Xuzhou, a famous city in the Central Plains, and the capital of the emperors. Since ancient times, it has been the key to the northern country and the gateway of the southern country. It is a place that must be fought for by military strategists. Its origin can be traced back to the ancient times. It was the capital of Pengzu, so it was also called "Pengcheng". It was renamed "Xuzhou" until Cao Cao of the Three Kingdoms. Liu Bang and many famous officials and generals who founded the country were from Xuzhou. Xiang Yu, the king of Western Chu, also established a country and became king here. The ancient city was surrounded by mountains and hills, surrounded by mountains, and the Grand Canal meandered by winding through it, with the sudden atmosphere of the north and the beautiful Zhong Ling in the south. Because of Xuzhou's special geographical location and convenient transportation, merchants from southeast, northwest and northwest gathered here, and people of different clothing and skin colors flocked to shoulder and the people were open.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, in an inconspicuous tavern in the city, diners were shouting and laughing, and the noisy sound was about to overturn the roof. Hu Xiaotian sat alone at a table in the corner of the wall, frowned, and drank with a heavy heart. His face was flushed, and he was already a little drunk.

Although he encountered many obstacles and twists and turns since he practiced the World-Destroying King Art, he always could turn danger into a bargain and make progress in a brave and diligent way. In particular, he successfully broke through the first level of the ban on the true Qi Lock of the Nether God, and his skills jumped to the eighth level, and truly had the qualifications to compete for the heroes of the martial arts world. It was when he was full of energy and proud of the storm. Once his sword skills were broken through again, he would even challenge Ji Haoming immediately to compete for the title of the first young swordsman in the world. However, at this critical moment, he fell into the demon realm due to the imbalance of the yin and yang energy in his body, and almost lost his life!

If he does not vent the accumulated yang energy in his body in time and continues to practice martial arts, he will definitely become devil again because of the strong yang energy. Next time, he may not have as good luck as last night. The devil is the public enemy of various sects in the world. In order to avoid committing heinous crimes, masters of all sects usually put aside their prejudices and join forces to chase and kill. If he is branded as a "devil", how can he have a chance to challenge Ji Haoming fairly? How could he be wild in front of the great master? When he thinks about the possibility of losing Tang Xue forever, his heart is like a chaotic blade cutting, which is so painful.

In fact, the yin and yang are an effective way to clear the yang energy and avoid losing control and becoming a demon. However, he has been familiar with poetry and books since childhood, and has come from a well-known family. He is deeply ashamed of being with clients, and is even more unwilling to trade flesh and blood with brothel women who can do as much as possible. However, Qin Ke'er, Su Yuqing and others are not around, and the ten thousand-year-old ice soul has been lost. Do you want to tie your hands and feet? No longer seeking to break through the second ban?

Hu Xiaotian was in a dilemma, and when he thought of the unclear confusion between him and Li Xiuniang, he couldn't help but sigh, and felt that the strong wine poured into his throat was so bitter. Just when he was half drunk and awake, he suddenly heard a group of big men behind him slamming the table and applauding. It turned out that they were talking about the martial arts competition on the street of Dangshan Town. One of them had a very loud voice and was very eloquent. He talked about the process of fighting swords in the martial arts competition and swords, which was fascinating. Especially when talking about the part where Hu Xiaotian turned defeat into victory and humiliated Tenggemu, the listeners applauded and cheered, and were proud. At that time, the Zhu Ming Dynasty had not been established for a long time. The martial arts trend was prevalent, and he praised such heroes who beat foreign warriors. Everyone felt proud and even more happy when drinking. Everyone praised Hu Xiaotian. The protagonist, who was not aware of the story, sat beside him.

Hu Xiaotian was in a bad mood. Thinking of his own dilemma, the more he heard, the more he felt uncomfortable. He suddenly ate the wine bowl and said coldly: "What is it to defeat a mere Mongolian swordsman? If you really have the ability, go and pick Luo Ji Haoming!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like pouring a basin of cold water into a hot pot, and the wine shop was silent. Everyone turned their heads together and glared at Hu Xiaotian, and the flames in their eyes were almost sprayed out. A big man slapped the table: "Boy, are you a Han or a Mongolian? Don't forget your ancestors!" Another big man said angrily: "You are cold and cold, do you dare to disrespect Hero Hu?"

"Hero?!" Hu Xiaotian felt even more harsh, and did not reveal his identity, and sneered: "Did the Hu one do anything chivalrous? He became a 'hero' after a fight? It's ridiculous!"

When the men heard this, they were furious. How could this stranger let the hero belittle him? I don’t know who shouted loudly: “Bow, damn it!” Before he finished speaking, five or six figures rushed forward and punched him. Hu Xiaotian did not use his internal force and moves, and stood up to meet him and started to fight. For a moment, tables, chairs, dishes, wine, vegetables and juices splashed everywhere, shouting and scolding, and noise mixed, which made the tavern owner jump straight. The men hated him for being rude, and when he started, he fisted and fisted. Unexpectedly, the internal force reversed, but his fists and feet were painful. One person suffered a fierce attack and was blown.

He pulled out his short knife and stabbed it straight. Hu Xiaotian sensed the sudden outburst of murderous aura. Instinctively raised his hand and then flew up, hitting the man with his knife's lower abdomen. This time it was very powerful. The man spitted out a mouthful of blood, flew back several feet, and slammed through the window and fell out. He didn't know who he hit, causing a few shouts of scolding and exclaiming. Hu Xiaotian was drunk at this time, no matter whether he accidentally injured innocent people. He punched and kicked, and put down all the opponents around him in two seconds, crossed his waist and laughed: "Who is not convinced!"

At this moment, the figure flashed, and four young men, one woman, flew in. They were all dressed in bright clothes and had long swords on their backs. First, a man in green who was over 20 years old, thick eyebrows, big eyes, wide mouth, high nose, tall figure, exuded a domineering aura like a tiger. His unhappy eyes directly locked in Hu Xiaotian, pointed at him and shouted: "Boy, were you provoking trouble just now? Apologize quickly!"

Hu Xiaotian narrowed his opponent, burped, and said coldly: "Where are you a wild monkey who came out of here? Do you want to meddle in other people's business?"

The four people were furious, and one of them sternly said: "You can give me some highlights. This is my senior brother of Taishan Sword Sect, Fenglei Sword Hero Xie Junfeng!" The other person pressed the sword and said: "Boy, if you don't kowtow and admit your mistake, I will cut your tongue for Senior Brother Xie!"

"Xie Junfeng!" "Wow, he is Xie Junfeng!" The tavern suddenly striking, and screams burst into surprises one after another. Xie Junfeng is a swordsman of the Taishan Sword Sect. He ranks fourth among the top ten rookies. He has repeatedly experienced adventures since he walked around the world. His skills and swordsmanship have made rapid progress and have killed many evil evildoers. His martial arts are so strong that it cannot be denied. It can be said that he is the pride of the new generation of the northern martial arts world.

Seeing that everyone was famous and changed color, Xie Junfeng felt a little proud. He hugged his arms and chest, pretending to be generous and said, "Friend, as long as you bow your head and admit your mistake, you will compensate the owner of the tavern and the medical expenses of the injured. Xie will spare you today. As for the unintentional collision with my junior sister, it will be cancelled." The beautiful woman in green next to him frowned slightly and said angrily: "Senior Brother, why are you helping outsiders?" Xie Junfeng said with joy: "Junior Sister Song, don't forget that I, Taishan, send my disciples to walk around the world, and use virtue to convince people, and take the word "hero" first in everything. There are a lot of us. Don't be petty with such unknown people."

Everyone applauded and cheered: "Well said!" "I deserve to be the hero of Mount Tai!"

Hu Xiaotian hadn't been satisfied with the fight just now. Since the disciples of the Taishan Sect came to him on their own initiative, how could they swallow their anger? He spat and said slowly: "Hyitant!" He secretly exerted these three words. Although the tone was not high, it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears. The applause suddenly stopped, and the tavern was as silent as a cemetery. Xuzhou was close to Shandong, and it belonged to the sphere of influence of the Taishan Sword Sect. He dared to openly humiliate Xie Junfeng. It was unprecedented. Everyone looked at each other and moved their steps out cleverly to avoid being affected by the fish in the pond.

Xie Junfeng's face turned blue and then it turned red. His clothes were free from wind and were rushing. He was clearly extremely angry. He was open-minded and generous on the surface, but in fact he was vengeful. He was directly criticized as a "hypocrite", which was actually a humiliation that he had never experienced before. How could he bear his personality? Suddenly, the sword light flashed suddenly, and the cold air filled with cold air. A flash of cold lightning stabbed forward with lightning speed, wishing that Hu Xiaotian could be stabbed on the spot.

When! The two swords intersect and Mars flew.

Xie Junfeng failed with a blow, and couldn't help but exclaim. His wrist turned slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he stabbed three swords again, which was the famous "Sun-watching Sword Technique" of Taishan Sect. Unexpectedly, the sword light jumped, and the opponent blocked it, and easily resolved the killing move. The next moment, the sword wind snorted, and the cold sword energy rushed towards him, catching the vital point of his throat, causing the cold hair to stand up. Xie Junfeng was shocked. This sword was secretly in line with the essence of Huashan Sword Technique. Could it be that the other party was a secretly trained by the Huashan Sect? Why hadn't he heard Jiang Mingfeng mention it? He turned over and retreated with a flash of lightning, and flirted with his long sword. He was deceiving a death-taking sword and said in a deep voice: "Are you a disciple of Huashan Sect?"

Hu Xiaotian laughed and said, "Who said I am a disciple of Huashan?" The sword moves changed again as he spoke, tight and dense, smooth and fulfilling, and he could not see through how many changes would be.

Xie Junfeng said in a lost voice: "Hengshan Sword Technique!" The inner horror was beyond the description of Bimo. How could anyone in this world be proficient in the sword techniques of the Huashan Sect and Hengshan Sect at the same time? What is this stranger's identity? While retreating, he dismantled his sword moves, jumped out of the tavern and fell into the middle of the street.

Hu Xiaotian was in power and shouted, "Stop!" He flew out immediately afterwards, with the sword light scattering and pointing closely at the opponent's vital points. The sword was continuous, and the sword was as fast as a sword, which contained the sound of wind and thunder. He had already changed the Fenglei Sword Technique. If it were normal, he would not be so arrogant, but he deserved Xie Junfeng's unlucky and unfortunately became the target of his venting.

The two of them jumped out with their swords, which shocked the passers-by to flee in a hurry and screamed. Although the martial arts wind in Xuzhou was prevalent and the world was full of people, the sword fighting in the streets during the day was extremely rare, and it immediately attracted many experts to stop and pay attention. But when they saw the fast sword like the wind and the figures soared, the sound of the sharp sword fighting was as dense as pearls and rain. Someone immediately shouted: "It's Fenglei Sword Technique and Taishan Sword Technique!" "Xie Junfeng is at the disadvantage!" "Who is that young man? He has a good fast sword!"

Xie Junfeng was careless and missed the first move. He was forced to take the defensive move and try his best to move. He protected the sword back and swept up layers of dazzling sword curtains. From the corner of his eyes, he saw everyone pointing fingers and vomiting blood. He never thought that he would kick the iron plate and provoke such a powerful enemy, which would cause him to lose face. Although this opponent was young, his swordsmanship was first-class and skillful, and his fighting experience was even more sophisticated. He did not reveal any flaws in his every move! Xie Junfeng could not find the opportunity to counterattack, and was surrounded by the storm-like sword light, as if a small boat in the vast ocean could be destroyed at any time.

All the audience were surprised. With Xie Junfeng's ability to lose, wouldn't the young man who fought with him be enough to be proud of the world? Everyone whispered and asked and guessed each other.

The three Taishan Sect chased out of the tavern. Seeing that the senior brother was struggling and was in danger, he couldn't help but be shocked and angry, and winked each other. The beautiful woman in green scolded: "Despicable villain, look at the sword!" She reeled, and the sword was unsheathed, pointing to Hu Xiaotian's vest. Her sword moves were tricky and cruel, and she casts very fast. Even though Hu Xiaotian had experienced many battles, she didn't dare to look at him casually. She suddenly twisted her waist and turned around while moving. She shook the sword. But she was a little distracted, and Xie Junfeng took the opportunity to jump behind and escaped from the scope covered by his opponent's sword technique. At the same time, the other two Taishan disciples shouted coldly in unison. The two swords attacked left and right.

"The Taishan School does not follow the rules of martial arts!" "The more you fight less is not a hero!" The people around him were dissatisfied and cheered and whistled.

Hu Xiaotian laughed and said, "Do you think you can beat me by relying on the benefits of a large number of people?" A long sword roll was like a rushing river, and the extremely eccentric and soft inside was as thick as a wall. No matter how exquisite sword style the opponent three used, they all resisted them outside. He was secretly angry with the style of the Taishan Sect, and when he made a move, he was internally strong. He urged his wrist and exerted force, which made the opponent's five fingers numb, and he could hardly grasp the hilt of the sword.

After all, Xie Junfeng is the best in the martial arts generation. He is ashamed and angry as he is still strong in control of his emotions. He concentrates on observing his opponent's swordsmanship routines, but he is soon disappointed because the swordsmanship used by Hu Xiaotian does not belong to any known sect. Xie Junfeng saw that his junior brothers and sisters are getting more and more difficult to fight, and he can't trap the opponent at all, so he doesn't care about face. With a tiger roar, he pounces on the sword. This time he learned his lesson, used the secret skills of the Taishan Sect, and launched an offensive with all his strength. His moves are opened and closed, and he is brave and strong. Every sword is slashed with a thunderous shout, which is terrifying.

When Xie Junfeng joined the battle group, the situation changed, and four disciples of Taishan joined forces to completely gain the upper hand. The sword light was as strong as a tide, and Hu Xiaotian completely devoured Hu Xiaotian's figure. However, in a blink of an eye, Hu Xiaotian broke through the net with his sword, as if he was flying to the Nine Heavens. With a clear roar, the sword light splashed down, stabbing at the four people in no particular order, and there was a terrifying illusion of destroying the world. Xie Junfeng and others were shocked, and instinctively tried their best to break the sword and block it.

"Hu Xiaotian! He is Hu Xiaotian, a warrior of the Ming Dynasty!" Someone shouted in the distance, dancing with excitement, as if crazy.

Hu Xiaotian! This name seems to have a magical power, which swept across the crowd in an instant, attracting countless shocking cheers: "Ming Warriors!" "Ming Warriors!"

Hu Xiaotian never thought that he would be seen through his identity. He raised his eyes to sweep away the fanatical people. He was soaring with a little bit of his sword. He leaped backwards with his strength and jumped onto the roof facing the street like a giant eagle flying towards the distant mountains and forests. Many masters around him jumped into the air and chased and shouted: "Young Master Hu, please stay!"

Xie Junfeng and the other four could not have expected this kind of ending. They stood there with their swords, their hearts were overturned and they felt ashamed.

Hu Xiaotian turned a deaf ear to the screams behind him, quickly left the downtown area, penetrated into a forest, circled around, and turned south along an unknown small lake, running towards the few places, until he was sure that no one caught up, and stopped. He saw lush green trees around, the lake surface was as calm as a mirror, white clouds reflected, and a few small boats were floating in the distance, a beautiful picture. He faced the cool breeze blowing from his face, and suddenly aroused an impulse, paused his feet, jumped up, and sank into the depths of the lake waves. He relaxed his body and mind, threw away all his worries, and drifted in the lake water without thinking, and the cool feeling filled his limbs. I don’t know how long it took, the sky gradually turned dark, and the lake wave pushed him back to the shallow water.

Hu Xiaotian stood up and jumped onto the lake shore. When he was not yet stable, he suddenly heard a whistle sound, and the sound of breaking through the air was endless. Seven or eight strange masters jumped over and surrounded him. Hu Xiaotian said impatiently: "You are so idle when you have enough food? Hu is in a bad mood and doesn't want to be harassed and entangled by boring people. Please do whatever you want!"

The few people looked at each other, some were as silent as iron, and some sneered. An old man in black, who was nearly 50 years old, was raving and laughed strangely: "Mr. Hu Xiaotian, who do you think we are? Others regard you, the "Ming Warrior" as a hero, but in our eyes, you are bullshit!"

Hu Xiaotian was stunned and looked at it intently, noticing that an eagle was embroidered on the other party's chest. His heart moved and said lightly: "Hu was dull, I don't know when he offended all the seniors of Yanyulou. Please tell me clearly." Yanyulou was a very powerful gang in the early years. In recent years, he has gradually become low-key and faded out of people's sight. He mainly operated in Jinling, Yangzhou, and Fengyang, and lost his ability to call the wind and rain in the past. Tang Xue's mother was killed by the master of Yanyulou, which made Tang Xue lose her maternal love from then on, so Hu Xiaotian had no good feelings for Yanyulou.

The old man in black said in a deep voice: "If you have the surname Hu, it doesn't matter whether you have to offend us. The key is that you have taken something you shouldn't have. As long as you hand it over it obediently, you may not die. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Hu Xiaotianqi said: "Hu is in no way. I wonder what senior wants me to hand over?"

The old man in black face was as deep as water and said coldly: "Boy, don't tell lies in front of the real person! I would like to remind you, have you met someone from Leijiabao a few days ago?"

Hu Xiaotian said slowly with a flash of lightning, "So what? So what if it is not?"

The old man in black raised his eyebrows and showed his murderous aura, saying word by word: "Stop talking nonsense, always hand over the firearm immediately!"

Hu Xiaotian said arrogantly: "What qualifications do you have to order Hu? Could it be that Yanyulou has become a lackey of the Qinglong Society and is incompatible with it?"...)
Chapter completed!