On the banks of the West Lake River.

As the news of the decisive battle between the White-haired Grandmaster and the Martial God spread, time was getting closer and closer, and countless masters could be said to have crossed the border.

Because the white-haired master and the martial god were going to fight here, the entire West Lake scenic area was completely blocked, and any ordinary people were prohibited from entering to avoid unnecessary casualties.

Although the decisive battle in West Lake has only been less than three days, too many strong men have gathered here.

In a corner of the West Lake River, an old man with pale hair, wearing a straw raincoat and a hat sat upright on the shore, holding a fishing rod in his hand to fish leisurely.

If a master saw this scene, he would be shocked, because the old man's fishing rod fishing line is not an ordinary fishing line, but is condensed with his own energy, and his fish hook is the same.

The qi becomes silk, appearing and looming.

The qi forms a hook and fishes!

Moreover, the fish basket hanging beside him was already filled with most of the fish, which shows the terrifying and powerfulness of the old man.

Being able to condense your own qi into a fishing line and hook for fishing, or even drop the fish from the water, what level does this need to reach to the understanding of the qi?

This is definitely a master among experts.

If a knowledgeable master sees him, he will definitely be able to recognize him.

He is the famous fishing old man on the Tianlist of the Chinese Grandmasters, and ranked 13th on the Tianlist!

On the other side of the West Lake River, a middle-aged man in Tibetan clothes sat on the head of a huge giant snake, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was closing his eyes to rest.

This giant snake was extremely huge, covered with green scales, and its whole body was soaked in the lake water, with only one head exposed outside. The snake's head was extremely huge and ferocious, with a corner on its head, as if it was about to transform into a dragon.

The middle-aged man looked gloomy and a little thin. He looked about fifty years old, and his figure looked a little thin. He was wrapped in Tibetan clothing and looked particularly gloomy. He was definitely a tough character and dared not let people approach him easily.

He is the fifth-ranked powerful existence on the list of the Chinese Grandmasters, a terrifying giant that lies in the Tibetan area, and the Taoist Qingshe!

Each person and a snake cooperate with each other and are powerful, and they are all well-known among the Chinese masters.

On the east bank of West Lake, a young man sat on a willow tree, holding a recorder in his hand and gently blew it, playing a moving piece of music that echoed above West Lake.

The fish in the lake were actually influenced by his melodious flute sound and gathered under the weeping willows, and the picture looked very beautiful.

If you look closely, you will find that the young man is not sitting on the trunk of the willow tree, but on the hanging willow branches of the willow tree, as if those willow branches were just carpets. I don’t know how the extremely fragile willow branches bear the weight of his body?

The young man had long black hair and casually disguised, with a handsome face, a cool and comfortable feeling. His slender figure was wrapped in a classical white robe, holding a recorder in his hand, and an ancient jade hanging around his waist, as if he had walked out of a costume TV series, and his whole body was filled with a beautiful classical flavor.

If anyone sees him, he will be shocked and scream, because he is the third-ranked existence on the list of Chinese Grandmasters and the future heir of Wudang - Xu Xiaoyao.

On the lake on the south bank of West Lake, a young monk sat cross-legged on the head of a buffalo, folded his hands together, muttering words in his mouth, circles of golden energy spread out from all directions with him as the center, attracting countless fish from the lake to come and listen to the sermon.

He has a charitable and solemn face, looking over thirties, with a bald head, and there are nine and a half ring scars on his head!

You should know that the monk's ring scar is a symbol of status and a representation of hierarchy.

After several months of freshman training, the young monk who had just shaved will take a simple test. After passing the test, the old monks in the temple will use incense to help them light the first ring scar of their monk's career, which is called "Qingxin".

Then in the next one or two years, if you perform well, such as no longer drooling when you watch the lock code channel or no longer have to look around when writing the Diamond Sutra, you are eligible to get a second scar: "Love".

Generally speaking, if it goes well, most of the older monks in the temple can have five or six scars; while the abbots of important temples such as Shaolin Temple, Halal Temple or Longfatang may be [high-level monks] or [special monks] with eight or nine scars.

However, this tenth scar is not something that ordinary monks can possess. Except for Master Bodhidharma and Zen Master Sixth Patriarch, there are no more than five [God-level monks] with ten scars.

However, now that the monk is young, he actually has nine and a half ring scars on his head. You can imagine how terrifying and powerful his status is.

What's more, not only did he have a ring scar on his head, but also on his arms, which was so eye-catching.

His name is Sanmu, and he is the future host of the Great Day Buddhism in China. He ranks fourth on the list of Grand Masters of China. However, according to rumors, the ranking of fourth place is far inconsistent with his strength, because he had killed Grand Masters.

Who would have thought that the hidden Dari Buddhism actually chose to be born at this moment?

A melodious song rang out on the north shore of West Lake.

As the melodious singing sounded, under the surprise eyes of people, many beauties in white ancient costumes walked slowly in a sedan chair, and petals fell from the sky, looking extremely misty.

I don’t know who actually had such a huge pomp.

Many classical beauties carried the sedan chair and walked slowly forward, and then stopped to the embankment in front.

Then, a young man in a blue shirt slowly walked out of the sedan chair.

He has a sharp face, sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, tall figure, long hair, a long blue gown, and a folding fan in his hand, looking particularly heroic.

As the young man walked out, a maid carried a throne made of pure gold and placed it behind the young man.

The young man stretched lazily, then sat on the throne made of pure gold. The maid on the side cared for him to hand him a cup of tea that had been brewed long ago, and the beauty massaged his shoulders, which made him enjoy it very much.

This shows the dignity of this young man.

His name is Huang Tuo, and he is also called Huangdi. He is the leader of the passionate sect. He ranks at the end of the eighteenth place in the Chinese Grand Masters list, but he is the first person among the younger generation to make it to the Chinese Grand Masters list.

"The scenery of West Lake is indeed beautiful!"

Looking at the beautiful scenery of West Lake, drinking the rich and fragrant ancient tea, and enjoying the maid's massage, a strong sense of enjoyment appeared on Huangdi's face, and a relaxed and comfortable voice came from his mouth.

He looked around and looked at the figures appearing around the West Lake. A smile appeared on his sharp and elegant face, and a calm voice came from his mouth: "The decisive battle has not begun yet, so many guys have come."

"It seems that this decisive battle in West Lake is very lively."

In addition, in the pavilions around West Lake, there are many young men and ladies from aristocratic families standing gracefully, gathering together and chatting, which makes them look very lively.

At the same time, a large number of strong men are coming to inquire.

Many sects of China's hidden strength were dispatched to watch the battle at this moment!

After all... the name of the God of Martial Arts is too big in China!

And the white-haired master...

Many people want to see his style.

The Ye family’s luxury house covers an area of ​​more than 20,000 square meters. It is the largest luxury manor in Yanjing, no doubt about it.

This huge mansion is a existence that countless people look up to throughout Yanjing, marking its unique position in Yanjing.

The Ye family dominated Yanjing, and no family could compete with it. Its strength was far beyond people's imagination.

At this moment, in the mansion of Yanjing, a huge and luxurious cocktail party was quietly held. The Ye family invited many well-known figures to come.

In the magnificent hall, many members of the Ye family gathered with people from all walks of life in Yanjing, chatting and laughing, and they were extremely glorious.

The old man of the Ye family looked in his eighties, with white hair and wearing a navy blue Zhongshan suit, looking energetic.

He sat in front of the hall and talked and laughed with the mayor of Yanjing, and seemed particularly happy and energetic.

The atmosphere in the entire hall is harmonious.

"Come on... everyone, let's give Mr. Ye a cup! If it weren't for Mr. Ye in recent years, our Yanjing economy would never have been as developed as it is now, and it is far ahead of other cities. Everyone here would not have the status that they are now!"

The mayor of Yanjing stood up, raised his wine glass, and said with a smile!

"The mayor is right! Without Mr. Ye, there would be no Yanjing, and there would be no us today! Mr. Ye, let's give you a cup!"

"Old Ye, we respect you!"

"Old Ye, thank you for your hard work over the years!"

Hearing the words of the Mayor of Yanjing, everyone here agreed, raised their wine glass to Mr. Ye, and said with a smile!

"Everyone is really polite! Today, it is all your contribution. I, Ye, just put in my own efforts."

Seeing this, Mr. Ye couldn't help but smile and said!

"Old Ye, you are humble, we are doing it, you can do it!"

Hearing this, everyone else spoke with a smile.

The next moment, everyone raised their heads and drank the red wine in their glass.

"Old...Master...thing is wrong!"

"master……"

However, at this moment, a butler rushed in in a hurry, and a panic sound came from his mouth, breaking the joyful and harmonious atmosphere in the hall.

"With the butler, why are you so panicked?"

Seeing this, Ye Feng, the son of the Ye family, who was standing aside, frowned and couldn't help but speak.

The others also looked at the butler.

"Master, young master, young master...I...I just got news from Badao Sect. Ba... He is dead!"

That and the butler spoke tremblingly.

"What? Ye Badao is dead?"

"Is Mr. Ba dead?"

"How is this possible?"

Hearing the words of the butler, everyone present could not help but change their faces, and a strong shock and horror appeared on their faces.

You should know that Ye Badao is not only the leader of the Badao Sect, but also the core member of the Ye family and the master figure on the list of Chinese Grand Masters.

In the entire Yanjing, he can be said to be a person who calls for the wind and rain, but how could he die?

"What the hell is going on? Who did it?"

The face of the old man of the Ye family also changed at this moment, his aura burst out, and an angry voice came from his mouth.

"According to... According to the news from the Badao Sect, it is... the leader of the Crazy Soldier Alliance, the white-haired master Lan Feng, who killed Ba Ye!"

He spoke to the butler in a deep voice.

"Green-haired master Lan Feng?"

The old man of the Ye family clenched his fists and there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes: "My Ye family didn't look for you, but you bullied us, thinking we were soft persimmons?"

The next moment, the old man of the Ye family waved his hand suddenly, and a strong murderous intent came out of his mouth.
Chapter completed!