Xiaochen sighed secretly, but he still didn't make up his mind, he suddenly rushed out, came to the side of the mountain, Xiaochen jumped up, caught the falling girl, and kicked the flying sword that fell together to the mountain, how sharp the magic weapon of the flying sword was, under Xiaochen's huge kick, it was directly inserted into the mountain stone, and it didn't stop until the sword handle prescription. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After Xiaochen caught the girl, he hugged her tightly with one hand, grabbed the raised stone on the side of the mountain with the other, and stepped on the stone wall with both feet.

Xiaochen has not yet stood firm, only listening to the sky shouting carefully, and at the same time there is a thunder light, the thunder flashed, Xiaochen threw away, and fell into the mountain stream with the girl again.

The difference is that the girl was pulled up by a strange force, and Xiaochen himself was still falling, and immediately flew down against the sky to grab Xiaochen.

After returning to the top of the mountain, the girl in blue stood behind a man, Xiaochen saw that the man was dressed in a white shirt, his sword eyebrows were upside down, his face was serious, his long black hair was tied in a bun, and his right hand held a four-foot long sword behind his back.

After Xiaochen was pulled to the top of the mountain by the sky, his body was still numb for a while, and he couldn't use a little strength at all, at first glance, he saw one more person, presumably he was shot down the cliff by this person just now, thinking of this, the more vigorous Xiaochen's anger became, he was beaten for no reason, and he almost lost his life, and no one could bear it.

Without waiting for Xiaochen to attack, the man in white spoke first: "Bold thief, dare to plot against your sister, it's really damned, what else do you have to say." As for Reverse Cangtian and Cang Jinyun were directly filtered, it was not strange for this person to see the dragon, which made Reverse Cangtian depressed for a long time, but he forgot that he didn't have the appearance of a dragon.

As soon as Xiaochen heard the man in white's robbery, he suddenly lost his temper, feeling that this white onion regarded himself as a thief of the nature of a robber, and he was cheap, this time the hero saved the beauty and saved him from trouble.

Knowing that the explanation was useless, Xiaochen said lightly: "I have nothing to say, what do you want?" "After saying that, sit down, looking like a scoundrel what are you going to do.

The man in white is named Ling Xiao, he is the seventh disciple of the Sword and Bamboo Daozun in the Nine Great Dao Zun of Xuanqing Mountain, he is an immortal genius who comes out once in a thousand years, and his cultivation is second only to the strong existence of the senior brother among the disciples of the same generation, and his sister Huang Cheng worships under the ethereal Dao Zun who ranks fifth in the Nine Great Dao Zun of Xuanqing Mountain, and is also an unborn genius, as for why the brothers and sisters have different surnames, it is not for outsiders to know.

Ling Xiao is very indulgent to his sister // pet // incomparably drowning, today Huang Cheng's master Xuan Youzhen instructed Huang Cheng to go to the mountain behind this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to take some three-leaf flowers back for refining medicine.

Although Huang Cheng is talented, but the cultivation years are still young, and even the swordsmanship has only learned a rough idea, and the heat is insufficient, Ling Xiao knew that his sister had a strong personality and did not dare to follow it openly, so he secretly followed, and just now he happened to see Xiaochen kicking his sister's sword, hugging his sister, thinking that Xiaochen was going to do something bad, so he gave Xiaochen a palm thunder.

If it weren't for the fact that Xiaochen's body was much stronger than ordinary people, and Ling Xiao saw that Xiaochen was wearing a Xuanqing Mountain uniform, he just wanted to teach a little lesson, and he didn't do it with all his might, even if Xiaochen didn't die, it would be inevitable that he would be injured.

Even so, it still made Xiaochen, who had no spiritual power, suffer a big loss.

Ling Xiao saw that Xiaochen was so rude, and was about to make another move, but his sister Huang Cheng hurriedly stepped forward to stop her brother, and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother, just now my flying sword was out of control, and he was mine, why are you beating people." "

Xiaochen saw the girl in blue explain herself, sighed, and thought to herself: Didn't you save a white-eyed wolf after all.

Ling Xiao saw that his sister excused Xiaochen so much, and he also believed a little, after all, he also came out because he was not worried about his sister's flying skills, and thought that Xuanqing Mountain was strict in selecting disciples, and those with poor conduct could never be accepted.

But if he wants to apologize to a boy who has no cultivation, he can't pull this face, so he said to Xiaochen domineeringly: "Boy, it's your honor to save my sister, if you want to fight other ideas, you should die as soon as possible." "

Huang Cheng saw that his brother was so rude, so he had to turn around and say, "My brother is like this, don't be weird...... you can't finish speaking, Huang Cheng noticed that the four eyes were staring at him tightly, and he couldn't help but feel a little hot for a while.

Just now when Huang Cheng fell from the sky, Xiaochen and Reverse Cangtian only wanted to watch the excitement, and they didn't look at Huang Cheng's appearance carefully, just now they only stood behind Ling Xiao, that is, when they explained to Xiaochen, Xiaochen only saw her long purple hair that was over her waist and hips, and now seeing Huang Cheng's face, Xiaochen and Reverse Cangtian were shocked to see the celestial people staring at the scenery in front of them.

Xiaochen and the others only felt that what greeted them was not a person, but a work of art, the most outstanding work of art of the Creation God, Huang Cheng's face was so clean that there was no trace of impurities, the skin that could be broken like clotted fat was slightly red, a pair of bright and clear big eyes were like the purest lake in the world, the cherry mouth opened and closed, and the shell teeth were bitten. The long hair draped down was tied up with a white ribbon, and then down, the gooseneck was as white as jade, and the perfect body that was not fully developed was wrapped under the blue long skirt, stepping on a pair of white cloth shoes, holding the long sword that had just been kicked away by himself, Xiaochen couldn't help but sigh: "This scene should only exist in the sky, and there can be a few times in the world." "

Huang Cheng heard Xiaochen praise himself like this, and his face burned even hotter.

Besides, Ling Xiao, seeing that Xiaochen's gaze was still matched with such elegant words, he immediately said angrily: "Look at the gouging out of your dog's eyes again." "

Compared with the scoundrel, Xiaochen is called the second, and only the sick old man dares to be called the first, Wen Lingxiao is not in a hurry or angry, and slowly said: "I didn't look at you." As he spoke, his eyes stared at Huang Cheng without squinting.

"It must be big in the future." The sound of discord against the sky sounded.

Ling Xiao was even more furious when he saw this, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't kill each other because of the door rules, Ling Xiao really wanted to demolish Xiaochen alive, Huang Cheng saw that Xiaochen was still staring at himself while talking, and listened to the undisguised hooligan words against the sky, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, turned to Ling Xiao and said, "Brother, let's go back, anyway, these three-leaf words can't be used." After speaking, without waiting for Ling Xiao to answer, he stepped on the flying sword and left.

Ling Xiao was careful of his sister, and he didn't say much to Xiaochen, so he snorted coldly and followed away. "Hey, girl, your grass ......" yelled against the sky in the direction Huang Cheng left.

After the two brothers and sisters left, Xiaochen and Reverse Cangtian retracted their gazes, and Cang Jinyun smiled on the side: "There are two people, their eyes are about to fall to the ground just now, hehe......"

Xiaochen swallowed his saliva and said to himself: "If this girl can soak her hands, it will be worth half of her death." "

Reverse Cangtian also felt the same way, but he didn't understand what Xiaochen meant by half of what he said, and asked, "Little hooligan, how can you say that this is worth half of it?" "

"Brother Long, are you stupid? Although this big tree is good, it is only comparable to half of the forest, there is such a big tree at home, even if it dies, as long as it is regretted that the half of the forest that was not cut home. Xiaochen said earnestly.

"There is no most shameless, only you are more shameless!" Reverse Cangtian said with a look of disdain.

"No more nonsense, pack up and go back." After Xiaochen finished speaking, one person and one dragon quickly plucked the remaining three-leaf flowers.

Xiaochen took off his robe, broke all the trilobal flowers he plucked into a bag, and ran back with it.

The sun is on the head, and the sky is clear.

When he returned to the Scripture Pavilion, it was already noon, and Xiaochen knew that the sick old man must have gone to sleep again, so he put all the clover flowers in the sick old man's room and slipped back to the room to read a book.

In the past two years, Xiaochen has read a lot of books, and has a general understanding of the entire Qingying Cultivation Realm, and at the same time, his knowledge is much wider than that of most monks.

But...... This hooligan is matched with culture, which makes people angry, which is why Xiaochen made Ling Xiao angry when he said that praise just now.

It was getting late, and a round of red sun fell unwillingly to the top of the mountain, and the night soon enveloped the entire Xuanqing Mountain.

A small figure appeared at the door of the old man's room, and as soon as the door opened, the first thing the figure saw was a pile of clover flowers in the room.

Suddenly, a roar and two loud laughs resounded through the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion one after another

"Little hooligan, ruffian, you feed donkeys? His grandmother's, Lao Tzu slaughtered you. "

"Hahahaha......"

This small figure is naturally the source of the roar of the sick old man who wants to go back to the room, and the laughter is also obvious, it is the sick old man who is lying in the window to watch the lively Xiaochen and Xiaolong against the sky.