Zhang Yun saw the change in the expression of the second daughter in his eyes, smiled slightly, snapped his fingers a moment before Ruan Manrou spoke, and then pointed in the direction of Emei. The night fragrance of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info and the master's heart immediately spread out the four hooves, making it clear that he wanted to release all the strength that had not been seriously erupted in the past two days.

I only heard Ruan Manrou's sentence of "bad guy" because of Yexiang's speed, and was dragged to the end, and finally turned into a scream, Zhang Yun waved his hand in the direction where Yexiang disappeared, and then turned around to "look" at the "tail" that stood still about ten miles away.

Wen Shengqing didn't dare to move forward, but he didn't want to. At least he didn't want to play with that master who could use horse manure and horse urine as a weapon right now. With Huanglong Fort in front of you, something interesting may happen. Even if he didn't follow the man in, he could still get a lot of useful information outside, so why bother to tear up the other person's skin now?

Zhang Yun pursed the corners of his mouth, pursed his lips and said to himself: "It's really interesting, I don't want to fight, why do you want to be a fisherman in a battle?" Cheng, you want me not to stop you, but at least I have to tell you clearly that this iron-masked man is really not something you can profit from." ”

Zhang Yun said and made a Tai Chi gesture. His Tai Chi has its form but no god, after all, it is just a move from Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, and what he supports in his bones is actually the Lingyun True Qi that he has created and honed for ten years. Just like the dual sword moves that one person used to use the Blue Purple Soul Chasing Sword before, the root is also supported by this Lingyun True Qi.

Tai Chi bears yin and embraces yang, and when Pisces moves, all things are born and destroyed, and the cycle is endless. After Zhang Yun's Lingyun True Qi turned round, it became more and more sharp, and the edges of the roundness were not touched. As he passed through the cloud nine times, the sword intent that the nine Dao had stirred to the extreme in the arc was like a tiger out of the cage, accompanied by nine closely connected "coo" sounds like stones entering the water, breaking through the circular "cage", and all went straight to the "tail" that had already been engrossed ten miles away.

"Bullshit Tai Chi, what kind of posture is pretending!?" Wen Shengqing really hated to invite Zhang Sanfeng over to see what kind of Tai Chi this was, and ask the sloppy old Tao that your Tai Chi can arouse this kind of sharp and unrivaled sword intent that dominates the nine heavens!?

His eyes were red, how could Wen Shengqing still be a little old at this moment? Not to mention that his body was more than a foot taller, his wrinkled skin became white and red, and the boiling heat steamed from the top of his head, and seventy-two golden threads rushed to the dantian along the blood, and then returned to stimulate everywhere, and the cycle continued.

Wen Shengqing planned to let the young man understand that there was no shortcut to internal strength!

The first sword was smashed by Wen Shengqing with a slap, and then the second, third, and fourth swords were all shattered with one blow.

The fifth sword arrived, Wen Shengqing's eyes widened, and the golden punch smashed on the sword intent. I could only hear the sound of the giant hammer smashing the sword in the heavens and the earth, and the terrifying sword intent made a narrow hole in the ground that was oblique downward, and it was impossible to explore how deep the dark sword hole was into the ground.

The sixth sword bit the fifth sword, Wen Shengqing crossed his arms and forced the sword into the sky, so that there were clouds in the sky and divided it into two.

The sword intent of the seventh sword was as thin as a long needle, and Wen Shengqing couldn't judge its subsequent move for a while, so he had to peel off his skin and get out of the way with one move, and the sound of the sword kept rushing out for more than ten miles and still ringing in the air.

The eighth sword sword intent was as big as a mountain, and Wen Shengqing, who had retreated, smashed it again with a move "Shennong Pestle" with both fists. It's just that the sword intent of this eighth sword didn't dissipate after it shattered, and the shattered sword intent instead made countless small holes in the ground around it like a burst, and several lonely trees more than thirty zhang away also exploded at the moment they were involved.

When the ninth sword arrived, Wen Shengqing let out a loud shout, and his palms suddenly clasped together, clamping the sword intent, and then all the seventy-two golden threads poured into his palms. Under the golden light, the huge strength quickly exhausted the strongest sword intent, but it lost the prestige of the previous eight swords.

Zhang Yun raised his eyebrows and smiled: "The roar is really loud, it turns out that you are the leader of those eunuchs who stole into Haozhou." Now I understand a lot, I pressed the palm to death before it was your fellow doorman, right? In that case, then I'll borrow a trick to give you a big gift!"

What Zhang Yun was holding in his hand was Ruan Manrou's saber that he took when he sent away Kong Qian and Ruan Manrou's two daughters, this sword had no characteristics, and it was obviously specially prepared by the two daughters in order to break into the Dingyuan General's Mansion.

Someone sharpens a sword in his life, and I borrow a sword to slay ten thousand demons! Zhang Yun silently recited in his heart, Lingyun's true qi swam into the Yangming Large Intestine Sutra, and the long sword was stimulated from the index finger of his right hand and went away.

Wen Shengqing had just polished the ninth sword intent, and before he could scold the thief, he found that a sword had reached half an inch in front of his neck.

Raising his head and waist and lifting the medicine pestle on his waist, a move of "turning the sky ginseng" saved Wen Shengqing's life, but smashed his face to the ground. Because Wen Shengqing's trick is not used in the style of a great grandmaster, it is exactly the same as rolling on a donkey.

With a sneer, Zhang Yun turned around and walked towards the Yellow Dragon Fort with great satisfaction, leaving the eldest duke Wen who had an inch-long opening on his chin ten miles away, where he was thunderous but did not dare to take another half step.

After hesitating again and again, Wen Shengqing gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, deciding to ignore the extremely obvious threat in Fang Cai's last sword, and continued to approach Huanglong Fort. This time, however, instead of riding a horse, he chose to walk on foot, which was easier to conceal.

For a master like Wen Shengqing, the journey of less than thirty miles is basically similar to the feeling of an ordinary person walking around from his own house to the entrance of the village, but when he hid in the forest and approached Huanglongbao to about a hundred feet, a feeling that came completely from Shen Nian but really existed in a master like him flashed through his mind like electricity.

Unexpectedly, Huanglongbao is not very famous in the rivers and lakes, and there is actually a real dragon hidden. Tsk, it's a pity that this dragon is a little older, and God knows how long it will live, otherwise I should really consider going to woo it.

Wen Shengqing's mind was spinning, but he didn't see slowness under his feet. However, the closer you get to the five-zhang high wall of Huanglong Fort, the stronger the invisible pressure becomes. Wen Shengqing was not afraid of asking himself, but he didn't want to alarm the lying old dragon. When he walked to forty zhang, Wen Shengqing was just about to hesitate whether to stop there, when suddenly a line of words carved on the tree ten zhang away came into view.

"Forty zhang to stop is the best policy, don't listen to people's advice, but be careful to provoke the old dragon, and don't cry your nose when you are beaten. At the end of the sentence, a donkey is drawn rolling with a whip on the side of his chin.