Chapter 763: Old thing, today I'll let you see what an iron plate is

To send a message to Lady Liu, it can only be through the palace maid Bilu. But Bilu is a palace maid, and it is not easy to leave the palace; it is not as convenient as eunuchs leaving the palace.

Chen Guanlou could only spend money to entrust someone to bring a message to Bilu.

Mixing in the capital, if you don't know a few eunuchs, you are too embarrassed to go out and say you are mixing in society.

In the middle of the night, Chen Guanlou was sunning in the moonlight when an uninvited guest rebelled.

He sat on the recliner, didn't move, only opened his eyes and looked at the person on the roof. A strange face, thirty-something, looks okay, but not as good-looking as him. Medium height, with a beard, a master style.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Brother, where are you from, where are you going?"

"You are Chen Guanlou!"

"This humble person is exactly. May I ask your name? Not sleeping in the middle of the night, running to my roof, is it fun?"

"If you want to know who this old man is, follow this old man for a trip. It's not convenient to talk here!"

As soon as the words fell, the person disappeared on the spot.

Chen Guanlou:...

Old man!?

Calling himself an old man?!

A thirty-year-old face calling himself an old man!

Another old monster.

He didn't hesitate at all and chased after him.

As for whether the focus was shifted, it didn't matter. He only thought that the old guy's cultivation was quite high, and he would have a fight tonight to loosen his muscles and bones.

The two chased each other, left the city, and ran fifty miles outside the city in one breath.

Cannot continue to advance; not far ahead is the military camp. If the movement is too large and attracts the attention of the military camp, the gain is not worth the loss. There are many martial artists in the military camp; not afraid of one-on-one, just afraid of many ants biting an elephant to death.

"Senior led me here, can you explain your identity now?"

"This old man's identity, you are not worthy to know."

Damn!

So arrogant!

"Hand over the things."

What stuff?

Chen Guanlou didn't have time to sigh at the other party's arrogant and domineering attitude, when suddenly 'hand over the things' stunned him.

"What are you talking about? What to hand over. Old thing, although I respect the old and love the young, if you are not respectful to the old, I will not be polite either."

"Young man is arrogant enough. The world says you are the first among the younger generation; today this old man will come to learn the power of you young people."

"Come, come, come, I also want to see the power of the old thing!"

"Looking for death!"

The old guy started fighting without a word.

Chen Guanlou:...

Just what I wanted!

Without any fancy moves, he took the other party's palm with one hand to weigh the weight.

One palm struck out, the earth shook.

The old guy didn't talk about martial arts, decisively pulling out a sharp sword.

"Look at the sword!"

Sword light flickered.

Chen Guanlou saw at a glance that the treasure sword in the old guy's hand was not comparable to goods on the market.

Without any hesitation, he decisively retreated, picking up a branch to meet the enemy.

"Good courage! Except for the Grandmaster, no one in the world has walked ten moves under this old man's sword. Kid, give you one last chance, hand over the things."

"Old thing, others let you before, I don't let you. Today I will let you see the combat power of the strongest of the younger generation. Don't say ten moves, one hundred moves as you please!"

"What a big tone!"

One sword slashed down, shaking the mountains and rivers, and the ground was directly shaved off a layer.

Chen Guanlou held his breath, the moon tonight is very bright. By the moonlight, he performed a teleportation technique.

Heaven and Earth are all knives!

Rushing through the mountains and rivers, slashing directly at the face.

Violent wind and huge waves, sweeping everything around.

No human shadow, only violent wind! Only see the sword light flickering under the moon, every knife is fatal!

"Old thing, are there ten moves? Who can't brag! Bragging in front of me, consider yourself unlucky. Don't inquire about my reputation; the one who didn't believe in evil before was Master Qi of the Jixia Academy. Tonight, you are the second Master Qi, let you see the truth that bragging also needs to pay taxes!"

Chen Guanlou's tone was extremely arrogant, the wind blade with the murderous spirit of tearing the world apart killed into the sword net.

"Kid, don't be arrogant!"

"Hahaha... who was arrogant before! Have you seen the ability of the strongest of the younger generation? Have you! Old man, at such a big age, you should go home and retire, running out to rely on the old and sell the old, what kind of thing is it! Others are afraid of you, I am not afraid! I tell you, below the Grandmaster, not afraid!"

"Today, either you die or I die!"

"Very good! Never killed a ninth-rank peak martial artist, tonight kill one, sacrifice to Heaven!"

Chen Guanlou's murderous intent rose, completely a desperate fighting method, the offensive momentum became more and more fierce. The two fought fiercely in mid-air, which had long alarmed the martial artists nearby.

The bird monk in the monk temple, Master Liaochen woke up from meditation, frowned slightly. He shook his head slowly, very disapproving, "Today's martial artists have no rules at all. Fighting in the middle of the night, affecting this poor monk's rest. Alas, haven't moved muscles and bones for a long time, it's time to manage it."

Before the words fell, the person had already disappeared in the meditation room.

Zhou Mobai, who was cultivating his body and nature in the manor but whose temper was getting more and more irritable, heard the movement and was excited, rushing out with a sword, like a cannonball, carrying surging murderous intent.

Wei Wubing lived in the city, stood on the roof, looking into the distance, frowning slightly, "Still know a little bit of rules, know to go outside the city to fight, didn't move in the city."

Chen Guanlou retreated sharply, hiding in a tree crown like an escape, analyzing the most favorable escape route.

The Grandmaster is here!

Still fighting a fart!

The old guy obviously felt the thousand-jin pressure brought by the Grandmaster, decisively putting away the treasure sword in his hand. It's just that his figure was a bit embarrassed, his hair was a bit messy, his clothes were a bit messy, and his beard was not very neat.

Looking at Chen Guanlou's side, only a face could be maintained, still a romantic young man.

Two people fought a fight, neither could do anything to the other, but instead attracted the Grandmaster. It was the eight-generation blood mold.

"Old guy, you said you provoked me for what?"

"If you hand over the things, this old man naturally won't provoke you."

"What stuff do you want me to hand over?"

"This poor monk is also very curious, what you want him to hand over."

The bird monk is here!

Master Liaochen said a Buddha name, "Amitabha! Not resting in the middle of the night, the two are here to learn from each other, it's nothing. It's just that the movement is too big, this poor monk cannot avoid being disturbed even far away in Wu Xiang Temple."

"Why talk nonsense with them, disturbing the clear dream, kill them!"

The irritable Zhou Mobai rushed over, holding a sword and wanting to kill.

The bird monk is still reasonable, fortunately he is reasonable, "Zhou benefactor, don't be irritable! The two are just learning from each other, and there is no crime, how can you kill people at every turn. Heaven has the virtue of good life, Zhou benefactor, put down the sword in your hand."

"Bird monk, you manage enough, you even manage to my head. Wei old man can't manage me, you count as what."

"Amitabha, this poor monk can barely manage you tonight."

"You want to fight with me!" Once this was mentioned, Zhou Mobai was instantly excited, "Come, come, come, hurry up and fight with me. If you don't fight, you are not a man."

"This poor monk is a disciple of Buddha!" Liaochen had an attitude that it didn't matter whether he was a man or not, as long as he was a disciple of Buddha.

"If you don't fight, you are not a disciple of Buddha, you are garbage!"

Old guy:...

Chen Guanlou:...

Fight, fight, hurry up and fight, so he can take the opportunity to escape. He even set up an escape posture! ===== CHAPTER 764 =====