PS: Thank you for the reward of the two children's shoes! It's gone after one o'clock in the evening, and the little four is doing a character map or something!

Strive against the stream.

In Yangzhou, on the way to Xiangyang.

Yue Yuan, Chilian Fairy Li Mochou, Xiaolongnu and Hong Lingbo took a flat boat and headed in the direction of Xiangyang.

Meanwhile.

Zhongnan, all true.

In the drizzle, dressed in a pink robe, a long sword, and a paper umbrella, Yin Zhiping walked step by step from the forbidden land in the back mountain towards the Quanzhen Chongyang Hall with a trace of blood. The smell of blood that killed Zhao Zhijing with that sword was blown clean in the wind and rain.

Step by step, Yin Zhiping walked away expressionlessly.

Since coming out of the retreat, this is the first time he has set foot in the Chongyang Palace.

"Senior Brother Yin?"

Along the way, all the Taoist priests who saw Yin Zhiping holding a paper umbrella were dumbfounded.

No one had ever seen someone wearing a pink robe, and no one had thought that their Senior Brother Yin would be dressed so strangely.

Yes!

In their eyes, this is an extremely weird dress, and Yin Zhiping's whole body exudes a kind of squeamishness that belongs to a daughter. Moreover, that kind of squeamishness more conceals Yin Zhiping's manly temperament.

What's going on?

Didn't Senior Brother Yin go to retreat and cultivate?

How could it be......

Everyone didn't expect that a few of them might have thought of something, and they almost jumped into the Chongyang Hall and went to call the Seventh Son of Quanzhen.

For those disciples of Quan Zhen, everything in front of them was too strange and illusory.

He didn't pay attention to the exclamations of the other disciples, nor did he pay attention to the greetings of others. When, during the months of retreat, when Yin Zhiping practiced and realized the innate skills and finally became what he is now, he was already mentally prepared.

That innate skill, that practice succeeded, but it seemed to have failed.

Even the original Chongyang Patriarch died because there was a problem when he finally comprehended the highest level of innate power, and then there was a problem with his skill, otherwise how could there be a problem with the other people? However, to Yin Zhiping's surprise, he succeeded.

When he went mad, after wasting a few bottles of wound medicine, including the wound medicine left by Yue Yuan at the beginning, he ate it all. And then, he, inexplicably, succeeded.

He has cultivated the innate skills that no one has really practiced, even Wang Chongyang, who was known as the first in the world at that time, also did not practice the innate skills to the top.

But what surprised Yin Zhiping was that he quickly became an innate skill.

It's just that in the retreat, as the days passed, Yin Zhiping slowly discovered his changes in the practice of innate skills, and his voice began to slowly develop towards the female voice, and the skin became smoother and smoother, and the whole person became more and more womanly. A pair of sword eyebrows have slowly cultivated into willow eyebrows.

In the cave, facing the pool, Yin Zhiping was very confused.

Are you dazzled?

Still is...... Think of the dragon girl again?

Right!

It must have been when I was sorry for the dragon girl that I became like this!

After continuous self-hypnosis, Yin Zhiping felt that his innate practice had already had a certain amount of heat.

After leaving the customs, he came to the ancient tomb in a pink robe, and quietly looked at the stone door of the ancient tomb that had been closed and would not be opened again.

Zhao Zhijing......

Finally died at his own hands!

For Zhao Zhijing, Yin Zhiping, who killed him with his own hands, only had a trace of joy in his heart. Who told him to say there that the dragon girl was not?

If it weren't for Zhao Zhijing, where would such a thing happen to Miss Long at that time!

Pursing his lips and chuckling, with a bewitching body, Yin Zhiping held an umbrella and carried a sword under the gaze of all Taoist priests into the Chongyang Palace.

Chongyang Palace!

After receiving the report from his disciples, the seven sons and seven sons of Quanzhen who were not cultivating were all shocked.

Zhiping will wear a pink robe, and the whole person is like a woman?

Are you kidding!

This is the biggest thought in the hearts of the seven sons and six sons of Quanzhen.

However, just when Changchun Ziqiu angrily reprimanded the disciples under his door, the door of the Pure Yang Hall was pushed open again.

A cold air was brought in by a pink figure.

Qiu's words stopped abruptly, and when he looked back, his eyes fell on the gate.

"Senior nephew Yin!?"

With wide eyes, Changchun Ziqiu looked at Yin Zhiping who appeared at the gate in a daze, and was stunned for a while.

The other six were also dumbfounded, and as Yin Zhiping's master, Ma Yudao, the head of the Quanzhen Sect, opened his mouth wide and looked at his apprentice in a daze. Taikoo Hao Datong and Qingjing Sanren Sun Buji were also completely stunned.

It can be said that the seven sons and six people present were shocked by Yin Zhiping who appeared at the door.

What's going on?

How so?

Is it possible that Yin Zhiping has a problem with his brain in retreat?

The seven sons and six people of Quanzhen had to think so, just after Qiu Chuji reacted, and was about to scold Yin Zhiping angrily, but he heard Yin Zhiping, who was standing at the gate, casually discarded the paper umbrella in his hand, stroked the long hair on his sideburns with his right hand, and said: "Master, uncle, Zhao Zhijing and Senior Brother Zhao were disposed of by me in the forbidden place in the back mountain!" ”

"What !!"

Everyone was shocked, and Zhao Zhijing's master Wang Chuyi was even more shocked. Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji, as well as Hao Datong, Sun Buer, and Liu Chuxuan were also shocked.

"Zhiping, what did you just say?"

As Yin Zhiping's master, Ma Yu asked in person, at this time, he couldn't take care of Yin Zhiping's pink robe.

"Master!"

"Didn't you hear me? I just executed Senior Brother Zhao in the back mountain! Who told him that the dragon girl is not! ”

Answering Ma Yu's words with a light smile, Yin Zhiping raised his sleeve, sniffed it carefully, and said softly: "The sleeve still has the smell of Senior Brother Zhao's blood!" ”

“……”

The seven sons and six people of Quanzhen looked at Yin Zhiping in front of them, listening to the other party's casual words, as well as the occasional posture of a daughter, several people looked at each other, and a cold air rose involuntarily in their hearts.

What happened during this retreat?

Qiu Chuji stretched out his hand to suppress the angry Wang Chuyi, and asked, "Zhiping, aren't you practicing innate skills in retreat?" ”

"That's right!"

It seemed that he had just thought of this, Yin Zhiping was happy, and said with a smile: "I have succeeded in cultivating innate skills!" ”

Before the Heroes Conference, weishenme I didn't practice innate skills?

In Yin Zhiping's smile, what appeared was not happiness, but a piercing sadness.

Innate power?

No!

Innate Gong is definitely not like this!

The seven sons of Quanzhen have also participated in the innate skills, of course, they know that they should not look like this after the cultivation of the innate skills, but the current Yin Zhiping ......

The six of them looked at each other for a moment, and a thought flashed in their minds at the same time, that is, they went crazy!

Because of the things that used to be the little dragon girl, she went crazy. Now he has killed Zhao Zhijing.

The six of them glanced at each other, and almost all understood what they were thinking, that is, to take down Yin Zhiping, who was already crazy in their eyes, on the spot.

The six figures rushed towards Yin Zhiping in six directions.

“…… Oh? ”

With a light sigh, Yin Zhiping smiled and looked at the masters and uncles who rushed towards him, the scabbard in his hand gently slammed to the ground, the stone chips splashed everywhere, and the long sword was unsheathed.

Boom!

With a sword roar, the door of the Chongyang Hall was closed, and the pink figure set off the water vapor in the sky, and the person turned into a pink shadow, facing the seven sons and six people of Quanzhen.

Fast!

Unbeatably fast!

Even if the sword technique used is still the Quanzhen Sword Technique, and the Light Body Technique is still the Quanzhen Jin Yan Gong, but the Quanzhen Seven Sons and Six People didn't expect that Yin Zhiping's speed at this moment would be so fast.

Even if they knew what Yin Zhiping's next move was, they still couldn't block it.

Zhongzheng's mediocre true swordsmanship showed a strange bearing in Yin Zhiping's hands.

……

Outside the Chongyang Palace!

The wind and rain are like obscurity, and the slightest is like smoke.

In the mist and rain, the door of the Chongyang Hall was opened.

Yin Zhiping was dressed in a pink robe, holding a long sword, slowly stepping out of it, and after gently sweeping the blood stains splashed on his sleeves with his right hand, Yin Zhiping stood in front of the main hall, facing the wind and rain in his face, and slowly opened his arms.

"From today on, Quan Zhen is not only the Chongyang Patriarch and the Seventh Son of Quan Zhen, but also my Yin Zhiping! Masters and uncles, you can just keep the end of the south. ”

"King of the Golden Wheel!"

"Yang Guo!"

"Xiangyang!"

muttered these two names that made Yin Zhiping hate to the bones, and when he closed his arms, he was completely submerged in the wind and rain.

In the wind and rain, a pink figure hurried down the mountain.