A mutual exchange of origins brought the relationship between the killing god and Anping closer, the atmosphere of the small courtyard was eased, and the extremely embarrassing pressure a few days ago disappeared;

"It's really special to pick the door, take the initiative to pull the relationship, don't say take some meeting gifts, it's all some empty gloves and white wolf goods, grass~" Send away a certain hall master named Long Ziqian, Anzi went back to the courtyard and scolded, anyway, no one can hear the door when it closes.

As he spoke, there was another knock on the door, and Anzi's temper was on fire and she pulled the door......

"Hehe~ Brother Botian!"

"I ......" raised his hand not to hit the smiling man, and Anzi didn't scratch and suffocated internal injuries: "What's the matter?"

"You see, you want me to make things. ”

"Oh, I'll go~" An patted his head and said abruptly: "I've almost forgotten, how many days? Why is it so long?"

"It's getting colder and colder over there, I'm too busy here, don't mind!"

"It's okay, it's okay!" took a cloth bag and said sideways, "Come in and sit down!"

"Oh, no, no. "How dare Lao Xiao leave with a few words of greeting.

After closing the courtyard door, a large tent with a metal skeleton and white animal skin and impermeable wind was propped up in the middle of the courtyard, and there was another jingling, and the pure wooden soft bed and a new set of quilts were carried into it.

"Haha~~ It's not scary to go anywhere now!" he clapped his hands and congratulated himself on his masterpiece.

I got up and went out and continued to fiddle, and after a while, there was a big hot pot on the stone table, and there were 100 catties of fresh meat on the side; Anzi was busy carrying a kitchen knife and humming a little song.

After cutting the meat, adding water, scalding the pot, and putting the condiments, he shouted in the building.

"Old man, come down and have fun, bring some wine~"

The killing god appeared like a ghost, and with a wave of his hand, there were two large earthen jars on the stone table, and he knew that it was ten thousand years old;

"Ho~~~What a thing!hehe~~Sit, sit~~"

The killing god sat down opposite him without saying anything, and when he saw that Anzi had eaten two bites, he immediately picked up a large piece of chopsticks to eat;

"This wine is interesting! It has a fragrant taste and a long aftertaste. ”

"Seventy thousand years of dragon drunkenness is average!"

"It's general, for me it's a godsend, come, let's go one!"

As he was drinking, the courtyard door was pushed open, and the lord of the house came uninvited, but unfortunately there were only two stone benches, and there was no way, so he stood up with a bowl and fished and ate......

"Big brother!"

"Hmm~~ What's the matter?"

"The Panlong Mansion of the Nanyun Dynasty (Zhao) sent people to discuss the matter of the Ceres God Sect, and the time was set for two years later. ”

"How many forces have been recruited so far?"

"Seventeen, among them are the Three Crystal Pavilion. ”

"Hmph~" The killing god took off his chopsticks.

"Don't worry, brother, brother understands. ”

"Wait a minute!" Anzi interjected boldly: "Sanjing Pavilion is rare to be ......"

"That's good!" Killing God said: "The organizer behind Gu Zhongfang's battle back then. ”

"Junior, you seem to be very interested in this matter!" the mansion master is tempting.

"It's okay! I heard that those people are very powerful, I have been in the Sanyang Domain for more than ten years, and I don't feel anything!"

"Zong Fang!" the killing god called out the name of the mansion master, and said, "Remind you for my brother, you must not do it." ”

"My brother also thinks so, if possible, the so-called Eight Achievements of the Grain God Assassin is impersonated by an elite junior of Sanjing, who failed to kill Gu Zhongfang back then, and now he has to strangle the rising star in the cradle. The mansion owner's speculation was very reasonable, and he was very confident in it, unaware that the rising star was eating a big bowl of nonsense.

"Junior!"

"What's the matter?"

"Don't you add a pair of chopsticks to this house?"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!"

There are a lot of things to do, two people sitting, one standing or squatting, a very strange picture, but not all monks are interested in eating, the lord in front of him is one of them, only two mouthfuls and then plucked.

"Junior, how many layers of confidence do you have on the Blood Battle Stage?"

"I don't know!" Anko shook her head.

"Although Zuo Ning is the youngest disciple of the Nerve Pavilion, he is extremely talented, and he has achieved the Mahayana after cultivating for more than five hundred years. ”

"There's nothing to be proud of!" Anzi was accustomed to it, and she was far worse off than Lao Zhiyi.

"Hehe~" The mansion master smiled helplessly.

"What kind of Taoist scripture did that buddy cultivate?"

"From Jiuyou's "Ghost Brake Dirty Sword Diagram", there has been no defeat so far. ”

"It turned out to be an evil cultivator. Anzi's eyes were full of contempt.

"Botian, there has never been a distinction between good and evil among the monks, only about strength, and the strong are respected; The killing god reminded him.

"This kind of person is easy to deal with, you will know when the time comes, you can talk about yours!" If you say too much, you will lose, and Anzi is too lazy to explain; to be honest, my heart is crooked, Zen Wuxian has helped the Chenyang Sword to open the light, it is the nemesis of that guy, and it is the executioner whose hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, and there is no guilt at the moral level, which can be regarded as a collection of merits.

"Big brother, Panlong Mansion also brought a piece of news, it is said that there are disciples of Qihuang Mansion in the Land of Star Scars. ”

"Qihuang Mansion?" the killing god was quite surprised.

"The power that has been dormant for nearly two million years has been born, and it feels very bad to be honest!"

"Why don't you send someone to Cuiwei Star to investigate?"

"My brother had this idea, and he originally wanted to let Nerves Pavilion Zoning live in front of him. "Speaking of this mansion lord and a glance at Anzi, the meaning is obvious, as long as you win, the task is yours.

"Ahem~ What's that, I'm full, I don't support it at all, you continue to ......" I threw the bowl and chopsticks and didn't wipe the cat in the tent, Tete is not a thing, I always think about finding cannon fodder, and Qihuang Mansion is about his.

"Hehe~ Big brother, this kid has something to say, it's quite clever. ”

"Otherwise, why would he have lived in a mortal body until now?"

"Hmm~" The mansion lord agreed, and said, "I respect my brother's choice, so I want to invite you to go with me." ”

"Forget it~" The killing god sighed: "Even if you live in the world, you are already a wasted person." ”

The mansion master was silent, the atmosphere became solemn, and the two stared at the boiling hot pot for a long time without saying a word.

"The matter of Qihuang Mansion will be said after the end of the Ceres God Sect, and it will not hurt to bring Botian with you at that time, and see the world more. ”

"It's okay!" the mansion master temporarily compromised, got up and said, "Big brother, for the sake of the future of the Aragami Mansion, you can't have anything to do. ”

The god of killing did not respond, and saw his siblings discharged from the hospital.

"Potian!"

“ZZZzzz… Eh, eh~~~" pretending to be asleep and snoring, killing the gods to care about those, with a wave of his sleeves, he flew out of the tent with the bed, and the second brother almost shrank in fright.

"You don't seem to be taking Zoning seriously. "The god-killing eye is very poisonous, the soul eye asked.

"Oops~ What is there to be afraid of a bullshit Mahayana, kill him in minutes. ”

"The old man has seen a lot of self-endowed geniuses die like this. ”

"I'm not a genius, when have you ever seen a genius who is so miserable?"

One sentence was so frightening that he couldn't catch his mouth, and he talked to death, and the conversation ended without a problem, and he went back upstairs with a straight face and sulked; to say a word of conscience, if Gao Zongwu really had some incurable disease and could live for tens of thousands of years, then from the moment he met Anping, this tens of thousands of years had to be discounted, which was too annoying.

It was also from this moment that time began to jump the table, and a month was about to pass, ushering in the big day of Anping's appearance.

On this day, Anzi flew into the bloody battle alone on the Chenyang Sword, and the viewing area was half-moon-shaped, and the vast plains and land were natural battlefields, and the black pressure was overwhelming countless heads.

"Copy~ The inner disciple's appearance is really huge. Anzi raised his eyes in the waiting war zone with a pergola in his hand, and he was surrounded by the same year that had been fighting hard for days, and he really wanted to be a hand-tossed bastard with a murderous aura, why did he come here again if he had nothing to do?

Anzi did what he wanted, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and the side reciter box held his head with his right hand and waited for the call.

I was depressed that I had waited all morning, and no one called him when his face was almost bald, and there were already three people in front of him, and he died a miserable death.

"Damn~ I have to wait until the last one, I'm so hungry!" Anzi hated Feng Bailing, it must have been the bad trick of the evil woman, and he thought about it wrongly: "Is it because I bought me to win too much and was afraid of losing so much that I would dance a striptease?"

Just as he was pondering, a voice came from the clouds, it was time for him to appear.

Carrying the box and twisting his waist, he flashed in the resentment of everyone, and there was a scolding behind him.

"Are they all sick?" how could the skinless and faceless gangster care about this, and soon disappeared and appeared on the battlefield.

Zo Ning, the youngest junior of the Nerve Pavilion, has a slender jet-black sword box, a pitch-black robe, and pitch-black pupils, in short, except for the skin, it is all black, and it is estimated that the five organs are also.

The two were dozens of feet apart, and Anzi looked back at the audience and rubbed his hands and said obscenely: "Dude, how about a discussion?"

"The last word?" said Zo Ning coldly, holding his hands on his chest and lowering his head, rolling his eyelids.

"Of course not. Anzi said: "Let's stop fighting, right? How about I surrender directly?"

Zuo Ning's heart moved, his face changed instantly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You dare to play this seat!"

"Wait~~ I'm serious. ”

A pitch-black long sword, the black blue pattern on the sword body flashed with green light, Zuo Ning's black hair floated up, and his body emitted black smoke, feeling like he had a plague.

"Grass~ so sick that he didn't die!" Closest to this fang, Anzi had goosebumps all over her body.

"The Filthy Curse Turns the Heavenly Thunder and the Poisonous Fire Ignites!"

"Boom, boom, boom~~~~~~" The sky was full of dark clouds, black thunder, and even lightning was black and conspicuous.

"Wonder thing!" Anzi tilted her neck and stared.

"Click~~Boom~~~"

In the dark clouds, an arm-thick black thunder struck him, and it was suddenly black for a hundred miles, and the earth was cracked and accompanied by black smoke.

"Die!" Zo Ning's spell continued, and the black thunder continued, blowing up all around with black fog, and a large number of applause came from the audience.

"Is it embarrassing to call an extraterritorial elite such a cultivator?" Zo Ning won the battle, and said with contempt in the face of the masterpiece in front of him.

"Ahem, cough, cough~~Vomit~~Phew~~ It's really disgusting, it's so dirty!"

A violent cough made Zo Ning dumbfounded, and when the black fog cleared, the hijacking seal on Anzi's head shot out a big golden symbol and retched, not even tearing off half of his clothes.

The crowd of onlookers who cheered immediately fell silent.

"Grass your sister!" was so sick that he was about to block his throat and eyes, and Anzi scolded: "Fortunately, my master is prepared, Niang Xipi!

(End of chapter)