"Hehe! Since the two of you know me, you must naturally know the treasure of this Kunlun faction, Qiankun Ding!" Ye Nuochuan looked at each other coldly and said viciously to the two.

"Hmm, this Ding was originally one of the Three Qing Patriarchs, the magic weapon of the Yuan Shi Tianzun, where did you get it from the Qingshan Sect!" Zi Xia was shocked in his heart, and something suddenly occurred in his heart, but he frowned, glanced at Lan Yan, and finally couldn't get the words out of his mouth.

"That's right, but you don't care where you got it! If you know each other, hand over the thousand-year-old blood lingzhi and the Lechuan sword, otherwise this Qiankun Ding won't have long eyes!" Ye Nuochuan saw that Zixia knew the origin of the magic weapon, and hurriedly threatened loudly.

Lan Yan's eyes were deep, and he secretly thought in his heart: That Kunlun Mountain is divided into three parts, namely the East Kunlun Martial Arts Sect, the West Kunlun Xiuzhen Outer Gate, and the Middle Kunlun Xiuzhen Inner Gate.

Seeing that the two of them ignored his threat, Ye Nuochuan gritted his teeth, and thought to himself: You are really toasting and not eating and drinking, do you think that this tripod in my hand is not an ornament, hum! Then I will let you understand and see if it is a decoration!

Thinking of this, I saw Ye Nuochuan stretch his palm upward, and Qiankun Ding suddenly expanded several times.

Lan Yan and Zi Xia opened their eyes and stared at Qiankun Ding, and at the same time, both feet took a step back, and they cautiously sacrificed their respective weapons.

I saw that a green light appeared in Zixia's hand, and a bamboo spear several feet long appeared, the bamboo spear seemed to be fragile, but it made a clanging sound, the sound was interlocking, and the aura was extraordinary.

Looking at Lan Yan again, I saw his cuffs wave, and a phantom jade qin appeared, although this piano is a phantom, but it is brilliant, the strings are like thousand-year-old silk, and the music is soft and beautiful, not inferior to Fenglai's performance.

Ye Nuochuan snorted coldly, and didn't think much about it, his palms were wrong, his hands were together, and his body naturally rose into the air. And that Ding gradually tilted with Ye Nuochuan's lift-off, pouring out a majestic chaotic qi, only to see Ye Nuochuan push forward with one palm, and Da Ding smashed towards Lan Yan and Zi Xia.

Although Da Ding looks clumsy, but the attack power is extremely amazing, the two of them know the power of this Qiankun Ding, so they did not resist hard, tried their best to use magic weapons to protect themselves, and flashed to the sides, but the holy weapon is a holy weapon after all.

Just where the two of them got up, a hundred-meter-deep pit appeared, the sand and gravel collapsed, the trees turned to powder, and the entire forest sea shook again and again, and the boulder hit the protective aperture of the two, which also pushed the two of them out hundreds of meters away.

Zi Xia retracted his defense, and just wanted to step forward to capture Ye Nuochuan alive, but Lan Yan hurriedly blocked Zi Xia's way, his eyes flickered, and motioned for him to take the opportunity to leave, Zi Xia thought about it, nodded, and flew away with Lan Yan.

However, looking at Ye Nuochuan again, he saw that he was sweating profusely at this time, he obviously didn't expect that the operation of this tripod only relied on his little bit of spirit, and he was completely sucked by the big tripod under one blow.

He was horrified in his heart, and hurriedly got rid of the connection with Qiankun Ding, and after taking a pill, his face barely improved.

At this moment, Ye Nuochuan's subordinates finally rushed over: "Young master, the aftermath of the Qiankun Ding just now was too strong, and we rushed over in front of us, but those two people ran away!

Ye Nuochuan listened to the words of his subordinates, and almost spit out a mouthful of donated blood, he was furious in his heart, raised his hand and hit the minion, and roared: "You bunch of waste! Do you look like I have got a treasure now? Why don't you go and chase me quickly!"

With that, he kicked the slave next to him, and the slave fell to the ground in response, and then quickly got up, bent down, and nodded "yes" again and again

Ye Nuochuan's eyes were red, and he didn't care about being embarrassed, his hair was messy, and he yelled again: "Don't go yet!"

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly chased into the distance......

The people in the lonely bamboo city shouted and shouted, and Muyang walked like a fly in the sea of people, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the place where he left many memories.

Once upon a time, the poplar flowers here were exhausted, and the best friends talked about wine. Once upon a time, there were meteors and fires here, and brothers were in trouble for life and death. Several memories flashed in a hurry, mixed with joy and sorrow, and I couldn't help but stop and take a look, and now this small building in front of me has been renovated several times.

The wild grass on the gold plaque is enough to show the vicissitudes and extraordinaryness of this building, several green dragons carved on the eaves, vivid, a pair of dragon eyes have seen several generations.

Mu Yang suddenly had a whim, and involuntarily stepped in, Xiao Er saw a new guest coming in, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "What do you want to come to?" ”

Mu Yang's eyes were confused, and he didn't respond to Xiao Er, and walked to the second floor step by step, it was still the private room, and the wooden table that had been newly replaced was also stained.

Xiao Er followed all the way, waiting for Mu Yang's answer, Mu Yang smiled lightly: "Let's have a pot of good dragon wells!"

Xiao Er looked at Mu Yang strangely, and hurriedly walked downstairs, Mu Yang roughly looked at the whole room, and inevitably sighed in his heart that time had flown by, and everything in the past had been wiped out.

Mu Yang took out a gold silk brush more than an inch long from his sleeve, and the pen was also marked with the word "Haoran".

He recalled the scene when he fell out with the clouds at the beginning of the year, if it wasn't for Zixia adjusting in the middle, until later Fengji Zengbao, how could the two of them have such an iron-clad friendship.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly, withdrew the pen in his hand and sighed lightly: "What if you have more friends, think about the seven years when you went out as a child, heh! It is enough to have such a close friend in this world!"

Speaking of this, Mu Yang inadvertently glanced at a corner of the railing of the small building, only to see him sigh lightly, and walked towards the railing.

A row of familiar handwriting on the railing came into view: Demons are demons after all, even if the source of the demons dissolves everything, they will still die at the hands of the old man after all! Ridiculous, sad!

Mu Yang looked at this passage, half shocked in his heart, but in his heart it was more worry.

"Guest officer, your tea is ready!" Mu Yang turned around and asked calmly, "Oh, Xiao Er, do you know who engraved the handwriting on this railing?"

Xiao Er looked at the railing and said in shock, his eyes showed a look of panic, and he kept pacing under his feet, looking panicked: "Ah! When was the handwriting engraved here? When I came to wipe it in the morning, I still didn't see the handwriting, and now I want the boss to scold me!"

As soon as the words fell, the handwriting flashed into light smoke and left, Mu Yang didn't have time to speak, put down the silver two and flew away with the light smoke.

Xiao Er sat on the ground in a daze, with an incredible look on his face, and the handwriting on the railing was long gone, only the tea and silver on the table were still there, and this could only prove that everything that had just happened was not a dream: "Immortals......"

On the hill outside the Valley of the Fierce Demons, Bunsuke was seriously practicing the swordsmanship, his previous flying sword had been taken back by the Famous Sword Gate as early as the zombie cave, so he had to sharpen a wooden sword by himself, and in this cold winter wax moon, he danced the sword alone.

"Broken Sword!" "Intercept Sword!" "Hold the Sword!"

"Pick up the wrist flower!" Wen Fu shouted, his body also danced, and the snowflakes were numerous, only to see him use his wrist as the axis, and the sword was close to the circle on both sides of the arm, and a perfect action was done in one go.

However, at this moment, suddenly a familiar woman's voice appeared anxiously, but Bunsuke couldn't remember who the voice came from: "Help me! Is there anyone! Come and save me!"

When Wen Fu heard this, he couldn't care so much, and hurriedly ran in the direction where the voice came from, only to see that not far ahead, three women from the Phantom Water Pavilion ran towards this side.

At the front is a charming woman, this woman's graceful figure is like green smoke, Wen Fu was stunned, he didn't have time to pay attention to the woman's figure, what made him puzzled was that this woman didn't have the slightest impression in his mind.

Looking behind this woman, his two fellow senior sisters, I don't know why, they walked in a hurry, their eyes were cold and sharp, and they both held swords in their hands, and they were viciously pressing towards the woman running in front.