"The weather has indeed changed, and it should not be said that Chongbao was born. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Lord Moguan looked terminally ill, and when he said this, he glanced at the disciples in the main hall, "But someone heard that something happened to the Taoist temple?"

At this time, Daoist Qiu stood up and arched his hand towards the Lord of Moguan: "Looking back at the Lord's words, I have never heard of a heavy treasure being born, but one of our disciples was struck by lightning and has just been rescued." ”

"Oh, is there such a thing?" Lord Moguan was stunned for a moment, "Which disciple?"

"Shen Slay the Dragon. Daoist Qiu replied.

The people in the main hall still didn't know that Shen Tulong was struck by lightning, and they were stunned for a moment when they heard the news, and then they couldn't help but want to laugh, thinking that this Shen Tulong was too unlucky.

"It seems that the old man is wrong. The gray-robed old man smiled, glanced at the girl sitting beside him, and said gently, "Shan'er, there's nothing to see." “

At this time, the disciples dared to look at the girl named Shan'er generously, and couldn't help but be stunned by the girl's face, only to see that the girl was wearing a goose-yellow shirt, long hair hanging down her shoulders, her skin was better than snow, and her beautiful eyes were as clear as water.

The disciples lived in the Taoist temple for a long time, and when they saw such a beauty, they were a little distracted for a while.

It was Meng Fan, pouting, looking into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking, and looking a little absent-minded.

"Master. The girl cut her eyes with a pair of autumn water, glanced at everyone, and was stunned when she saw Meng Fan, and then looked at the old man and opened her mouth sweetly, "Since there are no heavy treasures to see, let's hurry up." ”

At this time, the young man beside the old man spoke: "Senior sister, they say that if there is no, there is no more? Maybe you don't want us to see it, senior brother thinks that the person who was struck by lightning has a heavy treasure on him!"

"Ziyun!" the old man's tone sank, "Don't speak, don't talk nonsense, don't talk crazy!"

Hearing the old man's admonition, the young man named Ziyun hurriedly lowered his head, and when he saw that the old man no longer looked at him, he raised his head again, and glanced at the disciples of Huyang Guan with cold eyes, with a hint of rebelliousness and arrogance in his eyes.

When he saw Meng Fan, the man was also stunned, and found that Meng Fan was even more cold and arrogant than him, and he didn't even look at him, as if he didn't take him in his eyes, and couldn't help but secretly remember Meng Fan's appearance.

"Hehe!" Lord Moguan laughed, "A few of them are distinguished guests, it's good to figure out this matter, and Poor Dao also wants to see if there are any heavy treasures." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Daoist Qiu: "Didn't you just say that Shen Tulong was rescued, if there is no major problem, just carry it over...... Ask him what's going on. ”

At this time, Shen Tulong was lying in the Ice Heart Hall of the Taoist Temple, in a daze, due to the lightning strike, his limbs were stiff, and his fingers could not move, at this time, the long sword that was intended to be given to Meng Fan was still in his hand, and he couldn't let go.

"Done? What does Mengniuba mean when he says done?"

"Why did a thunderbolt slash me as soon as he said it was done?"

"No, I should have heard it wrong, what he said was not done, it was thunder!"

Thinking of this, Shen Tulong's heart and liver trembled, his breathing became short, and his dark face, which was struck by thunder and lightning, showed a look of horror!

"When he shouted thunder, thunder fell from heaven and struck me!"

"Is this a very powerful technique?"

"I have long said that Mengniuba can't be messed with, I'm so stupid...... I want to negotiate with him......"

Tears flowed down the corners of Shen Tulong's eyes, his heart was full of remorse, he knew that he would be struck by lightning, it was better to stay in the room, he couldn't help but hate his own gang, after a while, he remembered the tragic situation when Cao Xiong and the others died, and he was glad in his heart, feeling that he was really fated not to die, and he must go around Mengniuba in the future, and he must not take the initiative to provoke him!

"Senior Brother Shen, please look at the Lord. ”

At this time, the two disciples came over and told Shen Tulong about the situation in the main hall, and without waiting for Shen Tulong's consent, they hurriedly carried him to the Sanqing Palace.

Seeing Shen Tulong's miserable appearance, the girl named Shan'er turned her head, as if she couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

The young man curled a sneer at the corner of his mouth, a little gloating.

"Shen Tulong, tell me about the situation at that time. ”

Lord Moguan frowned, if it weren't for the strong background of the other party, he really couldn't bear to carry Shen Tulong over, it was too miserable.

“…… Contemplation. Shen Tulong cheered up, glanced at Meng Fan with some fear, and opened his mouth weakly, "The disciple admires the talent of Senior Brother Niu Ba, and wants to find Senior Brother Niu Ba to sit and discuss, and by the way, he will give him a treasure sword, but he never thought that as soon as he walked to the door of Senior Brother Niu Ba, he was struck by thunder, it was really ...... Bad luck wow!"

Shen Tulong hid the secret of that thunder in his heart and beautified the experience, for fear of offending Meng Fan.

"Oh, what sword? Can you give it...... Let's take a look. ”

Moguan's tone was kind, but it sounded obviously weak, and it seemed that he had been sitting for a long time and couldn't hold it anymore.

“…… This is it. ”

Shen Tulong moved his arm and glanced at the sword that was clutched by his palm.

Immediately, a disciple came up and wanted to pull the sword out, but Shen Tulong's fingers were too stiff to drag it, so he had to break Shen Tulong's fingers one by one, and then he took it out smoothly, and Shen Tulong grinned in pain.

"Huh?!"

The sword was presented to the gray-robed old man, the old man took out the sword with a loud voice, glanced at it, his face sank, and then handed the sword to the girl beside him: "This sword is made of stainless steel, although the workmanship is fine, but it is not called a sword, and it can be bought on the market, but it is more than a few hundred yuan." ”

"Then don't look at it. The girl pursed her lips and whispered to the old man, "They really fool people." ”

"Hmph!" Seeing that the girl was a little unhappy, the man named Ziyun grabbed the long sword with one hand, and slapped the other hand on the sword, and immediately slapped the long sword into several pieces, and the broken sword clanged and fell to the ground, "Little Tiger Yangguan, he dares to tease us, there is really no one in his eyes!"

This time, the old man didn't stop the young man, and he didn't seem to expect that Huyangguan would dare to use a broken sword to fool him, and if he didn't show himself stronger at that time, he would lose face for his sect.

"Shen Slaying Dragon!" Lord Moguan also felt a little unbearable on his face, and his voice became sharp, "This is the sword you are talking about?"

“…… Yes, yes!" Shen Tulong felt a little aggrieved, thinking that it would be difficult to buy a fake, and hurriedly explained, "This is bought from a bald monk at a high price, the price is not a few hundred yuan, it is said that it has killed a hundred demonic swords, as long as you store up the sword intent a little, when it is unsheathed, it will-"

"Will it be funny?" The young man interrupted Shen Tulong's words, stood up, walked to the center of the main hall, first bowed slightly to the old man, and then arched his hand at the Lord of Moguan, "Lord Moguan, Zhuge Ziyun, the inner disciple of the Lower Jingming Sect, wants to fight with the most powerful person of your sect!"

Seeing this, the disciples of Huyang Guan became a little displeased.

"That's a bit of a bully, isn't it?"

"If you don't see something good, you're going to fight?"

"Could it be that the disciples of the great sects like to bully others?"

The sound of discussion filled the entire hall, and the eyes of the disciples of the Huyang audience were full of anger, and they were all focused on Zhuge Ziyun...... (To be continued.) )