The feeling that Lei Zhenggang felt at the foot of Hengfeng completely appeared on Yang Zhantian at this moment.

Lu Qi'er didn't speak, and he didn't rush to the small pavilion.

Huang Jiulong, an old man in a gray robe with wide cuffs, looked at Lu Qi'er.

The gatekeepers of the god-man ruins all have a special aura that is different from ordinary monks, and this aura can only be perceived by them who are also god-man ruins.

That's why the gray-robed old man looked at Lu Qi'er a lot, quite a feeling of pity that he shouldn't have.

The woman in red got up, looked suspicious, and said to Lu Qi'er with some uncertainty: "Uncle Lu?"

So Lu Qi'er began to walk in the direction of the kiosk with a strange movement of jumping and jumping.

The Seven Realms Martial Cultivator's jump and jump, one step is the distance of the tree, and one jump is even farther.

A few hundred meters away is not that far.

Lu Qi'er touched the head of the woman in red, and said with an extremely honest smile: "I haven't seen you for a few days, but the praise girl is a lot taller!"

The woman in red, Bao Yi, looked at Lu Qi'er suspiciously, and asked suspiciously, "Uncle Lu, why are you here?"

In his eyes, his Uncle Deer seems to have always been lying in front of the thatched hut in front of his own chaotic peak, on the recliner that creaks when he lies down, and he drinks wine beautifully, and if there is no wine, it is a day without wine.

It's not just Uncle Lu who suddenly came to him, it seems that the few people who are within the four peaks and one river on the Miasma Mountain don't leave their door very much.

Therefore, for the deer that suddenly appeared in front of him, Bao Yi felt particularly strange.

It's probably like Uncle Lu, who is similar to good wine, suddenly patted his chest and praised her one day and said to her that he had quit drinking, not as many times before, but as it was.

Lu Qi'er seemed to be extremely unhappy and said, "What? Why don't you want me to come?"

Bao Yi smiled at this time, and sure enough, this was the Uncle Lu he knew.

"Or do you dislike me as an old man when you know someone else?" Or does my surname Lu only have so much dispensable weight in your girl's heart?"

Bao Yi smiled, but he kissed him, his voice was particularly crisp, and it was indescribably pleasant, in his Lu Qi'er's heart, he was familiar, but the next words seemed to be stepping on his Lu Qi'er's soft underbelly.

"Uncle Lu, if you do this again, I will never steal wine from Granny Bao for you again, and I will tell Granny Bao about the things you asked me to do before. ”

Lu Qi'er looked sluggish, waved his hand again and again, and said, "Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you praising the girl." ”

Then, he looked at the mediocre-looking young man, frowned in disbelief, and said, "Four Realms Martial General?"

There are only two situations in which cultivation is like this, one is that the other party's cultivation is really just so low, and the other is that the other party's cultivation is really high to the point that he can't see it, and only the Eight Realms martial arts cultivation that can be completely collected and released if he wants to, and before he fell into the realm, it was just a half-step Eight Realms with half a foot stepping into the Eight Realms.

Fortunately, Baoyi turned his head and pointed to the man who made him unpredictable, and said, "By the way, Uncle Lu, this is Wu Daoyou, but these days are thanks to Wu Daoyou's help." ”

Wu Chen looked at Lu Qi'er, but a palm-sized golden light villain sprang out from his shoulder, muttering something extremely quietly in Wu Chen's ear.

So Wu Chen stood up.

On the top of the peak, Lang Lang Qiankun was a big tomorrow Suddenly, at the moment when Wu Chen got up and stood up, a large area was dark, and then there was a sense of oppression that the black clouds were pressing down on the peak and the peak was lower.

In the center of the black cloud, a protrusion the size of a grain of rice, which could barely be identified by the eye, became more and more prominent.

A moment later, there was a "poof", like a not-so-loud fart released above his head, followed by a figure, accompanied by an extremely sharp and particularly immature shout, falling down.

It's like a rain that is getting heavier and heavier.

There was a "bang", accompanied by a black shadow hitting the ground.

Fortunately, not only this peak, but even this Hengfeng was refined into a magic weapon in a big way, so the ground was unusually strong, and there were no potholes to fall down.

The black shadow stood up, staggered, staggered, and found a center of gravity for a long time, so he poked out his little head, looked left and right, and finally saw Wu Chen, and then ran to Wu Chen with a little leg and a sad face.

The little man looked at the inconvenience of his short legs, but in fact, it was so fast that he was scared to death, one step of dozens of meters, one step of hundreds of meters, as if he was freely shuttling through this space.

"Master, Wu Er has embarrassed you, that guy is unreasonable, Wu Er will argue with him a few words, but who knows that guy not only doesn't talk about my feelings, but also doesn't talk about my Wu Er, but even the master of your feelings is not a little bit, master, you talk about it, you comment. ”

Wu Chen, the Heavenly Dao Law in the Secret Realm of the Martial Ancestor that he chose, naturally knew everything about his temperament, so he could only listen to it at most.

Wu Chen squatted down and asked suspiciously, "You haven't done anything about the fox and the fake tiger, right?"

Wu Er rolled his eyes and said, "What kind of fox and fake tiger might, master, isn't that all your wise and martial arts." ”

At the same time, Yang Zhantian's heart lake and sea of knowledge suddenly seemed to be boiling and tumbling, and then condensed into a continuous sentence, the voice of the vicissitudes of life: "Let's shoot, no matter success or failure, between you and me, between you and us, all cause and effect are two clear, from now on, you are you, my alliance is the alliance, the sea is a fish, the sky is a bird, you Yang Zhantian is free." ”

So Yang Zhantian looked at the one in front of the small pavilion, whose cultivation was so low that it seemed that those present could crush him to death at will.

There are no distracting thoughts in his heart, his steps are difficult, and Yang Zhantian at this moment is not for others.

Yu Zhenjian shouted in his mind: "What are you doing with your sword intent, and you plan to bring it to the next reincarnation?"

So Yu Zhenjian's sword intent skyrocketed, and he didn't suppress his sword intent that he couldn't resist for a long time, and the sword intent that was not bound by his will erupted like a gushing out, and there was only sword intent within ten steps around his body, and he Yu Zhenjian himself was a sword that was more like a sword than a sword.

Huang Jiulong held the sword in his left hand, not for others, and for the first time, he planned to make a sword for himself and a sword in his heart.

is different from Yu Zhenjian and Yang Zhantian, each has his own needs, he Huang Jiulong is for his own 9,000 years, and there will be no more next 9,000 years.