When Yang Yi walked out of the door.

When I looked up, I found that the previous blue sky without fiber and dust had been wrapped in heavy clouds.

Looking closely, there seems to be a volley ship in the distance that has just appeared in the field of vision through the thick clouds, and the slender silk threads linger between the sky and the earth, like a woman's ribbon fluttering in the wind.

"Another Dragon Palace Building? Yang Yi muttered softly.

When I boarded the ship, I heard that there were a total of three building ships sent by the Dragon Palace this time, and each building ship was in charge of the three states.

is like the ship that Yang Yi boarded at this time.

Among them, the top bigwigs and the strongest rookies from the three major states of Lingzhou, Luzhou and Yangzhou are included.

So which three states the giant ship behind him came back from, Yang Yi didn't know.

But a cryptic message can be obtained.

The Dragon Palace is already close at hand.

Yang Yi, who was originally rushing to the Dragon Palace, didn't have the slightest excitement at the moment, no matter what he was thinking about in his mind, he would jump out of the torment and pain of the previous days, and subconsciously trembled, hurriedly shook his head, gritted his teeth and said: "Special mother, I don't believe that Lao Zamao can still collude with the old dog who writes books to do anything, if he dares to torture grandpa, grandpa will jump off this boat!

Yang Yi relented and walked towards the locked gate.

As soon as his hands touched the latch of the door, he couldn't help but retract it again, and looked around, but there was no movement.

Only then did the latch reopen, even so.

Yang Yi's eyes and body were still looking left and right, for fear of punching from the blind spot of his vision.

The great shock of the soul and the pain of the flesh and fat.

Yang Yi would rather die than endure such inhuman torture again.

Carefully open the latch, take a deep breath, and slam your hands hard.

The gate of the courtyard opens up a gap for the head to stick out.

Yang Yi poked out his head and looked left and right at the slightly depressed stone street, and there was no figure of the big man who made Yang Yi familiar and frightened.

Only a few sparsely passed by, middle-aged people with extraordinary bearing or old men in the age of sixtieth birthday passed by Yang Yi's door, and looked at Yang Yi who behaved strangely in confusion, not quite understanding what tricks this kid was playing.

Yang Yi smiled, retracted his head and straightened his figure.

Good fellow, just because of an old bastard who coaxed himself like this.

Huang Gongwang, who thought that he was facing the top three in the world, should still eat and drink, and how arrogant it was to face the self-proclaimed superior families in the inner city who only wanted to die.

Now he was swayed by a frustrated old miscellaneous hair, and he had no sharpness at that time.

Yang Yi reacted suddenly.

If he really loses under the fist of Lao Zamao this time, it will cause his desire for death to dissipate.

On the contrary, it is the result that the dog thief who writes the book likes to see.

Once his mind is shaken, the old dog who writes books will have a chance, and maybe he will forcibly press himself on the line of a certain outline, and truly become a marionette used by the author's old dog to narrate.

Yang Yi clenched his fists.

We must not let the old dog who writes books succeed!

With a horizontal heart, he grabbed the doorknob with both hands and pulled hard.

The ensuing scene almost didn't make Yang Yi sit on the ground in fright.

I saw Yang Yi on the street in his field of vision.

The eyes of the old and the young were on the pale Yang Yi at the same time.

The sturdy rough man glanced at Yang Yi with disdain at the turbulent waves in his heart lake, and sighed: "Why, can you stand up?" Do you want to lie down for a while to take care of your body and bones, after all, there is still a period of time in this Dragon Palace, so we are not in a hurry." ”

Yang Yi hurriedly waved his hand, with a rare courteous expression on his face, and said with a wry smile: "No need, no need, you can still take care of your body and bones by walking more, and just lying down is not a solution." ”

Lu Su casually threw out a round hawthorn from the silver space ring, fell into the girl's mouth in a graceful arc, chewed slowly, and asked with some doubts: "Hmm? Is his brain broken?" ”

The rough man didn't plan to glance at Yang Yi at all, and said softly: "Estimate." ”

No way, all of Yang Yi's previous performances were too tough.

For example, what Yang Yi did after the rough man smashed the space ban with one punch, and scolded Bezhou Junyan on the building boat.

And in the end, they can all survive to the end.

makes people feel that Yang Yi should be a stunned young man who is not afraid of heaven and earth.

Even if Yang Yi finally attracted the atmosphere of a pseudo-saint on the ship, others may still be kept in the dark and think that Yang Yi should be a true peerless saint in the world.

But Lu Su still felt that Yang Yi was just a stunned young man with relatively strong strength.

Rampage, reckless.

But how can it be so abnormal today?

I heard that my father once said that he wanted to teach this person a lesson, teach some literary classics and sage poems, so as to sharpen Yang Yi's sharp character.

In this way, it is quite effective.

Lu Su nodded and said, "Dad, why haven't I seen you preach the sage classics to the little junior brothers, every time you beat them with a stick, I think this teaching is very good, it is better to go back and try it, otherwise I will feel strange to watch Aunt Liu serve them potions all day long." ”

The rough man looked at Yang Yi, who was a little petrified, with a disdainful face, nodded and said, "You can indeed try it, but they are willing to listen to my sage teachings, and that is their ability." ”

The truth of pure martial arts, from beginning to end, is to speak with fists, what Confucian sages, poetry and etiquette, don't fix these things in front of a punch.

The corners of Yang Yi's mouth twitched, and he said secretly in his heart: "Good guy, what do you little aunt and grandmother call that thing?"

It's just that without waiting for Yang Yi to think about it, the two figures, one tall and one short, gradually left and walked towards the square outside the main building.

Took a deep breath and didn't plan to stay here too long.

Since he can let the old Zamao, who has been closed all day, take the initiative to go to Louchuan Square, it means that something will definitely happen.

Look back and look into the distance.

Through the dense shade of the trees, I saw a building boat the size of a grain of rice in the farthest distance, dragging a long strip of clouds and mist slowly moving forward, and from the direction, the last thing was to meet Yang Yi's building boat.

Yang Yi shifted his body and walked towards the square behind the father and daughter of Qi Shan Sect.

As time passed, the surrounding scenery gradually thinned out, and it was clear that you could see the amazing scene outside the side of the ship.

Yang Yi's eyes were there.

The line of river and sky is like the surface of clear water in an inclined porcelain bowl.

Showing a line that extends infinitely diagonally to both sides, flying insects, birds and beasts, mountains and jungles, and even towering high-rise buildings, in Yang Yi's eyes, are like an old man lying on his side and lazy leaning on the railing, always feeling that he will fall to the ground with only a millimeter.

"This is ......" Yang Yi subconsciously spoke, as thin as a mosquito and fly, but he was still listened to by the rough man.

"The building boat is sinking, and it won't be long before the upper reaches of the ancient river bordering Luzhou and Lingzhou come into contact. The rough man didn't ridicule Yang Yi this time, but his tone was lazy, and he didn't see any of the high-ranking demeanor that the sect master of Qishan Sect should have.

Yang Yi subconsciously stepped on the floor, and found that he did not feel any discomfort caused by the rapid descent of the building boat, as if walking on the ground.

Then he looked up at the surroundings of the ship.

Naturally, he couldn't see any fame, but if there was a formation monk with good cultivation standing inside the ship and looking up, he could see that the hull seemed to be wrapped in countless colored glasses, and the wisps of spiritual energy were swimming in it, happy and free.

And the secret of why the building ship can travel tens of thousands of miles above the cloud curtain is that this mysterious formation that is not seen by ordinary people plays an absolute role.

At this time, at the edge of the Louchuan Square, there was a crowd of people, and countless top masters of the immortal sect gathered here, marveling at this wonderful landscape that is rare in a hundred years.

What's more, I don't know when I have occupied the bow position, and as far as the eye can see, it is actually a turbulent canyon waterfall.

And this ship is actually planning to plunge headlong into this bottomless waterfall!?

Looking at the riverbed of the ancient river, which gradually changed from a small and winding green snake to a large river with a wide and magnificent bank, the many monks from various states standing at the bow of the boat couldn't help but feel empty in their hearts, even if they were confident in their own strength.

This feeling of putting your life in the hands of someone else is really uncomfortable.