For the first time, the old Taoist looked at the thin little girl.

A tall Taoist, a thin little girl like a bamboo pole.

Worlds apart.

Under the gaze of the Taoist, the little girl who originally hit her head against the wall of the well in order to get rid of it, as if in the middle of summer, drank a bowl of herbal tea, and it was also in the courtyard of the rich and noble, the white porcelain bowl of plum soup, suddenly there was no pain, panting, leaning against the outer edge of the well, timidly looking at the old fairy, pulled by instinct, her eyes wandered quickly, looking for the "bead" for the old man to hide somewhere.

This is called not remembering to eat or beating.

Fortunately, this Taoist's attitude towards the world, especially good and evil, is very different from ordinary people. I don't care about the little girl's search for life and death, but the old Taoist already knows the identity of the little girl, so he is even more tired of the old Xiucai who keeps saying that "readers only borrow things".

In the early years, the two made a bet that the sour old Xiucai won away a token from him by playing scoundrels and rolling around the shrew, and asked him to protect his life if he met someone holding a token in the future. The old Taoist is willing to gamble and lose, and agrees to come down, but the resentment of the old Xiucai in his heart is not small, and then he saw it again, and learned the Tao once, and the two sat down to talk about the Tao, the kind of reasoning, on the border between the lotus flower blessed land and the lotus cave, otherwise a small lotus flower blessed land, even if the aura is thin, the avenue is difficult to manifest, but it still can't support the battle between the two people. But I don't know when, in addition to these, Lao Xiucai, a stinky and shameless thing, secretly laid such a chess piece in the lotus flower blessed land, which was really dark under the lamp.

The old Taoist stared at the little girl under his nose, his eyes were clear and indifferent, like the sun hanging high, never caring about the warmth and coldness of the world, let alone the praise and disapproval of the world.

In the blink of an eye, the old Taoist saw all the little girl's life experience.

And so it was.

The old Taoist glanced at a certain mansion again, snorted coldly, his resentment was slightly reduced, and after thinking about it a little, he knew the general intention of the old Xiucai, and deduced it a little with mental arithmetic, and felt that it was feasible.

The old Taoist flicked his fingers lightly and hit the center of the little girl's eyebrows, and she stiffened and did not move.

With another wave of his sleeves, the ripples around the well, the old Taoist stepped out, disappeared, in the abbot's place, the long river of time began to flow backwards, including the little girl, all the other invisible subtleties, the rules of the operation of heaven and earth, began to reverse, the little girl "picked up" the books, and finally the picture was fixed on the action that she wanted to spit on the well.

She was a little dazed, and for no reason there was more fear in her heart, she shook her head, but in the end she didn't dare to go wild, holding the pile of books she had stolen, and ran away quickly.

Guniu Mountain is more than 20 miles south of the capital.

On the devastated city, sparsely sparse, there stood a master master who came from the city to appreciate the "battlefield ruins", Yu Zhenyi and Chong Qiu temporarily stopped the life and death struggle, at this moment Yu Zhenyi was silently feeling the flow of breath on the city, as well as the pure sword intent between heaven and earth, Chong Qiu did not have so many thoughts, his hands on a broken arrow stampede, raised his eyes into the distance.

The glazed flying sword came to Yu Zhenyi's side, the closer it was to the city, the slower the flying sword broke through the air, and after it reached the city, it trembled slightly, as if it was a little afraid.

Liu Zong, the knife sharpener, followed the glass sword to the road, jumped on a sparse wall, sat cross-legged, the boning knife in his hand was badly damaged, the old man stretched out his thumb, carefully rubbed the bright mirror blade, arrogant for a lifetime, and finally beat a sword so embarrassed, the world retribution.

Tang Tieyi, the general of the Northern Jin Dynasty, wore the "refiner" on his waist, slowly climbed to the top of the city, picked a vacant land, stood still, and held the handle of the knife, which was magnificent.

In contrast, Cheng Yuanshan, the arm saint who has always hid under the bridge to enjoy the coolness, is really insulting the identity of the grandmaster.

Zhou Fei and Lu Fang also came to Nanchengtou together, followed by Zhou Shi, the hairpin and the crow with clogs.

Jingxinzhai Fan Guan'er also cautiously climbed to the top of the city, not daring to turn into the horse road from both sides of the city road in a bright way, and stepped on the inner wall to climb to the top with light skills, and chose a position, between the national division of the Nanyuan Kingdom and the general Longwu of the Northern Jin Dynasty.

The battle between the two people in the city has evolved into a battle out of the city.

From the head of the city where everyone stood to the top of Guniu Mountain, the dust was flying, like a fish turning its back, and the earth was opened.

The merchant travelers on the official road of the post road outside the southern city have long been dispersed.

Ding Ying not only went upstream, moving forward step by step, handing out a punch, forcibly breaking up Chen Ping'an's long river of sword qi, but also fighting with an injury, bullying himself and approaching, forcing Chen Ping'an to meet the enemy with a sword move, Ding Ying turned decay into magic, and no longer confined to the tributaries of the world's martial arts sects, all of which were used by me Ding Ying, all the moves, and Yu Zhenyi's posture at the bottom of the box of the great grandmaster, plausible, and the divine will is very different.

A palm slapped straight at Chen Ping'an's one person and one sword, but Gangfeng would start behind Chen Ping'an and explode with a bang.

In the snap of his fingers, wisps of sword qi rotated like a water vortex, and the trajectory was unpredictable.

At that time, after knocking Chen Ping'an to the ground, Ding Ying was ragged, his hair was scattered, and he didn't linger, and almost at the same time he swept down the city, always maintaining the distance between the two within two arms, and never giving Chen Ping'an a comfortable swordsmanship and sword intent to the peak realm, Ding Ying can assert that every sword of the white-robed immortal in front of him, the sword and sword are comparable to the sword on the right side of the female sword fairy Sui in history.

Of course, it does not include the Soaring Three Swords on Sui's right.

At that time, the female sword immortal was running from time to time, and in the dark, it was very likely to occupy nearly half of the world's martial arts, and it could not be simply regarded as the right side of Sui.

Therefore, Ding Ying knew that this way of heaven did not exclude the martial artists from flying arrogantly with pure flesh, and even allowed the right side of Sui to absorb martial arts, so the right side of Sui failed to ascend that year, and her shape was broken, and on the way back to the world, she had already turned into dust and her soul was in ashes, or she was poor in strength, no wonder others.

Ding Ying'an punched in the center of Chen Ping'an's sword body, the sword body bent out of a large arc, and the tip of the long sword was almost pierced on his shoulder, Chen Ping'an had to stretch out his fingers together, stick to the tip of the sword, and pull back the arc that was smashed by Ding Ying's punch, and his body retreated, and the dragonfly touched the water, and instantly slid out on the official road for more than ten zhang.

Seeing that Ding Ying unexpectedly did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, Chen Ping'an did not have any luck, and immediately used the Zhenshen head style on "Swordsmanship" to exude sword qi and protect the surroundings.

The fist was like a rainbow, and seven or eight Changhong, which had been condensed into substance, surged and crashed into the sword qi.

Chen Ping'an shifted again and again, thundered again and again, and the sword qi fist was destroyed almost at the same time, emitting a ball of brilliant brilliance. It's like two elite horsemen on the border between the two countries have died together.

Ding Ying kept punching from a distance, and he couldn't talk about boxing moves at all, just the simplest punches, as he wanted.

At the same time as the punch, a light step closes the distance between two feet.

By the time Chen Ping'an finally counteracted all the fists, Ding Ying had already fought closely, and Chen Ping'an couldn't breathe.

Chen Ping'an has been fighting and retreating, and Ding Ying has always been domineering.

At the peak of the momentum of the two sides, Chen Ping'an is the first sword in the city.

In the face of that sword, it was Ding Ying, who was so arrogant that he only had God in his eyes, and he could only retreat, and even his heart began to change.

The peak of Ding Ying's momentum lies precisely in the downwind when he falls downwind, and he flows upward in the torrent of sword qi.

After that, Chen Ping'an began to go downhill, but strangely Ding Ying failed to maintain that momentum and mentality.

The scattered sword qi, no matter how fierce it looks, like a flood bursting the embankment, Ding Ying is confident that he can resist it, at most, he will give Chen Ping'an a chance to breathe after a sword, so that Ding Ying will lose the opportunity.

However, the sword qi condensed into a line of tide, Ding Ying could only avoid the edge.

Three miles outside the city, there is a small hill near the official road.

Ding Ying flicked the tip of the sword with one hand and two fingers, and suddenly pushed Chen Ping'an's chest with a palm.

Chen Ping'an crashed into the mountain bag like a broken kite.

Ding Ying actually directly knocked Chen Ping'an through this small hill, like an arrow piercing the enemy's chest.

Dusty sky.

Ding Ying's palm is so powerful, as long as Chen Ping'an's sword is out of his hand, it can be seen that after the long qi sword is thrown to the apex of the air, it begins to fall, and if nothing else, it will fall near the hill near Ding Ying's side.

Ding Ying squinted his eyes, he couldn't see Chen Ping'an's tragic situation clearly, while not delaying his own sweep, Ding Ying was actually a little hesitant to deal with the sword in front of him, whether to take advantage of people's illness and kill people, harness the sword back, throw it back to the city, and stay away from the battlefield of the two as much as possible, so that this young immortal has no sword to hold, or use this as a bait to ambush Chen Ping'an with a killing move between the lines?

However, the opponent directly made Ding Ying dispel all thoughts.

Ding Ying's heart suddenly became vigilant, creepy, immediately stopped his body, stepped on the ground with both feet, and pulled out a magnificent big fist fight, the fist was like a torrential rain, and it was quickly smashed in the area between the sword and the top of the hill, but even if Ding Ying responded so quickly, there was still a touch of snow white that let the fist smash on his body, from the top of the hill, jumped high, and grabbed it, and the long qi that had fallen under his feet was a few feet high, just held in the palm of his hand.

In order to rush through Ding Ying's fist storm as soon as possible, it was clear that it was already the end of the strong crossbow, but with a sword in hand, Chen Ping'an still wanted to hand over this sword.

As for the power of a sword, will it be greatly reduced, maybe it can only tickle the imposing Ding Ying, or bring a little dispensable minor injury.

Chen Ping'an didn't think about it at all.

In this unbelievable world, on that street, everyone is inexplicably shouting and shouting to kill, as if no one has ever cared who Chen Ping'an really is, whether he is good or bad, and why he will appear in Nanyuan Guojingshi.

This feeling was extremely bad, when Chen Ping'an saw Liu Xianyang on the hospital bed, and walked to the covered bridge alone.

He swore that he would never be like this again in his life, and could only be like a dog, wagging his tail at God and begging for mercy, hoping for justice.

Chen Ping'an has learned swordsmanship for a long time, but what really Chen Ping'an grasped the divine will was not this sword scripture, but the other three swords.

Mr. Qi was in the dilapidated ancient temple, and a sword easily split the formation of the pink-robed Liu Chicheng.

When he fought side by side with Song Yuyao, the old sword saint of the Combing Water Country, Chen Ping'an once used this sword to cut the golden armor.

In Wensheng Lao Xiucai's landscape painting, there are two swords, the sword spirit, Chen Ping'an has learned a little like a god in Nanyuan Guocheng, and then handed out a sword, which directly hit Ding Ying almost thought that he was the second in the world.

Chen Ping'an had another sword against the Great Yue Sui Mountain in Middle Earth.

It's these three swords.

There are two swords in addition, but Chen Ping'an is ignorant, because he is not familiar enough with the person who makes the sword, and the distance is far away, Chen Ping'an has not yet comprehended the divine will that is enough to let him out of the sword.

A sword is the wind and snow temple Wei Jin broke open the sky, and the sword has arrived before the person arrives.

A sword is the Mo family's hero Xu weakly pushed the sword out of the sheath for more than an inch, and there is a mountain in front of him.

Chen Ping'an held Changqi in his hand, and the next sword was Qi Jingchun's acacia wood sword, casually breaking through Liu Chicheng's White Emperor City Mixed Yuan Array.

In Ding Ying's heart, there was a trace of hesitation again, and it was such a familiar sword, wrapped in the mighty sky, the world just had to bear it, on the head of the city, he retreated, and this time he returned it or not?

Ding Ying is high in the air in front of him, one person and one sword.

Chen Ping'an slashed down with a sword.

A golden thread appeared between heaven and earth.

If you learn boxing, you have to punch, and if you learn a sword, you have to make a sword.

I want others to hear what I say.

In an instant, Ding Ying's mind was clear, and his heart was settled.

One sword retreats, two swords retreat, swords and swords have to retreat, where do I Ding Ying want to retreat? How can I wrestle with God?!

Just as the immortal named Chen Ping'an in front of him is the old God, he killed the person in front of him, and then killed the bigger one, it is a new pattern in which heaven and earth are clear and heaven and man are different!

Why don't you just let me Ding Ying do it?!

Ding Ying laughed happily, pinched his hands, and traveled with his spirit, but it was the yin god who traveled the world during the day.

This Yin God took one hand behind him, stretched out his hand with the other, covered the top of his head with his palm, and his voice was not loud, but he said generously in Ding Ying's heart, "If I dissipate the world, can Ding Ying be stronger?"

This is, of course, self-talk.

Ding Ying didn't say anything, but there was a thought that seemed to sneer in his heart: "How to cultivate, I can't be the master, the rules still have to be taught, but the mind is only more, no need to talk nonsense, that is, there is no soul, I Ding Ying only has a physical body, so what? ”

After a while, Chen Ping'an held a long qi in his hand and floated to the ground, looking a little embarrassed.

It turned out that this sword was handed out, and Chen Ping'an's pure true qi was already at the end of the crossbow, and he did his best, but the "meaning" of this sword was too big, and Chen Ping'an's strength at the moment was too small, so he couldn't lift it, and only ended up with a thunderous and rainy ending.

Even Chen Ping'an, a guy like Chen Ping'an, who doesn't care about the sky or the earth once he fights, also feels a little embarrassed.

And the Yin God, who had made up his mind to be split by a sword, just disappeared with his palms and arms, looked at it suspiciously, silently took a few steps back, and retreated back to Ding Ying's body.

The two sides tacitly agreed to a truce for a moment.

Chen Ping'an breathed a new breath.

Ding Ying needs to appease his spirit.

It was at this moment that Chen Ping'an and Ding Ying's hearts were "settled", like a ship anchoring into the water.

The old Taoist by the wellhead came to the city, smiled, and made a decision.

The grandmaster at the head of the city, even an immortal like Zhou Fei, whose strength was intact, did not notice the existence of the old Taoist.

Only Fan Wan'er glanced over there with a sharp heart, but he didn't find it, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Yu Zhenyi looked around and said helplessly: "Practicing the immortal law, trembling, I thought that I would be able to fight with Ding Ying at least, but I never thought that it was far inferior, this world, in the end, Ding Ying is the darling, a cultivator, is there really no future?"

Zhou Fei was surprised, "Old Demon Ding, this means to monopolize martial arts." Did Ding Ying suddenly figure out something and gain the approval of the rules of this world? No, we are all still alive, how could Ding Ying get such a big luck. It's not the Lu dynasty in Aquarius, the emperor lost his mind and went crazy, seeing that the country was difficult to continue, he simply broke the jar and broke it, and secretly gave the half-country martial arts to his son......"

Zhou Fei chattered and secretly had fun, anyway, it was not a big deal to watch the excitement.

Lu Fang asked, "How do you know that the parents of the little Aquarius Continent in the north are short?"

Zhou Fei said with a smile: "After all, Lao Tzu is the head of the Jiang family, how can he completely ignore the affairs of the world, and someone often gives me dreams." ”

Lu Fang was puzzled: "Is this okay?"

"It's a lot of money. ”

Zhou Fei was a little painful, and said angrily: "The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold and is a fart, I have a dream this year, so that the gold and silver mountains are empty." ”

In the distance, Yu Zhenyi frowned, the silver lotus crown in his hand trembled, and those petals suddenly opened, and there was a faint green light among them, breaking free from the shackles, disappearing in a flash, and swept towards the south of the city.

Heaven and earth are all working together.

In all directions, there was an ethereal brilliance rushing towards Ding Ying.

Ding Ying closed his eyes and contemplated, accepting this mighty martial arts of heaven and earth.

And Chen Ping'an's magic weapon, Jin Li, suddenly floated up, no longer showing people in snow-white robes, and restored the true face of the golden robe.

Not only that, but the flying sword in the sword gourd on his waist rushed out.

And there is also a flying sword fifteen in the distance, flying by.

Chen Ping'an stood on the top of the hillside, holding a long qi in his hand, the sword qi flowed in his arms, the first and fifteenth days of the new year lingered around, the reunion of old friends, these two little ancestors who were not very good at tempering, have never been so excited.

Wearing a golden liquor sleeve fluttering, Chen Ping'an suddenly clenched his long breath, and the big sleeves shook with it, and the hunting sounded.

It's just a small hill.

But there are people who are dressed in thousands of posts.

Chen Ping'an and Ding Ying, up and down the mountain.

Each climbed one step higher and reached a new peak, both in terms of cultivation and state of mind.

Ding Ying opened his eyes, glanced at the wine jug on Chen Ping'an's waist, and laughed: "After the battle, I will drink this wine for you." ”

Chen Ping'an patted the sword on his waist, signaling that he had the ability, and he would like to take it for himself afterwards.

The war resumed.

This time, no longer entangled in the distance between the two arms, it was close and far, and within a radius of one mile, there was abundant sword qi and strong qi.

The two sides fought all the way to the Guniu Mountain, flying sand and rocks, from the foot of the mountain to the mountain.

Ding Ying was slashed from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain by Chen Ping'an's sword.

Chen Ping'an's second sword was lifted up by Ding Ying and punched back to the top of the mountain.

Ding Ying slowly ascended to the height, and with a punch in his hand, like the arm of a god with a height of 100 feet, he smashed his arm on Guniu Mountain again and again.

Chen Ping'an broke it with a sword.

Ding Ying, who had won the martial arts of heaven and earth, even went out of his body again, turning into a golden body with a strange height of Guniu Mountain, clenching his hands into fists, and beating Guniu Mountain again and again.

Chen Ping'an should have changed to the-for-tat Yunsheng Daze style, but after holding the long qi, he had no idea of changing to boxing, even if the man and the sword were smashed by the golden-bodied yin god and fell together with the top of Guniu Mountain, he still insisted on fighting the enemy with a sword, the dust of Guniu Mountain had already covered the sky and the sun, and there were constantly boulders rolling down, and he was forced to be hit by Ding Ying A landslide that looked like an avalanche, as well as a mudslide that engulfed countless plants and trees.

The towering Guniu Mountain was beaten short little by little.

The golden robe on the top of the mountain has always stood tall.

Ding Ying's real body walked on the top of the latest so-called mountain, dusty and dim.

Taking advantage of Chen Ping'an's sword to block the Yin God's palm, he smashed the entire palm of Fa Xiang, and the golden light shattered and splashed everywhere, and Guniu Mountain seemed to be raining gold.

Ding Ying ran straight forward and hit Chen Ping'an's forehead with a punch.

A grain of golden light threw an arc from Guniu Mountain and fell heavily on the ground hundreds of zhang away from Guniu Mountain.

That slender golden trail resembles a golden arch bridge.

Ding Ying's fist was swung out quickly.

It is also the thousands of weather of the white rainbow hanging in the sky, and the scenery is magnificent.

Just where this white rainbow landed, it was that golden light.

Chen Ping'an was beaten back more than 100 zhang.

Ding Ying was also very angry with Chen Ping'an's tough physique, and even the Guniu Mountain under his feet was flattened for dozens of zhang, and that guy could still be unaware of it, and the sword did not stop, Ding Ying shouted angrily: "This punch, death is not death?!"

The huge Yin God behind him jumped over Guniu Mountain, and after touching the ground with one foot, his body leaned forward, and the other foot just stepped on the top of Chen Ping'an's head.

Compared to being able to hold the long qi,

As the two fought frantically, becoming more and more hearty, the sword qi continued to explode near the palms and arms, and the robes and golden liquors that withstood the beating of Ding Ying's Yin God again and again, those spiritual qi almost collapsed above Chen Ping'an's head.

Chen Ping'an's mind was completely immersed in the competition with Ding Ying, and he didn't even have time to adapt to these changes in aura, naturally, as if their existence was justified.

Even if there is the pain of the gods tempering the aura into the body, Chen Ping'an can't care about it, just as it is the same pain as practicing boxing.

As for so many chaotic aura, seeping into the skin, flesh and bones, and then entering the acupuncture qi mansion and the soul heart lake, Chen Ping'an had no time to take care of it.

The mountains are high and the water is dangerous, and the road is long and obstructive.

Chen Ping'an looked into the distance wholeheartedly, and some of the roadblocks under his feet seemed to be bypassed naturally, the road was still the same, and there was no other way, so those roadblocks became a part of Chen Ping'an's life process.

The golden body of the law stepped down, and a large pit appeared on the ground.

Ding Ying put on a "take it for granted" boxing fight, the truth of the Taoism, almost "what you want will become, it will become the truth".

With one palm facing the sky, it is horizontal in front of you, and the other hand is clenched into a fist and hammered heavily on the palm of your hand.

Knock it down with a punch.

The wind was surging, the sky was gloomy, and there was a lightning bolt as thick as a tree hugged by several people, and it slashed down in the air.

The Yin God had already retreated, his arms around his chest, and he watched coldly.

Lightning bolts smashed into the pit.

The endless lightning continued to pour on Chen Ping'an, who was bent down and standing at the bottom of the pit. Like a flood overflowing the golden liquor of the robe, it flowed down rapidly.

Ding Ying's eyes tended to be golden and bright, and the last time he hammered his palms with his fists, the sea of clouds in the sky was like a thunder pool, and the thickest snow-white lightning fell, but instead of smashing into the big pit, it slowly landed, and then was held in his hand by the Yin God Law Minister, like holding a long sword.

Then he began to run forward, and gently threw the "long sword" in his hand forward.

Finally, he held the long sword of thunder and lightning with both hands, and stood on the edge of the big pit, the tip of the sword pointed downward, and fell heavily on the head of the person at the bottom of the pit!

You must know that this sword, in addition to the power of thunder contained in itself, also has Ding Ying's understanding of swordsmanship.

Ding Ying tugged at the corners of his mouth, and put his hands behind his back, "I know you're here, is it after Chen Ping'an dies that you will really show up?" You are indeed generous, this immortal named Chen Ping'an is really the best whetstone, what, are you afraid that my strength is too weak and not worth your shot?"

Above the city.

Yu Zhenyi's face was gloomy.

Chong Qiu smiled and said, "What, do you still think that you are an immortal who has achieved cultivation?"

Zhou Fei stretched out his hand to support his forehead, his tone was resentful, and he lamented: "Damn it, we are in the blessed land of lotus flowers, not in the vast world, you can squander the aura at will, and you two are too ...... Well, after Lao Tzu goes back, he must find this Chen Ping'an, no matter what his current realm is, he must know him, it is best to serve as my Jiang family's worship, what if the realm is low......"

Lu Fang interrupted his friend's broken thoughts and sneered: "The premise is that the guy is not dead." ”

Zhou Fei sighed, took away the palm on his forehead, and looked at the side of Guniu Mountain, "It's difficult." ”

In addition to the lightning bolts smashing down, there was also Ding Ying's Yin God Law Appearance, holding a sword, stabbing Chen Ping'an's head.

There is no suspense, even if Chen Ping'an is wearing a robe and golden liquor, even if he is tried his best to stop him on the first and fifteenth days of junior high school, he is still penetrated deep into the ground by this sword.

After Chen Ping'an disappeared, the long sword in the Yin God's hand shattered, and the sword intent and thunder and lightning collapsed in the pit, and the big pit echoed with the sea of clouds in the sky, which was also the rippling appearance of the thunder pool.

The die is cast.

Ding Ying's heart was tense, ready to meet that real opponent.

Really.

On the top of Guniu Mountain, not far from Ding Ying, there was an old Taoist with an unusually tall figure, who said indifferently: "You are just whetstones for each other." ”

Ding Ying was about to speak.

The old Taoist sneered: "Look for death." But it doesn't matter, you Ding Ying is still a little interesting in this life. ”

The world is vast, pure martial arts, the soul of the four realms, and the soul of the five realms.

Chen Ping'an, who hit the sword in the ground, did not get up to fight again.

But in the big pit thunder pool, a young sword immortal in a golden robe appeared, full of spirit, with his fingers together, and he passed in front of him.

A sword hovered in front of him.

It is the same as Chen Ping'an in the city before.

But the difference is that after this golden-robed immortal, there is also a young man wearing straw sandals and sackcloth, whose face is younger than that of the immortal.

A sword is in the world.

Chen Ping'an, an immortal in front of him, smiled and said, "I have a sword?"

Just behind him, Chen Ping'an rushed forward, held the sword, jumped high, just like the sword slashed Dayue Suishan back then, and said loudly: "You can move the mountain!"

This sword goes.

Where is there any first person in the world, Ding Ying, there is no old demon in the world.

Because the entire Guniu Mountain was gone, it was razed to the ground by a sword.

In the big pit, Chen Ping'an shook his robe with the help of Jin Li, who was not suppressed by lightning, broke the shackles of the earth, and "pulled" himself out of the mud.

A vicissitudes of life voice with a little smile, I don't know whether it is sarcasm or narrowness, "This sword is not bad." ”

Chen Ping'an took off the wine jug on his waist, raised his head and took a sip of wine, and asked, "Are you the Donghai Daoist that Chen Lao Jianxian said?

The old Taoist who appeared beside Chen Ping'an shook his head with a smile and said, "There is no Taoist temple? Where I am, the Taoist temple is there." ”

Chen Ping'an raised his sleeves and wiped the blood on his face, but before he wiped it clean, his face was bright red again, and he asked, "Can I scold a few words?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "Look at it yourself." ”

Chen Ping'an's face remained unchanged, and he continued to wipe the blood, "The old-timers have a great way to reach the sky, and they are powerful. ”

The old Taoist nodded and said, "The son can be taught." ”