"Hahaha, Mo Xuan Zhenren really deserves to be a myth in the cultivation realm. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Song Si took out a few more fire spell bullets in his hand, and walked over to this side with a shaky look, the left half of his body was a blur of flesh and blood except for his arms, because he had not been able to completely dodge the attack of the water dragon chant before. He stopped at a proper distance from the old man who was drinking, flicked the fire spell in his hand at Mingyu, who was kneeling on the ground, and then said to the old man: "Old thing, if you don't want to watch your apprentice die in front of you, just hand over your golden jade pen and the exercises you cultivate!" Mingyu bit his lip and stared at the spell in Song Si's hand.

The old man coughed up another mouthful of blood, and when he saw Song Si's guarded look, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Old man, I don't have the slightest power to fight back now, if you want to, take it yourself, at this time, you have to coerce a child in the Qi training period, in vain You are still a monk in the foundation building period, don't you be too ashamed to panic?" Song Si's whole face twisted with anger when he heard this, "You!?" He was about to have a seizure, but suddenly took back the foot that had already stepped out, Song Si's face was even more hideous, and he smiled sarcastically: " Hmph, old thing, do you think I'm going to fall for your radical method?" he took a few steps forward, "Lead me over, and then you'll give me another blow?" Suddenly, he pulled Mingyu who was kneeling and sat down, pointed at her head with two fingers of his left hand that was charging the fire spell, and strangled Mingyu's neck with his right hand, Mingyu struggled violently, but with the strength of her Qi cultivation, she couldn't break free from this already crazy foundation building monk, only to hear Song Si laugh and say: "Fight with me?!Quickly!

The old man swallowed back the blood that gushed out of his throat again, he just told the truth, there is no trace of spiritual power in his body now, and a hole has been opened in his chest, there is no possibility of fighting for his life at all, but this crazy boy is still afraid of him, so it seems that there is still a glimmer of life, so this mouthful of blood can not be spit out. The old man reluctantly sat up, looked at Mingyu with a sad face, and then gave a look. "Haha, just take it!" the old man suddenly threw away the gold and jade pen and storage bag in his hand. Song Si saw that the magic weapon he dreamed of was close at hand, the greed on his face could no longer be hidden, he scattered the spiritual power gathered in his hand, and jumped up like a mortal, wanting to catch the golden jade pen and storage bag that were thrown into the air, and his mouth let out a dream-like foolish laugh. "Hehe... Hey, hey, haha, the flowing gold and jade pen is mine!Royal Dragon Penmanship, Qixia Zhibao!It's all mine!!Hahaha!My!!"

The old man used up his remaining strength and shouted: "Girl, sword style, one of them!, don't laugh at all beings!" Mingyu, whose neck was almost broken, just breathed back, and when he heard the voice of the old man with wine, he directly subconsciously took the black sword that had been holding it tightly in his hand, and followed the sword move in his memory, and slashed at Song Si, who had completely lost his vigilance at this time. The swordsmanship was jerky, but the angle and strength of the sword were tricky, and when the closing style of the sword style "not smiling at all beings" was completed in Mingyu's hand, Song Si's miserable cry of pain rang out, "Ahhhh "Ahhh......h

Suddenly there was a terrible silence around, and when a cold wind passed for a week, it rained heavily. Mingyu opened her eyes in a trembling manner, and the scene in front of her made her throw the iron sword in her hand that had been broken by the chopping directly, and she didn't even notice that the burning hilt of the sword had torn off the flesh on her hand. At this time, Song Si can no longer be called a human, his body has been cut diagonally from the armpit to the waist on the other side, his face is still full of frightened and angry looks, and he stares at Xiang Mingyu with his eyes open, and he has already died before he can show his fear of death.

Mingyu was stunned for a long time, and when she came to her senses, it was already dawn the next day, and she hurriedly looked at the seriously injured old man who was seriously injured, and found that he had been in place for a long time. Xiang Mingyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it was really good that the master didn't die because of her. I don't know how long it took, the old man called Mingyu, who had planned to settle down but fell asleep on the grass, "Girl, the old man will take you to a place, get up quickly." Mingyu rubbed his astringent eyes, and when he saw the old man standing in front of him like a dragon, his heart instantly warmed up with peace of mind. "Master, are you okay!?" The old man knocked her on the head and scolded with a smile: "Who am I, old man, how can I be so easy to do something." "Master..." Mingyu tilted his head and touched his little head with his hand, but found that the old man's forehead was full of fine sweat, and he couldn't help but worry. The old man pretended not to hear, picked up Mingyu, said a word of hurry, and then turned into a light with Mingyu and headed west.

Mingyu put back her thoughts and continued to tidy up the house.

It was already the fifth day, and after Mingyu had cleaned up the simple thatched hut according to the old man's explanation, she also sat down on the stone platform not far from the old man. Mingyu already vaguely sensed that something was wrong. Just when she was afraid that the old man would never wake up again, the old man ended his meditation. When the old man opened his eyes, the first thing that entered his field of vision was the little fleshy face of Mingyu, who was already crying. "Girl..."Master!" The old man saw his apprentice's eyes that were still full of fear, and was just about to speak to reassure him, but Mingyu had already thrown himself into his arms. "Master, I thought you would never wake up again..."The old man smiled bitterly, and then said softly: "Girl, how could I not wake up so unexpectedly, old man?" Watching Mingyu's eyes shine and run towards the dense forest not far away. The old man took out the black sword that was thrown away by Mingyu five days ago from the storage bag in his sleeve, since he had reached this point, he should plan for the future for this stupid apprentice. He stretched his waist, and then walked to the thatched hut that Mingyu had packed up according to his instructions, and when he laid the foundation, he reserved the refining room and alchemy room underground, this Qinglan Peak has a rare earth fire vein, so the first thing he did was to reforge this iron sword.

The author has something to say: Today's double change seems to be in the soup... I'm sorry, let's change it to tomorrow, the bread will be there, and the double watch will also have ^ω^