(Chapter II.) ）

The long river of time still flows slowly from the outside of this small world, and the friction between the two rules of heaven and earth at the canopy is agitated, radiating the charming color of colorful glass.

Chen Ping'an and Sword Spirit sat side by side on the edge of the ruins of the city wall, their legs hanging outside.

Chen Ping'an looked down at his abdomen, the bleeding had stopped, and the wound was roughly healed, but the inside was like a mess of internal organs, which could still make people tremble.

The trauma of a Flying Ascension Realm Natal Immortal Soldier, even if it is far from a blow, but even if it passes through Chen Ping'an's abdomen, the sequelae are still unimaginable.

In the distance, everyone stood still.

Only the Natal Flying Sword was broken, and the Sect Grandmother was the most weird, shaking all the time, the amplitude was very small, but it was particularly miserable.

Sun Jiashu was knocked unconscious by the old ancestor and handed over to the old steward next to him to reach out and help.

The vast majority of people have a happy smile on their faces.

Listening to her, Zheng Dafeng, who had his spine broken, had completely dissipated the pure true qi cultivated by the martial artists of the Nine Realms, and he had really become a wasted person, but there were still some left in his physical foundation, which was equivalent to the body of a martial artist in the Fifth or Sixth Realm. Zheng Dafeng has been sent to the dust pharmacy by Master Wensheng, and his life is worry-free, but it is estimated that even if he gets up again from the sickbed, he will be worse than dead for the rest of his life.

She also said that Lao Xiucai said that he would clean up this mess, in short, he would never let Chen Ping'an suffer, and as much as Du Mao ate, he had to spit out more, and things were not so simple.

Looking at the dome of the sky in this small world, she suddenly said, "I have to go, I can't delay for a moment when sharpening my sword." ”

Chen Ping'an remembered something, and said softly: "I have an oil-paper umbrella that can cover the heavens, fairy sister, can you take it?" According to the previous statement, even the sworn enemy of Master Wen Sheng has expressed his position, at least I don't have to run into an old monster like Du Mao in the future, as long as it is not a monk of the Upper Five Realms, I can deal with it, and I will not take the initiative to provoke, this time the old dragon city helped Zheng Dafeng, it is a special case. ”

She hummed, reached out and touched Chen Ping'an's head, "It's okay, you haven't given me anything yet." ”

Chen Ping'an blinked.

She said confidently: "Do you mean that when you crossed the bridge, the dragon slaying platform in your basket? That was not a gift from you, I stole it." ”

Chen Ping'an smiled: "Sister Fairy, what do you want, that oil-paper umbrella doesn't count, I'll give you the rest, I've walked a long way, and I will continue to walk in the future, maybe you can meet something you like." ”

She turned to the side, then leaned back, and smiled, "Aren't you afraid that girl will be angry?"

Chen Ping'an smiled brightly, "It's a big deal to give her a beating." ”

She bent her fingers and tapped lightly on Chen Ping'an's forehead, "The young man has grown up." ”

Chen Ping'an also turned sideways, stretched out his hand and gestured at the height of the two people, and said happily: "Right?"

She gently bumped Chen Ping'an's shoulder with her shoulder, and asked with a smile: "I like that girl very much?"

Chen Ping'an thought for a while, his pale face was slightly red, his hands were propped on the ground, he looked into the distance, and said softly shyly: "Where am I embarrassed to say this." ”

She sighed, "Oops, I'm really jealous." ”

Chen Ping'an still looked into the distance, shook his head and said, "No, the fairy sister is the best." ”

The tall woman stood up with a smile, "Let's go, go to the pharmacy and get an umbrella." By the way, this corpse on the ground is the outer body of Du Mao's Yang God, which can be put away, and it is a pair of skins of the immortal body of the Twelve Realms, which can be sold for money. ”

Chen Ping'an glanced at the "Du Mao" on the ground.

She smiled: "It can be sold for a lot of money, and it can even be used by people, such as Cui Yun, the national teacher of Da Li." ”

Chen Ping'an is close to the goods.

She smiled.

Although Chen Ping'an's body qi is in tatters, he is just unhindered in his actions, but now that he wants to fight with others, it is estimated that his current strength is not as good as the martial arts cultivation that he first entered the Three Realms.

Chen Ping'an stood up and looked down at the tattered golden robe, feeling more distressed than his flesh. She carried the three dragon slaying platforms that were first placed in the white jade plaques nearby, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I can make it up, it's just a few bags of gold and copper coins, maybe I can be promoted to the rank of a half-immortal soldier in one go." Old man Yang has to give some, and that Du has to think of something. ”

Chen Ping'an nodded.

She strode forward, walking in the big hole in the broken wall, "Don't be discouraged, the end of the road is still far away, and I will still be by your side then." ”

Chen Ping'an quickly followed, she grabbed Chen Ping'an's shoulder, jumped out of the hole in the wall, and after Chen Ping'an's direction, swept towards the dusty medicine shop in the inner city of the old dragon city.

Since Lao Xiucai has not yet lifted the ban on Old Dragon City, everything is still silent.

Falling in the alley outside the door of the pharmacy, Pei Qian, who was holding a walking stick, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, because after she finished playing her self-created crazy demon sword technique, she found that the Yin God surnamed Zhao was like a wooden person, motionless, no matter how she shouted, it didn't work, those black smoke were like ice picks, she grabbed a wisp with both hands, and she couldn't pull it. In the end, she threw away her walking sticks, squatted on the ground and hugged her head and cried, and after crying, she ran out of the alley like crazy, just stopped at the corner of the alley, because she remembered Chen Ping'an's advice, so she wandered there, and finally squatted on the ground again, tearing her heart, shouting that it was father and master, after shouting hoarsely, she couldn't cry, and snapped out the talisman and stuck it on her forehead, giving herself courage, wrinkling a crying little face, about to take that step and go to find Chen Ping'an!

As a result, a familiar voice sounded behind him, "Come back." ”

Pei Qian turned around and saw Chen Ping'an smiling at him, both aggrieved and happy, crying and laughing, ran to Chen Ping'an and hugged him.

The tall woman stood behind Chen Ping'an, and when she saw this scene, she felt interesting, quite similar.

As for the strangeness in the eyes of this little black charcoal girl, her origin and vision make her know the doorway better than anyone else.

This weather is called the sun and the moon in the eyes.

Of course, it is not the "orthodox" sun and moon in the vast world, but the essence of the sun and moon in some caves and blessed lands, but even so, the martial artists of the Nine Realms, or the land immortals, still can't bear this monstrous luck.

Why is the little girl safe and sound, she is not interested, what strange things, strange people, she has never seen? There are countless people who have died under that old sword.

Only then did Pei Qian see the tall woman dressed in white, her eyes widened and her expression was dull.

The sword spirit smiled and said to Chen Ping'an: "For example, today, there are few such pure martial arts embryos, why don't you teach her?"

Chen Ping'an pressed Pei Qian's little head, "I was afraid that she would learn martial arts, but she didn't know the severity and was prone to trouble, so I will teach her personally." ”

Pei Qian began to involuntarily retreat backwards.

I can't help it, I'm afraid she doesn't even know what she's doing at the moment.

The sword spirit squinted and said, "It seems that it is not an ordinary cave blessed land newly found by Confucianism, maybe one of them was cut down by me with my own hands back then?"

Chen Ping'an was confused.

Jian Ling smiled: "You don't need to know these things for the time being, Chen Sesame Rotten Grain, I feel upset when I think about it." ”

She turned around first and walked to the pharmacy.

Pei Qian came back to his senses and hid behind Chen Ping'an timidly.

The small oil-paper umbrella called the sycamore fan by the old Taoist people in the East China Sea leaned against the door, she bent down to pick it up, opened it instantly, and fell out of a jade plate, which was the jade plate handed down by the ancestor of Taiping Mountain.

She grabbed it in her hand and glanced at it, pinching it into powder, "What a." ”

Chen Ping'an stomped his foot and hurriedly said, "I still have to return it to Taiping Mountain." ”

The sword spirit smiled and said: "Don't say it earlier, it's okay, just say that I broke it, let that Taiping Mountain come to Lizhu Cave Heaven to find me, and I will compensate them." ”

She thought to herself, if they dare to take it.

Chen Ping'an said helplessly: "Forget it, I will write another letter to the old heavenly monarch in Taiping Mountain, it shouldn't be a big problem." ”

She held her umbrella and nodded, "Then I'll go." ”

Chen Ping'an said a thousand words, but he didn't know where to start, and in the end he just smiled and nodded.

She walked up to Chen Ping'an, bent down slightly, pressed her forehead against Chen Ping'an's forehead, and said softly: "Chen Ping'an, it's my luck to meet you." ”

After finishing speaking, she held an oil-paper umbrella and turned into a snow-white rainbow, breaking through the canopy of the old Dragon City, breaking the sea of clouds where Fan Junmao fell to the ground, and after a hover, she returned to the dragon slaying platform in Lizhu Cave to the north.

At the door of the pharmacy, Pei Qian tugged on Chen Ping'an's sleeve and said in horror: "This is really the most powerful fairy sister I have ever seen, alas, in front of her, I don't even dare to open my mouth to pat myself." ”

Chen Ping'an said with a smile: "There are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky, so after practicing martial arts, you can't see no one in your eyes." ”

Pei Qian nodded vigorously, and suddenly asked: "She is that 'girl', then the next time we meet, I will call her a mother?"

Chen Ping'an was just about to cross the threshold when he stumbled.

Pei Qian suddenly said: "It's calling the master!"

Chen Ping'an hurriedly turned around, covered this guy's mouth, and glared: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Pei Qian blinked, "Don't say it in your mouth, put it in your heart?"

Chen Ping'an pulled her ears with a dark face, Pei Qian tilted his head, paddled his heels, babbling and screaming, and pulled Chen Ping'an into the courtyard behind the pharmacy, and then let go.

Pei Qian squatted on the ground and rubbed his ears.

Chen Ping'an went to Zheng Dafeng's main house alone and saw the man lying on the bed, who was in a coma, but he also stopped the external injuries.

It's just that Chen Ping'an is much more miserable than him, Chen Ping'an was in the lotus flower blessed land with the peak boxing and the "school dragon" of the autumn, and broke the realm in one fell swoop, and now the man in the bed even the entire dragon spine is broken.

Chen Ping'an moved a chair and sat in a small dimly lit room, looking at Zheng Dafeng in a daze.

Pei Qian tiptoed to the door of the side house, and after seeing this scene, he hesitated and left gently.

She sat on the steps with her hands on her cheeks.

She had never seen anything like this...... Sad Chen Ping'an.

She was also a little sad, blowing the yellow talisman on her forehead.

The talisman can't be blown away, and the sadness can't be blown away.

When a person grows up, will it be like this?

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In an instant, the flowing water flowing in the southern end of Aquarius returned to normal, pouring into the Old Dragon City from all directions.

It's just that except for the worldly immortals such as Jindan Yuanying, ordinary people can't detect this subtlety at all.

After a few moments, these smart people in Old Dragon City finally realized that something was wrong.

Chen Ping'an was gone, it was normal, he was pierced through the abdomen by the sword-swallowing boat and disappeared from view. But Du Mao is gone, and that Zheng Dafeng is also gone, which is a bit difficult to explain.

What's more, there are accidents on their side that watch them from afar.

For example, the Fu family was the most nervous, except for the "first person in Tongye Continent" in the eyes of Aquarius, the most invincible teacher in the Old Dragon City, fell to the ground, and lost consciousness on the spot, and blood overflowed.

It is clearly a terrible scene that has hurt the fundamentals.

Fu Qi swept from the side of the dragon platform, squatted down, his face was pale, puzzled, a little resentful of the existence of Fan Junmao, if it weren't for this, he would never be completely in the dark today, he would definitely be able to get a glimpse of the inside story of the previous vision, after finding out the situation of this Yunlin Jiang family's old woman, he was even more frightened, the natal flying sword, ruined? ”

Fu Nanhua looked at the city wall, there was no longer Chen Ping'an's figure, did he die somewhere in the outer city, or?

Fu Donghai and Fu Chunhua glanced at each other again.

Seeing this invincible Mama "Injured" was a lot of good news for the two of them who were still unwilling to completely die to the city lord's seat.

Fu Nanhua asked softly, "Back?"

Fu Qi shook his head and said, "Don't care, it doesn't make much sense, now go back and find out what happened and why Du Mao disappeared." Don't go through the east gate, go to the south gate and enter the city. ”

As the well-deserved top spot in the old Dragon City, and the Fu family who is determined to dominate the old Dragon City, the carriage and horse actually chose to take a detour and go to the south gate.

The most stupid goose, naturally, is still the Du Yan at the head of the city, the descendant of Du Mao in the Flying Ascension Realm, rubbing his eyes, what about the ancestors? !

His wife, Ding, has mediocre cultivation qualifications, but she is more calm than Du Yan, who is in the Jindan Realm, "In Tongye Continent, the ancestors can run rampant, let alone such a small Aquarius Continent?"

Du Yan nodded, held her hand, and said with a smile: "It's me who lost my temper." This time, our Tongye Sect will use the old Dragon City as a springboard, cast a net all the way to the north, gather the major immortal sects, and follow my Tongye Sect to prosper, and those who oppose it will die. When the time comes, I will be in charge of one of the routes, and you, as your head of the Ding family, will only have the two surnames of Fu and Ding in the old Dragon City. ”

The woman smiled.

The three surnames of Ding Fanghou outside the old dragon city all sent their respective families to worship and intercept Zheng Dafeng and his party.

This is the previous temporary arrangement of the Fu family, in fact, they were a little caught off guard, it should not have been so hasty and naked, but a group of people outside the city, a group of people outside the city, a group of people outside the city, a group of people in the inner city, and three groups of people can be done more "in line with their identity", so that people can't grasp the handle, instead of this clumsy trick that is almost like a street fight. It's just that since the Fu family is willing to be cheeky, their previous four surnames have formed an alliance, but after Sun Jiashu of the Sun family and Du Yan of the Ding family have defected to the Fu family, after learning of the Fu family's interception and killing order, where is the bargaining capital and confidence, and in the future, they will become vassals of the Fu family, and it is better to eat some of the leftover scraps in the mouth of the Fu family than to uproot them tonight.

In the team of the three clans, the child surnamed Fang didn't feel that the situation had changed, and he was still thinking about tonight's big feast, when the time came, let all the women in the dusty pharmacy show up, and whoever drank a glass of wine could teach them to take off a piece of clothing!

After discussing with the three surnames, the speakers decided to follow the Fu family to the south city gate, and as for the worshippers behind them, they should not restrain them first, presumably after taking off their heads, they will meet them in the city.

Above the sea of clouds, Fan Junmao woke up slowly, and sure enough, he fell into Jindan.

She didn't complain at all, after laughing, she glanced at the route of the dragon platform under her eyes, and the sporadic fighting, she frowned, reached out to cover her heart, and pointed down with two fingers in her other hand.

In the sea of clouds, pillars of light fell one after another.

Because of the use of the fundamental luck of the sea of clouds, Fan Junmao's shot was no less powerful than that of ordinary Yuanying.

The worshippers, who had already suffered heavy casualties, were left with only five or six shots shot through their heads one by one.

The last person left as the van's coachman who served as the dead soldier.

The four people who got off the car, and finally got into the carriage, only Lu Baixiang, who was covered in blood, and Wei Xian, who was wearing manna armor and was the least injured.

And the martial madman Zhu Yong is dead.

Sui's right side was even more killed in battle.

Lu Baixiang picked up the infatuated sword, did not forget to put it on those corpses, and stabbed it at the heart, and then went to the carriage.

In the Old Dragon City, the great monk who was able to travel far away in the stagnation of time, the short old man dressed as a rich man, stood under a tree at this moment, bent down and laughed, laughing out of tears.

Happy!

Not in the last thousand years, the old man has laughed so heartily.

Du Mao, an old pervert, turned out to have today!

He crossed the continent to the north this time, and his original intention was just to relax, to meet a certain fellow practitioner for a while, where did he think that he could encounter such a beautiful thing.

This is in Tongye Continent, but in the minds of some small and medium-sized immortals in Aquarius, especially in the minds of all kinds of fairies, the famous "one-foot gun", the most willing to spend a lot of money on the mountain high roller, and a certain invincible God Fist Gang self-proclaimed "jade-faced Xiao Langjun" High roller, often in those mirrors of the mountain gate magic power, for a certain fairy to fight for the wind and jealousy, big fights, of course, not a real fight, but money, and not snowflake money, but that little summer money!

The old man restrained his smile and said, "Today is a good day, we can't deduct and search anymore, we must suppress that guy, I have to be arrogant, show the style I deserve! It's just a pity that the Su Jia fairy of Zhengyang Mountain, a girl with a lot of handsome and fairy spirit, alas, originally wanted to go to Zhengyang Mountain in person and send a magic weapon, but it's a pity, it's a pity...... And He Xiaoliang of the Divine Decree Sect, He Da Fairy, why did he leave the Aquarius Continent, and he still wanted to run to see her, to see the beauty of the face, even if he looked at it from a distance, it would be good......"

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The dust pharmacy is located in the house.

Chen Ping'an always sat on that chair, and heard that even if the man on the hospital bed could get up and walk, he would be a hunchback in the future.

It will be rickety for the rest of its life.

It's already sloppy and sloppy, and it doesn't look good.

Thinking back then, at the gate, watching those mountain immortals walk into the town, the man who was hanging was amazed, "That mother-in-law just now, her thigh can kill people."

That day, the emaciated young man still couldn't understand the meaning of that sentence, so he had to ask, "That lady has practiced martial arts?"

At that time, there was no serious man, but he was actually a martial artist in the Eight Realms.

Today.

Chen Ping'an said hoarsely: "Zheng Dafeng, I have walked such a long way and met many people in the rivers and lakes, you are the one with the hardest bones and the straightest backbone." I'm sorry, I'm really sorry......"

At this moment, the janitor of the former town was lying in the blood-soaked bedding, silent.

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On the sea outside the lonely island ferry in Old Dragon City, the little Taoist boy who stepped on the huge golden gourd was pitifully stretching out his hands, and was "hit by the board" by a branch picked up by a poor old man who didn't know where.

Xiaodao Tong's eyes were red, and he cried bitterly, "Master Wensheng, it's really none of my business, this time in Old Dragon City, I didn't harm him Chen Ping'an, it was he who provoked that Du Mao, I can't even figure it out, what realm is Du Mao, I can't go to Old Dragon City to die, you beat me against the rules...... Oops, pain, pain, pain, ......"

Lao Xiucai didn't listen to this complaint, but when he heard this, he was even more angry, and he started even more ruthlessly, "You conscienceless little Wang Balamb, who did you call your brother and brother back then? Who was talking to you about it? Hmm? Pick up the chopsticks to eat, put down the chopsticks and scold your mother, right? The stinky cow's nose taught you crookedly, I'll put you straight! Do you dare to hide? Stand still, stand up, stretch out your hand!"

Xiao Daotong obediently stretched out his hand, but he really had nowhere to hide, and wailed: "Master Wensheng, if you do this again, I will sue the master and his old man, you are so partial to Chen Ping'an, my master will also be partial to my ......"

Lao Xiucai exhaled angrily: "You still dare to talk back, what bad water is in the stomach of the stinky cow's nose, I don't know?!

Xiaodao Tong cried, "Master Wensheng, we are originally the same surname! Even if our brothers are not a family, for the sake of this little incense, you will beat me a few times......

Lao Xiucai snorted coldly, threw away the branch, and taught a lesson: "In the future, if you move to the green world, you will not cause trouble! The Taoist priest in the Baiyujing, the five cities on the twelfth floor, the immortals are free, but it also means that they will not talk about the rules like Haoran World, and what they are most unwilling to ask for is the word rules. ”

Xiao Daotong sat on the big golden gourd, wiped away his tears, shook his hands vigorously, raised his head, and asked curiously: "Master didn't say that he was going to that world." ”

Lao Xiucai glared and said, "You know a fart." ”

Xiao Daotong sighed, "I know a fart, and then I know that you are Master Wensheng......"

Lao Xiucai smiled, grabbed a branch that drifted away with the sea, and Xiao Daotong stood up by himself, stood up and stretched out his hand, and started a new round of boarding.

Xiaodao Tong has the heart to die.

This inconspicuous little withered branch, holding it in the hand of the old poor barehead in front of him, is no worse than the Sword Immortal Flying Sword.

Lao Xiucai glanced at the southwest side, threw away the dead branch, and slapped Xiaodao Tong's head, "Hurry up and get out, and be a man with your tail between your legs in the future." ”

The big golden gourd floated away, and the little Daotong standing on it suddenly turned his back to Lao Xiucai, bent over and twisted his buttocks, and didn't forget to turn his head and make a grimace.

Lao Xiucai stretched out a finger and twisted it gently, and the withered branch swished, just poking one of the little Taoist boy's buttocks.

Xiao Daotong pulled out the dead branch and threw it away, jumped up and down, and hurriedly drove the sword raising gourd under his feet and left quickly.

It seems that this appearance, the old poor bare-bones are very angry, so they want to be angry with him.

Xiao Daotong wiped the tears on his face, and he was a big ghost, and he exhaled angrily: "I'm angry old man, I won't call you a brother or sister in the future." ”

Whoosh.

The dead branch poked another butt ball.

Lao Xiucai sent the little bastard away, and disappeared in a flash to the southwest.

The sword is in the sky.

The sea water is shaking.

Lao Xiucai didn't say a word, he was angry, he just jumped up in the past, slapped the sword cultivator's head hard, still puzzled, slap after slap, "You useless thing, Xiao Qi can't protect it, okay, even if you have an excuse and a reason, stay away, I don't know the situation of Lizhu Dongtian, okay, now I can't even protect the little junior brother under my nose, I don't read the book, you practice the sword, practice the sword, practice the sword, practice the sword!" Do you know that he Chen Ping'an was harmed by you twice, once because his mood was pulled by you, and once because you recklessly gave away the Twelve Realms Demon Pill, Chen Ping'an was almost a little bit, and he was about to suffer this unwarranted disaster! Du Mao, have you heard of it?! A stinky and shameless thing in the Ascension Realm blocked Chen Ping'an in the Old Dragon City, and your little junior brother is only a martial artist of the Five Realms now! I made a special trip to your little junior brother! What is it for the sect to participate in the Dali plan, what is to help people test the old god monarch, it is all nonsense! It is to kill Chen Ping'an!"

Lao Xiucai is in front of outsiders, even if it is the little Taoist boy, or even the two Confucian scholars who sit in the sky, the so-called anger is still up to the point, at least it will not be revealed so bluntly.

But before this sword cultivator, he was not subtle at all.

And the sword cultivator also stood still, allowing the old Xiucai, who was much shorter than himself, to jump and slap on his head again and again.

Lao Xiucai scolded while beating: "You're good, pat your ass and leave, you are really chic, Qi Jingchun has not been as chic as you all his life, this little junior brother is even less chic as you, no one is as chic as you! You are so chic, why don't you fly up to the sky and roll your fucking eggs?!"

Stand left and right, don't fight back, don't talk back.

Because it was the first time in his life that he had seen such an angry and disappointed gentleman.

Even if it was the merit of the self-imprisoned school palace, he was accompanied by him left and right, and the gentleman still smiled, not thinking it was a hard thing at all.

Even the statues of the Temple of Literature have been moved, moved out, and broken again and again.

Mr. still doesn't care, it really doesn't matter, not pretending to be relaxed.

He knew that Mr. had never been that kind of person.

His face was calm, and he asked, "Sir, what should the disciple do?"

"You finally remember that you are my disciple, how did I deal with that god of the Five Mountains of Middle-earth? Now you have a reason and a sword...... What do you say?"

Lao Xiucai jumped up again and slapped his left and right heads, pointed to the northernmost part of Tongyezhou, and shouted angrily: "it!"

Left and right.

Head south.

Under the sword cultivation and a body of sword qi, the sea was separated.