Volume 1: Baiyujing of the Tang Dynasty Chapter 58: One after another

Volume 1: Baiyujing of the Tang Dynasty Chapter 58: One after another

Luo Chuan didn't expect that his casual words would cause such a big reaction from Zhou Buchen.

For no reason, Luo Chuan thought of the lonely Jiulong Jun.

Compared with Jiulong Jun, he has his aunt Luofu, Li Quanfu and Lu Ping, and now he has a friend like Zhou Buchen.

The Tang legend in the storytellers' jokes in his childhood has become a friend fighting side by side today. This feeling is quite wonderful.

Looking at each other, they both laughed out loud at the same time. The sound waves were like tides, overturning the air and spreading in all directions. Many heads of aristocratic families with less power have been like leaves in the wind, shaking unsteadily.

"Bold!" "Insolent!"

Two scattered people flew out, each using thunder and wood magic, and rushed straight to Luo Chuan! Just halfway, the two scattered people's body movements began to become erratic and unpredictable.

Just as Zhou Buchen was about to make a move, Luo Chuan had already stepped out and punched out with two punches. His two punches were like antelope hanging horns, unrestrained and full of energy, and they condensed into a giant fist in the center of the hall and hit the two scattered people.

Bang! Bang!

The two scattered people were cut off from their route and their rhythm was disrupted. They rushed to take the attack, but they could not withstand the huge force. They had no choice but to turn back and retreat ten steps, with surprise on their faces.

Two punches out of thin air forced the two scattered people back!

The Tang King's heart was beating, and the scattered people looked solemn. Luo Jiang stared at Luo Chuan's back, jealous and hateful.

A big battle seemed to be imminent.

At this moment, footsteps sounded from outside the hall. There was a wonderful rhythm hidden in the sound, like thunder rolling in the sky, thousands of miles away, but close at hand.

In the palace, those with weaker skills turned red and white, and their breath became unstable.

Hua Sanren snorted coldly and looked at the entrance of the palace: "Who dares to play tricks here?"

"Little guy, you are so angry."

A round figure floated in from the outside of the palace, followed by a strong black-faced old man. In addition to these two people, there are several others, all of whom are sixty-year-old men.

Although they are old, no one dares to look down on them.

As soon as the fat old man stepped into the Golden Palace, invisible energy spread out, like a huge mountain opening a path, and actually knocked all eight national players apart.

With the power of one person, he fought against eight Sanren without losing! Even Zhou Buchen cast a solemn look.

The aura of the black-faced old man is similar to that of the fat old man, and the other old men behind them, although their aura is not as strong as the two of them, they are also like mountains and seas, and they are steadily suppressing the Tang Sanren.

Tang Wang Zhou Xian's forehead was sweating. As the king of a country, he knew a lot of secrets of the secular world in Tiannan. As soon as the fat old man and the black-faced old man appeared, two names appeared in Zhou Xian's mind. These two names themselves were extremely terrifying, and what was even more terrifying was the huge forces behind them.

"You two are... Senior Sun and Senior Wu!"

Old Lady Luo was shocked, and her face was filled with ecstasy. She ignored Zhou Xian and flew down to the front of the hall, bowing to the bottom: "I was in Chechi Country sixty years ago, and I was taught by two seniors. I wonder if you still remember me. If it weren't for you two seniors, I wouldn't have achieved what I have today."

Hearing this, the seven great masters of Tang Country were all excited, and Hua Sanren was even more flattered, just because Nansun Beiwu called him "little guy". They had all heard the story of Old Lady Luo. Old Lady Luo, also known as Qian Luopo, was taught by two masters when she was young. If not, she would not have entered the half-step Sanren realm at the age of forty, and she would have been unstoppable from then on.

Those two masters were the legends in the martial arts world of Tiannan Domain: Nansun Beiwu.

It is said that their martial arts have reached the level of transcendence, and many immortals who have reached the great perfection of foundation building respect them.

God helps me, the overall situation is determined!

Luo Jiang lay on the ground, with a sinister smile on his cheek. As the most talented and most promising son of the younger generation of the Luo family, he had heard about the origins of the old lady and Nansun Beiwu when he was very young.

No matter how powerful Luo Chuan and Zhou Buchen are, can they be stronger than Nansun Beiwu? At their peak, they had a terrifying record of fighting ten people of the same level. Now, with a call, they can at least drive 30% of the people in Tiannan. It is no exaggeration to say that these two are the supremes of the Tiannan martial arts world. Except for the Xia and Zhou dynasties, every secular country is afraid of their existence!

Looking at Luo Chuan, who was slightly bitter, Luo Jiang's smile became brighter.

I have heard that Nansun Beiwu hates evil and has a relationship with the old lady. Luo Chuan is dead today! If Nansun and Beiwu are not happy, they might even vent their anger on Zhou Buchen. By then, I will replace Zhou Buchen and become the first person in the Tang Dynasty!

"You..." Sun Zhongyuan looked at the old lady of the Luo family, and after a while, he nodded casually: "I have some impression."

This casual sentence made the old lady of Luo excited, and a thin layer of mist covered her eyes. If she had not been concerned about her current status, she would have knelt on the spot and performed the master-disciple ceremony.

With a tense face, Sun Zhongyuan walked slowly to Luo Chuan's side.

Wu Juren arrived at some point, with a tiger face, staring at Luo Chuan unkindly.

The cold wind blew, and the atmosphere in the hall froze instantly.

The old lady of Luo's heart skipped a beat, and her face turned pale.

After hesitating for a moment, the old lady of Luo sighed and said with great shame: "I am an unworthy descendant, and I have committed such a great crime, which has made the two seniors..."

Before he finished speaking, Sun Zhongyuan grinned, and his face melted like an April glacier. He took a step forward and grabbed Luo Chuan with a smile.

"You kid, you didn't even tell us and sneaked back. What's the matter? Do you think we are too old and useless to help you?"

"And you!" Wu Juren turned around, looked at the shrunken Li Quanfu, and snorted coldly: "You have a glib tongue, but you don't say a word of truth. In the end, you just take it for granted!"

"Punish him to drink! He must be punished!"

"Why are you grimacing? This wine was just brought back from Fengqidian, a thousand-year-old brand. It costs ten Yin coins per tael. It is commonly known as Immortal Drunkenness. Who would give it to ordinary people?"

"Brother Chuan, your brother Sun and Brother Wu had already thought about it before they came here. They won't come home until they get drunk tonight. Brother Chuan, just accept it."

In the center of the hall, Nansun Beiwu, the highly respected Nansun from the Tiannan Region, surrounded Luo Chuan with a smile on his face. Several other people around him started making noises, creating a harmonious scene.

Mrs. Luo stared in disbelief with her eyes wide open and her mouth wide open.

The seven national players took a breath and were stunned for a long time. Then they looked at Mrs. Luo, who had a dull look on her face. They were as envious as they wanted.

As for the third young master, Luo Jiang, the smile on his face froze and he was already dumbfounded.

Several old San people looked at him with vague eyes, their eyes were as cold as iron and ice, and they did not hide their murderous intent.

Luo Jiang was wailing in his heart, and almost collapsed under the eyes of the real person.

This situation made Tang Wang Zhou Xian full of doubts, and he was no longer so sure about the truth of the matter. Not only the King of Tang, but also the palace maids, internal guards, civil and military ministers, and the state players all looked at Luo Jiang with suspicion.

"Don't think you can get away with it by finding helpers!"

Discordant sounds sounded, but it was the disciples of the Immortal Family from Guyue Mountain who jumped out and shouted unwillingly.

"A few Sanren are trying to save me Guyueshan's face. This kid has committed a heinous crime. I hope some of you can stay out of it." Yang Bufan had a cold face and almost made a sound through his teeth.

Sun Zhongyuan was a martial artist with profound skills, so how could he take a small Foundation Establishment disciple seriously? He seemed not to hear, and kept making jokes with Luo Chuan, and occasionally chatted with Zhou Buchen.

Yang Bufan was furious, but he knew Nansun Beiwu and knew that the two of them were not easy to mess with. He turned to Zhou Xian again and said, "Your Majesty, are you going to let this thief off who doesn't follow etiquette and commit crimes in public? It's such a disappointment to me."

"This..." Zhou Xian frowned.

As the king of a country, Zhou Xian is extremely popular in front of the people and ministers, but in front of the Xianjia Taoist sect and the powerful San people, Zhou Xian seems powerless most of the time. This is why he wants to curry favor with Guyue Mountain. As long as there is an Immortal Family in charge, Datang's status will be greatly different.

But on the other side were the Sanren of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Great Xia Dynasty, who were also not something Zhou Xian could offend. Sun Zhongyuan, Wu Juren and other scattered people surrounded Luo Chuan and spoke loudly as if no one else was around, obviously defending Luo Chuan.

What the truth is is not important to Tang Wang Zhou Xian at this time. What is important is to make the right choice.

Seeing Tang Wang Zhou Xian's hesitation, Yang Bufan smiled solemnly: "In that case, I probably know what your Majesty is thinking. Anyway, for a sinner, your Majesty gave up the opportunity to be friends with my Guyue Mountain Immortal Family, so that's all. ”

At Yang Bufan's signal, the disciples of Guyue Mountain stood up one after another, and the three unworthy sects next to them also pushed their glasses and left the table, their faces full of indifference and arrogance.

Zhou Xian and all the court officials were panicked.

"Yangxian's family, the birthday banquet hasn't started yet, what do you mean?" Zhou Xian stood up in a hurry.

"Your Majesty already has other guests, wouldn't it be inconvenient for us to stay here?" Yang Bufan secretly gave Luo Jiang a "don't panic" look, raised his head and stared at Zhou Xian: "Your Majesty's hospitality today, I, Gu Yueshan, will definitely keep it in mind.”

"Sheep Immortal Family, why are you here?"

Zhou Xian was going crazy. He originally planned to take advantage of the birthday banquet of the Luo family's old lady to win over the immortals in Guyue Mountain, build relationships, and lay the foundation for the future rise of the Tang Kingdom. But the birthday banquet hasn't started yet, messy things have happened one after another, and now even the Xian family will leave.

Zhou Xian lowered his posture and almost begged humbly. Yang Bufan was determined to embarrass Tang Guo. Without looking back, he walked around the banquet with a sneer and walked out.

"Wait a minute. Who gave you permission to leave?" Luo Chuan's voice sounded.

"I think they want to make progress by retreating and force the idiot King Tang to submit. How childish." Zhou Buchen said slowly, his right arm crossed the afterimage, the sword light flashed, and a ditch was drawn on it. It can cut off the extraordinary path of sheep.

Staring at the broken floor tiles, Tang Wang Zhou Xian turned blue.

"Bold! Do you really think that with a few Sanren helpers, you can climb on top of us?" A Gu Yue Mountain disciple said angrily.

Yang Bufan was also angry. He cast his eyes on Sun Zhongyuan and said in a cold voice: "I respect the reputation of these people in the world, so I didn't take action. My father is the deputy sect leader of Guyue Mountain. You guys need to think clearly."

"Guyue Mountain, a ninth-grade small sect, you have the nerve to show it off?" Sun Zhongyuan took out his ears and sneered.

"The Ninth-grade Immortal Sect is also an Immortal Sect." Yang Bufan stiffened his face and changed his voice: "You two are famous in the martial arts world, but in Xia Tuesday Dynasty where there are many immortal families, who are you? I don't believe it, Xia Tuesday Chao Hui will fall out with Gu Yueshan for you!"

Sun Zhongyuan and Wu Ju were at a loss for words, and the expressions of several other old San people also changed.

Looking around at everyone, Yang Bufan raised his voice and said, "Look down on the ninth-grade immortal sect? Okay, today I will tell you that the highest immortal sect in Tiannan is only seventh-grade, and there is a huge difference between each grade. Do you think you can enter the ninth-grade sect? How many immortal sects are there? Humph, 90% of the immortal sects cannot be ranked high-grade!”

"Haha, you must think clearly if you offend me, Gu Yueshan."

The palace was silent, and the Tang emperor and his ministers and the other statesmen looked uneasy.

At this moment, the sound of whirring wind and the cry of cranes suddenly came from outside the palace, followed by a clear and ethereal voice: "Is this the birthday banquet for Old Lady Luo? Where is the old lady?"