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Volume 3 Smiling Proud Chapter 120 Long Roar

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    Chapter 120: Long Roar

    "Yan Chaoqun!" Mr. Song stood up and shouted coldly with a serious look on his face.

    "Hey, I didn't expect that Mr. Song still remembers a certain family!" The skinny old man sneered and squinted at him, his face full of sarcasm and ridicule.

    Mr. Song¡¯s face was as dark as water, he was stroking his silver beard and was silent. He just looked at Yan Chaoqun¡¯s constant sneer there.

    "Senior Yan, today is the family master's birthday banquet. If something happens, we might as well talk about it another day!" Zhou Huairen took a step forward and said with cupped fists.

    "Get out of here, kid!" Yan Chaoqun shouted impatiently, and with a flick of his hand, a ray of silver light suddenly shot out, heading straight towards Zhou Huairen's door.

    Zhou Huairen was caught off guard. He didn't expect that this person would take action as soon as he asked. There was no trace of the demeanor of his predecessors. On one side of his body, a willow leaf dart flew past his forehead, cutting off several hairs.

    The cold air lingered on his forehead for a long time. Zhou Huairen secretly thought that he was lucky that the dart was caught off guard and extremely fast. It was really cruel.

    Anger surged in his heart, his eyes were burning, and he stared at Yan Chaoqun coldly: "What a senior!"

    "You're looking for death!" Yan Chaoqun's small eyes widened, and a bright light burst out. He suddenly appeared in front of him and slapped him.

    Zhou Huairen saw the movement of his palm and was about to dodge. As soon as he moved, his face hurt. He had been slapped loudly.

    "You¡ª¡ª!" Zhou Huairen was furious, staring at Yan Chaoqun, his right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, his body tense, ready to explode.

    "Hehe, okay, you want to draw your sword with me?!" Yan Chaoqun sneered, one hand behind his back, the other holding the goat's beard under his chin, his eyes slightly slanted, as if contemptuous.

    "Huairen, stop!" Mr. Song shouted loudly, pushed the chair away, his face was as heavy as water, and he walked over slowly.

    The other six disciples followed behind him, like stars over the moon, slowly walked over and stood in front of Yan Chaoqun.

    At this time, five finger marks appeared on Zhou Huairen's crown-like face, which was conspicuously red, and the right side of his face was already swollen.

    "Yan Chaoqun, why can't you let go of the grudges from more than twenty years ago?!" Mr. Song glanced at Zhou Huairen's face, turned to Yan Chaoqun, and said in a deep voice.

    "Hehe, can you let it go!?" Yan Chaoqun sneered, with a mocking look on his face: "If your son is killed by me, can you let it go?!"

    ¡°What¡¯s the point of talking about the past?¡± Mr. Song shook his head.

    "What can't you say?!" Yan Chaoqun's small eyes widened, and his light shot out like a sharp blade into Mr. Song's eyes. He sneered: "For the past twenty-nine years, I have been practicing day and night just for this day.  , Today, in your Song Mansion, no chickens or dogs will be left alive!"

    "Yan Chaoqun!" Mr. Song's eyebrows were twitching, his eyes were glaring, and the electric light was flashing. He was really angry and shouted coldly: "Don't go too far!"

    "Hahahaha, hahahaha" Yan Chaoqun looked up to the sky and laughed, dripping with joy, as if he was crazy, but his thin body showed desolation.

    Suddenly, he suddenly turned his head, the smile on his face was gone, and he was as cold as ice. He stabbed him hard in the air with his fingers. Slowly, he gritted his teeth, and every word was as heavy as a thousand words: "Kill, person, pay, life! Blood!"  , debt, blood, pay!¡±

    "Back then, when your son raped and killed a woman, everyone found out and punished him!" Mr. Song frowned, and there was a faint chill in his heart. This Yan Chaoqun has gone crazy!

    "Shut up!" Yan Chaoqun shouted violently, staring at him with bloodshot eyes, which looked very scary. He said bitterly: "Even if I, Zhi'er, are not in any way good, why do you have the heart to kill him? He is just a child.  ah!"

    Mr. Song remained silent. At that time, he was young and vigorous. He saw a young girl die violently and found out that she was raped and murdered by a young master. He hated her deeply and without any hesitation, he drew out his Soul-Chasing Sword and killed her on the spot.  kill.

    Afterwards, he found out that this young man had a good background and was actually the son of the famous Taiyin swordsman Yan Chaoqun.

    At that time, he had already mastered the soul-chasing swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship was not inferior to that of famous masters. Yan Chaoqun came for revenge and was easily defeated by him.

    He didn¡¯t take Yan Chaoqun seriously. Although Yan Chaoqun¡¯s son committed crimes and committed crimes, Yan Chaoqun had no evil deeds.

    At this time, Mr. Song had some regrets. Although he had the name of the Soul-Chasing Sword, he had many rules in his behavior. He adhered to principles and only killed evil people.

    Everyone around was talking in low voices. Although the incident was not explained clearly, they could vaguely guess that it was Yan Chaoqun's son who did something evil and was hit by Mr. Song, who killed him. Then, Yan Chaoqun came to take revenge.  of.

    The old people in the scene have some impressions of Yan Chaoqun. Although the Taiyin SwordsmanHe is not a top expert, but he is still famous.

    "Yan Chaoqun, since you came to our door, you must be extremely skilled in martial arts and are very confident?" Mr. Song said calmly, stroking his beard.

    "You will know once you try it!" Yan Chaoqun said in a low voice, his voice was slow, his eyes became more and more bloodshot, and his eyes seemed to become red.

    "Master, disciple, come on!" Zhou Huairen saw his master wanting to take action, so he quickly took the lead and whispered.

    "The old man cannot rely on his muscles and bones. After all, Master is old and it is not suitable to fight with others. Besides, Master has not practiced martial arts in these years, so his martial arts may have deteriorated a lot."

    "Hey, Mr. Song, you might as well let these disciples of yours die first!" Yan Chaoqun sneered, his gaze like a blade, sweeping across the crowd.

    "Huairen, stand aside, you are no match for him." Mr. Song waved his hand, pushed him away, and slowly walked to Yan Chaoqun.

    In Penglai Pavilion, Xiao Yuesheng stood on a rock by the sea, facing the sea, and his mind suddenly became much broader.

    Xiaohe and Huang Sisi stood not far behind him, watching the ebb and flow of the tide.

    Huang Sisi snorted softly and whispered to Xiaohe: "Sister Xiaohe, what is your master doing? Did he fall asleep after standing there for so long?!"

    "Don't talk nonsense, the master is thinking about something." Xiao He hurriedly pointed in front of Ying's lips and whispered.

    Huang Sisi frowned in dissatisfaction: "Humph, what serious thing can he do?!"

    "Sister Sisi, let's go there for a walk!" Seeing that she couldn't shut up, Xiao He hurriedly pulled her away, so as not to disturb the master's thinking.

    Xiao Yuesheng faced the sea, facing the sea breeze, breathing long and long, integrating with the waves. When the tide rose, he exhaled, and when the tide fell, he breathed in. It was as if his mind was integrated with the sea. The vast and infinite meaning gradually emerged in the depths of his mind, and the more he  It's getting stronger.

    Half an hour later, the vast and infinite meaning in his mind surged like a roaring wave. He involuntarily raised his neck and let out a long roar.

    This long roar is like a huge wave rolling into the sky, its momentum is endless, it spreads on the sea surface, and it condenses but never disperses.

    Throughout the Penglai Pavilion, the wine jars on the table were buzzing, and people could only hear the roaring sound, and nothing else could be heard.

    The horses on the street and the dogs at home were all trembling, their legs were shaking, and they seemed to be greatly frightened. In the end, they all lay on the ground, motionless.

    The sound of a roar is so powerful.

    The entire martial arts masters in Dengzhou Prefecture were shocked. As if they were sensing something, several masters flew out from the Taoist temples and temples in Penglai Pavilion, running towards the sea without even touching the ground.

    They were moving very fast. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the beach and saw Xiao Yuesheng standing on the rocks with his hands behind his back.

    Xiao Yuesheng stood with his hands behind his hands, looking up at the scorching sun in the sky. The sea breeze blew up his clothes and fluttered, feeling indescribably carefree and unrestrained.

    A total of ten people, seven Taoist priests and five monks, appeared on the beach. They stood together and nodded to each other.

    Being in the same Penglai Pavilion, they are not far apart, so naturally they are quite familiar with each other.

    One of the Taoist priests stepped forward, asked with one hand, and raised his voice: "Immeasurable Life Buddha, I don't know which master is coming to Penglai Pavilion. I am a poor man who goes to the Qing Palace to show his courtesy!"

    Xiao Yuesheng's mind was intoxicated at this time. Originally, the turbulence in his mind was like a roaring wave. After a long roar, the fierceness was gone, and the wind was calm, vast, yet calm and harmonious, which was indescribably beautiful.

    So he heard someone coming from behind, all masters, but he remained motionless, intoxicated and unable to bear to pull out his mind.

    Hearing someone behind him asking, Xiao Yuesheng had no choice but to turn around slowly, cupped his fists in a salute, and smiled slightly: "Xiao Yihan, seeing the majestic waves on the sea here, I couldn't help but say something, I'm sorry!"

    "It turns out it's Donor Xiao," the Taoist priest Zhang Daoxu bowed his head and said calmly: "It's rare for an expert like Donor Xiao to come to Penglai Pavilion. Why don't you go and visit one?"

    Zhang Daoxu has a thin face, strange bones, bright yet soft eyes, and an air of elegance all over his body. You can tell at a glance that he is an extraordinary person.

    Xiao Yuesheng's eyes turned to his face and nodded slightly: "In this case, there will be trouble!"

    He was secretly surprised. Sure enough, there were many hermits in Taoist temples. The Zhang Daoxu in front of him had already reached the level of internal strength cultivation, almost entering the state of returning to nature. Such cultivation was already at the top of the world and rarely matched by others.
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