"Brother Zhao, don't look at this Dragon King first, don't care how high or low its cultivation is, it won't come out to tell us the real situation, not to mention that it is still canonized by the imperial court, the Lake Dragon King recognized by the Heavenly Court, how can you meet me?" Mu Qingxiao looked at the Dragon King Temple where the incense was strong, and turned his head to leave.

The costumes of both of them are very simple, Zhao Zimo is wearing a simple light blue robe, without any weapons, but there is always a small flying sword in his sleeve, which is not known.

And Mu Qingxiao is wearing a green shirt, holding a little tiger in his arms, a sword at his waist, and a very conspicuous jade pendant, if he is a sharp-eyed person, he can see the three words of the demon house, all in all, it is almost the original brocade guard, six doors, and the power is very big, but this is the demon subduing ~

When he first came to Taixian Lake, Mu Qingxiao looked at the lake and did not go directly into the water, but had to go to the Taishou of Taixian City to inquire first, otherwise he would rush into the water and annoy the dragon.

"That's good, Brother Shogun will go first, I'm a monk, and it's a little inconvenient to participate in it." Zhao Zimo nodded, and Mu Qingxiao also walked into the city alone and no longer hesitated.

The little Taoist priest walked to the lake, and some people looked at him and kindly reminded him not to go over, because there was a lake demon haunted recently.

He smiled kindly, a trace of gaze flashed in his eyes, he looked at this Taixian Lake carefully, and raised his eyebrows: "I don't feel demonic!" ”

"I can't say that the little dragon turned over while sleeping and rolled over the painting boat." Zhou Sheng sighed on the side and said lazily.

"Little Jiaolong, what you said is really domineering, why don't you catch it out and stew meat?" Zhao Zimo rolled his eyes.

The short and poor middle-aged man frowned, and couldn't help but press his temples: "It's not a wild dragon, a guy with an identity and a background is more troublesome to move."

Although since the war ten thousand years ago, there seems to be no real dragon in Kyushu, and the power of the dragon clan has plummeted, but not everyone can provoke it. ”

"Don't you dare?"

"I'm just afraid of trouble, otherwise like this little Jiao in the lake, I can shoot one to death with one palm!" Zhou Sheng's words were domineering, and Zhao Zimo believed that he was not talking big.

But what he wants to know most is that the master gave him a dragon and turned it into a dragon's back, what kind of realm is that dragon, and what is the relationship between the Dragon Palace and the Dragon King River, which makes him very curious.

It's a pity that after Zhou Sheng said this, he didn't pay attention to him anymore, but sat on the stone by the lake, took off the shoes he had worn for thirty years, and directly put a pair of black feet into the lake.

"I said Uncle Zhou, Senior Zhou, Brother Zhou, you are trying to make money and kill yourself, look at how many dead fish have floated up in the lake......" Zhao Zimo pointed to the lake in front of him, Zhou Sheng glanced at him indifferently, revealing a comfortable expression, rubbing his feet non-stop, as if he wanted to wash off the dirt of thirty years.

The little Taoist priest saw that he ignored himself, so he squatted by the lake alone, like when he was a child, taking stones to hit a series of water floats, feeling quite boring and even naïve, but on the way to cultivate, what he wants is to be happy, and he can do whatever he wants.

As a result, before he could sigh at the stone throwing this time, he didn't make a hundred water floats, and suddenly there were several winds behind him.

He turned his head and glanced at it, it was a man and a woman, the man was tall and looked at people like ants, and the woman was indifferent, her eyes were not here.

As for how they came over, looking at the flying sword in the scabbard that the man had just withdrawn, plus the blue and purple gourd on the woman's waist, he understood, not to mention the people who visited the Dragon King Temple, looking at them with envy and awe, it was obvious that it was the sword, or the imperial sword......

The handsome and extraordinary man glanced at Zhou Sheng, who was washing his feet not far away, with a slight meaning, frowned slightly, and then turned his head to Zhao Zimo, who was still squatting, and asked, "Little Taoist, are you from the mountain gate?" ”

"Poor Dao is a small Taoist temple's wild cultivation, how many people have something?"

He raised his eyebrows and said, "You are young, and it is very good to be able to have the cultivation of the Innate Realm, let me ask you a question, can you see any monsters in this lake?" ”

"You two are here to subdue demons?" Zhao Zimo felt a little interested, clapped his hands and stood up.

"What does it have to do with you, I haven't answered what I asked you." The handsome man was a little impatient.

Zhao Zimo looked straight into his eyes, and was about to say something, but the woman who was not like a mortal world pulled the man's sleeve, looked at the little Taoist priest with clear eyes, and said with a smile: "Little Taoist, you and I are destined, do you want to worship me as a teacher?" ”

"Heh, you can think about it, it's the first time for my junior sister to accept someone as an apprentice, if you abandon Master Naye, I guarantee that you have the best chance in the entire Dongzhou." The man was not disrespectful, but his Winter Thunder Sword Sect had not yet entered the sect.

But it is also the top five existence in the entire Dongzhou, especially the monks of the Pure Yang Sword Sect, the Heavenly Dao Sect, and the Sanqing Dao Sect have not seen a single one all year round, and his Winter Thunder Sword Sect, whose momentum has not stopped, is even more famous in Dongzhou.

Similar to the three top sects, they are all immortal sects with very few people, but they are rare to see once, and they are more like immortals higher than them, but they are not too eye-catching.

Especially this man, named Xia Donglei, was born with a sword embryo, and his sword cultivation has been a thousand miles a day, and his realm is no lower than that of some inner door elders.

As for this indifferent and very dusty woman, her name is Su Qiuyu, who is also a monk wizard, especially lucky, known as the little fairy of Dongzhou, many people say that she is inferior to Li Daochun five hundred years ago in terms of luck.

And before Zhao Zimo could speak, Mu Qingxiao hugged the little tiger and walked from the side, when he came just now, he heard the conversation between the two, and felt a little funny, give up the Pure Yang Sword Sect, go to your Winter Thunder Sword Sect, his head was kicked by a donkey, and he thought about it, it was really interesting.

But he didn't say anything, and only said slowly when he came closer: "Brother Zhao, this matter is a little troublesome, the painting boat should be overturned, but some of the reasons are very complicated, I still need to delay for a few days, you have to help me take care of this little thing these days." ”

Zhao Zimo nodded, took the little tiger from his hand, and then shook his head at Su Qiuyu, causing the man to sneer for a while, as if he was too stupid to talk about him, and Su Qiuyu did not force it, but only smiled kindly.

As for Mu Qingxiao of the Demon Suppression Mansion, it was obvious that he knew the two of them, and said calmly: "I've seen the two." ”

"Brother Mu, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you're still so busy, you can become a third-grade demon subduing master of the Demon Conquering Mansion in just five years, and you want to pay a lot." Xia Donglei smiled, he glanced at Zhao Zimo with some doubts, and he didn't know why this person made this surname so important.

"Yes, in the past few hundred years, this group of monsters has become more and more unstable, I haven't been back to the Demon Mansion, no, a boatload of people died in Taixian Lake, if it is an ordinary mortal, it is nothing, the key is that there are three talents, two people, this is a big trouble!" Mu Qingxiao had a headache at this time.

Xia Donglei seemed to want to say something, but Su Qiuyu had already spoken in advance: "The dragon that knocked over the painting boat is not the one from the Dragon King Temple."

In fact, it is a candle dragon, my senior brother and I forced it to come here, he didn't dare to take the lead, but sooner or later he would fight with the Lake Dragon King, and when the time comes, the things in the Dragon Palace, my senior brother and I will only take one thing, and how much else Brother Mu keeps for himself, and how much he hands over to Sheng Tang, we don't all ask, how? ”

Mu Qingxiao looked at the famous Su Qiuyu with some curiosity: "Is that really the case?" ”

Xia Donglei replied without hesitation: "You should also know that the promise of my Winter Thunder Sword Sect, as well as my junior sister's luck, is not blown. ”

When the little Taoist priest on the side heard this, he couldn't help but smile slightly, turned his head and shouted: "Old Zhou, go to the city for a walk." ”

"Brother Zhao, slow down." Mu Qingxiao grabbed his arm, and when the time came for a relationship, he said slowly: "I hit it off with my brother at first sight, it's okay to add him, right?" ”

Xia Donglei took a deep look at Zhao Zimo: "Okay, don't make a mess when the time comes, let's go to the city and wait first, the candle dragon doesn't dare to show the water easily, as long as there is enough time, these two dragons will fight sooner or later, and it will not be too late for us to go over then." ”