Under the sunset mountain, a piece of yellow sand. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhang Daoren looked at Wang Mazi but sighed: "Third brother, why is this? ”

Wang Mazi's voice was cold, "He needs to prove his strength before he can make me surrender." ”

"But he doesn't want you to surrender." Zhang Daoren asked.

"I guess I want to find a reason for myself to surrender to him." Wang Mazi said so.

Zhang Daoren was silent.

Qingming's hand rested on the string, and an arrow appeared.

When he drew his bow full, the arrow cried out for joy, wind, thunder, lightning, destruction, and death.

When the arrow departed from the string and sank into the stone, what the Eight Monsters of the Sky Bridge saw was a huge figure condensed in the sky and then dissipated.

At this time, the eight of them were all in that small courtyard, some were drinking, some were drinking tea, some were sprinkling white sand and writing well, some were holding stone piers like air, some were packing up the two wooden boxes, some were masks on their faces, and some were pinching copper coins to tell their future.

Qingming blasted open the stone gate, revealing the metal building inside.

Qingming came slowly, like admiring flowers in the courtyard, because it was too leisurely and even a little slow.

In fact, when Qingming just drew the bow, a pair of eyes discovered Qingming.

At this time, those eyes were hiding in the dark like a mouse, and he was a little angry but more afraid.

If anyone can see his appearance, they will be surprised, he is not very old, he actually looks much older than Chen Sanmai.

You must know that he was adopted by Chen Sanmai, and he is at least thirty years younger than Chen Sanmai's old man, but I don't know why he has become like this.

At this time, he was lying on the bed, and a series of sophisticated instruments operated to inject tubes of needles and blood into his body.

When Qingming came like a bamboo, and those so-called traps were broken by a golden pillar of light and were about to rush in front of him, he finally moved.

As he moved, his body swelled rapidly like a sponge, and the sunken skin of his eyes rejuvenated.

He raised his hand, as if subconsciously trying to cover the blinding golden light.

But can one hand block such a bright light?

The answer is, yes!

The light was blocked by the hand, and the golden light gradually dissipated, and finally turned into a golden arrow and hovered an inch in front of the man.

Or rather, the arrow was blocked by a force and could not move forward in the slightest.

At that moment, another arrow flew over, and the man's face changed greatly, and it was a red arrow, which came silently, and if he were not too familiar with such an arrow, he might only know it until the arrow passed through his heart.

He only had time to deflect his body before the arrow passed through his body, but fortunately it didn't hurt him.

And he laughed.

"Have you seen Old Man Chen?" He asked in a cold voice.

"Old man Chen?" Qingming felt very angry: "This is what you call him?" ”

As if sensing Qingming's anger, "Otherwise? And call him Father? Peng Meng smiled, "That's disgusting, too." ”

"You're actually disgusting." Qingming looked at his body pierced by the crimson arrow in disgust, and the wound had begun to rot and stench in a short period of time.

"Isn't it scary?" Penmont's calmness made Qingming a little uneasy, and when he recounted the incident in a calm tone as if the wound was not on his body, Qingming saw his face, sometimes old and sometimes young.

"Old man Chen, he ......" Peng Meng was a little reluctant to speak, but finally said, "Is he still alive?" ”

Qingming was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, Peng Meng laughed, and said over and over again: "I knew that even if I died, he would still live, his life was too hard!" ”

Peng Meng didn't seem to have any intention of fighting Qingming, but withdrew his hand and sat down on a chair carved in stone.

"Should you call me Senior Brother?" Peng Meng's reaction was too indifferent, as if he was chatting with Qingming.

"It depends on whether Old Man Chen still recognizes you as an apprentice." Qingming sneered.

"Look, don't you call him Old Man Chen too." Penmont seemed to have discovered something interesting, grinning and smiling exaggeratedly.

"We're different." Qingming shook his head.

Peng Meng also shook his head, "Yes, we are indeed different. ”

"He still didn't want to bring the bow into the coffin, and when I asked him if he wanted it, he wouldn't give it to me." Peng Meng looked at Qingming with envy, looking at the bow.

"That's why you're going to kill him?" Qingming asked.

"It's a pity that you will never get those three arrows, because I gave them away, to a family that neither you nor Old Man Chen can offend." Peng Meng laughed until he burst into tears.

"I'm dying." He said.

The expression is calm, and it looks even crazier because it is calm.

"I don't want to die!" He said again.