Chapter 101 Battle on the Top of Mount Hua

The four waste brothers have a lot of words. They kept chattering all the way. Han Ruoli had to endure and listen. He didn't feel bored when he heard too much, but the speed of the road was a little slow. Han Ruoli also didn't know how long it would take to get to Huashan. These four guys are still strange, that is, they absolutely do not take the road and only shuttle through the woods. Between.

Resting by the stream, Han Ruoli said to the boss, "Is there any way for us to hurry up? When will we get to Huashan?"

The boss pointed to the front and thought for a moment and said, "We are just taking a shortcut, climbing over this mountain, climbing over another mountain, and then turning over two mountains. It seems that we will arrive."

"That's right!" The second brother echoed and said, "It's here."

Han Ruoli simply said, "I walk too slowly, and I don't want light kung fu. Why don't you four pull my limbs and continue to carry me?"

Lao San jumped and clapped his hands, "That's a good idea. Let's go to Huashan early and show our faces to let the heroes of the world know us."

Lao Si came forward and clicked Han Ruoli's acupuncture point and said, "Then what are you waiting for?" Let's go."

Han Ruoli held his breath and thought to himself: Why did I order Laozi's acupuncture point if I didn't run this time? It's just too late. Four people pulled Han Ruoli's limbs and shuttled through the woods.

The top of Mount Hua.

Although the head of the Huashan School is not there, there are still people who receive it. The so-called martial arts decent people are settled on Huashan one by one. Ling Qianxue is not convenient to appear and mixed with those "evil outsiders". These people are very casual and never care about talking so much. Although they are still open on Huashan Mountain. Shut up and curse the people of the Wuyue Sword School. There is a big suspicion of smashing the scene.

Ling Qianxue surrendered herself to a hidden corner. The topic these people talked about moved from the official inn to the inn in Huashan City, and the focus was still on the "white-haired banshee",

"The Lingyu Fairy has arrived." Huashan Yingbin shouted, and everyone looked sideways. A woman came surrounded by everyone.

The disciples of the Huashan School hurriedly greeted them and said, "The younger disciples of the Huashan School, Qiu is here to welcome the spiritual jade immortals."

Lingyu Fairy Wan'er smiled, and the 30 or 40-year-old woman didn't look old at all and said, "Don't be polite."

Qiu Yu said, "Please follow your disciples up the mountain to check in."

Lingyu Fairy said, "I'm not busy. I'm climbing this time to browse the scenery, not to stay in the Huashan School." This sentence is too clear. It's just to come to see the fun, not to help.

The head of the Songshan School came over and arched his hand and said, "The fairy in the field of Lingyu Pavilion came to Huashan, which is the glory of my Wuyue Sword School. Why is there a reason not to receive it?"

At this time, the people of the Wuyue Sword School are also smart. There are so many evil outsiders there. Why don't you get some people quickly? They will also panic.

Lingyu Pavilion was originally on a Lingyu Island on the East China Sea. This Lingyu fairy never asked about anything in the martial arts, but Lingyu swordsmanship has its own faction and has defeated several Central Plains martial arts masters, which has greatly increased the reputation of Lingyu Pavilion. Lingyu Fairy also knew that the head of the Songshan School wanted to attract his momentum and said with a smile, "If it were usual, I wouldn't refuse, but now it's inconvenient. I will bring my disciples to Huashan for a visit. If there is any interruption, please bear it. I won't mention the matter of staying in Huashan."

The head of the Songshan faction's face darkened and he was about to speak when Qiu Yu shouted loudly there, "Master Void, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, has arrived."

Hearing this name, the head of the Songshan School was obviously stunned. Shaolin Temple is the Taishan Beidou of Wulin. A gang of Shaolin Temple alone is better than the reputation of the Wuyue Sword School. The head of the Songshan School can no longer care about the spiritual jade fairy who can't live in Huashan. He hurriedly stepped forward and arched his hand and said, "Master Void is here. If you are far away, I hope you can atone for your sins.

"Amitabha." Master Void put his hands together and said, "Laoqi heard that a white-haired banshee appeared in the world. The heroes of Wulin gathered here, and Lao Tu also came to join in the fun."

The drunken monk behind the Void Master patted his chest and said, "We just came to see this white-haired banshee. If she is really beaten by the demon, her soul will never be surpassed."

"Amitabha." Master Void said softly, "Disciples are not allowed to talk nonsense."

The drunken monk smiled, and the chest of ** showed black chest hair, which looked extremely strong.

Ling Qianxue foresaw some pressure in her heart. So many people gathered in Huashan, which must have caused great difficulties for her revenge, but these factors are beyond Ling Qianxue's control. Her legs are on others, and it is up to them to them to come and leave.

The head of the Songshan School personally took a group of monks from Shaolin Temple to live in the Huashan School. Qiu Yao stood by the stairs of Huashan and shouted loudly again, "Wulin Loneer Yan San Shao and Mr. Yan are here."

Hearing Yan Sanshao's name, whether he was in the martial arts of the Huashan school or the evil outsider, they all stood up and watched. Yan Sanshao's name had long been like thunder, but there were really many people who had seen him. He had defeated many masters of the sect in his early 20s. Such talents were absolutely rare.

The head of the Songshan School ran over again and arched his hand and said, "Mr. Yan has been looking forward to it for a long time. The head of the Songshan School is because the brother of the Huashan School is not on Huashan, and he will work on behalf of the martial arts heroes."

Yan San Shao took the folding fan and arched his hand and said, "Thank you very much!"

"Please!" The head of the Songshan faction pointed to the house of the Huashan faction, "Song Yan, please follow me."

Yan Sanshao always looked gentle in front of everyone, walking side by side with the head of the Songshan School and entering the house of the Huashan School.

Here, those "evil outsiders" began to discuss Yan San Shao. Some praised and others degraded him. In short, everyone had their own opinions to express, and even two people had different opinions. They almost fought. When the head of the Songshan School saw this scene, they couldn't help laughing secretly. They thought that these people were going to come. Huashan made trouble. Now it seems that these people are just a group of rabbles who come to join in the fun.

This little thing made the arrival of Yan Sanshao become a small **. Next, there were some people from large and small sects. The head of the Songshan Sect was responsible for the reception. He felt that it was a big sect. He was a little famous, so he greeted him. The little people simply ignored it.

Ling Qianxue looked at all this coldly. The next night, the head of the Huashan faction rushed back to the top of Huashan with his daughter's body, which caused a second **. The people who came out of the Huashan faction comforted the head of the Huashan faction one after another. The head of the Hengshan School sighed, "Our Wuyue Sword School is in the same spirit. We must smash this white-haired banshee into ten thousand pieces. This revenge will not be revenged. Our Wuyue Sword School has no face to face everyone."

"Wow--" The only remaining two in the five groups of Hengshan cried loudly.

The head of the Songshan faction sighed and said to the head of the Huashan faction: "Hengshan's brothers were poisoned by the white-haired banshee in the inn of Huashan City. The five ancestors of Hengshan are now left alone."

Hearing this, everyone sighed, who is this white-haired banshee? Unexpectedly, Master Void put his hands together, "Amitabha, this white-haired banshee has never been eliminated, and the martial arts is rarely stable."

Zhang Qingfeng of Qingyun Pavilion was slapped by the Wuyue Sword Sect because he did something wrong. Now this guy came to Huashan like a dog and echoed loudly: "If the white-haired banshee is not removed for a day, I will be threatened by him. Tomorrow, Mr. Lei Wanzhilei, the leader of the Wulin League, will come. Our Wulin Zheng The people in the faction should dislike a frenzy to eliminate demons.

Those people raised the weapons in their hands and shouted loudly, "The white-haired banshee will be eliminated no matter if she dies, the white-haired banshee will be eliminated even if she dies..."

The so-called "crooked and evil" people all have contempt on their faces. These people will shout slogans. When Ling Qianxue started to kill people in the inn under Huashan Mountain, these people all retreated to the back and dared not go up with weapons, but on second thought, if it were themselves, they may not dare to On the top, Ling Qianxue's sword is too fast, the angle is extremely tricky, and her body is like a ghost. This kind of swordsmanship is really unheard of and never seen.

Ling Qianxue watched silently. The old monk, the Wuyue Sword Sect, Zhang Qingfeng and the upcoming Lei Wanzhi all deserve to die.

Recalling that the two deblasphemed bodies had no clothes and cut many skins with swords... Ling Qianxue felt that her bones were a little painful, and hurriedly took out the medicine given to him by Tang Ziyan and took half of the rest of the medicine, which was slightly better.

Yan San Shao's eyes glanced this way, and his eyes fell on Ling Qianxue's body. The moment Ling Qianxue and Yan Sanshao looked at each other, they hurriedly lowered their heads. Yan Sanshao felt strange. This woman seemed to have seen her somewhere, but she tried to think about it and couldn't remember it.

Ling Qianxue turned around and walked far away with her back to Yan San Shao. When Yan San saw her like this, she thought she was shy. She laughed at herself and thought to herself: She was definitely a woman who loved me secretly, and she was embarrassed to look at me.

In the evening, Lei Wanzhi, the leader of the Wulin League, came to the top of Mount Hua with some leaders of large and small sects, which made those people have more fighting spirit. The "Wulin Conference" of the Wulin Conference will be held again, and the time is set for the next morning.

Above of Huashan, a huge funeral was being held. The head of the Huashan faction vowed to pay tribute to his daughter with the blood of the white-haired banshee. Ling Qianxue's anger was beyond words and thought to himself: Use my blood to pay tribute to your daughter? Whose blood came to pay tribute to my disciples of Aojian Villa? The boiling blood is burning little by little, and tomorrow, the history of martial arts will be rewritten.

The empty master of Shaolin Temple took out the potions configured with a unique secret recipe and scattered them on the daughter of the head of the Huashan School, with his hands folded. "Amitara, these drugs can ensure that the bodies of the other daughter will not rot within a month, and the old man himself will surpass the other daughter."

The head of the Huashan School thanked him excitedly and completely forgot that he had found someone to pretend to be the master of Void.

The next morning, the largest memorial service on the top of Huashan Mountain was held. On the stage were the head of the Wuyue Sword School, the Void Master of Shaolin Temple, Lei Wanzhi, the leader of the Wulin League, and the head of some gate schools. There were more than ten people in total. Yan Sanshao was also invited to the stage because of his fame.

The head of the Huashan faction held a bowl of wine and said solemnly, "There is a big harm in the martial arts. This person is the recently popular white-haired banshee. He did all kinds of evil, robbed houses and stole the secrets of the gang. Just because my generation of chivalrous people found that she started to kill. Such witches are not eliminated, and it is rare to comfort Wulin. I represent five Yue Jian faction swears with wine that the second demon girl will not be killed, and I swear that I will not be a human being. With that, the head of the Huashan faction sprinkled the wine on the ground.

The people under the stage raised their weapons and shouted, "I swear to get rid of the witch, I swear to get rid of the witch..."

Ling Qianxue was dressed in white, her black hair fluttering in the wind, and her body floated to the stage. Everyone was shocked and found that it was black hair, and calmed down. When the people of the Wuyue Sword School saw Ling Qianxue, they couldn't help trembling. Zhang Qingfeng of Qingyun Pavilion stepped forward, stood in front of Ling Qianxue, and said with a smile, "This is not the proud sword of Youzhou City. The owner of the villa? It's far away."

Ling Qianxue looked at Zhang Qingfeng with a blank face, moved her eyes to the right, stepped over Zhang Qingfeng's shoulder, and saw the head of the Huashan faction behind him also looking at him.