"Ram Chen crippled his right arm...... Hehe......"

The one-armed old man subconsciously touched his empty sleeves, his right arm, and his right arm.

The old man laughed very strangely, laughing and crying, mocking, and with a touch of ruthlessness.

"Three days, go and tell him, only three days ......"

"Wow, wow, wow!"

Several high-level evil spirits with many hands and feet flew away in response, and countless shadows dispersed with them.

"Hahaha! This is the swordsman you cultivated, a nine-rank swordsman kills a spirit disciple, so painstaking, it's really clever!"

Click, click!

The spirit sword cut through the old roots as always.

The old man next to the old tree had a gloomy face, he was silent for a while, and said softly: "A waste, compared to Daoyou, he is nothing, if it is successful, if it is not, then die in Ram City!"

"Me?ha...... You're going crazy!"

Although the spirit sword was mocking, the ominousness in his heart was getting heavier and heavier.

"Crazy, hehe, maybe!"

The one-armed old man looked at Lingyu and said nothing.

......

Three overloaded wagons entered the Ram Clan's mansion.

The giant carriage was filled with all kinds of books, including iron scrolls, broken tablets, bamboo slips, spirit leaves, silk books, and books......

Lao Chen and Xiao Huang led the way in front, and the troika creaked towards Jianchen Courtyard.

Xiao Huang walked in front absentmindedly with a lantern, thinking of the lord and the lady, his mood was even lower.

The ram Fujia Liu Wanshan heard that his children were going to move the treasure sword book that he had collected from childhood to adulthood to the Ram clan.

The whole person is stupid, this is the rhythm of not going home!

Mrs. Liu was even more tear-stained, her baby daughter was abducted like this, and she lived together without a name or a penny, what is this!

The Liu couple were hit hard by the book moving incident, and they did not recover until the troika drove out of Liufu.

......

It was dark, the lights of Tongquetai were also lit, and there were more people watching the sword, such as Ram Changgeng, Qiu Ju, Qin Niang, Wutong, and Ram Yao Brothers.

There is also the excited Zhan Tai Feiyun Gongzi.

Zhuang Yang's sword teaching has not stopped, and Ram Chen is not tired at all, twenty-three sets of swordsmanship, this is already the twentieth set, and it is finally coming to an end.

'Forget to sleep and eat', Ram Chen not only did not eat lunch on time today, did not take a lunch break, but also did not eat a drop of water throughout the afternoon.

The master didn't eat, Qiu Ju and they naturally accompanied him, and Chen Mo, Liu Wanqian, and Zhan Tai Feiyun, who were guests, only used some refreshments.

The lights flickered, and the figures and sword shadows swam, dangling and dazzling.

The young man in Tsing Yi was silent, carefully observed, and seriously cultivated, now he hardly had to ask, Zhuang Yang's sword road was completely familiar to him.

Although the sword styles are different, the habitual handling methods are similar, and these twenty swordsmanship all bear the mark of Zhuang Yang.

The bamboo curtain sounded softly, Lao Chen and Xiao Huang walked in, Lao Chen was just about to salute, but was stopped by the ram Chang Geng.

Xiao Huang walked up to the white-clothed young man and said softly, "Young master, the sword book has been moved." ”

Liu Wanqian nodded and said lightly, "Move in." ”

"Yes!"

Ram Changgeng, Xiao Huang, and Lao Chen, the three of them whispered for a while, and then chose a vacant lot on the right side of the main hall.

The bamboo curtain was provoked, and one by one, the small green doors, the servants of the Liu family, and the servants of the Liu family were carefully unloaded and carried.

The people who came from the two provinces were generally not very old, and they were excited when they first climbed the Tongque Terrace, looking left and right one by one, their eyes full of curiosity and amazement.

Everyone paid close attention to the man dancing with the sword in the center of the hall, and the young people were sighing in their hearts, so that the young master of the Ram clan could stand and watch the sword, and the swordsmanship must be very powerful.

The sword light flowed, and the long sword roared, one by one, like time, and decreased drop by drop.

Zheng!

The long sword was put into the sheath, and the last set of swordsmanship was completed, and Zhuang Yang calmed down.

Twenty-three sets of swordsmanship, a total of 634 styles, were demonstrated repeatedly, from noon to late at night, which was definitely not an easy task.

As an uncle, he didn't stop for a moment, but Ram Chen, who was his nephew, didn't move for a moment, and Ram Chen stood there for seven or eight hours.

He could have sat down, but he didn't, a kind of respect, a kind of respect for his elders, for his master, for swordsmanship.

"Click!"

"Smack...... Syllable...... Syllable...... Smack......"

The sudden gale slammed open the doors, rolled up the bamboo curtains, and extinguished the lights.

The cold wind poured in, and the chill was in the bones.

Cold!

Not only the body is cold, but also the heart is cold.

People big and small, long and short swords, were unsheathed for the first time, protecting the young man in the middle of the internal cultivation.

Step, step, step!

Heavy footsteps.

One sound, one sound......

Resounded through the Tongque Terrace.

The invisible foot stepped on the hearts of everyone.

The time of the son was approaching, and he came on the occasion of the handover of the old and the new.

The pitch-black brocade robe swayed in the wind, and the thick beard flew in the wind.

A pair of cold eyes are amazingly bright.

A black sword was silent.

The old man of Moyan ascended to Tongque Platform step by step.

The wind is high and the night is dark.

Tonight, he's come to kill.

There are only three days, he only has three days, and since Old Immortal doesn't give him time, he won't give him time to recover.

Night is the night of the night clan, night hunting is also his favorite, the weather is good tonight, and his spirit is even better.

The old man of Moyan stepped into the Bronze Bird Hall, he looked at the people who were gathered in a group, shook his head with a light smile, and then said, "Ram Chen, Moyan has come to continue the unfinished battle with you!"

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

......

The cold boy shouted 'get out', the ram Chang Geng took the second one, Zhuang Yang the third, Zhan Tai Feiyun the fourth, and the Wutong fifth......

"...... Get lost...... Roll ......"

This word echoed throughout the Tongque platform, and even Chen Mo, Xiaohuan, Qin Niang, Ram Yao, and Ram Xing all shouted, because this word was too perfect to use here.

One word of anger and contempt, in the middle of the night, forced to break in, to fight the sword, this kind of shameless old Wang Ba everyone has seen it for the first time.

One by one, the word 'roll' is exported, and everyone is physically and mentally refreshed!

Mo Yan's originally good mood instantly went bad, disgusting, like eating evil spirit.

"Hahahaha......"

Mo Yan laughed angrily, "Okay! good! Okay! It's all kind, the little cub dares to scold the old man, I'll break your neck first." ”

As soon as the black shadow flashed, Mo Yan came to the top of everyone's heads, licking his lips like a night owl ready to hunt.

The black sword is pointed diagonally, and the left hand is clawed.

Mo Yan stared at the Wutong and the Ram Star and sneered, these two little cubs were his first targets.

The death of cubs is always accompanied by despair, and this despair will cause most people to panic and collapse, and such a cruel strategy has been tried and tested in humans many times.

Airplanes!

The dark clouds covered the top, and the black sword light pressed down.

"I'm coming!"

The white clothes jumped up, the dragon scale long sword groaned, and the sword qi of Haoran flew straight up.