Maybe because it is a martial arts plane, there are too many rangers who come and go, and the height of the city wall of Gangneung City is twenty-three meters.

At this moment, the wind is stronger, and the trees with thick mouths are blown back and forth by the strong wind.

Wei Ran flew to the city wall, and the Sunflower Ancestor followed, but before anyone arrived, the sword qi had already attacked.

Bang!

Even if it was split on the city wall, the power of the sword qi was still terrifying, and the thick city wall made of mountain stones was actually split by the sword qi into a huge deep hole three feet deep.

Wei Ran raised his right hand, and the three gold and titanium flying knives swam between his hands like small fish in water, flexible and joyful.

"Go!"

Wei Ran flicked his right hand, and the metal flying knife galloped towards the Sunflower Ancestor under the control of his telekinesis, tearing the air and dragging the long cloud tail. Everywhere you go, sand flies and rocks.

"Ugh." Wei Ran sighed, "Even with overclocking brain control, the telekinesis is still not condensed enough. ”

Bang, bang, bang!

The Sunflower Ancestor's sword galloped, surrounded by sword light, blood and gold were constantly intertwined, and sparks shone in the middle.

The shadow of the sword, the shadow of the sword, is not affected by the wind in the slightest.

Crackling, the sound of the intersection of throwing knives and blood-colored swords is like the sound of firecrackers lit during the New Year. The city walls were scarred, and everywhere were scratched half a foot deep.

Wei Ran held his breath and condensed, controlling the three golden titanium flying knives with all his might, the knives were fast, the knives were deadly, and the swordsmanship of the Sunflower Ancestor seemed to have entered the realm of returning to the basics, one move and one style, and every gesture was just right.

At this moment, he seemed to have lost interest in Wei Ran, and instead concentrated on dealing with the flying knife.

Gradually, Wei Ran sensed that something was wrong, the breath of the Sunflower Ancestor, the transformation of yin and yang became more and more short, and there was a kind of compatible taste.

"How can I fulfill you so easily!" Wei Ran was distracted, and under the city wall were green tile houses, and the green tiles on the roof flew into the sky one by one, forming a huge round ball.

"Ahh Smash me. Wei Ran tried his best, and the ball formed by the green tile smashed towards the Sunflower Ancestor.

Thundered!

The Sunflower Ancestor was entangled by the Golden Titanium Flying Knife for a while, and although he tried his best to avoid the blue tile stone ball, he was still affected. The Sunflower Ancestor's aura was instantly messy, and a flying knife took the opportunity to break through its protective qi and pierced through the abdomen.

Burst!

A mouthful of hot blood spewed out of the mouth of the Sunflower Ancestor, and he knelt on the ground with a sword in one hand, covered with sand and soil, how could he still be chic just half a minute.

"I didn't even stone you! Your life is really hard! ”

"Ahem, I didn't expect that my ancestor and I would be defeated by you, a little doll who has not yet stepped into the congenital, for a hundred years, and it is rare to meet an opponent. Tianluo's aura is really magical, this kind of martial arts is afraid that only the immortal family can have a means. Sunflower Ancestor looked decadent, and there was some unwillingness in his eyes.

"I can defeat you today, but it's not because my martial arts are higher than you, but because I use some unusual skills, which is not a skill. I'll spare you for the time being, but next time, I will definitely be able to kill you with my own hands with martial arts. Wei Ran beckoned and put away the three gold and titanium flying knives.

"Hehe, the ancestor is looking forward to it." Sunflower Ancestor stood up with his sword, and the blow from Wei Ran just now not only caused him physical damage, but the strange power on the flying knife disturbed his internal breath even more.

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In July of the fifth year of Yuanyou (1090), it was the time when the weather was hot.

The green willow embankment, the willow sandwich the bank, the peach is scorching, and the lake waves are like a mirror, reflecting the beautiful shadow, infinite tenderness. At this time, the lotus flowers on the West Lake in Hangzhou have been competing to bloom, and a flat boat is rippling in the lake.

The flat boat is automatic without oars, and there is a drunk person lying on it, dressed in white, holding a wine bottle in his hand, as if shaking.

"The trees and fireworks are foggy around the embankment, and the pavilions are half hazy." The man in white had misty eyes, as if he was babbling in his sleep.

With the boat wandering, the beautiful scenery of the lake unfolds like a picture, and the multi-faceted spirit and ten thousand styles are for people to enjoy.

At this moment, the sound of frolicking in the distance was faintly heard.

"It's here." The man in white sat up, raised his hands above his head, and stretched, "It's really not hard to find, the plan has begun." ”

In the distance of the boat, a pavilion surrounded by trees and waterfront, a group of literati and are gathering together to chant poems.

"Look over there!" One of the literati shouted in amazement, as if he had discovered a new world.

The other writers were slightly displeased with the shouting, but they quickly attracted attention. I saw a small boat in the middle of the West Lake, which was not surprising.

But a man in white walked down the boat, and he stepped on the water safely and did not fall into the water.

The man in white tread the water, his clothes swayed gently with the wind, and slowly walked from the lake to the pavilion step by step.

The literati had forgotten to maintain their calm demeanor at this time, and they all looked at the surprised scene in front of them in amazement.

"Immortal Lingbo, immortal Lingbo." A scribe muttered.

When there was still a distance of more than ten zhang from the pavilion, the man in white jumped over, flew over the water, and Wenwen fell into the pavilion.

"May I ask who among you is Su Zizhan?" The man in white asked.

A group of humanistic guests didn't know what the man in white meant, and it was silent for a while, but the fluttering of his eyes made the man in white identify the target.

Seeing the man in white looking at him, a middle-aged man in his fifties who was already slightly old sighed, got up and said, "Down there is Su Zizhan, I don't know what Brother Tai is?" ”

"In Xia Weiran, there are two main things when I came to find Brother Zizhan this time." The man in white was none other than Wei Ran.

"Can you tell me?" Su Zizhan asked.

"The first thing is to give Brother Zizhan a good fortune, and the second thing is to ask Brother Zizhan to do a small favor." Wei Ran arched his hand and smiled, his attitude modest.

Su Zizhan relaxed slightly, "I don't know what kind of blessing Brother Tai wants to send?" ”

"I have a Dan, but I can live forever, and I want to give it to Brother Zizhan to take, I don't know what Brother Zizhan wants."

"Brother Tai laughed." Su Zizhan smiled, his eyes revealing disbelief.

"There's no laughing down there." Wei Ran stretched out his right hand, and a crystal bottle was suspended above his right hand, and the bottle contained a blood-red elixir that was laughing with a dragon's eye.

Su Zizhan looked at the crystal bottle incredulously, and the surrounding literati were even more in an uproar.

"Fortunately, you dare to disobey your fate." Su Zizhan groaned for a moment and arched his hand.

The crystal bottle opened automatically, and the blood-red pill the size of a dragon's eye in the bottle flew to Su Zizhan's mouth, Su Zizhan observed it, opened his mouth and swallowed it, the pill melted in his mouth, sending out a warm flow in his stomach.

Wei Ran waved his left hand, and a ray of light shone Su Zizhan into it.

In just three seconds, something incredible happened, Su Zizhan's face and figure changed rapidly, and his eyelids were lowered, from a nearly old man to a young man who was only about thirty years old.

"Immortals!" I don't know who shouted first, and the literati bowed their heads.

"Please give the immortals medicine! Please give me the elixir of life! ”

"This" Su Zizhan looked at his hands incredulously and touched his body again.

"Remember the second thing, if someone asks you about today's events, you will explain it truthfully, and report my name, remember, my name is Wei Ran, and the people of the northern rivers and lakes are honorific: White-clothed Sword Saint." Wei Ran smiled, jumped into the water, and walked into the distance.

Su Zizhan looked at it stunned at first, and after a while, he woke up from the changes in a row, "Remember." ”

"Immortals, don't go!"

"Immortals, please give medicine to the immortals!"

However, the immortals they asked for were only a song from afar, "I am separated from heaven and earth, and I have no worries to come." Looking at the troubles in the world from afar, laughing and drinking tea and sighing in spring and autumn. Joy! Wonderful! ”

Then, the figure of the white-clothed immortal suddenly disappeared.

"The added blood Landan, which can prolong life for fifty years, and the medical rays that have adjusted the data in advance, hehe, the whole world is going to be even more exciting!"

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"Did you hear that? Su Zizhan, a scholar of Longtu Pavilion, was given the elixir of immortality by the immortals. ”

"Really? Can there be such a thing? ”

"There can be a fake here, I saw with my own eyes that after Su Zizhan took the medicine, he suddenly became thirty years younger."

"But there is such a thing, and now the Su Mansion is surrounded by people who inquire about the news."