Chen ang rode his horse down the path to the West. After half a minute, he came under an ancient wood beside the road. The dew in the morning is heavy, and the moss under the ancient wood has a little shallow wet mark, which is very insignificant.

    When Chen ang saw this indentation, he suddenly laughed.

    "Friends of Songshan sect over there, please don''t hide! Ding Mian, Songshan is a famous and decent sect after all. At least it hasn''t done anything to disappoint Chen. If you don''t come out, don''t blame Chen for darting!"

    Chen Ang''s eyes turned to the forest in the north. He had some fun in his eyes. A little silver light jumped on his hand, and a flying swallow dart shuttled flexibly between him. It seemed that he could get rid of it at any time.

    There was only the flickering sound of branches blown by the wind, which was very pleasant. Where Chen ang looked, it was calm, and even the sound of birds singing in the treetops did not change.

    "Ding Mian, you can''t help but disappoint me! You know I can''t cheat you, but you dare not enter or retreat. What do you want?" Chen ang shouted loudly in the woods, and the swallow dart disappeared in his hand.

    A little silver light flew over the treetops and disappeared without a trace.

    For a long time, a song mountain disciple fell from the top of the tree and collapsed on the ground. In the middle of his hat, a silver dart glittered and nailed it to the surrounding branches. It was only half an inch away from his head.

    A big hand appeared in the air and caught the silver dart on his hat.

    A short, fat, yellow faced old man twisted the silver dart and disdained to say, "it''s made of fine steel and made by a craftsman. This silver dart has strange material and good workmanship. I''m afraid its value is more expensive than the gold dart made of hundreds of gold!"

    "Even if you have hundreds of millions of wealth, how many silver darts can you take with you?"

    The Song Mountain disciples who gathered around him suddenly looked better after hearing his words. Ding Mian and Lu Bai stood side by side behind him. In addition, Jiuqu Jianzhong town took two other Taibao around Chen Ang''s back road.

    Chen ang roughly counted that there were at least five or six people with similar martial arts as Fei bin. There were three people with better martial arts than him. They were obviously the older generation of Songshan sect. At this glance, Chen ang saw the backbone of Mount Song, such as the white headed fairy Bu Shen, the bald eagle Sha Tianjiang, the brocade lion Gao Kexin and so on.

    If these people die here, I''m afraid Songshan will never recover.

    Chen ang raised his eyes and smiled. He didn''t refute Le Hou''s words, but the long sword in his hand was deeply inserted into the ground. As soon as the scabbard was picked, a marble stone fell into the air.

    With a wave of the long sword, the scabbard struck directly on the stone.

    "Deng!" sounded softly, and the stone shot out. Only a sad wind could be heard. Le Hou saw a shadow straight at his face door, and hurriedly shook the iron hand guard on his hand to protect his face.

    "When!" made a loud noise, Le Hou''s hands were numb, his wrists hit his face heavily, and the whole person stepped back three or four steps and stood on the tree behind him.

    His face was blue and purple, and his hands trembled. The iron hand guard on his hand was inlaid with a marble sized stone, which looked natural. Le Hou''s face changed dramatically. He couldn''t help but open his mouth and spit out two big white front teeth.

    "My darts are precious, but the stones on the ground can be picked up by bending over. If you think there are no more stones on the ground than you, just come up!" Chen Ang''s mouth showed a trace of sunshine.

    All the Songshan disciples present turned pale and nervously held a long sword in front of their chest.

    "Ha ha! The miracle doctor is laughing!" a thick voice said in a loud voice. When the Song Mountain disciples heard the voice, they seemed to have a backbone and their eyes were sharp. Just listening to the sound of a large group of people walking behind, Chen ang looked at dozens of Song Mountain disciples, each holding a big shield with both hands.

    They carefully protected all the Song Mountain disciples. Such a cowhide wooden shield can''t penetrate even the strong bow of two stones. He took out a handful of exquisite crossbows and arrows from behind and pointed at Chen Ang''s vital points.

    Chen ang didn''t even look at them. He just stared at an old man who came out of the forest.

    Zuo lengchan came out with a negative hand, stood in front of Le Hou and said, "don''t get me wrong. Zuo didn''t mean any harm here. He just wanted to ask, who ordered you to interfere in the family affairs of our Wuyue sword sect?"

    Chen ang smiled, but did not answer, but smiled, "I heard that before the left leader, Songshan sect was just a middle-class sect of Wuyue sword sect. It was the left leader''s dream

    , I worked hard to make the Song Mountain sect brilliant. Although I first entered the Jianghu, I also heard the great name of the Song Mountain sword sect. "

    "What''s more, it''s said that the left palm sect brought the Song Mountain sect here. He''s a great man."

    When Zuo lengchan heard the speech, his face showed the color of self Jin and hugged his fist: "it''s all the love of Jianghu friends!"

    "What a pity!" Chen ang smiled. "There are too many frogs at the bottom of the well in the world. Their praise is often exaggerated and alarmist. So..."

    Chen Ang''s voice paused, looked at Zuo lengchan and said word by word:

    "Is Songshan sect great now?"

    Looking at Zuo lengchan''s suddenly gloomy face, Chen ang said with a smile, "Zuo lengchan, are you great? Or have you forgotten a truth."

    "What''s the truth?" Zuo lengchan asked with a cold smile.

    "The swallow and the sparrow know the truth of the ambition of the swan!" Chen ang looked at him and read aloud, "the Phoenix is noble and clean. It doesn''t live in the sky. If it gets rotten rats, it''s afraid of the Phoenix."

    "Zuo lengchan, you should be the leader of the five mountains sect as a treasure. In my eyes, your power and position are just rotten rats. Now you are cautious and afraid of it. You search your heart and worry about it. Even your plot to become a mean person is just a joke."

    "Isn''t it the same truth that you came to ask me today and asked the Phoenix, ''I''m safe with rotten rats''?"

    Chen ang shook his head and lost his smile. Looking to the left, lengchan''s eyes had only regrets and sighs.

    Zuo lengchan lowered his eyebrows and eyes, stared at the void three feet in front of him, and said slowly in a low tone: "swallow finches know the ambition of swans! Do mountain tourists also understand my ambition?"

    "Ha!" Chen ang shook his head and sighed. He looked at Zuo lengchan. No one understood me. He couldn''t help laughing.

    "Lofty ambition? There are hundreds of people with swords under our command. They shout before and then hug, and shout around. Passers-by avoid them. When heroes in the Jianghu see them, they should get up and hug their fists, call them the left leader and left league leader, command thousands of disciples of the five mountains, manage the eight thousand mile green forest, and dominate the Shaolin forest of Wudang. It''s really powerful and domineering! Ha ha!"

    Chen ang pointed to him and sneered, "should I respect you, Causeway Bay, left cold Zen, left leader?"

    Although I can''t understand what Chen ang is saying, the sarcasm in his tone is ready to come out. The people of Songshan sect flash sharp in their eyes and hold the sword tighter in their hands.

    "You say that there are no two days in the world, and there are nine states on the earth. The four seas are vast and boundless. You think this is heaven and earth. When you see the wonderful Wulin and the battle in the Jianghu, you think this is your heaven and earth. Black sparrows are trapped in the well, and they can only walk on the earth. Dragons are born in shallow talk, but they have only the ambition of fish and shrimp. It''s not your fault."

    "But Zuo lengchan, the Jianghu is not the only world in the world, nor is there only the pursuit of fame and wealth. How can you comment on my road and how can you understand it? I just hope you can relax your eyes and don''t be a shortsighted person after today."

    Chen ang lifted the long sword and said slowly.

    After hearing this, Zuo lengchan blinked, looked at the long sword in Chen Ang''s hand, sighed and said, "this is your sword? It''s really good, but it''s a pity!"

    He sighed with deep regret. "Such a good sword and such wonderful sword technique are a madman!"

    "Even if you are a madman, you should have a bright future. Blame you for your madness in front of Songshan sect!" Zuo lengchan smiled, stood opposite Chen ang with a long sword and said slowly: "since I have been standing here, I''m afraid it''s not your turn to fly nine days in front of a swan!"

    "I want to see if the dead finches dare to chirp!"

    Before the words were heard, the Song Mountain disciples around had jumped on him. Several sharp sword lights quickly chopped at Chen ang and tore the plants, branches and leaves on the road into pieces. Each of them is one of the best players in the Jianghu. With concerted efforts, even the first-class leaders of the five mountains should hate.

    A sword light burst from Zuo lengchan''s waist, and his sharp Qi tore up the vegetation around him. The sword light swung like a flash of lightning in the air and stabbed Chen Ang''s heart.

    Dozens of sword lights have evidence to advance and retreat, forming a heaven and earth net to block Chen Ang''s escape space. Several Taibao rushed up with their swords and stabbed Chen Ang''s key points. Together with Zuo lengchan, they formed a desperate situation.