Zheng Dafeng looked up at the sea of clouds above Old Dragon City, and suddenly said, "Why aren't you wearing a skirt." ”

The Yin God from the small temple slowly emerged in the courtyard, crying and laughing.

Zheng Dafeng retracted his gaze and asked with a smile: "Old Zhao, are you not going to say anything if I ask?"

Yin Shen shook his head and said, "I don't know more about Fan Junmao than you do. However, in the small temple, I heard a fallen foreign sword immortal talk about a gossip that may not be true. ”

Zheng Dafeng was interested, "Let's talk about it, anyway, our brothers are idle all day long......"

Yin Shen sneered: "It's you who have nothing to do, I'm very busy, and the work of threading needles is no better than fighting and killing." It's not right, you are actually quite busy every day, busy talking to a group of women in the market, the gentleman doesn't move his mouth, you should actually go to Guanhu Academy. ”

Zheng Dafeng said with a smile: "Lao Zhao, if you hurt your feelings, you must say less, we can work together, what a fate." ”

The Yin God replied, "It's just a bad fate." ”

Zheng Dafeng shook his head and stretched out his finger to point at Yunhai, "She and I are the bad fate, and our brothers are good fate." ”

Before Fan Junmao entered the dust medicine shop, the Yin God automatically retreated, which was both a etiquette and a rule. So I didn't hear the conversation between the two, but I could see that they were a little unhappy. And the rapid progress of the eldest daughter of the Fan family, from the Dongfu realm where Fan Zheng and the two met for the first time, to a trip back and forth to Da Li, back to the old Dragon City, and when she stood at the door of the alley pharmacy, she was already in the Jindan realm, and the speed at which this realm climbed could no longer be explained by any unborn cultivator, it was too appalling, and the Yin God surnamed Zhao inevitably thought of a certain girl who grew up in the Lizhu Cave, practicing on the mountain, all the talents that are enviable and amazing, may not be able to compete with the fluttering four words "born to know".

Shocking?

This Yin God sighed slightly in his heart.

Fortunately, there are only a handful of such people, looking at the five lakes, four seas and nine continents.

Zheng Dafeng reminded: "Hey, Lao Zhao, wake up, don't be in a daze, continue to talk about the foreign sword immortal who died miserably in the Lizhu Cave Heaven, what is the inside story about the sea of clouds of the Fu family's half-immortal soldiers?"

Yin Shen said: "I don't want to say it, I still have something to do." ”

And so it goes.

Zheng Dafeng looked sluggish, and then said angrily: "Your uncle!"

It's in vain that I'm so optimistic about Zhao Miao, who has the same surname as you.

The bamboo curtain was lifted, revealing a young and beautiful girl's face, it was the little girl who liked to sit next to Zheng Dafeng and eat melon seeds, she smiled and said: "Shopkeeper, do you want to recognize me as an elder?"

Zheng Dafeng put away the old cigarette stick, got up and rubbed his hands, and ran to the girl, "What kind of elders, it seems that there are many students." ”

The girl blinked, "If you are a relative, you will still be born, so what do you have to do to not give birth?"

Zheng Dafeng gestured to put his arm around the girl's shoulder, but the girl bent down, took two steps back, and smiled cleverly, "What's the matter, you want to marry me?"

Zheng Dafeng retracted his hand stupidly, "Be a brother and sister, be a brother and sister." Husbands and wives should respect each other as guests and have a share. ”

The man went to lie on the counter and looked at the graceful appearance of the shop, "The garden is full of spring." ”

The man suddenly smiled and said: "It is better to teach your son an art than to give him a daughter." It is better to teach a son an art than to give a good name. Have you heard this old saying, sisters and sisters?"

Only the girl who was stolen by Zheng Dafeng could read and read, but she didn't like to take care of Zheng Dafeng. After the book was borrowed by the shopkeeper with a dead face, he didn't plan to return it after borrowing, a pharmacy shopkeeper, the pit shop guy didn't feel ashamed of these dozens of dollars, and then the man simply said that he lost it, so angry that she picked up the broom and beat it, the man had to say that the money for the book would be counted in the next month's salary together, according to a hundred dollars. The girl just gave up.,Anyway, I've read the book.,Put it at home.,If it's found out to the father and mother who have been partial to her brother since childhood.,Maybe you'll have to scold her for being a loser.。

Seeing that no one responded, the man had no choice but to offer a killer idea, "That Fan family kid who often comes to our pharmacy, do you want to know what his name is?"

All the women looked at the man.

Zheng Dafeng gloated: "It's called Fan Er, the second of one, two, three." Doesn't this good name match the appearance of a teenager?"

No one wanted to believe it, but the shopkeeper was there to deliberately play tricks on them.

Zheng Dafeng didn't say much about Fan Er, and said to himself: "Fan boy learns martial arts, and he will inherit the family business as a concubine in the future." As for his sister, this little lady's name is good, with deep roots and lush foliage. Fan Jia...... It's a bit exquisite. ”

Zheng Dafeng put one cheek on the table and looked at the alley outside the pharmacy, the wind and rain were coming.

The daughter of the Yunlin Jiang family married into the old dragon city Fu family.

The dowry is absolutely beyond imagination.

I just don't know what name the Fu family will use to set off this bloody storm, and in the end, one family will dominate the old Dragon City, or it may be two.

Zheng Dafeng smiled, these black smoke miasma, it's about Lao Tzu's.

He glanced at a woman, thinking that if he didn't spend some money out of his own pocket to buy some expensive and close-fitting dresses, and give them to wear them, in the summer, if they sweated a little or something, they would become more curvy and exquisite. Zheng Dafeng laughed and wiped his saliva.

This is the day of the gods.

What was the Heavenly Gate Divine General who was nailed to the pillar by a sword, what was the shining frost and snow armor, and what was Fan Junmao who saw through the heavens...... It's never too late to talk about it.

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The Jindan Realm Sword Cultivator contained a wisp of sword qi with the true intent of the sword, and under the premise that the other party had no warning, he attacked the soul of a martial artist of the Four Realms with lightning speed.

Even if Ma Zhi knew that Chen Ping'an's Three Realms foundation was extremely good, he still felt incredible.

At the very least, there should be a stumbling movement, right?

Chen Ping'an mistakenly thought that this nearly three-hundred-year-old old immortal was too merciful in this "sneak attack", so he smiled and said: "Mr. Ma, it's okay, I have been refining my soul in the Three Realms before, and I have suffered a lot, and I can still endure the pain, as long as the sword qi will not hurt the martial arts fundamentals, Mr. Ma can only make a move." ”

"Be careful. Ma Zhi nodded, thought about it for a while, stretched out a hand, and twisted three wisps of sword qi from the cool shade of the natal flying sword with two fingers, and successively rubbed them into small round balls the size of three pearls, glowing with a faint green cold light, it was really like picking up the cool shade of the tree, the old sword cultivator bent his fingers, and flicked three times quickly, and the cool shade sword qi beads formed by the condensation of the three sword qi were condensed into Chen Ping'an's body, and when they swept into Chen Ping'an's body, they made a subtle ding dong sound, respectively for the three souls of fetal light, cool spirit and ghost spirit.

Chen Ping'an had already prepared this time, posing a sword furnace stake to stand still, outside the door of the heart, as if a visitor knocked on the door three times, stabbing the door of the heart with a sharp weapon, cold and piercing, nailed into the soul, people involuntarily wanted to shiver, Chen Ping'an's face did not change, and he had his own way to deal with it, the pure true qi of the martial artist who was like a fire dragon wandered quickly from elsewhere, instantly smoothing the three potholes where the cold sword intent was condensed.

Chen Ping'an said: "Mr. Ma, come again." ”

The old sword cultivator's expression was calm, he was already muttering in his heart, he didn't speak, his fingers were together, and he gently wiped it on the natal flying sword, this time it was no longer the fairy pen of the sword qi condensation, but directly peeled off a whole line of sword qi from the shade, it did not rush to Chen Ping'an, but fluttered slightly, and the cold overflowed, so that the already cool Guimai courtyard suddenly reversed from midsummer to the cold spring season.

That sword qi was gathering momentum between the two of them.

Ma Zhi said slowly: "Fetal light is conceived by the natal primordial god of man, and the natal flying sword of sword cultivation in the world is mostly used as an innate sword furnace, and after the sword is completed, it will be used as a scabbard and a place to raise swords." The three souls are fluctuating in the human body, snakes have snake paths, rats have rat paths, and the three souls are no exception, each with a general soul path. Before, I knocked on your heart with sword qi beads, but it was just three small plates of hors d'oeuvres, but now it is the main meal, it will slightly increase the force, and the weight of the sword intent contained in it will be a lot heavier, Chen Ping'an, take it!"

Chen Ping'an nodded subconsciously.

At the moment when Chen Ping'an made this subtle movement, the corners of the old man's mouth twitched, the sword qi turned into nothingness, and it was already like a bamboo, rushing into Chen Ping'an's physique, and said with a smile: "In the future, you will confront a sword cultivator, a battle of life and death, but don't be so single-minded......"

Pure martial arts, this is the most extreme group of people in heaven and earth, successively refining a total of nine realms three times, refining the body, refining qi and refining the gods, from the outside to the inside, layer by layer, and can continue to feed back the body, so the physique is strong, naturally more outstanding than the qi practitioner. In the final analysis, in the eyes of the monks on the mountain, it is not the Great Dao that is chasing, but the self, in fact, the short life of the martial artist, three hundred years old, can be described as the peak, far inferior to the Qi practitioner.

Compared with the internal and external cultivation of qi practitioners, the physical body of pure martial arts is "too heavy", but it will become a burden, and the Tao of martial arts is too low, and martial arts are too stubborn.

In the name of beauty, it is said that it does not borrow strength from heaven and earth.

Unlike Qi practitioners, it is to build a bridge of immortality, just like communicating the two caves inside and outside, with the abundant aura of the big caves of heaven and earth, watering and tempering the soul of the small caves of the human body, the heaven and the earth work together, and it is naturally easier to live and be immortal.

At this moment, there was a cramp in Chen Ping'an's soul, the kind that he did by himself.

It's a pity that Chen Ping'an is still the sword furnace, and he is as immobile as a mountain.

Ma Zhi raised an eyebrow.

Although he made a lot of moves, but the eyes of the Jindan Realm were there, and the apex flaws of the martial artists of the Four Realms would be as big as a dustpan if they fell into Ma Zhi's eyes, and they would leak everywhere, all of which were loopholes. So Chen Ping'an's nod was an opportunity. But Ma Zhi has overestimated the physical foundation of the young man with the sword in front of him, but it is not enough, far from enough, Chen Ping'an suffered the beating in the Luoluo Mangosteen Building, a pair of leather bodies, "enjoying" is the god drum style of the old man surnamed Cui, the martial artist of the Ten Realms, the three souls and seven spirits, and the cloud steaming Daze style and the iron riding chisel formation, all of which are the essence of the martial arts that the old man has learned all his life, and it is a move that he will still be proud of after reaching the peak of the Ten Realms.

At that time, in order to endure more god-man drum styles, every breath and breath, as well as eighteen stops of sword qi, had already been natural, and then there was the pain of cramps and skinning, and countless dazzling pains, although it was far from the pinnacle of the seventh realm of martial arts, but Ma Zhi's subtle sword qi really couldn't catch Chen Ping'an's flaws, unless it was a force to reduce ten meetings and forcibly break it.

The three strongest realms in the world, the weight of gold.

It's just that the barefoot old man who taught boxing disdains to say it.

Ma Zhi gave birth to a little bit of victory, and then dialed out three wisps of sword qi from the natal flying sword, turning into the body, this time the three swords were together, he didn't believe in Chen Ping'an's three soul route, it was really impeccable.

Chen Ping'an just stood still, and stopped talking, this time he didn't dare to take the initiative to ask Ma Lao Jianxian to increase his strength, he always felt that it would make the old man's face unbearable, which was not appropriate. But although the three wisps of sword qi are sharp and gloomy, like a plough ox turning over the field, on the ethereal three post roads in the body, three ravines are forcibly ploughed out with sword qi, just like three winter streams flowing on the heart, which is cold to the heart, but this kind of bitter sin, Chen Ping'an was still an "hors d'oeuvres" in the bamboo building at the beginning.

Ma Zhi also sensed that something was wrong, and had to raise the height of Chen Ping'an's four realms again, glanced at the flying sword Liangyin that trembled slightly in front of him, and took a deep breath, "Chen Ping'an, I will use the cool shade to forcibly dissolve the void and squeeze into your soul, this heart-wrenching pain, you must be mentally prepared, if you can't hold on, you must take the initiative to speak." Because although Liangyin is my natal flying sword, it is connected with my heart, but after all, it is like breaking into the blessed land of another family, and being covered by your divine soul, which will greatly affect my connection with Liangyin. So don't be pushy. ”

Chen Ping'an removed the sword furnace pile, retreated in one step, and put out an ancient fist fight, holding a fist in his heart with one hand, and the other punch was above his head.

If you raise a leg again, it is actually a bit similar to a statue of a heavenly king in a Buddhist temple, but the shape is similar, and the true meaning is very different.

When Chen Ping'an changed from the Shaking Mountain Boxing Sword Furnace to this boxing fight, his momentum changed completely.

is no longer the sunny boy who talks and laughs with the young Fan Er in Ma Zhi's eyes, and is no longer a calm young man who is restrained when he walks the pile.

And like one

This punch will not be delivered.

Just a boxing fight.

If the Seven Realms Martial Arts Masters of the Old Dragon City, or the Eight Realms Masters who had been hidden for many years, had such an amazing posture, decades or even hundreds of years of tempering, and experienced the pinnacle battles of my life and death again and again, it would be enough, but how old was the young man in front of him?

Ma Zhi didn't know how many times he was shocked today.

Chen Ping'an's mind was completely immersed in it, and there was no longer any flying sword shade in front of him, and there was no longer a Jindan realm sword cultivation.

Only the barefoot old man laughed tyrannically in the bamboo building, arrogant, beating him again and again so that his life was worse than death, scolding him for being a little girl, mixed with some old people who were not Chen Ping'an to him at all, but to the whole world to speak from the bottom of their hearts.

As soon as this punch comes out, it will knock the gods who descended to heaven back to heaven!

If you want to fight the difference between heaven and earth, I will stand up to the sky with this punch!

Chen Ping'an blurted out: "Please take out the sword!"

Hearing such a slightly provocative and suspicious remark from a junior teenager, Lao Jian Xiu did not have the slightest displeasure, his mind moved, and the flying sword turned from solid to virtual, like an iron horse rushing to kill, opening up territory for the monarch.

Chen Ping'an's face was slightly pale, his fists were clenched, his fists moved slightly, and he just stomped his feet heavily.

The ground of the small courtyard shook slightly, and the majestic mountain fist spread out to the ground like a mountain root.

Ma Zhi frowned slightly, and at the young man in front of him, the old man swiped down with two fingers, like a martial artist using a long sword to disembowel the enemy.

Chen Ping'an's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth hard, his cheeks bulged, and the fist fight changed again, but it was still steaming Daze, but it began to shrink, and the distance between his fists was a little closer.

At the same time, all the fist intent flowing outside the body quickly converged into the body, like the palms suddenly clasped together, slapping a fly.

"It's not wise to hold on to it. ”

Ma Zhi sneered, put his fingers together and lifted them upwards again, secretly increasing the weight of the sword intent of the Natal Flying Sword.

Chen Ping'an's shoulders shook slightly, and a punch was suddenly handed out, the fist intent was surging, straight into the sky, and the ancestral laurel shade that covered the weather of the small courtyard revealed the truth at this moment, it was originally like a curtain of water covering the sky above the Gui vein, and it was hit by a punch, rippling with ripples, so that the scene outside the small courtyard began to blur.

The old man said indignantly in his heart: "I don't believe it, the dignified Jindan Realm Sword Cultivator can't teach a little Four Realms martial artist!"

The old man solemnly took a step back, took one hand behind, pinched the sword trick with the other, and said sharply: "Chen Ping'an, the real sword test has officially begun!

The young man's eyes were resolute, and he didn't speak at all, but just put away the ancient boxing and slowly slid backwards and backwards, which was really smooth and pleasing to the eye.

Sword cultivation in the world, there are thousands of sword intents, and they are very different.

The true meaning of the sword that Jindan Sword Xiuma realized is the birth of a sword in the shade of the natal shade, and I hope that there will be no scorching heat in the world, and the flying sword is a cool resort everywhere.

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In the ordinary courtyard not far from the small courtyard of Guimai, the osmanthus girl Jin Su is eating a piece of melon, there is a natural spring on the island, and the chilled melon and fruit are the most delicious, the evangelist of Jin Su, the woman Aunt Gui, she has long been not interested in the food of the world, looking at the cold and glamorous face of the proud disciple on the side, it is at this moment, ordinary eating, but also revealing a natural beautiful bearing, I thought no wonder Sun Jiashu and Fu Nanhua, the two most outstanding young and handsome people in the old Dragon City, had to be moved by the same woman.

Whether Sun Jiashu likes Jin Su or not, of course she likes it, but the woman is reluctant to break the sky, because she doesn't think that Jin Su and Sun Jiashu can become a pair of fairy couples, as Jin Su's husband candidate, in the woman's heart, Sun Jiashu, who is talented and has come to the front of the stage, is the second, Fu Nanhua is slightly better, and it is best to be Fan Er.

It's a pity that the love between men and women in the world is never judged by whether the man is good or bad, and whether the two parties are suitable or not.

Who is to blame for this?

Aunt Gui was a little self-deprecating, she really knew who to blame in the first place, but now, it's hard to say.

She was slightly surprised, and couldn't help but turn her head to look at the side of the small courtyard of Guimai.

Jin Su was puzzled, "Master, what's wrong?"

Aunt Gui smiled: "You seem to look down on the young man surnamed Chen." ”

Jin Su picked up another piece of sweet melon, and said indifferently: "Even if he is taller than the sky, it has nothing to do with me." ”

Aunt Gui seemed to hear some thoughts, nodded, and then said to Jin Su: "You have something to do, go to the shop at the foot of the mountain to get the medicinal materials back first, your grandfather Ma left a message over there, it should have been prepared a long time ago." After you come back, wait until Grandpa Ma speaks, and then prepare a big bucket for Guimai Courtyard. ”

Jin Su said blankly: "What, that young guest wants to soak the potion and boil his body? Isn't this something that only martial artists in the Body Refining Realm need to do often?"

The woman was a little reluctant, "Doing these things for a teenager, Master, I'm a little awkward." This is really not what kind of young lady I am a maid, usually make tea for guests, clean the courtyard, play games with them, sing poems and harmonize, I am also diligent, but I ...... to prepare for bathing people."

The woman smiled and said, "Then Master will do it himself?"

Jin Su sighed, and after wiping his fingers carefully, "I can't go." ”

Not long after Jin Su left the small courtyard, she quickly returned, bringing a group of amazing guests from other continents, she was still a little apprehensive, I don't know why these people insisted on visiting "Aunt Gui", but when she saw that the master was already standing at the door of the small courtyard, she was a little settled, in the depths of Jin Su's heart, the master is omnipotent, and it is by no means an ordinary Fan family guest. Although the master has never been secretive about his own mentorship and cultivation process, Jin Su can be sure of one thing, with the master's vision and tone, even if he is not a Yuan Infant Earth Immortal, at least he should be a Jindan Realm Qi practitioner.

Not only is the cross-continent ferry of Osmanthus Island, but every time the six ferries go back and forth between the Old Dragon City and the Inverted Hanging Mountain, there must be at least one Jindan Realm monk in charge, Aunt Gui is only one of the stewards of Osmanthus Island, and the Qi practitioner of the Sea Viewing Realm, and now with Grandpa Ma, in fact, Osmanthus Island now has three Jindan Realm.

Jin Su really didn't believe that the sky could fall.

That group of people, a total of six people, old and young, both men and women, all from the southeast Tongyezhou, is the largest partner of the Fanjia Osmanthus Island voyage, nearly half of the secret vault cellars of Osmanthus Island, all of them gave them a big package to take, as for those goods are Tongyezhou which unique products, Jin Su a osmanthus lady, of course, can not know, she only heard that it is a big man in Tongyezhou.

In any case, since the master personally came forward, Jin Su also went to the foot of Osmanthus Island to get medicinal materials with peace of mind.

After she left, she couldn't help but glance back, an extremely tall and thin old man, more than half a head taller than the old Dragon City man, crane hair and childish face, the most eye-catching, wearing a thick black robe like ink, clean and clean, it must be a superior robe.

The old man was closely guarding a young man, with an ordinary appearance and very light eyebrows, but he had a pair of extremely narrow eyes, and when he squinted at people, even the golden millet in the cave realm had goosebumps, and he didn't dare to look at him.

Aunt Gui smiled and asked, "I don't know what you are looking for me by name?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and stared, "You are Madame Gui?"

Aunt Gui looked indifferent, "Exactly." ”

The man's eyes became hot, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Jiang Beihai, I am from the Yugui Sect, and now our sect just lacks a cross-continent ferry, I wonder if Mrs. Gui is interested in joining the Yugui Sect?"

Aunt Gui was silent.

The man laughed and said: "All the losses of the Fan family, all the income of Osmanthus Island, calculated in a hundred years, I will compensate the Fan family with a lot of copper coins! I believe that the Fan family does not dare, is unwilling and will not refuse my proposal, Mrs. Gui, what do you think?"

Dongbao Aquarius is the smallest of the nine continents, adjacent to the southeast of Tongye Continent, but it is not small, compared to the Fuyao Continent is a lot bigger, and the Dongtian blessed land of Tongye Continent is a large number among the nine continents, especially the rank of two blessed lands is extremely high. It is so good that many monks from Posa Continent and Julu Continent will travel all the way to Tongye Continent, each with their own needs, and in the end, these monks who landed in the blessed land as "immortals" have a high income, far more than many blessed lands.

On the territory of Tongyezhou, Tongye Sect and Yugui Sect, one north and one south, twin peaks face to side.

The young man of Tongye Continent who helped the Ding family escape is from the Tongye Sect, a sect, which can be named after a continent and stand for thousands of years, which is the best display of strength in itself. This point, with the northeast of Juluzhou, but dare to snatch the north word from the blue island, to the north of the Luzhou, there is a similarity.

A woman in palace costume smiled and said: "Young Master Jiang, you have always lived in a simple place in the sect, and our Yugui Sect is not like the Tongye Sect that likes to show off, and has always been kind to others, presumably Mrs. Gui has heard less about it." ”

Aunt Gui shook her head and said: "Yugui Sect, I am like thunder, the Jiang family who controls the blessed land of the Cloud Cave in the Yugui Sect, as well as the last ten generations of the Jiang family, are all in the same lineage, and I have heard of it." ”

The Jiang man smiled, "Since Mrs. Gui knows it, she still has such a lukewarm attitude, presumably because she thinks that the Jade Gui Sect and the Fan family of Old Dragon City are not in the same continent, and they are separated by a Tongye Continent, so the whip is beyond the reach of the whip?"

In the end, the Jiang man had no silver of three hundred taels here, bent down to make amends, but had a cold smile on his face, and said: "It's rude, it's rude, it's inappropriate, Mrs. Gui doesn't want to blame." ”

Aunt Gui still had a calm and breezy appearance, and said softly: "The oath of the Great Dao involves the cultivation of the Dao and cannot be easily violated. Jiang Gongzi's good intentions, I understand it. ”

The man straightened up, "Oh?"

Aunt Gui suddenly laughed and said, "That oath, there is also a Jiazi period, if Jiang Gongzi is really sincere, he might as well wait?"

The young man suddenly laughed, "Inviting Mrs. Gui to join the Yugui Sect is not my Jiang Beihai's sincerity, as long as Mrs. Gui is willing, she can marry in." ”

Then he waved his hand to himself and laughed: "Jokes, don't take it seriously." Mrs. Gui and rest assured, our Yugui Sect Master and my Jiang family master have admired Madame for a long time, and I can't help Jiang Beihai to do whatever I want and offend Madame. ”

Aunt Gui is still smiling, and she can't find the slightest fault.

The height of a woman's posture and whether her face looks like a country or not may not determine everything.

The thin and tall old man showed admiration in his eyes, but his tone was indifferent, and he said slowly: "Mrs. Gui is kind and generous, as my son-in-law said, the Yugui Sect is indeed very sincere in inviting me, and I implore the lady to seriously consider it, hoping that after sixty years, I can drink a glass of Guizi wine brewed by Mrs. Gui herself in the mountain gate of the Yugui Sect." ”

Aunt Gui nodded slightly.

The two sides said goodbye.

She slowly walked back to the small courtyard, looked up at the direction of the old dragon city, a little helpless, I don't know if it was an illusion, this woman seemed to have a little grievance.

Above the sea of clouds in Old Dragon City, a green-robed woman fell backwards, lay in the sea of clouds, yawned, and said lazily: "There are so many people looking for the dead." Uninteresting, uninteresting, drinking, drinking, ......"

She picked up the ordinary wine jug, raised her arms, and found that there was no wine left, which made the woman think of the underground river and the dragon road, and she made fun of the little drunkard who held the sword and raised her head to drink, how could she be retributed so quickly? As soon as the woman thought of this, she was resentful, and a carp stood up, picked up a handful of small clouds containing the true meaning of rain from the sea of clouds, threw them into her mouth, swallowed it as wine, and chewed the bland and tasteless "cloud wine" fiercely, she was in a terrible mood.

She looked at the osmanthus island on the sea with gloomy eyes, jumping backwards, from the southernmost sea of clouds, just like a child in the alley, jumping squares, until she jumped to the northernmost part of the sea of clouds, after standing still, and then began to rush forward rapidly, raised her head high, put on a posture of holding a spear and was about to throw out, suddenly stopped her figure, and shouted: "Go!"

The sea of clouds is churning like boiling water.

As the woman made this throwing action, a snow-white long sword that she tore out of the sea of clouds, more than ten zhang long, flashed away in the sky above the old dragon city.

On the sea, the osmanthus island ferry is already very far away from the old dragon city.

The tall and thin old man of the Jade Gui Sect suddenly slapped the Jiang family's sister-in-law beside him with a palm.

Standing in place of Jiang Beihai, his arms were blocked above his head, the robe was violently bulging, and there was lightning and thunder in his sleeves.

The entire Peach Blossom Island shook violently, shook endlessly, and splashed huge waves.

Jiang Beihai turned his head and looked at it in a daze, most of the old man's robe had been destroyed, fortunately, there was still the possibility of repair, but there was no flesh and blood on both arms, and the white bones were exposed.

The old man vomited a mouthful of blood, stared at the sky above the old dragon city, stretched out a miserable arm, and said in a deep voice: "Young master, stay where you are, don't move anywhere, don't get close to me, but don't move around at will." ”

Chen Ping'an hung the sword raising glove around his waist, and the flying sword buzzed at the beginning of the year, and he was excited when he met an old friend.

The woman, who had already planned to stop her hand, saw the old man's outstretched arm, "Yohe, is this what it means to ask for another sword?"

The green-robed woman named Fan Junmao leaned back, toes a little, and swept backwards, and then she repeated the previous action, and before throwing out a sword, she laughed and said, "Go you!"

Then she put her arms around her chest, looked at Osmanthus Island with a smile, and sighed: "Even if it is another thousand years, I still like this kind of hard-hearted hero the most, as if I stretch my neck all day long and shout to hack me to death, come to kill me......"

On Osmanthus Island, Chen Ping'an quietly held down the sword raiser, it was too late before, but this time he finally raised his head in time and caught a little clue.

When an old sword cultivator of the Jindan Realm only had his mind swaying.

Chen Ping'an had already closed his eyes and felt the excitement of that sword with his heart.