Chapter 68 Sword and Sword

Report! White tiger clan, Chen Hu has arrived!" At this moment, there was a neutral voice outside the pavilion.

"Please!" Chen Meng quickly stood up, apologized to Xiao Lu and others, and then left here and went out to meet Chen Hu of the White Tiger clan. Chen Meng's brother, Fatty Chen, also went out, and the moment he went out again, Fatty Chen's face suddenly smiled. The White Tiger tribe among the southern barbarians is one of the four holy tribes, and Chen Hu can be called the most outstanding figure among the white tiger clan. Among his peers, it is rare to resist and is an extremely powerful figure.

"Haha! Chen Mengmei..." A voice like Huang Zhong Dalu sounded outside the pavilion, and a tall figure came in from the outside. The whole pavilion, even above the lake, echoed the man's words. Those singers who were dancing were suddenly frightened by the sudden sound and stopped unconsciously.

Huh? What's the matter? What about the people at the Third Avenue Gate? The person who came was a young man with a tiger's back and bear waist, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a pair of tiger eyes, shining like a fierce beast. This young man is also in his early twenties, but he has a white head, which is casually covered back, and there is a fierce force surging all over his body. The young man's eyes were as sharp as a blade. His eyes swept around the hall and only saw Xiao Lu and others, and his face suddenly became a little difficult to look.

"Hehe! Brother Chen Hu, please take a seat. I don't know why Brother Chen Hu came to my little sister? Chen Meng said with a smile. Of course, Chen Meng didn't know that this was all invited by her own brother Chen Pangzi.

"Stop talking nonsense, Sister Chen Meng, I heard that you have invited some people here to the Third Avenue Gate. Today, I came here mainly to ask for advice."

After listening to Chen Meng's words, Chen Hu did not hide it and said directly.

Hearing Chen Hu's words, Xiao Lu, who was on one side, suddenly became alert. After all, he was also a person from the Third Avenue Gate. Maybe these people came to find their own trouble.

Report! Xuanwu clan, Wu Wei key!"

Huh? Why did Wu Weijian, the turtle grandson, come here? When Chen Hu heard the name Wu Weijian, he couldn't help frowning the two thick tiger eyebrows.

At this time, there was a heavy footsteps outside, as if a giant was coming in from the outside, and the whole pavilion seemed to tremble with the sound of footsteps. However, when the man outside came into the hall, it turned out that the man with such a heavy footsteps was actually a yellow-faced young man with a narrow head and a pointed forehead with his hands almost hanging down to his knees.

"Hmm! Stinky tiger, I didn't expect you to be here too!" Such a strange young man was as transparent as the people around him. After a glance in the hall, his eyes fell on Chen Hu.

"What, your turtle shell is itchy again? Do you want to be beaten?" Chen Hu's tigers stared at Wu Weijian, and a tragic evil spirit suddenly spread from him.

"What's the use of you stinky tiger? There are people who go to the gate of the Third Avenue!" Wu Weijian walked to Chen Hu with heavy steps, and then sat directly in the seat next to Chen Hu. At this time, everyone saw that a bulge on Wu Weijian's back, as if there was something like a pot hidden under his clothes. Is he still carrying his turtle shell on his back?

The people present are all outstanding figures of the younger generation. Naturally, they know the cultivation methods of the Xuanwu clan. Seeing that Wu Weijian's footsteps are so heavy, he should still be carrying his turtle shell on his back.

Report! Shushan Jian sent Li Ming, Dong Yong and Li Queer to arrive!" Chen Hu and Wu Weijian in the pavilion suddenly became solemn when they heard the words. They looked at the entrance of the pavilion together, and the people at the Third Avenue Gate finally came. Li Fei, who was at the back of the attic, was very happy to hear that the people of the Shushan Sword School also came, but she also knew that it was not the time to go out.

"Hmm, the good show is finally about to begin!" Fatty Chen's face showed an evil smile with bad intentions.

"Haha! Friends of Shushan Sword School have arrived, please! Come on!" Fatty Chen smiled and smiled extremely brightly. He stood up enthusiastically from his seat and greeted the three young men and women in white with swords behind them.

The three young men and women who walked into the attic hall were Li Ming, Dong Yong and Li Queer of Shushan Sword School.

Chen Fatty is obviously much more enthusiastic about Li Ming than Chen Hu of the White Tiger, Wu Weijian of Xuanwu and other southern wilderness elites. Fatty Chen personally led Li Ming to the row of empty seats on the right. Li Ming was the eldest brother of the Shushan Sword School, so he sat first on the right. Dong Yong sat in Li Ming's hand, followed by Li Queer.

Li Queer of Shushan Sword School, with white clothes and better skin than snow, the moment she walked in, several young children present here all felt a bright in their eyes. Clear and flexible eyes, long eyelashes, rosy and sexy lips, and a black and bright black waterfall. In addition, she has been practicing kendo for many years and carrying a sword behind her, which makes this little sister of the Shushan sword school have a heroic spirit in her delicateness, which makes her temperament more attractive.

Faced with the hot eyes of those people, Li Queer, the little sister of Shushan Sword School, looked indifferent. On her beautiful face, there was no fluctuation at all, like a moon palace fairy who did not eat fireworks in the world. At this time, the singers who performed songs and dance in the hall had already been drunk by Fatty Chen.

Report! Tiandaozong Longqiao, Hao Fan, leopard, come!" Li Ming and others just sat down, and the sound of welcoming guests outside the pavilion sounded again. The figure at the entrance of the pavilion hall shook, and three young people in their early twenties came in. Next, the people invited by Fatty Chen also came one after another. Yang Xung, the owner of this room, went in and out for a while and got up to welcome the distinguished guests.

At this time, everyone has also seen that this Fatty Chen, who is not so enthusiastic about the young generation of outstanding figures of major local forces in the southern wilderness, is very thoughtful and enthusiastic about the young disciples of the Three Avenue Gate who have temporarily settled in Wan Beast City.

Chen Hu couldn't help but be angry when he saw Chen Pangzi neglecting him so much, but Wu Weijian of the Xuanwu clan didn't take it seriously. A pair of mung bean eyes turned around the disciples opposite from time to time. In the end, seven of the nine elites in the southern wilderness came, and two seats were empty. Obviously, the two people invited by Fatty Chen did not come. Perhaps, those two people disdain at all. After all, it is not the rulers of this country that dominate the southern wilderness, but the major forces behind these southern heroes.

Moreover, these forces are not limited to the Beast City, that is, the whole southern wilderness is their world. The Southern Wilderness is an ancient hell full of legend. It is said that the Southern Wilderness already existed in ancient times. In the depths of the southern wilderness, there are 100,000 mountains. Among the 100,000 mountains, it is even more mysterious. Even the barbarians in the southern wilderness are unwilling to set foot easily. The people in the southern wilderness do not obey the State of Chu at all. Although the State of Chu is powerful, it is really powerful in the Central Plains. In this endless wild world, the whip of the empire is also difficult to reach. The real master of the southern wilderness is the family of those on the left in the pavilion hall.

In the eyes of Fatty Chen, it is nothing at all. For example, Fatty Chen's invitation, these Nanhuang Junjie, don't pay attention to it at all. The reason why Chen Hu and others came to the appointment was actually for the people at the Third Avenue Gate.

There are only nine seats on the right side of the hall, but only one is empty. In the end, Wang Kui and Feng Kun of Taixuanmen still came to the appointment

After everyone sat down, before Chen Pangzi, the master's family, had made a sound, Chen Hu had already spoken: "The Third Avenue Gate is such a big name. I, Chen Hu, have long wanted to learn the magic power of the Taoist Gate." While talking, Chen Hu's twinkling tiger eyes swept over Li Ming, Longqiao and Wang Kui.

Chen Hu has already been itchy and can't wait to fight with the masters of the Third Avenue Gate immediately. In his opinion, only these three elites at the Three Avenue Gate are worth his action. As for the others... he is not interested in it.

When Fatty Chen saw Chen Hu coming up, his words were full of the smell of gunpowder. He couldn't help but be secretly happy. He was too lazy to say anything and was happy to watch the play.

Sure enough, when Li Ming and others heard the words, their faces suddenly changed. Chen Hu's behavior was tantamount to challenging them naked!

"The southern wilderness hides dragons and crouching tigers, and I also want to see the magic power of the masters of the southern wilderness!" Although Li Ming's words were calm, everyone present felt his fighting spirit.

The way of sword immortals is one of the side branches of Taoism. It cultivates the sword to guard the Tao, and it is the thunderous means of killing demons, which is very different from the Taoism of the two schools of Taixuanmen and Tiandao Sect. Li Ming practiced a sword day and night. People are like swords, and swords are like people. Not only his breath but also his body is like a divine sword out of the sheath. He is fierce and unparalleled. Even his temperament is also sharp and refuses to show weakness.

"Hehe! I invite you to come here to create an opportunity for our outstanding descendants of the Three Avenue Gate to communicate with each other. If you want to compete here, I don't have any opinions. Fatty Chen didn't forget to help the flames. After saying that, he also glanced at the place where Xiao Lu and others were.

The people here are not fools. Of course, they know that it is absolutely not so simple for Fatty Chen to invite them here, but whether it is the handsome heroes of the Southern Wilderness or the outstanding descendants of the Third Avenue Gate, although they know that this may be a game, they still come. Because Junjie of Nanhuang is very interested in the descendants of the Three Avenue Gate from the Central Plains, and Li Ming, Wang Kui and others also want to compete with outstanding figures in Nanhuang.

"Very good, my name is Chen Hu. After today, my name will be imprinted in your heart. You can't forget it even if you want to."

Chen Hu rose up, and a terrible force burst out of his majestic tiger body. The table in front of him suddenly collapsed and turned into wood chips.

Wu Weijian next to Chen Hu flashed to the side like a frightened rabbit at the moment Chen Hu stood up. At this time, his footsteps were lighter than the civet cat and fell to the ground silently, which was as heavy as a step, but it was the opposite.

"I'm Li Ming from Shushan Sword. If you have any ability, just let me go." Li Ming also stood up, and the fierce sword spirit spread out of him. "Sneer..." He seemed to be surrounded by a transparent and invisible sword spirit, and there was a slight sound of breaking the sky in the void. The fierce eyes of the two collided in the air and suddenly burst into sparks.