Heavy rain, muddy.

There was silence.

Only the words of the young man remained, lingering in everyone's hearts.

Everyone was stunned, surprised, and incredulous......

These emotions, like a bit of thick ink, dripping into the blue and white porcelain bowl filled with clear water, instantly blurred and spread.

This iron law...... Blame the comfort? Grabbing

Is this talking about human beings?!

After being hit by an arrow from the iron law, how can there be nothing at all?!

Not only is it fine, but his complexion is a little ruddy!

Everyone obviously watched as the arrow that seemed to tear the heavens and the earth in half shot into Fang Lang's sea of knowledge.

With Fang Lang's second-grade sword cultivation, I am afraid that his soul will be extinguished in an instant, and he who dies cannot die again.

However, at this moment, Fang Lang was smiling warmly in the rain.

Fang Lang's smiling sunshine.

However, the third prince Li Liancheng did not feel the warmth of the sun at all, and some ...... It's just chilling all over the body!

Iron Law...... Can't you kill the young man in front of you?!

It can't be, it shouldn't be!

The iron law hanging over everyone's heads, even if it is Jiupin, does not dare to transgress and disobey.

But why can't you kill a small Fang Lang?

Nan Yehuo held a one-armed sword, and his eyebrows were completely straightened......

None of this is dead?!

Sure enough, his instincts were right!

To kill this son, to kill such demons, is to kill as soon as possible!

Towards the small sword, the green steel sword that had collided with the iron law red arrow countless times was covered with fine cracks, as if it was about to break apart at any time.

But Chao Xiaojian didn't care at all, he was more curious about how Fang Lang could bear the iron law and not die!

The iron judgment is the unbearable weight of life!

Eight grades, nine grades can be killed!

Fang Lang can't be killed?! Ding Ding Ding M

Weird!

Chao Xiaojian looked at Fang Lang curiously, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, the young man who loves swords, is he really favored by God?

In the distance, Wen Ting stood in the rain curtain, staring blankly.

Let the rain wash over his body, blurring his vision.

The iron law that he once feared was ...... Not invincible.

Wen Ting's sloppy eyes gradually fluctuated slightly, Fang Lang carried the iron law and did not die, as if in his desperate black heart, projecting a ray of sunshine!

Let the darkness melt and evaporate little by little!

Since the iron law is not invincible, the fear in his heart is not as strong as before.

Perhaps, one day, he will also have the courage to move towards the iron law...... Swing your sword!

When the shadow in his heart dissipated, Wen Ting began to think about the reason why Fang Lang was not afraid of iron laws.

Fang Lang's actions once again impacted his worldview of cultivation.

This guy ...... It seems that the body exudes a miracle all the time!

If you are a normal monk, you will never be able to withstand the judgment of iron law.

Why is that Fang Lang?

Because he's not normal?

Wen Ting's eyes suddenly lit up, and he understood.

"Purple Root Bone!"

"Could it be because of the mutated purple root bone?!"

What a mutant root bone!

It's terrifying!

In the world, there are not no mutant root bones, but there are few purple mutant root bones, and there was only one thousands of years ago......

Such a difficult purple root bone naturally has something peculiar!

Wen Ting's purple root bones shouted made Fang Lang himself stunned.

However, he also can't think of an explanation, and this explanation is the best explanation.

I had no choice but to raise my hand, follow Wei Sheng's example, and touch the back of my head with a smile.

As long as I don't answer, you can all guess!

Xiao Jian's eyes lit up, yes, purple root bones!

Li Liancheng, who was standing in the carriage, and Nan Yehuo, the sword saint who had a broken arm, were also stunned, and then their eyes flickered, and a few sudden expressions appeared on their faces.

It turned out to be a purple root bone!

Li Liancheng's eyes became more and more cold, and he looked at Fang Lang deeply.

Nanye Huo is right...... Kill this son as soon as possible!

If you grow up and add the help of the Jiang family, it will be even more difficult to deal with!

Thinking of this, Li Liancheng actually regretted it a little.

It's a pity that at this moment, Chao Xiaojian is protecting Fang Lang, and it is basically impossible to kill Fang Lang!

He was stabbed three times by Fang Lang, and these three swords ...... Shiro was stabbed!

He couldn't publicize it, and he couldn't let Dali Temple directly catch Fang Lang, after all...... It was he who did it wrong in the first place.

Moreover, being stabbed three times by Fang Lang is not a glorious thing, how can it be hyped up?

Therefore, those three swords are like three slaps in his face!

"Good."

The third prince, Li Liancheng, stared at Fang Lang.

After a long time, his gaze moved sideways and fell on Chao Xiaojian's body.

"What a Sword Shu Sect."

The Third Prince took out a magic array talisman from the spatial ring and crushed it violently.

This is a teleportation array talisman that can only be drawn by a seventh-grade or higher great art cultivator.

The spatial fluctuations spread, suddenly enveloping him.

The figure of the third prince was swallowed up by the space like a shaking blanket, and disappeared in an instant.

The rain was still falling.

Nanye Huo gritted his teeth, picked up the severed one-arm, and instantly escaped with the fiery red short sword.

Chao Xiaojian really wanted to catch up and stab this guy a few times, but after thinking about it, forget it, Fang Lang needs protection now.

The autumn rain between heaven and earth has resumed its dripping.

The mountains are full of muddy smells.

Chao Xiaojian walked to Fang Lang's side, with white hair and white eyebrows, and his open chest and belly were a little uninhibited.

"You don't have to worry, Li Liancheng was pricked in the belly by your second grade, he won't spread it everywhere, there is a high probability that the monk sent by the eldest prince who was slaughtered by me will become the one who bears the blame for the iron law." Chao Xiaojian said lightly.

"Just now...... Is it the breath of the senior sister in charge? ”

"Tell me more about it."

Fang Lang didn't hide it, Chao Xiaojian came to help him, and he shouldn't hide it because of his feelings.

When Fang Lang finished speaking, a little excitement appeared on Xiao Jian's face, he closed his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

"A wisp of spiritual thought hidden in the Lotus Sword?"

"A wisp of spiritual thought can still exert such combat power, it seems that the senior sister in charge is not dead, this is at least good news."

A few hints of joy appeared on Chao Xiaojian's face.

For Fang Lang, who can activate the spiritual thoughts of the senior sister in charge, he appreciates it more and more, how pleasing to the eye.

In the dense forest in the distance, Liu Bubai and Ni Wen walked over cautiously.

The battle that had just taken place here made them completely breathless, and they didn't even dare to take the lead.

Wen Ting glanced at the two of them and sighed: "You can't stay in this place, let's go directly to Chang'an City." "Grabbing

He looked at Fang Lang again: "You have completely offended the third prince to death this time, with the arrogant and domineering character of the third prince, he will definitely not let you go easily." ”

"Next, it is safest for you to stay in Chang'an, the palace test is imminent, and he will not dare to touch you in the city."

"But after the palace examination, if you don't get the top prize, the situation may be worse than before."

Wen Ting took a deep breath and said.

However, it is not easy to win the top prize.

What's more, it's a scientific expedition where demons gather this time!

Jiang Linglong, Li Yuanzhen, Wei Sheng, Ximen Xianxian...... All of them are geniuses who have the posture of champions in the past!

That's right, if Fang Lang wants to win the champion, he has to defeat Jiang Linglong.

"That's it, enter Chang'an, I'll give you a good calculation and make a detailed palace test plan......"

Wen Ting said.

Then, a few people did not continue to stay in the stormy Qiuling Demon Que Hunting Ground, and left with their swords, tearing through the hazy smoke and rain between heaven and earth, and speeding towards Chang'an City.

……

……

There is rain in Chang'an.

It took a long time.

The suspended golden iron law began to gradually converge its brilliance and fell silent.

The breath that suppressed the entire Chang'an City gradually dispersed.

The sound of the wind and the rain recovered, and the world returned to a noisy place.

In front of the tavern.

Lu Taixuan and Cui Cheng glanced at each other, and they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

The two of them silently turned their backs to each other, and scattered to each end of the alley.

One goes to the palace, and the other goes to the palace of King Wu.

The water in the alley is accumulating more and more, and it is getting more and more turbid.

……

……

The glazed tiles dripped with rain and fell down, as if they had turned into curtains and were constantly spreading.

A wave of spatial fluctuations spread.

Countless rains automatically converged in the air to form a magic array, and then exploded, like a pouring rain.

The figure of the third prince emerged from it, and after staggering for a while, Fang was holding his abdomen to steady.

Li Liancheng's face was pale, and there was still a little palpitation in his eyes.

It's not just a shock to Xuanyuan Taihua's spiritual thoughts.

It was the palpitation of the sword that pierced into his abdomen.

The tingling sensation made him remember it very deeply.

It might even create a nightmare that will wake him up in the middle of a lonely night!

Suddenly.

Li Liancheng raised his head and looked into the distance.

There, a middle-aged man in a plain white robe, holding an oil-paper umbrella and carrying one hand behind his back, stood in the rain, quietly watching him.

Li Liancheng covered his abdomen and looked at him.

The raindrops in the eyes of the two seemed to be frozen.

"Brother Emperor."

Li Liancheng clenched his palms.

The man in the plain white robe just looked at it lightly, his eyes were extremely deep, like a vast starry sky, Li Liancheng subconsciously looked away, not daring to look directly at him.

He, the eldest emperor's brother, is too deep in his thoughts, and he is afraid that if he looks at each other for a while, he will be able to find out everything.

The eldest prince looked at Li Liancheng calmly, for a long time, shook his head, turned around and disappeared into the rain curtain palace with an oil-paper umbrella.

didn't say too many words, but that look alone made Li Liancheng's mentality a little bursting.

No verbal sarcasm, no sneering.

But just a look, as if to say, you Li Liancheng is such a waste, you were actually put the blood of the royal family by an ordinary person, and the face of the royal family was lost.

A look brought endless spiritual contempt to Li Liancheng.

A slap in the heart.

On this day, Li Liancheng felt that he was miserable to the extreme.

……

……

In front of Chang'an City, the night is getting deeper.

There was rain in the middle of the night, and the whole world was hazy.

Jiang Linglong held an oil-paper umbrella, staring blankly at the iron law that gradually disappeared into silence, his heart was trembling inexplicably, and he had palpitations and panic inexplicably.

The red arrows condensed from the iron law seemed to carry the determination to kill everything.

It's as if the gods are going to be shot!

To whom is the Iron Red Arrow heading? 巘戅书仓网戅

Who are you going to kill?!

That direction is the Qiuling Demon Que, Fang Lang is over there, that palpitation in the depths of her heart, she has an intuition for no reason, the iron law arrow is heading towards Fang Lang!

On the other side of him, Wei Sheng also touched his head and took a deep breath, why did he have an inexplicable intuition that the Iron Law Red Arrow would shoot Fang Lang a second-grade sword cultivator?

Can Fang Lang hurt the third prince?!

Jiang Linglong wanted to get back into the carriage and let Zhao Wouji rush to the Qiuling Demon Que.

However, a figure wearing a hat appeared above the carriage, and the leather scabbard was gently lowered, knocking on the roof of the carriage, shaking off a lot of stagnant water.

"Girl, you don't have to go, they should be back."

The figure raised his head, revealing a face that was more handsome than the woman, and said lightly.

This is Jiang Linglong's brother-in-law, Dali Temple Siqing, Pei Xiao.

Jiang Linglong was stunned and did not enter the carriage again.

Instead, he held an oil-paper umbrella and stood on it, his long eyelashes trembling, looking into the distance.

But I saw ......

Outside Chang'an City, the endless hazy smoke and rain were torn apart!

A luxurious flying sword crushed the autumn rain that fell from the sky, as if in the ink-splashed landscape, roaring.

On the flying sword, Fang Lang sat cross-legged at the front, with a sword box on his lap, and obsidian and lotus sheng were hidden in the box.

He raised his head and looked at the ancient city that was gradually becoming clear in front of him.

His gaze froze.

It landed in front of the ancient city, and the official road was beaten by the pouring rain.

He saw the old ginger standing on the carriage, wearing a veil, the gauze skirt flying in the autumn wind and autumn rain, and blinking eyes like stars!

A warm and bright smile bloomed on his face.

Lao Jiang, Chang'an, I'm here!

on the carriage.

Jiang Linglong looked at the smiling bright Fang Lang, his eyes were bent into crescent moons, and he couldn't help but relax the heart he had been carrying.

It's okay.

……

On the official road, Wei Sheng, who was holding a black knife, shook his head.

Is Fang Lang smiling at me?

What's going on with this inexplicable damn familiarity?

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