The old Taoist came suddenly, and left suddenly.

Just hung Chen Ping'an alone on the edge of the big pit, neither told Chen Ping'an how to leave this lotus blessed land, nor did he say when this view of the Tao would end.

However, the old Taoist left without warning, although he left Chen Ping'an with a big mess, but Chen Ping'an was relieved, loosened the heartstring that was almost about to break, staggered, shook a few times, and finally couldn't hold on, so he simply fell back to the ground.

Without a breath of pure true qi, the injuries that had been knocked into the ground by Ding Yingyinshen's sword completely erupted, and Chen Ping'an was like lying in a pool of blood, with blood constantly flowing out.

But the smile in Chen Ping'an's eyes was very fast.

With the first and fifteenth guards by his side, Ding Ying was dead, and there was no one around, Chen Ping'an used his last bit of strength very extravagantly and squanderingly, took off the sword raiser, put it to his mouth tremblingly, and forcibly swallowed a sip of wine, and the debt was not pressing, this pain was simply tickling, Chen Ping'an just felt that he didn't drink at this time, but it was a pity.

Chen Ping'an didn't notice it, on the golden robe on his body, between the claws of the golden dragon in the center of his chest, the huge bead that was originally snow-white was filled with rich thunder and lightning slurry, and the two smaller golden dragons on his shoulders were under the claws and jaws, and there were also a few rays of lightning lingering.

It's just that Jin Li's changes are not worth mentioning compared to Chen Ping'an's earth-shaking vision.

The most radical rebirth.

Soaking in the thunder pool earlier gave Chen Ping'an's bones a bit of golden and jade luster, which was a sign of the so-called "golden branches and jade leaves" of cultivators.

Deeply rooted, the way of longevity and long-term vision is also.

Chen Ping'an was confused and confused.

It's like a half-asleep dream.

In the dream, someone pointed to a surging river and asked him Chen Ping'an if he wanted to cross the river.

The man asked and answered himself, saying that if you Chen Ping'an want to cross the river and not be constrained by the avenue, you need to have a bridge, and you can naturally cross the river at that time.

Chen Ping'an didn't know how to answer, just squatted by the river and scratched his head.

The heart is here, and you can't fake it.

The man said that there is no coincidence that there is no book, and said that you, Chen Ping'an, have not already learned someone's sage teachings? Could it be that reading books and knowing etiquette, all the time, everyone in everything, and the truths that you Chen Ping'an held in his stomach are just empty words?

Chen Ping'an complained and would not hide his emotions, "After learning the truth, what does it have to do with the bridge?"

The man didn't say why, only how to do it, "You visualize the appearance of a bridge in your heart, any bridge will do, you kid is not old, but the places you have walked are not small, rest assured, as long as it is a bridge, there is not too much attention, even if it is those in the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, it doesn't matter." When contemplating, don't be afraid of them, just relax your thoughts, the more the better, what you want is to be spirited and spirited. ”

Chen Ping'an, who didn't know where he was, was by the river and "closed" his eyes.

For no reason, I remembered the golden arch bridge in the sea of clouds, long, as if there was no end.

Chen Ping'an couldn't see the old Taoist, no matter how he searched, he was destined to find no trace of the old Taoist.

So Chen Ping'an would not have seen it, the old Taoist glanced at the clouds and mist above the long river, his face was strange, and he couldn't hear the old Taoist scolding Chen Qingdu for making trouble for himself, scolding the old Xiucai for not being a fuel-efficient lamp, and finally praised the vision and courage of a junior, as well as remembering an "old man" who is not a human being.

Chen Ping'an's eyes widened, and he saw that at his feet, on the other side of the long river, the outline of a golden arch bridge vaguely appeared, but it was fluttering and shaking, and it was not stable.

In his hand was an extra book, on which was written the moral essays of an old man, recording the order doctrine of a Confucian sage who had never appeared in the world.

Every word came out of the book one after another, and the golden light shone brightly, drifting towards the golden arch bridge that Chen Ping'an imagined.

A word is like a piece of masonry.

It's a pity that there are still a small half of the words in the books, especially on the pages of the middle and later pages, the words are not moving.

In any case, the golden long bridge over the big river, like a person with the support of a spirit and spirit, finally became strong.

But the distance between the final completion and the ability for Chen Ping'an to cross the river on foot is still a little worse, a lot worse than flesh and blood.

This is like a person, if he has a soul but no body, he is a pair of white bones, a lonely soul and a wild ghost, who cannot see the sun and enter the sun.

Then there is the length of the long bridge, and the majesty, which is unexpected, so the words on that book will not be enough.

The old Taoist instructed: "Take a walk and see if it will collapse." ”

Chen Ping'an shook his head and replied intuitively: "It will definitely collapse." ”

The old Taoist did not question Chen Ping'an, and after thinking about it, he walked out of the small world he had created.

Then, there is no then.

At the edge of the big pit, Chen Ping'an sat up suddenly, where is there a long river, and there is no old Taoist.

Heaven and earth are just vast.

There are two flying swords beside him, the first and fifteenth of the first year.

Although it is not Chen Ping'an's natal flying sword, he has followed Chen Ping'an all the way, getting along day and night, relying on each other for his life, and he has long been in touch with each other.

One silence, one guilt.

Chen Ping'an tied up the sword glove, stretched out his hands, patted the two flying swords, and comforted: "It's good that we are all alive." Besides, we won't be so aggrieved next time, not to mention that if it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have survived the moment my soul left my body......"

Chen Ping'an stopped talking, because he found that on the first and fifteenth days of junior high school, one became more and more silent, and the other became more and more guilty.

Chen Ping'an stood up, patted the sword gourd, and muttered as he walked: "You go back here first, let's hurry into the city and find the lotus villain!" ”

The two flying swords returned to the sword cultivator.

Chen Ping'an walked alone to the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom.

As the city got closer and closer, the golden liquor of the robe gradually changed from golden to a snow-white robe again.

Chen Ping'an knew it in his heart and glanced back.

The battlefield with Guniu Mountain as the center behind him is full of aura, and it should be the biggest "blessed land" in this world.

Of course, the same martial arts are strong.

If you are not in a hurry to return to the city to find the lotus villain, in fact, staying where you are is actually the most profitable.

However, Chen Ping'an looked up at the city in the distance, if he took advantage of it, it was easy to become the enemy of the world.

As for whether it will be dangerous to enter the city in full view of everyone.

Chen Ping'an walked on the silent and unmanned official road, and he could float more than ten zhang in one step.

The words he said before were mainly to comfort the lost first and fifteenth of the first and fifteenth years of the junior high school, in fact, if anyone dared to block the way at this time, and they would have to entangle endlessly, then Chen Ping'an would only be on his side.

I have seen the old man surnamed Cui invincible in front of the bamboo building.

and defeating an invincible person in the "world" with your own hands are two realms.

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Guniu Mountain is gone, how can he beat the drum for the second time, and talk about the place of ascension.

On the other side of the wall of the capital, Zhou Fei, who was playing in the world, was a little heavy.

It's not like everyone is working in vain, right?

As the thunder pool in the sky dispersed, the clouds and mist were lifted to see the big sun, and the light was shining, Fan Wan'er held up the mirror, shining brightly, and on the mirror, her face was beautiful.

Just when Fan Wan'er was about to put away the bronze mirror, she suddenly found herself in the mirror, smiling, and she clearly didn't have any smile.

In the mirror, "Fan Waner" smiled and sighed.

Fan Wan'er sounded in his heart, "Idiot. ”

If struck by lightning.

Like a hot hand, Fan Wan'er threw away the bronze mirror, holding his stinging head with both hands, his face full of bitterness and tears.

In the distance of the city wall, the crow cautiously shouted to the palace lord of Zhou.

Zhou Fei turned his head and found that the cyan dress on her body fell off automatically, swaying and swaying, like a singer dancing in a long way, taking care of herself and pitying herself, as if there was no one around.

Zhou Fei sneered: "When it's in my hands, do you still want to leave?"

Zhou Fei stretched out his hand and grabbed it, at the shoulder of the dress, a handprint was recessed, and the cyan dress was still floating to the right, constantly tearing, and finally making a sound of silk tearing, Zhou Fei had an extra piece of broken brocade in his hand, and frowned, "Pretending to be a ghost, I want to see how long your wife's soul can hide! What are you trying to do!"

There are more and more broken dresses in Zhou Fei's hands.

He and Lu Fang both know that this Tong Qingqing has roots in the world.

The Taishang Ancestor of Taiping Mountain, in order to bring back her rigid and fragile heart, did not want her to move forward, gambled everywhere, and before throwing her into the lotus flower blessed land, he also temporarily reversed her Dao heart with a veritable immortal supernatural power, making her seem to be born afraid of death, hoping that she would realize the Great Dao between the two extremes, and finally break through the life and death barrier, and successfully enter the upper five realms.

Because of the immortal Tong Qingqing in this life, he is extremely afraid of death, and it is reasonable to hide around.

But if such a person is afraid of death, if he does not cherish his talent for martial arts at all, it will definitely be unreasonable.

So what is Tong Qingqing's killing move, it must be very interesting.

The old man of Jing Xinzhai, who is the same generation or even higher than Tong Qingqing's teacher, has high hopes for Tong Qingqing, she never forgets, if she wants to say erudition, I am afraid that she is second only to Ding Ying, and her martial arts talent is even more amazing, if it is not for her temperament is too soft and cowardly, Tong Qingqing is very likely to be the first great master of the rivers and lakes under Ding Ying.

As soon as Ding Ying, who seems to be the opposition between good and evil, but is actually secretly allied, dies, Yu Zhenyi's mind to kill Chongqiu will definitely fade, and he has already won the silver lotus crown of Ding Lao Mo, the top three, and occupies a place steadily, Yu Zhenyi is unwilling to soar, and he will definitely not draw a snake to add to it, so as not to become the target of the public, after all, he and Ding Ying have joined forces to set up such a big game, and for all the grandmasters, Yu Zhenyi has already committed a big taboo.

At present, it is only Yu Zhenyi's combat power that has not been damaged in the slightest, so people dare not tear their faces with him and talk about the morality of the rivers and lakes.

At least Liu Zong, the knife grinder, and Tong Qingqing, who was hiding, must have a very bad impression of Yu Zhenyi.

So Zhou Fei is actually not willing to tear his face with Tong Qingqing at this time, but this cyan dress, as well as the golden-bodied Arhat that the Yunni monk went to ask for from the emperor of Nanyuan Kingdom, are all blessings that must be obtained, the former is to take away the demon crow, used to sharpen his son Zhou Shi's heart, and the latter is to exchange for a magic weapon and give it to Lu Fang, and then Yijiazi, Chunchao Palace has no Zhou Fei, but there is also a bird's-eye view of the peak sword fairy and the Chunchao Palace, Zhou Shi's martial arts road to the top, there is no worries.

In the final analysis, it is still a great monk like him, it is too difficult to give birth to an heir, especially their Yugui Sect Jiang Clan, how many years has been passed down in a single line.

A bald old man carrying a big bag on his back, climbed to the head of the city, walked as fast as flying, it was the Yunni monk who took off his robe and left the King Kong Temple.

Passing by Fan Wan'er, who was squatting on the ground with his head covered, the old man glanced curiously, wondering why this young fairy with a mirror heart was so painful.

But when the old man saw the scene of Zhou Fei "tearing" the blue dress, the old man, who was no longer a monk, shouted angrily: "Zhou Fei!"

Zhou Fei sneered and said: "Old bald donkey, do you really think that this dress found you back then, what kind of kindness did you have? It's just one of Tong Qingqing's calculations of the old witch, who has fooled her for most of her life, and she still has to be obsessed? The dress is one of the four magic weapons of good fortune, this is true, but there is nothing in it? Jingxinzhai Tong Qingqing's soul has long been hidden in it. ”

The old man was unmoved, and his eyes were round, like King Kong in the temple hall, "Do you want to take care of it?!"

Zhou Fei was amused, "You are an old bald donkey, shouting a green girl in a dress, are you embarrassed?"

The old man was speechless for a while, and his heart was a little weak.

Zhou Fei pointed to Fan Wan'er in the distance, his eyes showed appreciation, "This Tong Qingqing's descendant disciple, the future master of Jing Xinzhai, I am afraid that it is the flesh and skin of Tong Qingqing's immortals in this life!

Zhou Fei laughed, "Even I lied to myself, Tong Qingqing, you are ruthless! ”

Zhou Fei waved his sleeves and let the cyan dress float away.

Without the cyan dress, it means that if you want that golden-bodied Arhat, you can only snatch it from the hands of the Yunni monk.

But Zhou Fei weighed the pros and cons, and he didn't want to give up the two fortunes, as long as there was only one place for the third great master.

You can also take away the Demon Crow.

In this blessed land of lotus flowers, for the immortals who are qi practitioners in the world, one is to make a dojo in a snail shell, and the other is a clever woman who is difficult to cook without rice and has no way to start.

The appearance of Chen Ping'an disrupted all the layouts, Ding Ying can still die, who else in this world dares to say that he will not die?

Zhou Fei was worried that he would capsize in the gutter, and even he would be slaughtered at that time. Although it does not prevent him from leaving the lotus blessed land, the loss is a bit big.

At present, the biggest problem is that among the ten people in the world, only two people have died so far, one head and one tail, Ding Ying and Feng Qingbai.

There are eight left, which means that five more need to die, and I am afraid that the promise on that secret letter will not take effect.

Lu Fang is worthy of being a friend of the Jiang family master for many years, and he quickly figured out the joints, "Don't worry, in the next sixty years, with me watching, Zhou Shi will definitely be among the top three." ”

Zhou Fei chose to take the initiative to take a step back, and of course Monk Yunni was unwilling and did not dare to be aggressive, and followed the "green girl" to Fan Wan'er's side together.

She rubbed her brows vigorously with both hands.

Then the young beauty straightened up and patted her cheeks with both hands, snapping.

Fan Wan'er stretched out two fingers, twisted the collar of the cyan dress in front of her, shook it a few times, and after putting it on herself, she ripped it open again, and threw it to the old monk who was confused, she smiled: "Don't worry, your so-called Qingqing girl is still there, as long as you go to Guniu Mountain and stay, she will soon be able to recover her vitality." She is the real owner of this dress, and my soul has only been borrowed for decades, and after living in sojourn, it was banned by myself, which is no different from a dead thing, so that it is not easy to be discovered by Ding Ying. So what have you said to this dress for so many years, is it a Buddhist word or a love word, anyway, I haven't heard a word. ”

The old monk held the dress in his arms, blushing a little.

Fan Wan'er narrowed his eyes, fell into deep thought, and no longer paid attention to this monk who had moved his mortal heart early.

The memory was restored little by little, like a clear spring flowing into her heart, but she deliberately left it in the corner of the heart lake and left it alone.

Instead, it began to review with a pure "Jingxinzhai disciple Fan Wan'er".

Senior sister Zhou Shuzhen accepted the apprentice on behalf of the teacher, took the young self back, and in the Mirror Heart Pavilion of the sect's forbidden place, Fan Wan'er only bowed to the picture scroll three times.

She used to be the person in the world who wanted to see "Tong Qingqing" the most, so Zhou Shuzhen finally gave her a bronze mirror.

She learned the white ape back swordsmanship, and was praised by the rivers and lakes as "whether there is a back sword or not, it is two Fan Wan'er".

But Fan Wan'er found that this mastery, the last sword, seems to be used by no one in this world at all, neither that kind of sword, nor such a martial arts physique, but at the beginning, Zhou Shuzhen still insisted that she study this white ape back swordsmanship.

Therefore, at the beginning of Baihe Temple, Chen Ping'an, an immortal, felt strange, why Fan Guaner was obviously "almost a great road", but he seemed to be walking with a heavy load, and he walked extremely muddy and watery, because most of his soul was missing, like a walking corpse, how could he be smart.

Fan Wan'er was also on the bridge and asked the prince Wei Yan if there were often familiar people and things. Later, in the Prince's Mansion, the old cook, who was originally cultivated as the third in the world, also saw Fan Wan'er's eccentricity at a glance, but at that time, the old man mistakenly thought that she was just the reincarnation of a certain "immortal", so it was relatively easy to be "ghosted", and some breath lingered on her body.

Thinking of the two ghost envoys, he took the initiative to find Chen Ping'an.

Fan Wan'er grinned, okay, what kind of origin did he have the ability to make the Grand Master and Uncle Ancestor agree to let him possess himself? Danger descended on the lotus flower blessed land, just to warn that Chen Ping'an? It's a pity that the rules of this world are too big, and it is not easy to exploit loopholes, so on both occasions, "Fan Guan'er" could only stare dryly, unable to say half a word, and that Chen Ping'an probably only regarded himself as a crazy woman?

"Fan Wan'er" stepped on the ruins of the wall, leaned forward, put one arm on his leg, looked into the distance, and smiled.

At that time, at the night market, on a table near her and Chen Ping'an, it seemed that ordinary people were scolding the street, and the two sides slapped the table and stared at each other, scolding an old bustard prostitute, and it was only three things, otherwise they would directly open a brothel in the other party's house or something.

The real deep meaning, of course, is that "nothing more than three".

But those scolding words, really not particular, as soon as I heard it, it was the wording of that stinky little Taoist boy, this time I returned to the world, even if the Taishang Master Ancestor stopped him, he had to talk to the little kid who had long been unpleasant. In the past ninety years, Ding Ying has met with herself several times, it should not be Xiao Daotong's assertions, but that time she was arrested by the master of the Bingfu Gate, she dared to assert that it was definitely the little bastard who held the most grudges and was playing tricks on herself, although there was no danger, but when you think about it, it is also very disgusting.

And because of the possession.

The most important thing is that the Supreme Master Ancestor broke the rules of the lotus blessed land, and also harmed all the plans of "Jingxin Zhai Tong Qingqing" in vain.

Xiao Daotong quickly set the final list of ten people before Tong Qingqing got the soul of the bronze mirror and the cyan dress.

Or is it that the Supreme Master Ancestor, who has been detaining and searching all his life, has met a rich man, so he doesn't care about that money?

Fan Wan'er, or Tong Qingqing's sight.

The white robe was already approaching the city.

No, to be precise, she should be Huang Ting of Taiping Mountain Daogu now, no longer a messy puppet Fan Wan'er, let alone the timid Tong Qingqing who is afraid of death.

She fed, raised her arms high, and gave a thumbs up to the guy outside the city.

This is the Taipingshan Daogu of Tongyezhou, who admired a man younger than himself for the first time in his life.

Chen Ping'an raised his head, looked at the strange and unfamiliar Fan Wan'er, and frowned.

He just looked at Chongqiu, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

In Chen Ping'an's mind, no matter where the rivers and lakes are, there should be people in the rivers and lakes like Song Yuyao and Chongqiu, and that is the rivers and lakes.

Huang Tingyi raised his eyebrows, and his smile was even stronger, "I have a personality, I like it!"

Outside the city was Chen Ping'an, who had stopped.

On the head of the city, among the ten people on the list, there is Yu Zhenyi, the head of the Hushan faction, who has already put on the silver lotus crown, has a glazed flying sword hovering beside him, and took out a jade bamboo folding fan.

Chong Qiu, looking relieved, lying on the head of the ruined city, his shoulders sagging and drooping, not like the usual Nanyuan national teacher.

Spring tide palace Zhou Fei.

Tang Tieyi, the general of the Northern Jin Dynasty with a solemn expression, kept rubbing the refiner's hilt with his thumb.

Knife sharpener Liu Zong.

A monk holding a soft blue dress.

Cheng Yuanshan didn't know where to hide in the capital.

Feng Qingbai, the tenth ranger, had already died under the refiner knife of his good brother Tang Tieyi.

The first Ding Lao Mo died at the hands of the immortal named Chen Ping'an.

In addition to the ten people, there is also Huang Ting in the city, although she is not among the ten, but now I am afraid that even Zhou Fei will not dare to provoke her. When the soul and body merged, her appearance began to change, and her already beautiful face added a bit of brilliance, and she became more and more captivating.

Bird's-eye view of the peak Lu Fang, ready to continue to stay in the lotus flower blessed land, not only for his own Dao heart, but also for the son of a friend, as his half of the protector.

Hairpin Lang Zhou Shi, in addition to the sadness of parting, also has a beautiful vision for 60 years later.

The Demon Sect Crow is about to be taken out of this world by Zhou Fei, and when Ding Ying dies, she is the most heartbroken.

At this moment, when everyone saw the young immortal, he stopped on the official road outside the city gate.

Yu Zhenyi's eyes were dark, and there was no emotion on his face.

Chongqiu smiled knowingly. The person who slaughtered Ding Lao Mo should be so domineering! It's like saying that you have all seen it, in the battle with Ding Ying, I, Chen Ping'an, was injured, who wants to take advantage of the fire to rob, just come, go down to the city, and we will divide life and death.

Liu Zong, the knife grinder, sighed, leaned against the wall, and was worried, he had seen the earth-shattering battle of ghosts and gods in Guniu Mountain, he really had no energy to wade into troubled waters, and he felt that it was not interesting. If there is still a chance to get off the city this time and return to the shop in Kejiaqiao safely, otherwise he will be honest and a rich man in the future, and at most pick one or two disciples who are pleasing to the eye, don't think about it.

A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of Tang Tieyi, the general of Longwu, but he hesitated for a moment, and simply closed his eyes to recuperate, out of sight and out of mind.

In the end, Chen Ping'an walked straight through the city gate and gradually walked away.

Yu Zhenyi floated up, stepped on the glazed flying sword over there, and was about to go to Guniu Mountain.

Those abundant spiritual energy gathered from all over the world had begun to disperse everywhere, and he Yu Zhenyi, a cultivator, could not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Aura is different from the ethereal martial arts of the world, it does not pick people, as long as it has the ability, anyone can take it into his arms.

Tang Tieyi stared at the mentally depressed knife sharpener Liu Zong, and slowly walked along the road.

Liu Zong was shocked, jumped up, scolded and scolded: "Okay, you Tang Tieyi, dare to pinch me as a soft persimmon?!"

Huang Ting stared at Zhou Fei, who was not pleasing to the eye.

What the palace master of the Spring Tide Palace did in this blessed land, Jingxinzhai Tong Qingqing can bear it, and Huang Ting, the Taoist aunt of Taiping Mountain, can't bear it!

In Fan Wan'er's eyes, it was an ordinary bronze mirror, but in Huang Ting's hand, there was a great mystery, she used her qi to control things, grabbed the bronze mirror on the ground in her hand, she hit the mirror with her fingers, and it shattered, after the mirror was broken, revealing a vision like a deep green pool, Huang Ting stretched out his fingers, as if he had twisted something, and pulled it out, and she pulled out a long sword with a sheath!

She is the pride of the heavens of Taiping Mountain, the third largest sect in Tongye Continent, and the future sect master, as long as she is among the five realms, she will become the Huang Ting of the twelve realms immortals!

If you haven't made a family foundation, it would be too unreasonable.

For a moment, Zhou Shi and Ya'er looked at each other, because both of them felt that Ru Mang was on their backs.

The two of them turned their heads abruptly.

I just happened to look at the white-robed immortal who was looking at the city.

Zhou Fei scolded with a smile: "Ding Lao Mo, a guy whose heart is higher than the sky, has not achieved enough things and has more than enough failures, which has hurt me." ”

Zhou Fei turned his head to look at Lu Fang, who was also helpless, "Unless this person soars with you, if he stays in the lotus blessed land, Zhou Shi will definitely be in danger." ”

Zhou Fei pinched his chin, if it is difficult to tie the knot, then he has to make another plan.

It's just that at this moment, everyone can't help but look up at the sky.

The sea of clouds broke through a large golden hole, and a pillar of light fell on the city in an instant.

Blink Kung Fu.

I'm afraid that except for these immortals and grandmasters at the head of the city, no one in the capital will notice this scene.

In everyone's field of vision, a short Taoist boy appeared, carrying a small and delicate multicolored rattle in his hand, but carrying a huge golden gourd, almost human height, which looked extremely funny.

After Huang Ting saw this little point, he sighed, stopped caring about Zhou Fei, and strode towards this person who was very annoying in the vast world.

After catching a glimpse of the murderous Huang Ting, Xiao Daotong rolled his eyes and said: "I came down this time, but I didn't come to fight, if you go too far and annoy my master, you are not afraid that your master ancestor will protect you for so many years in vain?"

Huang Tingruo was still the Taoist aunt of Taiping Mountain before coming to the lotus lotus blessed land, and she would only leave a sentence that it was my ancestor's matter, and then she should make a move, but at this moment, she grinned, with an expression of let's go to the world and see. Xiao Daotong also grinned with color, disapproving, and Xiao Dao Ye and I are more than a backer? A Taiping Mountain is still a little smaller, right? It is not the Dragon and Tiger Mountain of the Middle Earth Divine Continent.

Xiaodao Tong moistened his throat, puffed up his chest, and strode on the road at the head of the city, his voice was not loud, but everyone heard it clearly, "The rules have changed, it is great news for you, the ten people who were on the list for the last time, those who survived, can all fly, and those who are unwilling to leave this world, wait for me to beat the second drum, before the third drum, just leave the city by yourself, of course, even if you don't fly, the people who walk down the city can still get a magic weapon." ”

"Remember, those who ascend in the city, their physical bodies will be left in this world, and they will only go to other places with their souls, keep all their memories, and don't feel that it is all bad to start over, which is mysterious, and you will experience it yourself later. ”

Xiaodao Tong was high-spirited and swaggered, "The top three on the list are even more blessed, and Yu Zhenyi, who is second, can take three people away if he chooses to soar." The third Zhou Fei can take one person away at will. My lord spoke, except for Ding Ying. These people who were taken away could leave together physically. ”

"Well, it seems that many people are confused, don't be surprised, your strength is too poor, you are not qualified to participate in it at all, if you are lucky, there will only be the fate of that Feng Qingbai. ”

Speaking of this, Xiao Daotong smiled at Huang Tinghehe: "You said that you are not angry, you could have been among the top three in terms of strength, alas, people are not as good as heaven, there is no way to do it." Who let you Taipingshan hook up with those two outsiders, and broke the rules first, my lord was very angry at the time. ”

Huang Ting tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Xiao Daotong tilted his head, stared at her face, and added fuel to the fire: "Huang Ting, why do you say you are so stinky and shameless, Haoran World, you don't look half as good-looking as you are now......"

Xiao Daotong seemed to knock someone on the back of the head, and suddenly fell into a dog eating, and he didn't feel ashamed, he stood up and patted his robe, and when he passed by Huang Ting, he made a grimace, and then continued: "Finally, let's say an old rule that has been passed down from generation to generation, today's affairs, don't easily publicize it to the outside world, you just know it in your hearts, of course, I can't hold it back, and when I mention it to a very few people, it won't get in the way." ”

After saying this in one breath, Xiao Daotong raised the rattle and shook it gently.

There was no vision of heaven and earth, just a soft knock.

Is this the second drum beating?

Yu Zhenyi stepped on the glazed flying sword and struck a slap at Xiao Daotong, "Say goodbye to the immortal master." ”

Xiao Daotong faced this "peer" in appearance, his attitude was different, he was a little more serious, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Go, everyone has their own ambitions." My lord is not disappointed in you, so please cherish the next Jiazi. ”

Yu Zhenyi showed a look of excitement for the first time, and the sword went away, going to the ruins of the Guniu Mountain battlefield, and wantonly absorbing the aura of heaven and earth.

It is expected that after leaving the customs, he will break through the realm again, that is, against the enemy Chen Ping'an, and he may have the power to fight.

Chong Qiu smiled and asked, "Liu Zong, what do you say?"

Liu Zong, the knife grinder, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "After the shop, I will bother the national teacher to help me sell it, I believe that by the means of the national teacher, I have already known the young people in my photo, and when the time comes, I will give the silver to a few of them." ”

Chongqiu nodded, "It's not difficult. So don't leave it at that?"

Liu Zong sighed.

Kind of autumn fist.

Liu Zong hurriedly returned the salute with his fists, and couldn't help asking: "Seed National Master, don't you leave together?" After leaving, maybe there will be a chance to come back, but if you don't leave this time, there will be no chance to soar again." ”

Chong Qiu shook his head and said, "My heart is my hometown." ”

Liu Zong always clenched his fists and never put it down.

Chong Qiu smiled kindly, and after gently pressing Liu Zong's hand, he turned around and left, walking down the city.

Xiao Daotong glanced at Chong Qiu's back and shook his head.

Tang Tieyi quickly followed the autumn.

The Yunni monk stepped out of the city in one step, floated outside the city, holding a cyan dress in his arms, and ran quickly in the direction of Guniu Mountain.

There is not much left above the city.

Zhou Fei said to Lu Fang: "Take Zhou Shi to hide first, it's best to leave Nanyuan Kingdom, the farther away the better." Once I leave the lotus blessed land, no one can stop that Chen Ping'an. ”

Lu Fang and Zhou Shi did not hesitate, so they swept down the city, bypassed Guniu Mountain, and went to the border of Nanyuan Kingdom.

In the end, there were only four people left, the little Taoist boy with a huge gourd on his back, the Huangting of Taiping Mountain, the "Zhou Fei" of Yuguizong, and Liu Zong, who was born and raised in the blessed land of lotus flowers.

Xiao Daotong glanced at a certain stone bridge in the city, where he was hiding from the arm saint Cheng Yuanshan, he was full of sarcasm, yawned, shook the rattle at will, and the third drum sounded.

If he does not appear in this city, Cheng Yuanshan is equivalent to a bamboo basket drawing water, unable to fly, and has no additional opportunities.

A bright pillar of light descended violently, enveloping Liu Zong, and the whole person disappeared in an instant, leaving nothing behind.

Xiao Daotong was obviously impressed by Zhou Fei, leaked a little more genius, and said softly: "That Chen Ping'an, don't worry about him doing nonsense here, heh, he still has a hard time to eat." ”

Zhou Fei's face was suddenly abrupt, and he smiled: "Thank you." ”

The second pillar of light fell on the world, Zhou Fei stayed longer than Liu Zong, his figure was blurred, and he waved goodbye to Huang Ting with leisure.

Xiao Daotong smiled and looked at the Taiping Mountain Daogu who was frowning and silent, "Are you very worried about your situation?"

Huang Ting sneered: "You go back and tell my ancestor, you don't have to spend money, at most ten years, what Sui You can't do, I can do it, and when the time comes, when I break through the realm, I want my body to soar and return to the Haoran world." ”

Xiao Daotong smiled playfully, on his toes, carrying such a big golden gourd on his back, and began to hang in the air to "fly", without a pillar of light, crooked, like a dog planing, slowly swimming towards the sky......

Huang Ting glanced at it and didn't want to look at that picture anymore, this kind of childish deed was done by this little rabbit cub.

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In the capital of Nanyuan Kingdom, there was a thin little girl, who sold books, bought two clothes, and the rest of the copper coins, ordered a large table of delicacies that would only appear in dreams, gobbling it up, for fear that she would eat slowly, that is, she suffered a big loss, sitting on a chair, she needed to stand on tiptoe to catch the delicious dishes on the other side of the table, her face was greasy, and she felt that she had never been so happy.

A child named Cao Qinglang was taken to the yamen by a team of officers and soldiers, and four straw mats were spread outside the lobby and covered with four white cloths. The child squatted there in dementia and didn't say a word.

Under a bridge, Cheng Yuanshan, the arm saint, was still waiting, waiting for the second drum that shook the sky.

There is a scholar of the Han tribe, after hearing that someone died not far away, he was forced by his friends to run to join in the fun, and he has long been surrounded by the people, the scholar only heard that it was a beautiful woman, he thought that when she came back, he must talk to her about this tragedy, the most important thing is to ask her to go out less, now the two are tight, do not worry, do not need her to visit relatives, and borrow money to buy books for him.

flew all the way back to the street, and after turning into the alley, Chen Ping'an's steps were heavy.

When you enter the city, even if there are so many grandmasters standing on the top of the city.

Chen Ping'an still wore an invincible posture that he had never seen before, wearing white clothes, hanging wine jugs, holding long swords, and passing by in a dashing manner.

But at this moment, in the face of a market house that was just pasted with cheap Spring Festival couplets, Chen Ping'an raised his hand several times, but he fell down again and did not knock on the door.

Chen Ping'an didn't know.

The old man stood behind him, looking at him.

The old Taoist wants to "know" two things.

How do you Chen Ping'an know yourself.

And how will you look at the world?