"Jiang Jin, aren't you on Kun Peak in Jingshan? Why are you here?"

Ran Shaotang stood on the high red courtyard wall, with a purple-green sword tied around his waist, and his bright eyes shining with a burning light.

She asked Jiang Jin's Zhong Jiuchou in a familiar tone, as if she was two friends who had just separated. After saying goodbye, she met in the same street again in a blink of an eye and was as natural and close as she met in the same street.

Looking from the perspective of Zhong Jiuchou, the light flashed in Ran Shaotang's bright eyes was like the broken light of gold reflected on the blue lake of Jinghu Lake. It made people's eyes hurt.

The late autumn wind stirs the corners of the graceful young man's robe on the high wall, making people feel that the next moment, the person in front of him will become immortal.

He absent-mindedly said "ah".

Five years later, the two met again under the mask, each holding on to other people's faces. He knew who she was, but she didn't know how to pretend.

Ran Shaotang saw the stupid "Jiang Jin" and smiled bitterly.

If only he was really Jiang Jin.

Unfortunately, the person in front of him is a liar.

Let him pretend for a while, and then let’s talk about Qiu Wubing after he has solved the problem.

"Qiu Wubing, why did you feel so scared that you dare not speak when you see your grandfather?"

Qiu Wubing stared at her, without placing a hand on others, and flew directly to the wall, as if he wanted to go up and tear her in half.

Qiu Wubing hates the two of them the most so far.

One is Ran Shaotang who ruined his eyes.

One is Zhong Jiutang standing on the high wall.

Rather than hating Ran Shaotang, he was a pity that he could not get, because he wanted to take it for himself and take it for himself, and a carelessness was taken advantage of. He was probably blamed for underestimating the enemy.

But Jiutang made him hate him to the core.

He had never known him, and had no grudges, nor did he proactively provoke Zhong Jiutang. However, Zhong Jiutang not only ruined his appearance, but also almost destroyed his plan to unify Xinglin. How could he give up?

There is an undercurrent inside the Poison Immortal Sect, and the dispute between the two sects always exists. The leader of the former sect, Ning Wuji, is the master of Qiu Wubing, and his whole mind is on studying poison skills.

After decades of hard work, hard work will pay off. The Black Water Deerbill he developed shocked the world and never could solve it.

This made the Poison Immortal Sect jump from an unknown small sect to a big gang in the Xinglin that no one dared to mess with.

This also breeds the ambitions of some people in the sect.

The martial arts world has always been dominated by the martial arts world.

Xinglin is just a subordinate to the martial arts world, and all the sects in the martial arts world do not take them seriously. If there is prestige, the only one is the Medicine King Sect.

There are too many martial arts sects who rely on the Yaowang Sect to deliver miraculous doctors.

If there is a disciple of the Medicine King Sect in a martial arts gang, their status in the martial arts world is almost as stable as Mount Tai.

Therefore, their wounded people can not only be treated in time, but also regulate their qi and blood through medicine and diet, which will achieve twice the result of practicing martial arts and qi with half the effort.

Therefore, all major sects are willing to make friends with the Medicine King Sect.

The Poison Immortal Sect is considered a side sect in the martial arts world.

Although there is a black water deerbian with a head of a gate, it is not ashamed of the upright people in the martial arts world.

Therefore, in addition to studying poison techniques, Ning Wuji also wanted to be recognized by the martial arts world.

However, as a guardian, Gu Wanku has always violated Ning Wuji's will. Relying on the trust of the sect leader, he abused his power and caused trouble everywhere, and had accused the Yaowang Sect of the Sect, and repeatedly provoked the small sects in the martial arts world. The reputation of the Poison Immortal Sect is declining.

As his ambitions of Gu Wanwan Wankui's growing, he was no longer satisfied with being the guardian of a sect.

One mind must get rid of Ning Wuji and replace it.

Ning Wuji is a scholar in the Xinglin world. After developing the Black Water Deerbill, he began to study new and more powerful poisons.

The mind is not entirely on gang construction.

If it weren't for the meticulous Qiu Wubing who always followed him, the trick of "Bone Wan Ku" would have been successful long ago.

Even so, Ning Wuji was still plotted against the scene day and night.

His dementia is the result of poisoning.

Unfortunately, Qiu Wubing was too late to discover it, and no evidence of the poisoning of bones. Now, no matter how you save it, it cannot restore your master Ning Wuji's damaged brain to the point of the past.

Fortunately, Ning Wuji passed the position of the sect leader to Qiu Wubing before he was completely demented.

Qiu Wubing, who took over the Poison Immortal Sect, was always thinking about solutions in the complex situation inside the Sect.

Finally, he decided to digest internal contradictions with external contradictions.

He ruled Xinglin and marched into the martial arts world. As long as he kept making trouble, the Poison Immortal Sect would unify the target and move in one direction. There was no time for him to take care of him.

And he will gradually disintegrate the power of his bones and dying in this unification until everyone returns to him.

This Xinglin Conference was not only a battle for his status in the world, but also his best opportunity to resolve internal conflicts. No one can destroy it.

Even if the young master of Shura Palace is the younger brother, he will kill him quickly.

Ran Shaotang smiled and watched Qiu Wubing fly in front of him, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

I guess in five years, except for the poison technique that has not grown close and the martial arts skills have not been broken, even my brain has deteriorated.

People like her dare to get close to her are either their own people or those who are unable to think about it.

Ran Shaotang raised his hand and threw the crossbow hidden in his sleeve into his palm. The arrow that had long been quenched with poison was shot out instantly, hitting Mili, covering Qiu Wubing's face.

Qiu Wubing was plotted against her attack last time by Zhong Jiutang.

His body floated lightly to the left, avoiding the attack of hidden weapons, and stood on the wall without any danger.

The two are only seven feet apart.

Ran Shaotang touched the purple green sword hanging around his waist with his other hand, and pulled it out and slashed it straight into Mili.

Qiu Wubing's feet had not yet stood firm on the wall, and a cold light flashed towards him, slashing a sword with a cold air.

He hurriedly retreated, but his speed was not as fast as the sword. He heard a "swish" sound, and the mili cracked from the middle.

The sword energy forced the white veil to open, revealing his swollen face.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha."

Zhong Jiuchou, who had been watching the game, saw that face and smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth.

Su Lun looked at his master in surprise, wondering: Is it so funny? It's just a face that ruined his face.

In the end, Jiuchou compared the two handsome and ugly faces on the high wall, and felt that he looked pretty good. No wonder Qiu Wubing wanted to wear Mili, but he turned out to be so respectful.

Ran Shaotang glanced at the unscrupulous person who was smiling like a sword, and felt that his smile was a little familiar.

Qiu Wubing cared about his appearance very much, immediately covered his face with his sleeves, and angrily scolded Ran Shaotang: "Zhongjiutang, don't think about going out alive today."

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen guards standing in the courtyard immediately showed their weapons and surrounded Ran Shaotang.

This weapon is nothing else, it is a whip that is several meters long. The whip is wrapped with a sharp blade, and the blade is hardened with poison. If anyone is thrown over, he will still seek antidote from the Poison Immortal Sect.

In the end, Jiuchou smiled enough, worried that Shaotang would suffer a loss, so he winked at Su Lun who was standing beside him with a deep face.

Su Lun had no choice but to retreat to the corner, and walked away while the person was not paying attention.
Chapter completed!