Chapter 370: Confrontation on Tianchi Lake! (Second Update)

Under Ye Chen's seemingly plain words, there was so much domineering and decisive killing that even Mr. Chen couldn't help but change his expression.

After watching him leave, Mr. Chen sighed softly: "Hey, there is going to be chaos again, Tiandian, I hope you don't go too far."

"Chief, do you think he is the opponent of Tiandian?"

Qin Xiaotian couldn't help but ask.

He knew more about Tiandian than Ye Chen, an outsider. Tiandian had always been low-key and mysterious. For fifty years, he had hardly interfered in external affairs.

Because they are arrogant and domineering.

Because they have always looked down on the so-called warriors from the outside world, even he, the crazy man of Zhongnanhai who is ranked third on the Heavenly List, is still not in their eyes.

Ordinary clowns were handled by the Martial Alliance in the past.

This time, it was Ye Chen who made too big a mistake, which made Tiandian focus on him.

Facing Qin Xiaotian's question, Mr. Chen shook his head slightly: "This boy's character is different from ordinary people, and he has endless trump cards. I think it is not a wise decision for Tiandian to provoke him."

He thought he had read countless people, but he couldn't see through Ye Chen.

"I agree that Ye Nankuang is strong enough to enter the Heavenly Palace."

Qin Xiaotian smiled bitterly: "But don't forget who owns the Heavenly Palace. Guan Shanyue, the master of the Heavenly Palace, if he takes action..."

"A martial arts myth from a hundred years ago?"

Mr. Chen's face was frozen, and then he murmured: "Niu Qingshan, how long are you going to endure this sick dragon? A hundred years ago, you, Niu Batian, who was known as the one whose strength is closest to the martial arts myth, now Can you really never stand up again?"

Go back in time.

A hundred years ago, four geniuses came out of nowhere and dominated the world with their invincible talents. Their brilliance almost made the Chinese martial arts world look up to them. Even Xue Feng and other contemporaries did not dare to look directly at their brilliance.

Since then, the four people have disappeared. What outsiders don't know is that one of them returns to the Heaven Palace, one returns to the Dragon Soul, and the remaining two disarm and return to their fields. One is in charge of the Demon City, and the other is in charge of Hong Kong Island.

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Changbai Mountain Tianchi.

The old farmer was still sitting by the lake fishing. The old cow beside him was lying on the ground, sticking out his tongue and licking a wine bottle, his eyes were dazed and drunk.

"What a waste of natural resources!"

Seeing this scene, the old farmer was in great pain: "I have only heard of cows chewing peonies, but I have never heard of cows swallowing fish raw or drinking white wine."

At this time, the old farmer seemed to be feeling something and looked towards the lake.

I saw bursts of white mist suddenly appearing on the surface of the ice-covered lake. The white mist filled the sky, as if the ice surface had melted when it encountered boiling water.

A tiger roar sounded in the white mist.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

As a heavy sound came, I saw a white tiger approaching faintly in the mist. The white tiger was unusually tall and powerful, as if it wanted to choose people and devour them.

And the moment the white tiger came out.

The old cow beside the old farmer suddenly woke up from his drunken state.

"Hmph, hum..."

The old cow kept pawing its hooves and poked a big hole in the ice in front of it. White gas with the aroma of wine came out of the cow's nose, and its eyes were as big as copper bells.

"Junior brother, you are still here."

The old farmer continued fishing unconcernedly.

As the white tiger walked out, he saw a young man in purple robe sitting on top of him. The young man had a handsome face, but his eyes were scornful: "Brother, since you have already retired, you should not interfere with the affairs of the outside world."

"When did I say I was reclusive?"

The old farmer took out his cigarette pot bag and started smoking. He said without raising his head: "I just said that I was tired and wanted to rest for a while. I am not sure about this period. It may be a bag of cigarettes, or it may be... Until I die of old age!”

"Senior brother is so cunning!"

The young man in purple robe said: "It's useless to talk more. Junior brother came here today just to tell senior brother that you are not allowed to interfere with Ye Nankuang anymore. He is the enemy of my Heavenly Palace, and even the enemy of the three heavens!"

The old farmer blew out a smoke ring and sighed softly: "Junior brother, how many years has it been since our master died?"

"What do you mean by asking this?" The young man in purple robe was a little unhappy.

"The master was born in the Daoguang period, that is, 1821, and died in the eighth year of the Republic of China, that is, 1919. He lived to be ninety-eight years old and died nearly a hundred years ago."

The old farmer continued: "The master took in four of us brothers when he was seventy years old. Do you still remember what the master said when the four of us knelt in front of the master and paid homage to him?"

"Senior brother, I don't want to hear about the past!"

The young man in purple robe became more and more unhappy.

But the old farmer didn't stop: "The master borrowed a line from Du Fu's poem that day. There are tens of thousands of buildings in the building, and the poor people in the world are all happy. The master just wants to tell us that we must have a benevolent heart and a chivalrous heart. Never bully the weak with force.”

Having said this, the old farmer paused for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at the young man in purple robe with a burning gaze: "But you have changed. After the master died, you relied on your outstanding qualifications to covet the vanity of the martial arts myth, and then you were not willing to accept the status quo. In order to cater to some people, I have completely forgotten my original intention and deviated from my responsibilities over the years.”

"Have you forgotten the master's decision to fight for the last three days on his own? Have you forgotten the three tragic laughs the master made before he left?"

"Senior Brother, what do you mean by this are you insisting on opposing Junior Brother and trying to protect Ye Nankuang?" The purple-robed young man's face looked a little ugly: "Niu Qingshan, you can lose your fighting spirit, but don't block my way!"

"Guan Shanyue!"

The old farmer, who was indifferent before, suddenly shouted loudly, his expression was very solemn: "My name is Niu Batian, not Niu Qingshan, I am the Dragon King of Dragon Soul!"

"Dragon King? Niu Batian?"

Guan Shanyue smiled coldly: "You have been hiding in the remote countryside for many years, either farming or peeping at widows taking a bath. Do you look like Niu Batian? Do you look like the Dragon King? Brother, you are old, and you should accept your fate when you are old."

"No!"

"I am not old yet!"

Niu Qingshan sighed lightly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to press the white tiger sitting on the purple-robed young man, and the white tiger immediately sank into the ice layer, leaving only its back exposed on it.

In the whole process, Niu Qingshan did not have any energy fluctuations, as if he was just waving it casually.

"You broke the mirror too?"

The purple-robed young man's face suddenly changed, and then he sneered: "I understand, senior brother, you are too cunning. You deliberately used the reason of injury and retreat to deceive the world and me. In fact, you are secretly looking for an opportunity to break the mirror!"

The next moment.

The purple-robed young man's face was replaced by coldness: "But do you think that you can stop me? My good senior brother, don't forget that among several brothers, I am the first to become the supreme martial arts master!"

"Try it and you will know!"

Niu Qingshan didn't care at all and jumped onto the ice first.

Two extremely fierce attacks broke out.

Some people who were traveling in Changbai Mountain were horrified!

Avalanche!

The overwhelming snow was like a tide, and the scene was like a mountain torrent, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

The avalanche lasted for half an hour before it ended.

What everyone didn't know was.

A white tiger carried a bloody young man and fled into the distance. An old cow carried an old farmer and walked slowly in the snow.

The old farmer's hands were broken, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive!

The old cow was crying!

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(ps: I overslept, Chapter 2, there is still one chapter!)