Liang Shan's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "Master!" The person who came was none other than Elder Hao. A master in the qi-entraining stage? ! When did he come down the mountain? Isn¡¯t this a way to die? A series of questions arose in Liangshan¡¯s mind. However, this look of Master Hao Jian is really cool, much better than the usual sickly and wretched look. Is this the true face of Master Hao Jian? "Hao Jian!" Xiaoyao Jun turned around and stared at him coldly. "It's normal to beat an apprentice and become a master." Hao Jian coughed lightly and put his hand on his chest, looking like a tuberculosis ghost. "You are looking for death!" Xiaoyao Jun said with a smile instead of anger: "You were once the number one master among the saints of the Holy Sword Hall, but now you are a useless person." "I am a useless person, but it is enough." Hao Jian's voice was cold, like a sword chopping Xiaoyao Jun's loud words into pieces. The sky full of wind and snow suddenly surrounded Hao Jian, and then froze, as if countless swords had condensed and suddenly moved towards Xiaoyao Jun. "Okay! Okay! Okay!" Mr. Xiaoyao said "Okay" three times again, "Then I will send you master and disciple on the road together!" With a buzz, a sword suddenly appeared above Master Hao Jian's head. Xiaoyao Jun's huge figure in Liangshan's heart, which seemed to fill the world, quickly shrank. Mr. Xiaoyao said in surprise, "Green Rainbow Sword!" Liangshan heard for the first time from Mr. Xiaoyao's voice that he was not calm. "Qinghong Sword is a relic of the ancient Pure Yang Sword Immortal. It can deliver a blow from the Pure Yang Immortal at key points. Of course I will die, but you, Mr. Xiaoyao, will not survive." Nangong Yan in the room could not change her current standing posture. , from the beginning until now. Her consciousness was cut into pieces by Elder Hao Jian's words, as if it could no longer be condensed, and time stopped in an instant. Nangong Yan clearly knew that Xiaoyao Jun would answer and make his decision in less than a second, but Nangong Yan felt as if ten thousand years had passed. Nangong Yan pushed her brain hard, like a high-speed computer, trying to calculate all the possible answers and corresponding endings of Xiaoyao Jun. Nangong Yan is a combat-type monk. It is almost her instinct to calculate all possible gains and losses at high speed when facing danger. Experts who are several steps above her can suppress her freedom of movement, but they cannot suppress her instincts. If she doesn¡¯t die this time, she will definitely benefit from the confrontation between Xiaoyao Jun and Elder Hao. The sword of the ancient Chunyang Sword Immortal! What is this concept? The ancient swordsmen dominated the scene and reached their peak, while the Middle Ages gradually declined. In modern times, the practice of swordsmanship almost completely relies on the spiritual swords preserved in the Middle Ages. " Like Elder Hao, who has cultivated sword energy by himself, and Liang Shanbo, these two masters and disciples are simply a miracle. Liang Shanbo just created a miracle and escaped from the mad dog Lingxiao, and now, his master, who fell into the dust from Shengzi Peak, is also creating a miracle to fight against Xiaoyao Jun. For a moment, Nangong Yan felt like her brain was deprived of oxygen, and she couldn't figure it out. Next door to Liangshan is Aunt Wang¡¯s house, where pig heads are being stewed in the kitchen, and the aroma is overflowing. Second Uncle Wang is rarely at home, so there is a table of food on the square table above the kang. Second Uncle Wang was drinking, while his son Huzi and daughter Nanzi were scrambling to grab meat to eat, while Aunt Wang was in the kitchen walking around the pot, bringing out plates of hot dishes. Every household around Liangshan¡¯s house basically has this scene. The smell of meat is wafting from every house, and the women and children are smiling. The man came back with money and meat, and had a hearty meal. It¡¯s not a Chinese New Year or a holiday. After eating this meal, the men all went to the barracks. The people living in this area are all Han Chinese. The Han people worked in the barracks as craftsmen, carpenters, blacksmiths, etc. One hundred trebuchets and one hundred thousand feathered arrows must be made within three days, and the skin will be peeled off until death. Under the rule of the Hu people, the division of labor was clear. The Han people were farmers, merchants and craftsmen, while the Hu people were engaged in military activities. This division of labor not only reflects the advantages of the Han people in personnel production, but also prevents the Han people from taking military power and subverting the Hu people's regime. Most Han people are happy with this division of labor. No matter how hard and tiring it is, it is better than standing on the city wall. The battle between Daxia and Northern Wei has entered the final critical moment, and the battle for Wuguan has naturally become the focus. ???????????????? Second Uncle Wang looked at the pair of sons and daughters feasting, and couldn¡¯t help but reach out and rub his son Huzi¡¯s hair. His eyes were full of love and affection, but Huzi glared at him, preventing him from eating meat. Neither the Wang family nor the Liu family noticed anything strange about the Chen family¡¯s thatched cottage. "I'll see how long you can last." Xiaoyao Jun said coldly. That¡¯s rightNangong Yan said in her heart that this is the best strategy. No matter what, Elder Hao has fallen to the entrainment stage. Even if he has an ancient sword, it is like a baby holding a giant axe. Can he swing it? "I'll count one, two, three. If you don't leave, I'll send out the sword." Hao Jian said simply, "One, two" "On December 28th next year, the Huashan Eighteen Cultivation Hall will decide what to do next." Talk about right and wrong." After saying that, Mr. Xiaoyao disappeared in a flash. "Master!" Liang Shan hurriedly stepped forward, about to lift his clothes and kneel down. The courtyard door opened, and his neighbor Aunt Wang came in with a large bowl of steaming pork. "Ms. Chen family, Mr. Chen family." Aunt Wang called, seeing Elder Hao, "Ah, we have a guest at your house." Nangong Yan immediately came out of the house as if her acupuncture point had been relieved, and said, "Aunt Wang, why are you here?" "Mrs. Chen's family, my house is boring today. I'll bring you some pork head meat." "Thank you!" Nangong Yan said quickly. Liangshan was slightly dazed. The almost life-and-death duel and the steaming warmth of the neighbors were connected so naturally. Liang Shan quickly glared at Nangong Yan. Nangong Yan understood and immediately took out three five-baht coins from his sleeves and handed them to Aunt Wang for processing. Aunt Wang quickly said: "How can I ask for your money? We are all neighbors." After saying that, she put down the big bowl and turned around to leave. After leaving the hospital, she felt a little uneasy, so she turned around and shouted: "Don't forget to return the bowl." I am." Liangshan glanced at Master Hao, moved his mouth, and said for a long time: "Master, there is some pig head meat to eat." At this time, Xiaoyao Jun had arrived at the city gate, and he happened to see the city gate "Cracking. " After closing the gate, two pairs of soldiers in bright armor and red tassel helmets ran over in unison. A general carrying a sword loudly announced that the city gate was closed, and no entry or exit was allowed in Wuguan from that day on. Mr. Xiaoyao looked at the top of the city, and he was even more busy. He turned around and walked a hundred or so steps, sat down at a stall, and said: "Boss, let's have a bowl of plain noodles." The boss responded loudly. Heavy snow was falling, and Wuguan City was quickly covered with a "big quilt". However, the Northern Wei Dynasty chose this moment to press in with their soldiers. To everyone's surprise, Wuguan City suddenly became like a pot of boiling water. It's like a stage. One second, all the major cultivation halls are gathered together, taking the stage one by one, hoping that the protagonist "Liang Shanbo" will surface. The next second, it suddenly stops, and the most cruel and fierce battle in the world is about to begin. The monks They automatically removed their "outfits" and stepped down to hide themselves. At this time, the Iron Wolf Army led by him was thirty miles away from Wuguan City.