Lin Yu's eyes froze, and he used his spiritual power to perceive the surroundings, and then his brows furrowed.

Luo Chen and Ah Huang hid behind a half-collapsed stone statue.

Ah Huang saw Lin Yu's gaze looking at them, his face was shocked, and he said: "This demon girl has seen us, it's bad, I regret that I shouldn't have listened to you, the powerhouse of the Xia Realm, wherever the spiritual power goes, there is nothing to hide." Now it's good, boy, let's wait for death!"

Lin Yu smiled crookedly, and immediately made a resentful expression, and said, "Young Master Luo is so afraid of what I do, I won't eat you." ”

"Let's go out, Lin Yu won't kill me yet. ”

Luo Chen walked out and said, "What I said just now, wasn't the bloody battle terror killed by this senior?"

A bright color appeared in the eyes of the ink pen painting, Luo Chen, this kid is the same as Lin Yu, when he stood in front of him for the first time, he was very calm, and if he was a bystander, he would have groveled a long time ago, how could he still have such confidence to ask.

"It is worthy of Xiao Langjun in the young lady's photo, he has reached the Five Qi Dynasty Yuan Realm that many people can hope for, and has survived two thunder tribulations, and he will definitely soar to the sky in the future. The ink painter exclaimed.

"Old man Mo, don't talk nonsense, he's just a pawn for me to use, so he can't die now. ”

"Don't worry, I won't die without your protection. Luo Chen said.

The ink pen painter Weng laughed and said, "Okay, you two little girls will quarrel again later, my old man is still there." ”

Lin Yu's face turned red, and there was an indescribable sense of beauty, which made Luo Chen's face stagnant.

The ink brush painting Weng was not teasing the two of them, and suddenly said with a solemn face: "Blood War Horror has inherited all the exercises of Blood Feihong, and he is also a martial artist in the Easy Realm, if you want to kill a martial arts myth, you must be fully prepared." ”

"Even if everything is ready, it will take a lot of effort to kill the bloody terror, and it will not be easy. ”

Lin Yu said: "In this way, this person can kill the bloody terror in an instant, and his skill is still above Mo Lao?"

The ink painter nodded slightly, acknowledging that the man was above him.

Luo Chen said: "Can Mo Lao see that person's strength and way of coming?"

Mo Lao shook his head and said: "I have never seen this person, just a glimpse, his qi domain, no, he has cultivated his own Dao domain, at that moment, the entire Fog Hidden City, as if it was under his control, the rules of the Heavenly Dao of cultivation should be the ghost Dao." ”

"Ghost Dao? It's similar to the cultivation of a few old men in the black market. Lin Yu said thoughtfully.

Luo Chen was silent, his expression was thoughtful, with a look of shock and a little hope, and a storm had already set off in his heart.

Cultivating the ghost path, he knows a person well.

The king of beasts, boundless.

Should have the strength to kill martial arts myths.

The ink brush painter noticed Luo Chen's expression, showed a rather meaningful smile, and said, "Does Luo Chen's little friend know who this person is?"

"Hmm, you know?" Lin Yu raised his eyebrows and cast a scrutinizing gaze towards Luo Chen.

If this person is acquainted with Luo Chen, it means that there are also masters behind Luo Chen.

Lin Yu saw that Luo Chen's exercises were very extraordinary, if Yuej had the guidance of a master behind him, it would make sense.

"How would I know?"

Luo Chen is not familiar with Lin Yu, and he has a somewhat hostile relationship, how can he be heart-to-heart with her and tell his guess.

The ink painter Weng didn't know whether to believe or doubt, and nodded slightly: "No matter who this person is, if he belongs to that mysterious force, it will be a tricky thing for our black market." ”

This person's realm, above him, maybe, is already a golden body powerhouse.

But his intuition told him that this person could never be the Golden Body Realm.

Because he clearly sensed that this person's aura was still in the Freedom Realm, it might be the peak, only one step away, and the Blood Feihong and Chongshan County King were all half-step golden bodies.

But to be stronger than all of them.

There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people, and the ink and pen painter can only think of this, because he knows that although he can have a place in the Eight Desolation Heaven Domain, once he goes out, there is absolutely no arrogant capital.

Just like the Eight Desolation Sects, there are some terrifying existences in them, even if they are the masters of the Drifting Snow Sect, they don't dare to provoke them.

The ink brush painter Weng sighed slightly and looked at Lin Yu and Luo Chen.

They are all extremely talented people, and in the heavy mountain range, there is no young martial artist who can impress him.

Lin Yu, whose background is unknown, is twenty years old, and his heart is beyond ordinary people.

Luo Chen, seventeen years old, the realm of real people, has reached the supreme realm.

At least no one in the Heavy Mountains and Mountains, or even the martial artists of the Eight Desolation Heavenly Domains, has ever done it.

In the heart of the ink stroke, a trace of waves suddenly appeared.

Lin Yu looked at Luo Chen seriously, and stretched out a hand as white as snow, which was very beautiful.

Not long ago, her green jade hands and nails were like knives, and she had cut the head of a disciple of the Blood Hidden Sect.

Luo Chen consciously took a step back and said, "Miss Lin, if you don't kill me, I will leave." ”

"I won't kill you, but, don't think about leaving, Old Man Mo, do you think you will deal with him like this?" Lin Yu stretched out his hand in the air and shook it, making a posture that you are for fish and I am for swords.

"Of course, you can't let him go, arrest him back, and be the old man's closed disciple. The ink brush painter grabbed Luo Chen's shoulder with one hand, so that Luo Chen didn't even have the ability to resist, and was directly arrested.

Xu Sansi's figure hurriedly came, his voice resounded like thunder, and said, "Master Weng, please leave Luo Chen!"

"Wow!"

The ink pen painter Weng didn't care about Xu Sansi at all, and pointed out casually.

A condensed dark beam of light flew out from his fingertips, faster than the speed of sound, and pushed Xu Sansi Shengsheng five hundred meters away with lightning speed, but he was not hurt at all.

"Xu Sansi, you should be glad that the old man didn't kill you, go back!"

When he said this, the ink and pen painter Weng had already taken Luo Chen and Lin Yu to a place that was not far away.

Xu Zhaoyuan said anxiously: "Father, Senior Brother Luo was captured by the master of Huaiyutang, and he is more than lucky!"

Xu Sansi is known as a "virtuous gentleman" in plain clothes, he doesn't like anger, he is gentle and benevolent, but at this moment he is extremely angry, but he can't do anything, he gritted his teeth and said: "In broad daylight, he actually forcibly took away my Moyu Sect's personal disciple." If the rumor goes out, won't it become a joke for me to wait for the Moyu Sect, I will go back to the Ming Sect Master and crusade against Huaiyutang!"

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The five-finger peak resembles the five fingers of a human being, hence the name.

Its peaks are narrow and biased towards heavy mountains, and there is only one steep path to pass, and mortals cross the peaks, which is shocking.

Seeing the crane-haired and child-faced old man in the distant sky, the monks on the peak all knelt down to greet him.

Ink and pen paintings, adults are back!

In the eyes of these monks, the ink brush painter is a figure who stands proudly on the top of the world.

Now, two young men and women came back behind them, and they couldn't help but look sideways.

The ink pen painting Weng and Lin Yu and Luo Chen slowly landed on the ground, ethereal and dusty, and the iron pen on his back flashed with silver light, cold and terrifying.

"This is Miss Lin, the helmsman of the Lingwu County Guohuai Yutang, in the future, when you see her, it will be like seeing me. The ink pen painting Weng said majestically.

"Subordinates obey orders! Meet Lord Lin Helm!" The monks looked awe-inspiring, obeying the words of the ink strokes, and naturally showed a respectful look to Lin Yu.

From the eyes of the ink and pen painters, they saw the courtesy and respect for this Lin Yu, this woman must not be as simple as a third-class county helmsman.

And Luo Chen followed by his side, and he also received scrutiny of the eyes, making them feel that he was also an extraordinary junior.

"The old man is not talented, he picked up an apprentice on the road, his name is Luo Chen. The ink pen painter Weng said tepidly.

"Oh, it turned out to be a disciple of an adult, disrespectful! disrespectful!" These monks showed their shocked faces again, and they hugged their fists at Luo Chen, respectfully.

"When did I agree to be your disciple?"

Not only Luo Chen was surprised, but even Lin Yu didn't expect that this old man Mo really wanted to accept Luo Chen as an apprentice, not just talking.

"Old man Mo, have you thought about it?" asked Lin Yutan.

The ink brush painting Weng is the head of the Seven Scattered People in the Snow Department, and naturally has outstanding points, and he has very profound attainments in the understanding of the rules of heaven and the cultivation of spiritual power.

Luo Chen is now in the realm of real people, and the next step is to condense his qi domain and become a martial artist in the Xia Realm, and the cultivation of spiritual power and heavenly rules is the top priority.

If you get the guidance of the ink pen and pen, you can get twice the result with half the effort and take a shortcut.

Ink pen painting Weng said: "Of course I have thought about it, not so much that he worships me as a teacher, it is better to say that I picked up a good apprentice for nothing, how high his achievements are in the future, how beautiful my old man's face is!"

We don't know what bad intentions this old man has, but it would not be a bad thing if he could learn all his knowledge. Seeing that Luo Chen wanted to refuse, Ah Huang hurriedly sent a voice to persuade him.

"If I recognize him as a teacher, won't I become a slave of the third surname? What's more, he is a person in the black market, how can I gain a foothold in the future?" Luo Chen said.

Ah Huang didn't care and said: "What's this? Now is the time to gather everyone's strengths, while you are not yet finalized, there is no harm in learning one more exercise, why care about other people's eyes?"

"What else, you say?"

Luo Chen still hesitated, didn't want to agree, the ink brush painter Weng also saw his thoughts, laughed evilly, and didn't care about Luo Chen's thoughts, as long as his old man taught him strongly, he was not afraid that he would not admit it in the future.

With a flick of his hand, he locked Luo Chen in a small dark room.

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Ten days later, in the main hall of Moyu Peak, everyone gathered together.

Le Zhengyouzhu and Yu Ziqing sat on the side, looking at each other and smiling.

When the battle in Bailu City was flying, Le Zheng Youzhu went to the Holy Poison Peak, conquered the old father-in-law's parting heart, and finally let him accept his son-in-law.

He also understood the reason why Yu was stubborn before parting and insisted on refusing the two of them to be together.

The Holy Poison Peak's family heirloom Heart Law Holy Poison Sutra needs to be immersed in all kinds of highly poisonous things since childhood, men are fine, but women will become yin and poisonous bodies.

Yu Biali didn't want Yu Ziqing to practice this skill, but he didn't expect that this daughter had a very high spirit, and she was dedicated to martial arts, and she actually secretly learned the Holy Poison Sutra.

By the time he found out, it was already too late.

Once a man interacts with a woman who cultivates the Holy Poison Sutra, he will inevitably bleed from his seven orifices and die of internal organ failure.

For women, they will lose the Yin Yuan, so that they will not make any progress in cultivation and become a waste.

After Le Zheng Youzhu found out, he did not flinch, but bluntly told his love for Yu Ziqing, even if he didn't have an heir, he would not regret this life.

Yu Bieli made an agreement that as long as Le Zheng Youzhu could stay under the Seven Poison Pools of the Holy Poison Peak for seven days and seven nights, he would promise the two of them to be together.

Seven poisonous pools, captivity of seven kinds of the world's most poisonous insects, if people are in it, the light will be sanity, malaise, heavy loss of life, there is a worry about life.

No one has ever dared to stay in the Seven Poison Pools for more than one night.

But Le Zheng Youzhu did it, and after seven days and seven nights, he dragged his seriously injured body and moved Yu Farewell.

Yu Ziqing looked at Le Zheng Youzhu in front of her with gentle and loving eyes, and said, "Your meridians were injured by the seven poisons, and your cultivation fell, will you regret this decision to be with me?"

"Fool, how could I regret it?" Le Zhengyouzhu said with a smile, clenching Yu Ziqing's hand.

"Youzhu, you see that you are now showing affection and recuperating a lot, the sect master has spent a hundred years of effort in order to restore you to your original state, and now even he himself needs to cultivate for a period of time, you can't sink!"

Tian Wuliang's voice sounded from behind them, admonishing.

Le Zheng Youzhu nodded and said, "Don't worry, I have already obtained Ziqing, and I will not let my uncles worry in the future." ”

Jiang Minghao also came over and said quite worriedly: "Now that Zhaoyuan kid is unhappy every day, after Luo Chen was taken away by the ink pen painter in the black market, he has been thinking about going to Huaiyutang to find Lin Yu for justice." ”

Tian Wuliang's eyes also sank, and he said angrily: "That old man in the black market is too deceitful, when there is no one in my Moyu Sect, he arrested our disciple and claimed to accept Luo Chen as his closed disciple, what kind of system is this?"

Xu Sansi and Jiang Juezhi once went to Wuzhi Peak to visit the ink pen painter Weng and asked him for Luo Chen, but they were refused.

But when he learned that Luo Chen was in retreat to consolidate his cultivation, he no longer went to make trouble.

The ink and pen painter Weng said that when the Chongshan Conference is held, Luo Chen will naturally be seen.

Although Le Zhengyouzhu's face was a little pale, his spirit was very hearty, and he said with a smile: "I heard rumors that the little junior brother has become a closed disciple of the ink pen painting, but he has made quite a difference, but the Chongshan Conference is imminent, and everyone deliberately presses the realm not to break through, otherwise, the little junior brother is estimated to be already a strong party." ”

"Then I have to see on the heavy mountains in a few days, Luo Chen has been taught by the ink and pen painters, what is his strength. ”