85_85898 But today!

The casual cultivation competition has not yet ended, and Cheng Lao personally made a sword for a scattered cultivation, how can this make sense?

The eight sons of Xuanwen, who are like demons, naturally thought of a possibility, a possibility that they couldn't accept, that is, Cheng Lao was optimistic about this loose cultivation and moved his heart to accept disciples!

Zhu Er and Huang Wu stood on the edge of a hundred-zhang long ravine, their faces gloomy, their eyes staring at the scholar who looked like wood, and they were ruthless and gloomy.

"Do you want to kill him?" Huang Wu said coldly.

The corners of Zhu Eryu's mouth hooked up and sneered: "Killing him is too conspicuous, if we kill him, Cheng Lao will definitely know." ”

Huang Wu said unevenly: "Could it be that we just watch him worship under the old man?" ”

Zhu Er was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "Go, I have a way!" ”

Not long after Zhu Erhuang Wu left, Chen Liu, Zhao Qi, Mo Jiu, and the nine sons of Xuanwen, who were ranked 679, came on the moon, the moonlight was soft, and the mountain wind was still cold.

The three of them glanced coldly at the ravine on the ground, and then stared at the white-clothed cultivator who looked like a wooden man, snorted coldly, and stepped on the moon and left.

Liang Yi retreated and sprinted to build the foundation, and when it was time to break through the bottleneck, he inadvertently heard the whispers of the disciples outside the cave, resolutely gave up the sprint to build the foundation, and decisively walked out of the retreat.

His heart was in turmoil, and his mood couldn't be calm, not because of the power of a sword, or because of Cheng Lao's domineering sword intent, but because of the chaos in Cheng Lao's sword making a sword!

He stared at the white clothes for a long time, and laughed at himself: "What is yours is yours, it's not yours, it's just no fate!" ”

Self-deprecation and words fell, the handsome Liang Yi smiled faintly and left in the moonlight.

Xuanwen disciples came and went, and six of the nine sons of Xuanwen appeared, but the third, fourth, and eighth sons did not appear, except for Zhang Dabao who was beaten badly, the other two sons are unknown.

Nangong Qingyu has long been dead to the matter of becoming an old apprentice, she has not only heard it once or twice, 'This little girl with a water spirit root, just use it as a furnace, don't mention anything to practice swords', this sentence made her angry and angry, and she couldn't wait to fry and peel this old and disrespectful guy, and pull her bones and tendons!

Today, when she heard that Cheng Lao was making a sword for a white-clothed loose cultivator, she was surprised and unbelievable at the same time, she didn't believe that Cheng Lao, who was weird and stingy enough to not show a sword, would use a sword for an unknown casual cultivator, but after hearing the other disciples discuss, she was finally moved!

She stood at the window of the boudoir of the three-story pavilion, staring at the arena for a long time, after all, she resisted the curiosity in her heart, and did not go to the arena to take a look at the hundred-zhang ravine, and take a look at the stiff white clothes.

She listened to most of the news.

The stone forest full of clouds and mist, sprinkled with moonlight, exudes brilliant brilliance, and the aura is steaming, and the old yin monster has not spoken for a long time and said in a somewhat stiff tone: "He hasn't moved for six hours." ”

The voice said disapprerovingly: "Six hours is a fart, the old man didn't say it for a day and a night!" ”

The old yin monster was not stunned, and said in a much smoother tone: "How long do you say he will stand?" ”

The voice plays with taste: "Wait until he can come to his senses!" ”

The old yin monster kept his mouth shut.

The mountain breeze at night, cold and cold, blew layers of mist, and attached a layer of hoarfrost to the tall and rugged mountain rocks and delicate and gently kneaded branches and leaves.

A white robe is attached to white frost, and the black sideburns are stained with white frost to refract the moonlight, and the crystal light is shining, like jade.

Wang Yu did not move for six hours, slightly closed his eyes and repeatedly practiced into an old sword and a sword, listening to his intentions and understanding his moves, thousands of miles in an instant, no less than tens of thousands of times.

But the unity of human sword sounds simple, but it is difficult to understand, and it is even more difficult to really do it.

The purple flame sword, still flickering cold, was slightly buzzing in Wang Yu's hand, as if he knew the deep meaning in his master's heart, and automatically helped Wang Yu's right hand, his right arm was slightly bent, and the tip of the sword was as high as his eyebrows.

But except for the friction and popping sound of the sword body splitting, there was no movement, and the sword that Cheng Lao had chopped out at the beginning was simply a world of difference, and it could not be compared with each other.

Wang Yu, who could close his eyes slightly, was not angry, and continued to hold Ziyan in his right hand, practicing over and over again, every time he split a sword, he carefully felt the way of becoming old and making a sword in his mind, looking for differences, and understanding his moves.

Zhu Er and Huang Wu, sitting opposite Wei Bin.

Wei Bin sat there expressionlessly, motionless, his eyes were as dead as water, even if there were the second and fifth sons of Xuanwen sitting opposite, he was not moved in the slightest.

Zhu Er said coldly: "Kill him, then you can enter the Xuanwen Gate, and in the Xuanwen Gate, I can keep you safe!" ”

Wei Bin looked indifferent.

Huang Wu was a little dissatisfied, and said angrily: "You are a little casual cultivator, and you dare to put on a shelf? ”

Zhu Er shouted angrily: "This is our senior brother Wei three days later, why do you talk to him like this." ”

Huang Wu was stunned, suddenly understood, and apologized: "Senior Brother Wei, Senior Brother was out of control just now, don't be surprised." ”

Who knows, Wei Bin, who didn't appreciate it, suddenly said coldly: "I didn't say I wanted to help you!" ”

Huang Wu's face changed, and his eyes glared angrily: "You dare to talk like this?" It's really a toast without eating and drinking! ”

Wei Bin looked indifferent, stared at Huang Wu with a sneer: "I never drink, and I don't disdain to drink your bowl of wine." ”

Huang Wu's tall body trembled with anger, grabbed the red sword behind him, and was about to pull it out, but was stopped by Zhu Eryi: "You really don't want to help us?" ”

Wei Bin nodded expressionlessly and refused.

Zhu Er laughed coldly a few times, slammed the door and left, Huang Wu glared at Wei Bin angrily, smashed the table with a sword, and then followed angrily.

The only table in the room was smashed by Huang Wuyi's sword, the sword qi was smashed and sawdust was splashed everywhere, and the dust was flying under the table, Wei Bin still looked expressionless, unmoved, staring at the back of Zhu Er and the two leaving, and said to himself with a trembling voice: "It's my own business to kill him!" ”

Waiting for people to go away, Wei Bin dared to wipe the cold sweat behind him with his hand, speaking of not being afraid, it was fake, in the face of Xuanwen Erwuzi, he barely kept his composure, if he wasn't used to licking blood on the knife edge to live, and the life of escaping in every possible way in the pile of dead people, he believed that he didn't have the courage to face it at all, let alone refuse coldly.

Thinking of the cold sword qi that was slashed by the sword just now, Wei Bin was afraid for a while, if Huang Wu hadn't really wanted to kill him at that time, I am afraid that he would have been in a different place a long time ago, and he would not still be sitting and wiping cold sweat.

I don't know why, Wei Bin always has a sense of arrogance in his heart, he feels that being alone is a strong man's demeanor, and his cold face has no emotion, which is a manifestation of the will of a strong man, based on his desire to be strong, he learned to skillfully disguise himself as a cold loose cultivator, before and after others, he is finally a strong man's attitude!

Wei Bin, who is accustomed to living a life of disguise, is actually in his unconscious life, and he has really developed that kind of indifferent character, and sometimes he will suddenly think, is this still his original self?

Zhu Er, who persuaded Wei Bin to no avail, stood on the sea viewing platform with his hands on his back, the so-called sea viewing, in fact, is tens of thousands of fireflies in the Daxuan Mountain, flying in the mountains and forests to emit fluorescence, because the flickering is like the sparkling of the sea, so it is called the sea view.

Tonight's moonlight is very soft, sprinkled on people's bodies like a girl caressing jade cheeks to give birth to endless style warmth, fireflies in the mountains and forests, tonight seems to be much more than usual, faintly visible fog, hazy obscuring fluorescence, also real and illusory, such a beautiful scenery, attracting many disciples to stop and watch.

But Zhu Er, who had a gloomy face, was full of cruelty, contrary to the beautiful night, and said to himself: "Only I am qualified, no one can !! ”