The people on board were amazed by this wonderful sight.

A building ship that was originally sailing in the clouds actually fell back into the water under their noses.

The world is spinning like a porcelain bowl with water that has fallen to the ground and is put on the table again, which is only seen in life, and it is full of fun.

The pavilion is exquisite.

Rolling mist like dust and sand fills the gap between heaven and earth.

The rising water stains condensed into clouds and mist in the air, and the drizzle continued to ripple on the sparkling water.

Climb high and look far away.

Some of the fairy gates standing on the attic railing are handsome and look into the distance.

Some hold delicate folding fans, and some stand with their hands in their hands, their sleeves fluttering, full of spirit.

Yang Yi came to Louchuan Square, and before Yang Yi could make any moves, those Xianmen families who were proficient in seeing and hearing had already run over to salute.

Of course, the most important thing is to be familiar in front of this little sage, and in the future, walking the rivers and lakes and boasting that he is the pride of heaven who is valued by a dignified saint, it is estimated that few people will not believe it.

Yang Yi was too lazy to be polite to these people.

When he was young, he never looked for any rules, and no one had ever taught him any poetry and book etiquette, let alone facing these old fritters who had been in the mountain sect for so long.

How is it possible to cope with it?

Directly choose to ignore it, and hang it up high.

Yang Yi didn't say a word, and he had learned from an old man in a sixtieth armor who blocked the way.

Unexpectedly, the old man with slightly white temples did not let Yang Yi succeed at all, and took a step to walk with Yang Yi.

And said, "Does the little sage know the mysterious anecdotes of this ancient river?"

Seeing that Yang Yi was still walking towards the railing of the boat, the old man in Huajia didn't feel embarrassed, and said to himself: "According to legend, when the ancient river was widened, there was a dragon hidden here, with a tyrannical temperament, and he liked to destroy the people on both sides of the river with the water of the ancient river, and the people were not able to make a living. ”

"Naturally, the people of the market will not know that this ancient river that has accompanied them for generations has long been occupied by Jiaolong, and it is classified as a natural disaster. ”

"Offering incense day and night, I want to ask the people in heaven to govern the ancient river that is messed up into a pot of porridge, and the result must be that the saint also knows that there is no saint in the sky who will take care of this kind of, which only angers the anger of Jiaolong, and within three years, the ancient river has lost as many as 100 people in a row, so that it has attracted the attention of the immortal sect on the mountain. ”

The old man in the sixtieth armor gushed endlessly.

Returning to the light like a child, chattering endlessly.

Yang Yi still had a facial expression, but just said casually: "And then?"

The old man looked happy, and he didn't care about his old face, and coughed slightly.

Inadvertently, the waist of the old man seemed to straighten up a little, and the afterglow skimmed over a few young and handsome people who were famous and moved, and his triumphant expression was not concealed at all.

But even so, it also made the handsome people around him staggering.

Good guys, others just look at each other and go back to the cowhide to blow into the sky.

This old man actually directly talked to the saint inexplicably?

Everyone couldn't help but keep this shameless method in mind, but they didn't dare to try it lightly.

Who knows what the temper of those high-flying saints and immortals looks like, in case one is unhappy and backhanded, it is estimated that the nickname will be difficult to protect at that time, and he still wants to climb the high branch and become a phoenix.

The old man said: "After that, many monks set up ten formation bans on this ancient river, but the strength of the bloodthirsty Jiaolong has soared, and it can vaguely match the masters of the five realms, and the aura of the ten prohibitions is limited, and as time goes by, there is not one in ten formations." ”

The old man paused, and gasped heavily.

squinted at Yang Yi, but found that the latter didn't look at him at all, but put one hand on the railing, and his eyes fell on the long tide in front of the boat.

The old man blushed and was a little embarrassed.

He didn't care about the laughing eyes of the group of people around him, and continued to speak: "When the last formation was about to be broken, the Dragon Palace surfaced after a thousand years of silence, and the contemporary Dragon King of the Dragon Palace subdued the dragon with the power of one finger, and since then, there have been no natural disasters or man-made disasters in the ancient river. ”

The surrounding people thought that it was a blessing from heaven, so they built many ancestral halls for this ancient river for visitors to offer incense and add incense. ”

"And this ancient river has flourished after the centennial feast held in the Dragon Palace, and it has lost its original twilight. The dragon also disappeared after that. ”

"There is a Yin and Yang family calculation, saying that it is in a deep sleep, maybe it will wake up after a hundred years and a thousand years, as the saying goes, the snake cultivates a thousand years to turn into a dragon, and the Jiao cultivates a thousand years to turn into a dragon, and when the time comes, the realm will skyrocket, and maybe it can also have the power to fight with the dragon king of the Dragon Palace. ”

"Some people also say that this dragon has long been strangled in the cradle by the Dragon Palace, after all, Jiao is also a real dragon sideline, and one sea does not tolerate two dragons, which is extenuating and reasonable. ”

Yang Yi's eyes fell on the surface of the sparkling blue water ancient river, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Yang Yi muttered: "Jiaolong." ”

The rough man's voice came abruptly from behind Yang Yi: "Boy, isn't your skin itchy?"

Yang Yi and the old man turned their heads at the same time, following the sound and looking away.

Sure enough, on the flower bed a hundred steps away, there was a sloppy man chewing grass roots, his eyes were deep, and he couldn't see his true thoughts at this moment.

The old man was startled.

Patronizing the relationship with Yang Yi, a saint, his eyebrows flew and the phoenix danced.

I didn't notice the appearance of this famous evil god.

And it's within 100 steps.

Within a hundred steps, the strongest pure martial artist like the sect master of Qishan Sect took someone's head in an instant, just like searching for something.

The old man of Huajia chewed carefully what the sect master of Qishan Sect had just said, and the hairs on his body stood up, and his heart was hairy, and he couldn't help but shudder.

It's tickling, isn't it?

What is this to the saint who dares to say it, who is itchy.

The saint was angry, and the heavens and the earth hung upside down, and the sky was dark.

Even the sect master of Qishan Sect is impossible to teach a saint to do things, this martial artist is afraid that he will not be able to practice stupidly?

But when he turned his head and looked at the saint Yang Yi beside him, he instantly lost color.

I don't know when, Yang Yi on his side seemed to have changed into a different person, the sage Zhenjun who had no one in his eyes and was domineering in his temperament, but at this moment, he actually rubbed his palm and trotted away in the direction of the sect master of Qishan Sect.

With a courteous face, it seems that he has seen his reborn parents.

This......

What's going on???!

Yang Yi smiled: "Old ...... Oh no, Sect Master, how can I say that. ”

The rough man subconsciously stretched out his little thumb and wanted to stuff it into his nostrils and smash Huanglong.

Yu Guang seemed to catch a glimpse of Lu Su's gaze, retracted his hand stupidly, and saw Yang Yi running over with a fart and sneered: "It seems that the teaching was still not good a few days ago, and you can honestly lie in bed and dream your sweet dreams for the rest of this time." ”

Yang Yi's heart trembled, and he said with a bitter face: "Don't, you might as well just smash me to death with a punch, what kind of situation is it to torture people like that?" ”

The rough man glanced up and down at Yang Yi, who was shy, and waved his hand: "Get out, don't be my sight." ”

Yang Yi sighed.

Torture.

Yang Yi was not afraid.

However, like the Sect Master of Qishan Sect, the fist intent that directly hit the divine soul had already broken through the limit of Yang Yi's mortal body now, and even surpassed it.

Who can withstand this?

It's better to smash your heart with a punch, why should you be so boring if you have this ability.

Yang Yi saw that the rough man didn't mean to change his mind at all, so he touched his nose and walked towards the way back with interest.

Walk into an alley where no one is around.

Yang Yi paused.

The corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible curvature.

Looking at no one, he leaped into the grass on one side.

Palms propped up on railings.

With a slight jump, the whole figure climbed over the railing.

Five or six steps forward, it was the edge of the Longgong Tower.

The next moment.

Yang Yi suddenly took off his pants.

A graceful arc slowly appeared, but it seemed insignificant in front of the majestic Dragon Palace Building.

The boiling water vapor rises, obscuring the ripples of this thin line.

But even if it's not covered, no one will notice.

No one would have thought of it.

A genius who can board the building boat will actually stand on the building boat and face the ancient river......

Pee!?