Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 487 When Will That Man Come?

In the poem "Su Feng Ding Ji Ji Ding Yun" written by Fang Xiaoru of the Ming Dynasty, the stunning beauty of Jinding is described in this way: "The layers of rocks are cut and the walls span thousands of miles. It sits in the southwest and is unique. The vigor of Kunlun is majestic, and the auspicious light is hidden. Jewelry and jeweled Buddhas leave a golden appearance, and the golden and green towers are in the air. Even if it is Penglai and weak water, the difficulty of eliminating emptiness is the same."

The scenery of Emei has been passed down through the ages.

To reach the peak of Emei at an altitude of 3077 meters, you need to go up 2000 kilometers from Xixiang Pond, pass Qilipo with more than [-] steps, climb up the steps, and pass Jieyin Hall to reach the top.

Along the way, there were not many pedestrians. When we arrived at Qilipo, there were almost no tourists, and even if there were, they were blocked by people. They prevented tourists from going up the mountain on the grounds of repairing the stone steps on the top of the mountain.

Of course, at this time, if you have revealed your identity as a practitioner, then naturally it is another matter.

After all, this duel is open to the public, and any comrades in the world are welcome to come to supervise and observe.

As long as it doesn't appear in the sight of ordinary people.

This is an unspoken rule in the whole business, and I don't want to cause excessive attention and panic.

In fact, everyone in this business, regardless of whether they are good or bad, adheres to this principle and is more willing to lurk under the iceberg.

When it comes to duels, this custom has existed since ancient times. The more war-torn times, the more people despised life and death and valued heroes. Especially in the period of the Republic of China, the kind of duels that signed life and death certificates were common. There are many such scenes in the streets and lanes, and Even in today's moment, it is not uncommon.

I thought that such a small scene would not attract too many people's attention, but after arriving in Jinguan City, I discovered that this matter has already caused a lot of trouble in the Jianghu.

Of course, the biggest gimmick is naturally a rookie fighting against the long-established demon king.

Moreover, this Lu Dajiao has a high status in the southwestern Jianghu, many people hate him deeply, but no one can punish him, so that he has been able to get away with it until today.

Is that guy named "Hou Mo" the opponent of a generation of demon king Lu Dajiao?

How many times can he block it?

I heard that guy is the owner of the rare "Lingming Stone Monkey" bloodline. I don't know if he has a few brushes...

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes, both true and false, no one knows, but I heard that about this duel, someone even opened a plate for those who want to bet, and after Ma Yi'ao heard about this, he specially asked someone to help Went to buy my winning points.

After all, I was paid fifteen times the odds to win, and if I won, it would be a lot of money.

At 01:30 in the afternoon, nearly 200 people had gathered on the Golden Summit of Emei, but the flat land on the edge of the cliff was empty, because here will be the arena for a while.

A few chairs were placed on the rocks opposite the plain, Huang Daxian sat in the middle, and the people next to him were all famous people in the world, such as Feng Ziran, a master in western Sichuan, Tianxianzi of Emei, Taoist priest of Wudang Fukong, Yong Yong of Shaolin Temple. Zen master Xiang and so on, each name is resounding in this arena.

And on the temple not far away, there is still a vague figure standing, the whole body of that person is shrouded in thick fog, appearing very vague.

Those who know the goods will tell the friends in the rivers and lakes nearby that this person is the legendary Ventilation Sage among the Six Heavenly Kings of the Night Walker, the biggest backer of Miaojiang Farewell Island.

Of course, Farewell Island is also the middleman in this competition.

On the other side, there is a black shadow hidden on the big tree, which also gives people an indescribable pressure, but that person is the neutral party invited by Lu Dajiao, from the Ailao Mountain in southern Yunnan. Exorcism.

From the essence of the competition, neither Lu Dajiao nor Hou Mo can be regarded as the most famous figures in the world.

But the lineup that appeared on the field moved those who came all the way to observe it.

Even if that Hou Mo didn't come, it would be worthwhile to see so many masters of the world today.

At 45:[-] p.m., there was a commotion from the mountain pass, people turned their heads and saw one of the contestants, Lu Dajiao from Huangfeng Village in Wushan, arriving.

This demon king, who is famous in the southwest, is dressed quite traditionally at this moment. He is dressed in a gray and white robe of the Republic of China, and his hair is well-groomed. He walks up slowly, like a hermit An expert, and behind him are the four major disciples under his sect, all of whom look at the tiger and look forward to the brilliance.

Behind these people, there are eight young beauties, wearing slim cheongsams, walking gracefully, like weeping willows swaying in the wind, which makes people feel pitiful.

When everyone saw it, they couldn't help admiring: "What a demon king, what a show, what aura."

Two words, awesome!
Lu Yaowang appeared on the stage, and the scene was quite grand, everyone looked sideways at him, and some people subconsciously looked towards the steps down the mountain, but there was no one, feeling a little lost in their hearts, feeling that this fight might be anticlimactic, let it go, that matter Er Ke was embarrassed.

After all, many people came from far away places, and some of them took the train for a long time just to watch a wonderful match, but they didn't watch anything, so they would inevitably be a little disappointed.

After all...the train ticket back home was not reimbursed by anyone.

The Demon King Nalu walked forward with a dignified manner, and people kept saying hello to him. He smiled at him, and was greeted like stars holding the moon to the front of the stage.

Then he bowed his hands to the elders present, and then said to Huang Daxian who presided over the competition: "Brother Shangyuan, I heard that you don't have a few days to live, so why work so hard? As we all know, that The kid has already died in the White Tiger Secret Realm in Kunlun Mountains, and it is impossible to come back to life, but you insist on making such a big fuss, is it possible that you are planning to have a duel and hold your own funeral together? Is it gone?"

After such a long time, Lu Yaowang's strength has continued to increase, and with his backing, he no longer has the slightest respect for Farewell Island and the dying Huang Daxian.

He teased wantonly, but Huang Daxian on the judging table was not angry.

Compared with the day before yesterday, his complexion is much better at this moment, and there is blood on his face, and he can't tell that he is seriously ill.

He sat safely on the chair, with a boy holding a sword beside him, facing Lu Yaowang's provocation, he said calmly: "We agreed on two o'clock in the afternoon, it's not here yet, why are you in a hurry? Going up the mountain is hard work, you take a break and take a look at the scenery - we agreed, and specially chose this afternoon to compete at two o'clock, firstly, it is the best time for people's spiritual will at this moment, and secondly, it is also this time The Buddha light on the golden top is truly magnificent."

He stretched out his finger, and the rock not far away was covered with white clouds, and a seven-color halo of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple suddenly appeared in the clouds, about a foot in size, The center is as bright as a mirror, just like in an illusion.

Standing here, everyone will find their own figure in the halo, just like facing a mirror, with every gesture and shadow following.

Even if hundreds of people watch at the same time, the viewers can only see their own shadows and not others.

In such a beautiful scenery, everyone felt that even if there was no so-called wonderful duel for a while, the trip was worthwhile.

Nalu Demon King turned around, looked into the distance, stared at it for a moment, then turned his head, and said to Huang Daxian: "If that kid can really create a miracle today and appear here, and he still has enough strength, If you force me to use my trump card, then I will let the world know that I, Lu Youfa, can stand tall in the southwestern rivers and lakes on what basis..."

Huang Daxian smiled, nodded and said, "Okay, I look forward to your performance."

Lu Yaowang walked slowly to the front of the stage, his disciple immediately brought a chair and asked him to sit down, and the eight young beauties immediately stepped forward, some fanned the wind, some beat their backs, and waited on them carefully, making others really Some envy.

Of course, some people were envious, and some were jealous. They began to look forward to the fact that Hou Mo, the legendary possessor of the Lingming stone monkey bloodline, would make an appearance and make this guy suffer.

unacceptable.

Everyone continued to wait, and as time approached, the mountain pass was empty, and no one was seen.

This situation was a bit disappointing, and people immediately began to discuss it.

The people who came to watch the battle this time were not all small fish and small shrimps. Some of them were of great strength, and some of them were of extraordinary cultivation. People with abilities naturally had a lot of temper. After a while, some people started to quarrel.

At the beginning, the conflict was small, and everyone didn't mind it. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a while, the two sides actually started fighting.

The duel on the stage hadn't even started yet, but the audience was in a mess. This scene made the organizer's face uneasy. Someone walked down and said to the two fighting parties: "Stop, or we will die!" Please leave first."

Hearing this, as one of the parties involved, a beggar with a colorful face calmly threw the dog-beating stick in his hand to the ground, and said with a sneer: "People can't come, leave as soon as they leave, what's so interesting?"

On the other side, there was a burly man who angrily said to the beggar: "My Brother Hou will definitely come."

The beggar with a painted face sneered and said, "Come? How come? Come by plane? Now, it will be two o'clock soon. You go to the mountain pass and look down the steps. Do you see half a figure? He is coming , has come a long time ago, still have to wait until now?"

The burly man was speechless, but at this moment, the sword boy on the stage cleared his throat and said loudly: "Today is Lu Youfa's appointment with Hou Mo three years ago. The time has come , if the person has not arrived, the competition will be cancelled, and Lu Youfa will win soon... ten, nine, eight, seven..."

He started to count down the countdown, but when he counted to "five", a man suddenly came out from the crowd, holding a suona in his hand, he plucked up his energy and began to blow.

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(End of this chapter)