"All in all, when you reach the corona realm, come to Dongying to find me, and I will help you into the vastness. ”

Nian Xingchen was expressionless, staring at Yuan Lang, silent, he couldn't fully trust Yuan Lang, and he didn't have much friendship with him.

"Why, can't you trust me?" asked Yuanlang with a chuckle.

"Why should I trust you?"

"I have a way to save Hanazaki, even if it's a very small chance, wouldn't you want to give it a try? Or do you have a better way?"

Nian Xingchen nodded, "Then I'll believe you once!"

Yuan Lang stuck the scabbard on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, "If I can really save my junior sister, I will take you two to a place where there is no dispute with the world." ”

"Thank you, Senior Brother Yuanlang. ”

Yuan Lang raised his hand, his palm facing Nian Xingchen, and his words were quite excited, "Senior brother doesn't need to, those who are beginners are not qualified to call me senior brother, just call me by my name!"

The next morning.

After a little rectification, the two teams continued to embark on the road to the north.

Ethereal Peak, Breeze View

At this time, Ouyang Zichen, who was meditating in the contemplation, was a disciple of Ethereal Peak in front of him, his white eyebrows suddenly tightened, and then a colication hit his heart, and his body fell down directly.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Senior brother!"

A group of disciples and the senior brothers around them all leaned over one by one, and before they could help Ouyang Zichen up, they heard the constant muttering of the head of the sect who had fallen to the ground.

"Leisurely sky, smoke disappears! Why! Why! Why!" Ouyang Zichen's thin hand suddenly stretched out and pointed outside.

His hand was palm-shaped, as if he was about to take the blue sky, and his mouth kept repeating the same words, and Ouyang Zichen fainted directly with an empty mind.

"Carry the head to the bed! Senior sister, you take care of the overall situation, and the two of us will take care of the senior brother!" The other three elders naturally stood up to preside over the overall situation.

But the old woman kept silently thinking in her heart, and the smoke disappeared, and the smoke disappeared, and the smoke disappeared......

Senior brother, have you understood something?

"Hahahaha, come and drink, come and drink!" Just as a group of disciples walked out of the hall with the head of the house, a Taoist priest in a gray robe outside the hall was holding a wine jug in his hand, his face was drunk, and his body was swaying.

As soon as he bent his body, the whole person was raised towards the back, like a curved bow, and he picked up the wine jug and poured it into his mouth.

"Fourth Senior Brother is going crazy!" I don't know who shouted in the crowd, the face of the Taoist priest who was drinking changed, his original drunken state was completely gone, and the wine jug in his hand was also thrown to the ground!

"Today, I will be on a par with you!" the Taoist priest raised his head and roared, and a wooden sword appeared on his right hand at some point.

"Run!" The disciples outside the view were all panicked, and some of them supported Ouyang Zichen and fled.

"Rebel, stop it!" A dark shadow flashed in front of the drunken Taoist priest, who was one of the three elders, he was short and fat, but the scar on his face gave people a serious feeling.

This person is one of the elders of the Ethereal Peak, the wind and thunder, the thunder is immeasurable!

"Wait for the night! Ann dares to stand in front of me. The drunken Taoist priest was not only fearless, but disdainful, his steps staggered from side to side, and the sword in his hand was extremely unstable.

"Senior brother!" the other two elders also flashed out of the hall.

"Go ahead, I'll clean up the disciples I taught!"

The two elders nodded, as if they were extremely confident in Lei Wuliang's strength, and immediately left.

Lei Wuliang shook off his dust and snorted coldly, "What a traitor!"

"Let's take me two moves!" The drunken Taoist priest directly threw out the wooden sword with one hand, and his body flew out and pounced on Lei Wuliang together.

The dust whisk in the old man's hand suddenly turned into the toughest sharp weapon, directly resisting the sword peak of the wooden sword, he pulled his steps back, and the whisk in his hand also spun up.

The drunken Taoist also arrived in front of Lei Wuliang, and a leg sweep forced Lei Wuliang to stop, and then his right hand drew the wooden sword that was stuck in the dust.

"Oh dry!"

The Taoist priest rolled back, his right leg bent, and he almost didn't stand firm, he said the name of his move indifferently, and then with a laugh, he stepped out of the wind!

Lei Wuliang's white hair was directly blown up by the strong wind of this drunkard, his eyes were all the while, and the dust in his hand waved extremely quickly, blowing a puff of dust on the ground.

The wooden sword in the drunkard's hand seems to be as ordinary as theirs, and it must have a mystery.

After he held the sword, there was only a little breath left on the spot, and the strange pace made Lei Wuliang push backwards, and an intoxicating person was out of order.

The old man's brows were locked very tightly, although he told his senior brothers and sisters to go with peace of mind, but for his own personal disciples, he couldn't help but leave some back.

"Old man, look down on me?" Lei Wuliang was still thinking about it, but the drunkard had already arrived in front of him, and the wooden sword in his hand was full of light lines, and he slashed it on the handle of the dust.

Lei Wuliang felt the hand holding the dust trembling wildly, and he had to let go, but slapped it on the drunkard's chest with a condensed palm.

The two of them each took a few steps back, and the thunderous dust had been split into two pieces, and with a wave of his right hand, a handful of dust in the Qingfeng Temple came to his hands again.

The drunkard didn't feel pain after being slapped in the face, but stood up and burped, nodded and said, "Just now, I have used seventy percent of my strength, and Your Excellency's skill is profound!"

"Your sword is no more than Er'er. Lei Wuliang said sharply, "I don't plan to keep my hand either!"

"Hahaha!" the drunkard Taoist priest looked up to the sky and laughed, his right hand flung the wooden sword behind him and floated, leaning directly on it, "Okay!

The wine jug was thrown to the ground, and the wine in the jug had already spilled, and the drunkard lightly tapped it with his right hand, and the wine rose into the air and really poured into his mouth, drank it all in one gulp, and wiped it with his robe.

"Why save today's wine for tomorrow?"

"There will be a lot of hardships in the coming days, only I can suppress thousands of people with a sword!" the drunkard's face turned pale, and he slowly held the wooden sword behind him in his hand.

Lei Wuliang didn't attack first, he was helpless, his apprentice actually became like this.

"Tianqian Sword, Tianqian Sword, why are you using a wooden sword?" the drunkard said to his sword in a reproachful tone.

"Oh, yes, yes, I'm a Taoist priest! How can I, a Taoist priest, bring a weapon to kill!" he smiled wryly and hugged his wooden sword, as if to pour out his words.

"But I'm the pride of the sky!I'm one in a million!" Then, he frowned again, and looked at his sword with anger, "Why are you Tianqian?"

"Xingyi. Lei Wuliang saw his apprentice talking to himself to his sword, and the dust in his hand was also put away.

"Who is Xingyi!" The drunkard picked up his sword again, gritted his teeth and looked at Lei Wuliang, the look of the prey that was tearing apart, "Xingyi is dead!

"Child!" Lei Wuliang reacted greatly when he saw that drunkard hearing that name, and his heart ached even more, this is his apprentice who treats him as his own!

"I am the master of the Tianqian Sword! I am the Five True Persons of Ethereal Peak! Yes, it is ......" he raised his sword and shouted at Lei Wuliang.

"Yes, yes......" As he spoke, the sword in his hand shook, and his right hand was released, and his eyes were dim, "I am, I am ......."

"Okay!" Lei Wuliang's tears could no longer be contained, and rolled down directly on the old man's face.

"No, no, I'm not Xingyi, I'm not Xingyi!" he shook his head frantically in denial, "No, no. ”

He began to look around, walking aimlessly, "No, no, I'm not!", the pain in his head made him clutch his head.

Lei Wuliang was just about to step forward when the drunkard Taoist priest scolded: "Get out of the way!

He clutched his aching head and gritted his teeth tightly, "I'm not Xingyi! I'm not! Xingyi lost, Xingyi died, but I didn't lose, I won't lose, I didn't die!"

"Ahh

After saying this, his mind was empty, his hand also released his head, and his right hand summoned the wooden sword, "Tsuda Yuanlang, do you think you can beat me?"

The cold light emitted by a wooden sword made Lei Wuliang directly difficult to despise, Tianqian Sword!

The drunkard Taoist priest pointed his sword at Lei Wuliang, "Tsuda Yuanlang, take my move, and I will count you as a winner!"

His face was expressionless, his hair was messy, there was foam at the corners of his mouth, and there was a lot of dust on his face. He whispered before he could hear the thunder, and his feet had already moved!

Lei Wuliang was shocked, no, he just let down his guard and didn't pay attention to his movements at all.

Poof! This style of "sword opening the sky" did not have a trace of qi fluctuations, and the sword came to Lei Wuliang's side with a chilling murderous aura along with the drunkard's ghost body method, and this sword went straight into Lei Wuliang's right arm, and blood gushed out.

As his master, Lei Wuliang was not in vain, the moment he came to his side, the middle finger of his left hand was pointed on his forehead.

With this finger, Lei Wuliang used a bit of strength to stun him, but the wooden sword directly pierced his right arm, and he could remove his arm at any time!

The drunkard was stunned for a moment, "I actually lost, how could I ......" The wooden sword took off his hand, and he fell!

Lei Wuliang covered his right arm, his eyes were closed, and he pulled out the wooden sword with the burning pain, he gasped for breath, and his forehead was full of beads of sweat.

"Poor child, the teacher shouldn't have taken you to learn the sword in the first place, and he shouldn't have let you go down the mountain, everything now is the old man's own doing!" Lei Wuliang knelt in front of Xingyi, "Now you are crazy and addicted to alcohol, but there is no way to cure your madness as a teacher." ”

Lei Wuliang picked up the fainted drunkard, his right arm was still dripping blood, and his heart was not the same.