"Kill you!"

In the vast clouds and mist, a figure of the god of fire was killed, smoke flew in the sky, and the golden eagle held up Yang Ming's body, he held the sword finger in his left hand, and drew a talisman in the air with his right hand, and the lightning and thunder of the nine heavens and nine earths. The young man's soul power came out in a hurry, and the Dao Xing actually broke through the soul refining and went straight to the foundation.

At this moment, not only Jin Liang was stunned, but even everyone present was shocked.

He didn't know why he was so furious, he was so angry that he only wanted to kill, and the moment he saw the golden scales kissing, it was as if the purest flower was stained, and his heart was broken.

Seeing that above the Xuantian, there was a thunder sword slashed down, and in the rumble, it seemed to faintly say:

Shaking the might, the nine heavens of thunder, with my body, with the charm to lead it!

He didn't understand how powerful it was, but there was no way to avoid it, and Yang Ming's angry and distorted face told him that he wanted him to die!

"Presumptuous!"

With a loud shout, the ten tigers burst out, the fire reflected the red sky, the golden eagle of Yang Ming was like an ant in the tiger's mouth, it was torn apart in an instant, the thunder sword disappeared, and the young man's figure fell suddenly, and then, the green pine rushed out of the firelight, and slapped him on the left cheek, and the young man rolled out like a leather ball.

"What a great ability, such a great murderous aura, do you still take me, a senior brother, in your eyes!"

Yang Ming got up and knelt down in front of Qing Song, his face was swollen and tall, and the huge palm prints of his five fingers were clearly visible.

The door of Shenxiao Palace is strictly regulated, the first seat of each hall is not there, and the elder disciple performs all the power of life and death.

"Senior brother, what are you doing?"

Song Linglong urged her soul power, and when she went to Qingsong, the golden scales were surprised, it turned out that a finger on her waist was just a child's play for her, so why did she have to be restrained......

Facing Song Linglong's loud questioning, Qingsong Tieqing's face was green, and he said coldly:

"Get out of here and kneel in front of the ancestral hall, I'm upset here!"

Yang Ming silently received the order, stood up and walked slowly to the hall, Song Linglong refused, she wanted to hold her junior brother, but in exchange for only indifference and speechlessness, at this moment, I am afraid that only Yang Ming has a sentence in his heart:

Why is this happening......

Jin Liang was not small to eat, the little apprentice of Luoxia Hall who was silent on weekdays, and even had some elm heads, made him almost die and walked out, his mind was delicate, in addition to being frightened, he also faintly noticed other tastes.

"If you dare to punish Yang Ming, I'll tell Dad!"

Song Linglong knew that Qing Song had always loved her, but in the face of her own threat, this time, the extremely loving senior brother in her heart actually treated her coldly and walked in front of Jin Scale.

Jin Scale's heart "popped" and said secretly: It's not good. The little apprentice is so powerful, I'm afraid this senior brother won't be able to deal with it.

"As for you, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, the golden scale red shadow flashed and ran away, but unexpectedly, Qing Song smiled coldly, and shot out with a horizontal palm, just hitting him in the chest, Xiao Jin Ye felt a sharp pain in his five organs, and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood "Wow", and the whole person flew out of the Luoxia Hall sideways, dripping and rolling several times, until he rolled out of the door of the hall.

"Luoxia Palace is not your turn to be presumptuous, the opportunistic tricks on the moves are not real, and after two months, Jiulong will win the heir, you and my junior brother will fight hard!"

Everyone was stunned, they couldn't imagine that the senior brother, who was known for his steady success on weekdays, was so protective of his shortcomings, and he faintly had the first demeanor of Song Dayi.

The golden scale struggled for a long time before he got up like a dog, held his chest, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't even speak, so he grabbed his tail and fled.

Qing Song turned around, saw the eyes of the third child and Song Linglong's junior brothers and sisters who turned to admiration, and said coldly:

"Lose the face of Luoxia Palace, everyone copy the Tao Te Ching ten times and hand it over to me!"

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Leaving those little cubs, they were going to shout: Senior brother is mighty!

It was night, it was raining, and it was pouring vigorously, falling into the ground, and falling at the door of the ancestral hall of the Luoxia Temple.

There was a young man kneeling in the rain, he was embedded in the ground, as if taking root, at this moment, he was already soaked, his sideburns and eyebrows were dripping with bead-like falling water, and the deep cold in autumn made him tremble over and over again, but he asked himself again and again:

What's up, what's going on......

Suddenly, a figure came from the wind and rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella and quietly came to him, she quietly knelt down, and leaned the paper umbrella to the young man's side.

Yang Ming's nose was bright, smelling the faint fragrance of orchids, his indifferent heart moved, made a smile that was obviously bitter but very sweet, and said softly:

"Senior Sister ......"

Song Linglong smiled and snuggled beside him, at this moment, she had a lot of words, but she didn't dare to say them, because she knew that even if she said it, according to this piece of dead wood, the character of stinky wood, she would not answer him.

She could completely imagine that in the next second, Yang Ming lowered his head, played with the corners of his clothes, and said nothing.

"Why are you helping me today?"

Sure enough, Yang Ming lowered his head and looked at the ground, where there was a small grass that had been wilted by the rain, but he refused to give in and raised his head.

"I, I...... I ......"

He "me" a lot, but he never said why.

Song Linglong raised her eyebrows, this is a signal, Yang Ming saw that he lowered his head and shrunk his neck, knowing that he was going to be beaten by her again, who knows, Song Linglong smiled, stretched out his hand and stroked his head lovingly, and said softly:

"Fool!"

Yang Ming looked at her in a daze, stupid, at this moment, there seemed to be something slowly melting in his heart, and he had an urge to hug her towards the charming figure in the rain, but it was only in his heart......

Suddenly, he saw that the rain in the sky had stopped, and it turned out that Song Linglong had given him all the oil-paper umbrellas in his hand, and his body fell into the rain and was drenched in most of it.

Yang Ming couldn't bear it, his nose was sour, at this moment, did he have thousands of words to say, but all of them were blocked in his throat and couldn't come out, so he reached out and pushed the oil-paper umbrella over.

"Stinky boy, you still know how to care about my body!"

Song Linglong said with a smile.

With a thunderclap, the white light illuminated the charming side face, Yang Ming gradually became stupid, he thought:

This moment should be forever, how good is that, senior sister......

His Royal Highness Luoxia, Phantom Moon Cave Mansion, Xuanbing Ancient Road.

Qing Song closed his eyes and meditated, he sat on the futon, his hand knotted the orchid fingerprint, and the ten tiger long sword beside him was slightly cold, inserted into the three feet in front of him, accompanied by the swaying of the green lantern.

At this moment, he has no intention of cultivating, too many things have happened today, and the little junior brother's body is good, if it weren't for the little cub surnamed Jin who was in a hurry, I'm afraid even he wouldn't have imagined it in his life.

Unconsciously, this child has also grown up, and when he thinks of Lao Qi, who was once the size of a bean, has become the god of fire above the Nine Heavens Golden Eagle, he also doesn't recognize it.

Silently sighed bitterly, and said sadly:

Since when did this imp start to change......

Perhaps, in the face of Song Dayi's expectations and his master Ji Ci over the years, or as an elder disciple of Luoxia Palace, his mind is more focused on cultivation, but unfortunately, after all, his qualifications are poor, and he always wins less and loses more against his peers in other halls, and every time Song Dayi is relieved:

The iron tree blooms for thousands of years, and it is famous all over the world, and the fragrance is everywhere.

For this, he worshiped him as a god, so he practiced even harder, and even risked his life, and several times, he went mad in the Xuanbing Ancient Road and almost died.

Even Song Dayi couldn't stand it and asked him to rest, but he refused, he had only one thought in his heart, to spend his whole life and reach the peak of martial arts.

A sound, gradually slowing down, a man walked in, he actually walked very brightly, but his cowardly personality made him drown in the night, darker than the sky, colder than the rain, more as if he was one with the earth.

Ordinary people can't see him, and he is happy to be idle, although at this moment, the gray linen robe on his body is stained with a lot of mud and water, he doesn't care, just let him drag the ground, very lazy.

At this moment, he is very resentful, this person hates trouble the most in his life, but it seems that the relationship with the little cub surnamed Jin is very troublesome, and as a senior brother, he has to care, the master's whereabouts are unknown, life and death are unknown, and he doesn't dare to enter the Wind Thunder Tower casually, if he dies, he will collect the corpse, if he is alive, he will inevitably ask him for a good beating.

Therefore, suffering from the rules of Shenxiao Palace, it is difficult for this lazy senior brother to be idle for a moment.

"I knew you were coming......"

Qing Song opened his eyes and found that the man in front of him had a pair of black circles like the signature, covered in mud, he didn't shave if he had too much stubble, his long hair was tangled like a straw, and there was still a piece of rice left over from the night on his cheeks, which was really unlikeable.

You Heng shook the water on the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, in fact, it was good that he didn't shake it, after all, the umbrella leaked, and after he shook it like this, those naughty falling water were all dripping on his body.

He smiled at Qing Song embarrassedly, Qing Song sighed helplessly, and said:

"Are you really so poor in the Qiankun Palace, you don't even have a better paper umbrella?"

You Heng was stunned for a while, and then nodded solemnly, indicating that he was really poor.

A green tendon stretched on Qingsong's forehead, and he said helplessly:

"Wait a minute, I'll give you a handful, lest you get drenched on the way back, and blame me. ”

You Heng cracked his mouth and smiled, as if he was very proud, this trip was not in vain, and he picked up a big bargain.

Qing Song looked at his expression that looked like a poor man and a rich man, and a nameless anger rushed upward, and the urn said angrily:

"What are you looking for me for?"

You Heng shook the rain off his body, and then reached out and stroked the long messy hair in front of his forehead, until they gave in and pressed their foreheads tightly before they were satisfied:

"Fight!"

Qing Song shook his head and asked:

"Did you bring a sword?"

You Heng pulled out a long sword like a dead wood from his back rather loosely, and said lightly:

"Disciple of the Sword Sect, if you don't bring a sword, will you be beaten?"

Qingsong nodded, agreeing that what he said made sense, only to hear the sound of dragging mud and water, You Heng pulled out the sword, dull, stained with rust, said that it was a sword lifting, in fact, it was not too much like a piece of scrap iron.

Qingsong's fire "poof" came up, he loves the sword the most, as if the soul cultivators in the whole world should love their own blades, and it happens to be a Taoist priest, he can't please his wife, and it is reasonable to compare the sword to his mother-in-law, if you compare the ten tigers, your own woman is still charming, graceful, on the contrary, you Heng's is much more pitiful,, and the wife of the chaff.

However, Thou hast been affectionate, and the so-called wife of the chaff shall not be abandoned. How old he has grown, how many years has this sword followed, every cold winter wax moon, he has to cover the quilt himself first, and then let the sword in, the relationship between the old husband and wife is very good.

Qing Song became more angry and asked:

"Is this still the innocence?"

You Heng nodded, picked up his sword and looked left and right, and found that there was nothing wrong with pleasing to the eye.

"It doesn't matter whether the sword is good or not, the key is people. ”

Qing Song sneered and said:

"I guess I mean, you're not going to make me feel better tonight?"

You Heng straightened his face, rarely showing excitement, and said:

"Right!"

Qing Song laughed and asked rhetorically:

"At the beginning, you defeated me with a sword, but you took the initiative to admit defeat, I wanted to fight with you, but you stopped fighting with me, today, how can you be willing?"

You Heng looked dazed, and for a while, he was in a commotion, as if he was very difficult to explain this problem at his level, and said:

"Little junior brother to junior brother, senior brother to senior brother. ”

Qing Song narrowed his eyes, and at this moment, the Ten Tigers also seemed to be lined up with his state of mind, and the sword slashed the opponent.

"You blame me for hitting him?"

You Heng shook his head and said:

"I don't blame you for beating him, only blame you for hitting him until he vomits blood!"

Qing Song laughed, seemed to be very proud, and provoked him:

"Then are you going to call back until I vomit blood?"

You Heng nodded expressionlessly, indicating that it should be so.

Qing Song stopped laughing, he knew very well that this seemingly useless man in front of him was actually extremely powerful, in the first battle of the year, even Song Dayi said that Qing Song was not wronged when he lost, and his swordsmanship was extremely high, even the elder disciple Han Sword under the head of the sect may not be able to beat him much!

"You'd better take care of your little junior brother, don't let Yang Ming beat him to death in two months. ”

You Heng smiled faintly, looked at a rare light flowing through his eyes, and said coldly:

"He can't teach me, you better worry about yourself first, don't be killed by me!"

Qing Song snorted coldly and drank:

"Wonderful, wonderful, all these years I have not dreamed of you slashing my sword, there are too many nightmares, fewer good dreams, and tonight I will make a break. ”

You Heng nodded slightly, and said with a lazy smile:

"Then you come!"

Qing Song shouted violently, and a sword of the Ten Tigers flew out and fell into his hand, turning into a sky of fire along with Qing Song, illuminating the Xuanbing Ancient Road like a hell.

You Heng is innocent and fearless in his hands, his body flashes, and a stream of cold ice from the nine places meets the tiger's mouth to kill with a "boom", ten tigers collide with innocence, one ice and one fire, born to restrain each other, fate, the two of them look at each other, and they have seen the fierce excitement in the eyes of their opponents.

In the depths of the night, the ancient road of Xuanbing, with all kinds of ice and fire, occupies half of the sky. Hundreds of disciples in the Luoxia Hall were shocked, and they all stopped to watch.