Martial Arts: 10,000 times return, accept Xiaolongnu as apprentice at the beginning

He swallowed his saliva, his face turned pale instantly, and he smiled bitterly:

"Six of the Thirteen Guardians of Songshan have come, and even Senior Brother Ding has come. How can I, Liu, be so worthy of this, ..."

The Senior Brother Ding that Liu Zhengfeng mentioned is Ding Mian, the leader of the Thirteen Guardians of Songshan, also known as the Tower-Holding Hand in the martial arts world.

This person is a truly powerful person.

In the Songshan School, Ding Mian's martial arts skills are second only to Zuo Lengchan. He has the strength of a peak grandmaster. He is the leader of the Songshan School's Thirteen Guardians and can be regarded as the second-in-command of the Songshan School. He ranks 28th on the Grandmaster List.

The leader of the Thirteen Guardians of Songshan was wearing a brocade robe today. He was tall and strong, with indifferent eyes. He looked as majestic as the legendary Heavenly King of the Pagoda. He was looking down at Liu Zhengfeng and said coldly:

"Liu Zhengfeng, you should know why we are here today!"

Liu Zhengfeng's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth and retorted:

"Although I cannot say that I have lived an upright life, at least I have a clear conscience. I wonder why you brothers are so aggressive?"

Hearing this, Ding Mian sneered, his eyes dark and he said disdainfully:

"Okay, very good!"

"You have a clear conscience, Liu Zhengfeng. Let me ask you, do you have a clear conscience about making friends with the evil cult villains?"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like throwing a huge rock into calm water, immediately causing a huge wave.

"What!?"

"Liu Zhengfeng...he made friends with the evil cult thieves!?"

"Impossible, how is this possible!?"

"Yes! Brother Liu is the leader of our righteous martial arts world, and he is from the Five Mountains Sword Sect!"

"How could he be in collusion with the evil cult? The people from Songshan Sect must have made a mistake!"

on the other side.

When Dongfang Yuxiu heard the word "demon sect", she raised her eyebrows and sneered:

"The Songshan Sect is a bunch of rubbish. If they want to cause trouble, then go ahead and cause trouble. Why do they bother to use the banner of our Sun Moon Divine Sect? They are a bunch of hypocrites who are both in power and in disrespect."

Su Liu, who was standing by, shook the wine glass in his hand and said with a smile:

"You don't understand? This is called wanting to be a concubine and also wanting to be a saint."

"Zuo Lengchan is a man who forgets his principles when he sees small gains, and cherishes his life when he does great things. Let alone a hero, he is not even a bear."

Dongfang Yu rolled her eyes at Su Liu and said with a sweet smile:

"Oh? Really?"

"He doesn't even take Zuo Lengchan seriously. Taoist Su really has very high standards."

"Then I would like to ask, who in this world do you consider a hero?"

Su Liu took a sip of the wine in the glass, glanced at Dongfang Yu, and said with a half-smile:

"I don't know about others, but the one sitting opposite me is a unique heroine in the world. She can certainly be called a hero."

Invisible flirting is the most deadly.

After hearing Su Liu's words, Dongfang Yu's pretty face flushed slightly. She snorted and turned her head away.

And on the high platform.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense.

Liu Zhengfeng's face was pale, he stood there in a daze, cold sweat dripping from his head.

The attack launched by the Money Gang just now was destroyed by Su Jianxian with a thunderous force.

His secret was preserved.

But now, I’m afraid I won’t be as lucky as before.

Liu Zhengfeng sighed lightly and said bitterly: "Liu Zhengfeng is willing to swear to heaven that I have never done anything to let down the righteousness of the martial arts world in my life. Brother Ding, do you believe it or not?"

Ding Mian sneered and said gloomily, "Oh, is that so? How do you explain the secret collusion between the Demon Cult Elder Qu Yang and you?"

After hearing the name "Qu Yang", Liu Zhengfeng was instantly struck by lightning and froze in place.

It’s over.

They all know it.

Seeing this, Ding Mian sneered and was about to loudly announce the collusion between Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang to everyone.

"Liu Zhengfeng, you and that..."

But before he could finish, he was interrupted by Le Hou beside him.

"Ding...Brother Ding!!!"

Ding Mian frowned and looked at Le Hou with dissatisfaction.

But Le Hou beside him looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Not only was his face as pale as paper, but his whole body was trembling and he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Look at this!!!"

"That...that's...someone from the Money Gang!?"

Hearing this, Ding Mian was shocked and subconsciously looked in the direction of Le Hou's finger.

I saw a number of charred corpses lying on the open ground not far away.

The scene was extremely tragic.

The only two bodies that remained intact were wearing the clothes of the Money Gang...

What Ding Mian never dreamed of was that he recognized both bodies.

One is "Flying Gun" Yan Shuangfei.

The other one is the young leader of the Jinqian Gang, Shangguan Jinhong's only son, and also the disciple just accepted by his senior brother, Shangguan Fei.

Ding Mian's eyes suddenly widened, and he felt his scalp tingling and his mouth dry.

"Damn-"

"What on earth... happened here?!"

Not that long ago.

The talented people from the Songshan Sect had just separated from the Jinqian Gang.

The two parties agreed.

A group of people from the Jinqian Gang stepped forward to stop Liu Zhengfeng from retiring.

The Songshan side went to capture Liu Zhengfeng's family to ensure that nothing could go wrong.

How come the Money Gang was wiped out in just a short while?!

Ding Mian has been in the underworld for more than twenty years.

I have experienced countless bloody storms in the meantime, but I have never experienced such a strange situation.

At this moment, he only felt his hair tingling and a chill rushing to the top of his head. He subconsciously took a few steps back.

"impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Then, Ding Mian seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly turned his head, looked at Liu Zhengfeng in a stern voice, and said:

"who!?"

"Who on earth killed the people from the Money Gang?!"

Liu Zhengfeng was silent at first, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, it turns out that you, Ding Mian, the Tower-Handed Master, can also get scared sometimes!"

"Asshole, you're looking for death."

Ding Mian was furious and raised his hand to strike Liu Zhengfeng, trying to break his arm.

And just then.

A rather impatient complaint suddenly sounded.

"Why are there so many flies today? I can't even have a drink in peace."

Along with this voice rang out.

There was also a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"not good!"

Ding Mian's heart trembled, and he quickly retracted his hand, swung it in an arc, and blocked the direction where the strong wind was coming from.

He is very confident in his hands.

Among all the hidden weapons in the world, only a few can break his pair of tower-holding hands.

However, this time, Ding Mian miscalculated.

Dang~

Then a sound like the collision of metal was heard.

Ding Mian only felt a pain in his palm.

The tiny hidden weapon suddenly exploded with a force as powerful as thunder and lightning, which not only made his palms numb, but even his bones seemed to tremble.

"what!!!"

Ding Mian gritted his teeth and dared not be careless anymore. He shouted angrily, and the vital energy in his palm flowed. He had no choice but to use his signature skill, the Tower-Holding Hand.

Only then was he able to barely dissolve that terrifying force.

But even so, he couldn't help but groan, his face flushed a little, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back, leaving several deep footprints on the ground.

Seeing this, Le Hou and others on the side were horrified and hurried forward to ask, "Brother Ding, are you okay?"

Ding Mian shook his head, took a deep breath, raised his hand and looked, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"What!?"

In his palm, there was only a spiced peanut.

It turned out that the strong wind that broke through the air just now was not a hidden weapon, but just a small peanut.

But it was this small piece of peanut that not only withstood Ding Mian's palm force that was strong enough to break stones and split rocks without any signs of cracking, but also made his palm numb and his bones almost break.

It is conceivable how terrifying the power of the person behind this is.

"Who is it...?"

Ding Mian swallowed his saliva and raised his head with difficulty to look.

I saw a Taoist in white lazily leaning on a bamboo chair eating peanuts next to the bamboo forest, and a little girl in green was fanning him next to him.

This was originally a warm and leisurely picture.

But in the eyes of everyone in Songshan Sect, it seemed extremely strange and unpredictable.

Ding Mian's face was heavy, his eyes were gloomy, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who exactly are you, Excellency?"

Su Liu ate peanuts and said with a smile: "I am just a poor Taoist priest who came to ask for wine."

Hearing this, Dongfang Yu and others who knew his background couldn't help but twitch their lips and were speechless.

This fellow who could casually give away earth-grade elixirs and heaven-grade secret skills actually called himself a poor Taoist priest.

So who are they?

A poor bastard?

At this moment, Ding Mian narrowed his eyes and stared at Su Liu.

I kept calculating in my mind.

From what sect or school does this young Taoist priest master?

But he just couldn't figure out which sect in the world could have produced such a young Taoist master.