Zhang Yange seems to have entered a state of mystery and mystery.

He saw Lao Zhang, and he also saw himself!

"Yin and Yang in harmony!"

In the world of light and shadow, Lao Zhang continued.

Rumble!

Zhang Yange opened his eyes, and Nangong asked, "That's your master?"

"You saw that too?" Zhang Yange looked at her incredulously.

"Hmm." Nangong nodded.

She gently took off the hairpin on her head and said to Zhang Yange, "I have a secret I want to tell you!"

She walked up to Zhang Yange step by step.

Zhang Yange swallowed his saliva, a normal man, he couldn't stand it when he saw this picture.

"Do you want to know?" She whispered in Zhang Yange's ear.

Who can bear this!

Nangong fell to the ground in a robe, and Zhang Yange hugged her by the waist.

After one night, the yin and yang really reconciled...

The next day, Nangong returned to the appearance of a woman, and Xu Fengnian didn't know whether she was jealous or jealous.

"You're really fighting before you fight!"

"Shut up!" Zhang Yange said.

Xu Fengnian pursed his lips, "What are you going to do with those two in the courtyard?"

Zhang Yange thought for a while and said, "Let it be."

"I used to really think you didn't like women."

"So you're going to lurk at every turn?" Zhang Yange knew that if he didn't talk back, this thing would be able to chatter endlessly.

Xu Fengnian was stunned by Zhang Yange and didn't know what to say.

"Didn't you go looking for Miss Hehe?"

"Old Demon Huang said let me wait, this old man has to get me something, and when the time comes, I will integrate the three teachings.

Then go and slap the old monster!" Xu Fengnian seems to be heartless.

But Zhang Yange saw the anxiety in his heart.

"Then I'll go first." Zhang Yange said. "I've learned the way of Tai Chi."

"What is Tai Chi?" Xu Fengnian asked puzzled.

"Men and women!" Zhang Yange replied seriously.

Xu Fengnian couldn't help but gesture his middle finger at him.

Wang Xianzhi, who left from Xichu, stopped and stopped along the way.

He understands that no matter whether he wins or loses this battle, it will be his last battle on earth.

So he wanted to take a good look at this Jianghu that he had suppressed for nearly a jiazi.

Wang Xianzhi walked very slowly, and when he met a pleasing young man on the road, he would give him a few tricks!

When he encounters someone who is not pleasing to the eye, he will also take action to solve it.

At this time, Wang Xianzhi stood proudly on the top of the cliff, he looked at the sword practitioner opposite, he didn't have to guess to know, this person was the sword idiot Wang Xiaoping.

Wang Xianzhi used to wait in the East China Sea for the world's top martial artists to enter the city and climb the tower, but there were only a handful of people who waited but didn't wait, and Wang Xiaoping was one of them.

Because Wang Xianzhi was very curious about whether this Taoist priest who carried the Wudang Sword Dao was expected to surpass Deng Tai'a's unparalleled murderous aura.

If I saw it today, it was fate.

Since there is fate, you should use your fist!

One punch!

The fist is like a mountain, and Wang Xiaoping cut off the fist before he took out the sword.

Wang Xianzhi was not surprised at all by Wang Xiaoping's appearance, after all, the last time Xu Fengnian fought with Murong Baoding, he almost invited the true body of the Emperor Zhenwu.

Only then did people understand why Wudang Mountain was so protective of the King of Beiliang. ….

And Wang Xianzhi also remembered that he was the reincarnation of the White Emperor.

He had a deep grudge against Emperor Zhenwu, but this account was all after he and Xu Fengnian started to do it.

Wang Xianzhi now just wants to comprehend and comprehend Wang Xiaoping's next sword.

Wang Xiaoping stood on the shore, holding an ordinary Taoist peachwood sword in his hand, and looked up at the old man.

Since this old man defeated Li Chungang, he no longer has an opponent on a par with him, and he is in the hearts of all those who practice swords, including Wang Xiaoping

, this is an indescribable sulkness, because he Wang Xianzhi stepped on the head of the sword to reach the top of the rivers and lakes.

The prosperity of the sword forest, has always been known as occupying half of the rivers and lakes, and after Li Chungang lost, he was as strong as the new sword god Deng Tai'a failed to pull Wang Xianzhi off the altar, followed by the great master of the sword, the old master of the Wu family's sword mound Su Wang Jian, Song Nianqing, the sword pool of Dongyue, was also unable to express his mind with a sword, as long as Wang Xianzhi was alive for one day, the swordsman could not raise his head for a day, how to talk about a sword matter?

Wang Xiaoping has been practicing swords since he was a child, and he thought that one day he would ask the Sword Martial Emperor City and ask Wang Xianzhi who once said, "I see the swordsmen in the world as if they were servants".

Is there really no one in my generation of swordsmen?!

Wang Xianzhi said loudly, "Wang Xiaoping, before the old man enters the territory of Beiliang, he can only wait for your three swords."

Wang Xiaoping didn't reply loudly, retracted his gaze, glanced at the peachwood sword in his hand, and said softly, "One sword is enough.

And Wang Xianzhi! What are you doing standing so high?"

After finishing speaking, Wang Xiaoping raised his left arm slightly to lift the sword, twisted his wrist, pointed at the gorge wall with the peach wood sheath, slanted slightly, as if he was pointing, and gently patted the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

This sword in his hand is one of more than a dozen new peachwood swords made this summer, because it is not the best material Feicheng peachwood, the color is only slightly copper, not to mention how the wood fragrance is pleasant.

Peach, ghost wood also.

Almost everyone on Wudang Mountain has a peachwood sword, and when he went down the mountain before, Wang Xiaoping was carrying a sword god, but he became an outlier.

I remember that at the beginning of the mountain, my junior brother Hong Xixiang sent it to the archway of the mountain gate, and said with a smile that he helped him, the little brother Wang, carve half a peach wood sword.

But after waiting for Hong Xixiang to dissolve the army, he gave the half of the peachwood sword to Li Yuaxe, and Li Yuaxe carved a new peachwood sword for him.

Wang Xiaoping felt that it was too dangerous to stop Wang Xianzhi this time, and he didn't want to break the sword that the little junior brother carved for him.

If you die, you can bury the half of the mahogany sword with you.

The tail of the peachwood sword, after a beat, was slightly warped.

"Up."

Wang Xiaoping said a word softly.

After a moment of silence, there was a long and incessant rumbling sound.

I saw the gorge wall at the foot of Wang Xianzhi, from the bottom to the top, if there is a big sword to pick up the mountain from it, the cliff is split into two halves, and there are constantly mountain rocks rolling into the river, stirring up a thousand waves.

"It's already such a courage to pick up the sword, it seems that you want to learn from Li Chungang's unsheathing? Since you are only willing to use one sword, the old man is with you."

Wang Xianzhi smiled freely, jumped off the cliff gently, the falling speed was not too fast, and before his feet fell on the water, there happened to be a boulder cracking out of the mountain, Wang Xianzhi stretched out a palm, supported the heavy wall stone several people high, and ran towards Wang Xiaoping's side to step on the river.

Holding up the 10,000-pound boulder with one hand, but on the river surface at Wang Xianzhi's feet, there were only barely visible ripples that were stepped on.

Wang Xiaoping was completely forgetful, as if he didn't see that Wang Xianzhi had already carried the boulder to the thunder. He suddenly reverted to his usual sword-gripping stance, while his right foot stepped back, his right hand gripping the hilt of the peachwood sword.

Then he said loudly, "Wang Xianzhi! Wudang has a sword!"

The peachwood sword is unsheathed, and this sword is magnificent.

lq.

August South Su