scene, this situation, good guy, how many invitations have Dugu Yihe sent? Lu Xiaoji, you said that Dugu Yihe is so old, why are you still as competitive as a young man and show off?" A voice sounded beside Lu Xiaofeng. Obviously, it is not only Lu Xiaofeng, but the only person who can call Lu Xiaofeng Lu Xiaoji is naturally Sikong Zhaixing.

"You can speak softly."

"What are you afraid of? No one hears it."

"Do you really think no one notices us? Look there." Lu Xiaofeng snorted and pointed his hand at the martial arts performance venue.

Sikong Zhaixing looked in the direction and just met the sight of one person in the field from a distance.

--Li Yang.

Perhaps because of the nature of a thief, Sikong Zhaixing immediately looked away and his voice became a little less consciously. "This boy named Li is really a bit tricky. No wonder Dugu Yihe wants to duel with him."

"Actually, there are still people who find out that we are, but those are all seniors, with self-respect and too lazy to bother with us juniors."

"To put it nicely, isn't it just that squatting on someone else's roof is a humiliating identity and can't erase your face."

Lu Xiaofeng did not answer the conversation.

Because Dugu Yihe, who was sitting in front of the palace, finally got up and looked around, his eyes showing his glory.

"Today, I am all my colleagues applauding my face and gathered in Emei. I am afraid that there will be any inadequate reception. Now I have a throat disease again, my voice is hoarse, and I almost lose my voice when it is serious. Therefore, if there is any rudeness, I hope that all my colleagues will not blame you, and I will apologize first here."

He said he was apologizing, but he had no action in his body, and he was just a polite word.

"The leader of Dugu is so arrogant."

"All of them are friends, Brother Dugu invites you, how dare I not come?"

"Brother Dugu must take care of his health."

...The relationship with the Emei Sect is good, such as the Wudang Shaolin, etc., and respond with good words. If you have a good relationship, just perfunctory. Of course, there are also many people who are cold-eyed and silent.

Dugu Yihe saw it all, but pretended not to see it. After being polite, he directly pointed his eyes and spearhead at Li Yang and said hoarsely: "You really have the courage to come. Just because of this, when you die, I will choose a good place to bury you on Mount Emei."

So crazy!

You deserve to be sick from your throat.

Li Yang sneered in his heart, and did not respond. He jumped onto the platform and looked at Dugu Yihe with a provocative gaze.

Dugu Yihe said, "Where is your sword?"

"You dare to let me use a sword?" Li Yang's tone seemed to point out.

You know, at the Yan Mansion, he cheated on borrowing swords and kidnapped Sun Xiuqing.

Dugu Yihe's face obviously pulled down, "If you use a sword, use a sword. Don't talk nonsense, so that you can't die with your eyes open. People in the world will laugh at me for being unarmed and winning without force."

In fact, Li Yang also wants to use a sword. It’s just that ordinary swords are useless. He is destined to be the enemy of Dugu Yihe’s sword. It’s not difficult to buy a good sword for money, but he is still unable to defeat the sword in the end.

A real sword cannot be bought with money, and Li Yang couldn't find it for a while, so he came empty-handedly.

"Nephew, what do you think of my sword?" Unexpectedly, someone took the initiative to offer his sword.

Everyone looked at the sound and found that it was Hua Ruling.

Hua Ruling didn't care about everyone's eyes, including Dugu Yihe. With his current status and reputation, there was no need to be afraid of Dugu Yihe in such small things. It can be seen that he sincerely admired Li Yang, a younger generation.

"Lou'er." Hua Ruling showed off her own sword and handed it behind her.

Hua Manlou respectfully took the sword, walked out of the crowd, climbed onto the platform, and handed it over to Li Yang.

"Old Master Hua's sword must be extraordinary, then I'm not polite." Li Yang reached out and was about to take it.

"call out."

A sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out.

A stream of light flew out from outside, inserted between Li Yang and Hua Manlou at a speed of lightning speed, and hit Hua Ruling's sword with a "clang" sound.

This sword and the scabbard broke on the spot!
Chapter completed!