When Chen Ping'an stepped down from the tall building and returned to his seat, he had already missed two big battles.

Zhang Shan, the Taoist priest on the chair next door, saw Chen Ping'an, and hurriedly got up and thanked him.

This open battle of mortal enemies, for the sake of fairness, the battlefield is not set in the Wind Thunder Garden or Zhengyang Mountain, but the Shenxian Terrace, one of the six veins of the Wind and Snow Temple, as a holy place for soldiers, compared to Zhenwu Mountain, it has a wide range of friends, and its style of action is far more low-key than that of Zhenwu Mountain, and the disciples of the sect go down the mountain, and there are more rangers than battlefield generals, so the relationship with the two families is good, and they will not take sides.

As for why the Fengxue Temple chose Shenxiantai, firstly, Shenxiantai is located at the top of the peak, with a wide field of vision and pleasant scenery, only in terms of perception, it is the most prosperous feng shui treasure land of Fengxue Temple, and secondly, there are few disciples of Shenxiantai, and the incense is withering, almost relying on Wei Jin alone, and Wei Jin is not close to the sect because of the relationship between his teacher, presumably Fengxue Temple also takes this opportunity to hope to increase incense for Shenxiantai.

After Chen Ping'an got the result from Qiu Shi's mouth, he was taken aback, in the previous two battles, Fenglei Yuan actually lost, an ancestor and a famous sword cultivator who were separated from each other died under the sword of the opponent of Zhengyang Mountain, and the second ancestor battle was actually the same end, but because the ancestor of Zhengyang Mountain fought his last breath, he swallowed it later than the sword cultivation of Fenglei Garden, and Fengxue Temple judged Zhengyang Mountain to win according to the rules.

On the vast immortal platform, there is no crowded scene, a small number of buildings are densely clustered in the northeast corner, only the Aquarius Qi practitioner who has both status and cultivation strength is qualified to climb the tower to watch the battle, and the rest of the monks can only watch from a distance on the other peaks of the Fengxue Temple.

A huge fairy platform, as if only reserved for the warring parties.

After talking, Chen Ping'an found out that the Taoist priest Zhang Shanzhi had never even heard of Zhengyang Mountain and Fenglei Garden before this, which was not surprising.

Moreover, with the cultivation and vision of Taoist priest Zhang Shan, and not on the same continent, it is strange to be familiar with the customs and customs of Aquarius.

Wind Thunder Garden and Zhengyang Mountain are feuds, the whole continent knows, originating from the deepest part of the garden of the Wind Thunder Garden, on the sword test field, there is a corpse of the female ancestor of Zhengyang Mountain, after the death of the war has been exposed to the sun so far, the Wind Thunder Garden was not only unwilling to return the corpse, let the disciples of Zhengyang Mountain help into the soil for peace, and even the wind and thunder garden standard long sword pierced into the head has not been pulled out, so let the disciples and guests in the garden watch at will, it has been three hundred years.

What is a great shame?

Zhengyang Mountain, as the apex of a continent of kendo, has a soaring sword spirit, and in the past three hundred years, it has been thriving, and only in terms of the excellence of the youngest three generations of children, it has actually surpassed Fenglei Garden.

After Zhengyang Mountain, almost every Jiazi would have someone go to the Wind Thunder Garden to challenge, trying to "invite" the ancestor back to the bones and make her die blind. But at that time, the owner of the Wind Thunder Garden, who killed the female sword cultivator of Zhengyang Mountain, lived for another three hundred years after that, even if Zhengyang Mountain had three hundred years of geniuses, but in front of him, he was still unable to win, he was not so ruthless for the people who challenged later, but it was not merciful, or broke the bridge of immortality, or destroyed the natal sword, maybe for the sword cultivation of Zhengyang Mountain, in fact, life is not as good as death, it is not as good as dying in a heroic battle.

This is the origin of the allusion of Dongbao Aquarius "Wind and Thunder Park to one person pressing a mountain".

Now the owner of the Wind Thunder Garden is finally dead, in the spring of the New Year, it is rumored that the reincarnation of the soldiers is quietly dissolved, and it coincides with the battle of Jiazi, although the Wind Thunder Garden has been strictly guarded, I hope this secret will not be leaked, but Zhengyang Mountain does not know where to know, a mountain and several peaks are shaken, the crowd is excited, some people drag their families to the grave to burn incense and toast, there are rotten old people who are still breathing, drunk, Zhengyang Mountain's young sword cultivation, is even more high-spirited, three hundred years of humiliation and indignation, and finally has the opportunity to vomit and empty.

In fact, after the two big battles, Zhengyangshan's did win, and it won very beautifully, and it made a lot of money in the face, so that the final battle of the youngest generation, whether to fight or not, has become redundant.

The maidservant Qiu Shi was a little worried, and felt that the last game was probably not successful, the sect called Wind Thunder Garden had already lost two games, and the ancestor of the Wind Thunder Garden in the second game was just a breath away, so he could save some face, if he lost the third game again, it would be three consecutive losses, and the reputation of the Wind Thunder Garden would be completely ruined.

Wind Thunder Park is now stopped, and it can still get the comfort of being willing to gamble and lose.

Chen Ping'an thought of the sword cultivator Liu Baqiao who went into the mountain to look for Kaishu together, and suddenly said: "In the third game, the Wind Thunder Garden will definitely fight." ”

Liu Baqiao is neither a friend nor an enemy to Chen Ping'an, and among those foreign immortals, Chen Ping'an has a deep impression.

Chen Ping'an simply felt that the sect that could teach Liu Baqiao would not just retreat.

Sure enough.

After some secret negotiations, the sect master of Fengxue Temple, who looked like a child and was short in stature, walked to the center of Shenxian Terrace with a man and a woman, and announced that the third war was about to begin.

Zhengyang Mountain played on one side, for Su Jia, the woman hung a long sword, and a sword gourd was pinned to her waist, which was heroic and cool, which can be described as a national posture.

Wind Thunder Garden is on one side, a closed disciple for the owner of the garden, named Huang He, carrying a huge sword box, I don't know if he has a big sword, or has multiple long swords.

When almost everyone was paying attention to the two young sword cultivators, Chen Ping'an was quietly running the true qi in his body, looking intently, looking for a figure in those attics, although the long picture scroll was so big, but the reason why this matter was popular all over the world was that the eyesight of qi practitioners and pure martial artists was far beyond ordinary people, the world saw that mustard seeds were mustard seeds, but Daozu seemed to see a world, ordinary people looked at a flower and a leaf is a flower and a leaf, but the Buddha could see a small world.

Chen Ping'an's eyes darkened suddenly, and he grabbed a few pieces of sparrow tongue tea and put them in his mouth and chewed them gently.

In the corridor on the top floor of a high-rise building, a burly old man in white, with his arms around his chest, was overlooking Shenxiantai Square, and a delicate-looking girl was riding on the old man's head.

The old man's position is in the center to the right, and this layer behind the railing is the ancestor of Zhengyang Mountain, both men and women, all of them are extraordinary, and the sword qi gathers, such as a river entering the sea, and the bullfight is angry.

Chen Ping'an stared at the old man in white, and after a while, he shifted his gaze, another high-rise building is the viewing point left by the fairy platform to the Wind Thunder Garden, from top to bottom, the number of sword repairs standing is scarce, compared to the five realms of sword cultivation in Zhengyang Mountain, the people accompanying the Wind Thunder Garden this trip are only a handful, and most of them are young juniors, such as Liu Baqiao, who is sitting on the railing, sitting in an indecent posture, but after losing both battles, Liu Baqiao's expression is solemn.

The poor Taoist priest looked attentive and muttered, "It's started." ”

Qiu Shi said with a smile: "The previous two sword competitions were all about killing the opponent, this fight does not need to be won or lost, and it has nothing to do with the overall situation, I estimate that it will make you come and go, and it will not be as bloody as before." ”

Chen Ping'an does not comment.

His mind was mainly on the Zhengyang Mountain moving ape.

Chen Ping'an silently remembered the faces of the attic where Zhengyang Mountain was located, and only by knowing himself and his opponent could he have a target. Compared with the side knocks and hearsay in the future, the picture you see in your eyes now is the most intuitive and real, in the future, these people may be potential opponents who will prevent you from climbing the mountain and reasoning, of course, it is still very far away from that day, Chen Ping is only a martial artist in the three realms, after all, no matter how strong the three realms are, they are only the three realms.

The old man in the Confucian shirt with a mink hat on his head sighed: "This female doll named Su Jia is a little hanging. ”

In a word.

The young sword cultivator on the far right habitually patted the scabbard gently, "She lost, but it's a pity that the sword gourd is not ladylike, I'm afraid Ju Luzhou won't be able to find the third one." ”

In a word, it is a prophecy.

It's just three moves, Su Jia came out of the saber, out of the natal flying sword in the sword raiser, but was still beaten to the ground by the young sword cultivator named Huang He on the other side, it turned out that the big box behind the man was full of small swords, similar to carrying a hornet's nest, not a natal flying sword, but good at distracting the flying sword, so that Su Jia had no way to fight back, once was pierced by the flying sword through the arm of the sword-holding hand, once was cut off the red rope hanging from the waist to raise the sword, and the last time was nailed into the left and right wrists by two flying swords, the Zhengyang Mountain fairy who fell in a pool of blood has fainted。

The fairies in Aquarius that really convince the public, in fact, there are not many of them, and He Xiaoliang, the jade girl of the Divine Sect, is a well-deserved first person, and then Su Jia and three or four people are called in Aquarius, and they are the goddesses in the minds of countless young qi practitioners, and they have been in love for a long time. Some people even joked that after Su Jia became famous, the number of disciples collected by Zhengyang Mountain every ten years was as much as thirty percent more than before.

Jian Xiu Huanghe stood beside Su Jia, raised one foot, stepped on the sword cultivation gourd of excellent quality, and twisted the soles of his feet gently.

This young sword cultivator of the Wind Thunder Garden, the corners of his mouth pulled up an arc, looked around, and finally turned his head to look at the tall building where the ancestor of Zhengyang Mountain stood side by side.

From the center of his eyebrows, a pitch-black natal flying sword swept out, buzzing, when this flying sword trembled, the sea of clouds and mountain wind around the entire Immortal Terrace changed from light clouds and light wind to extremely chaotic.

After the public demonstration and provocation, the young man took back his natal flying sword and said loudly to the tall building: "Sixty years later, I will climb to the top of Zhengyang Mountain to test the sword, and then take off a head and put it in the Wind and Thunder Garden." ”

On the top floor, a white-haired Zhengyang Mountain patriarch had a flamboyant beard and angry eyes, and he couldn't help but go down and beat this little bastard who spoke wildly.

On the top floor of the tall building where the sword cultivator of the Wind Thunder Garden was located, the door suddenly opened, and a handsome black-clothed sword cultivator walked out, looking at the Zhengyang Mountain Patriarch who was about to move, "Zhou He, it's not good to rely on the old and sell the old, otherwise I'll play with you?"

After this sword cultivator walked out of the gate, not only the white-haired ancestor master, but also the high-rise building in Zhengyang Mountain, they were all stunned, shocked, and mixed with a trace of despair that they didn't want to admit.

This person is none other than the owner of the Wind Thunder Garden, Li Junjing, who is amazingly talented, and when he was forty years old, he was among the Ten Realms, but in the long hundreds of years since then, he has never broken through the realm, which is incredible, but even if he does not rank among the Upper Five Realms, Li Lujing is recognized as the strongest Ten Realms Sword Cultivator in Dongbao Aquarius, and there is no one!

Before Wei Jin broke through the realm and became the eleventh realm land sword immortal, he thought that he could not match this person.

Didn't you say that Li Lujing was killed?

Li Junjing no longer paid attention to the shocked Zhengyang Mountain Ancestors, raised his head, as if looking at all the people behind the scenes watching this battle with a smile, he took one hand behind his back, put his fingers together with one hand, and gently swirled, a wisp of breeze lingered, and his wrist flicked, Li Junjing smiled and said a word: "Chop." ”

After that wisp of breeze left the black-clothed sword cultivator, it instantly turned into a majestic huge sword qi, and spun around the Immortal Terrace, cutting off the connection between the Immortal Terrace of the Wind and Snow Temple and the outside world on the spot.

The people in the picture scroll were dumbfounded.

Outside the picture scroll, they looked at each other.

In the picture scroll, on the fairy terrace, on the high-rise building, Li Junjing neither bothered with anyone, nor did he put down cruel words, just stood stunned, looking at the sea of clouds in the distance that had recovered his posture.

This made the Fengxue Temple feel relieved.

As the strongest Ten Realms Sword Cultivator, Li Junjing's killing power is obvious to all.

When a Qi practitioner is hailed as a "most", especially within a continent, it must be a very terrifying existence.

For example, the youngest pure martial artist of the Nine Realms, Song Changjing, the king of the Great Li Domain, has already shown the strength of the legendary martial artist of the Ten Realms in the battle of encirclement and suppression in the capital.

Breaking Li Junjing's record and becoming the youngest Ten Realms Sword Cultivator, Wei Jin, is now an Upper Five Realm Immortal, high above.

The Yellow River of the Wind and Snow Temple, which carried the sword box, slowly returned to the high-rise building.

On the other side of Zhengyang Mountain, people began to rush to rescue Su Jia.

Li Shujing put his hands behind his back and smiled.

Even if I only have my last breath left, I will choke your Zhengyang Mountain's neck, even if your bones will be taken away from the Wind Thunder Garden by the disciples and grandchildren, I will still be a little happy after that.

Look.

Three hundred years ago, if you were sincere to me, I would teach you the entire Zhengyang Mountain, and you couldn't raise your head for three hundred years.

You hurt those juniors of the mountain gate who were lucky enough to become sword immortals, and they didn't have the cheekiness to hold a celebration, so they could only hide in the sea of clouds on the top of the mountain, sighing.

Even if I'm going to die now, so what?

Now, are you satisfied?

Li Shujing retracted his thoughts, turned around and walked to the stairs downstairs, and gently patted the railing with his palm.

Li Lujing walked to the next floor and came to a young man.

Liu Baqiao, who finally waited for the end of the war, his lips trembled.

Li Junjing said with a smile: "Baqiao, seeing the humiliation of the beloved woman, watching her sword heart collapse, because the hostile camp can't come to the rescue, and empathize, can't help it, isn't it very uncomfortable?"

Liu Baqiao suddenly came back to his senses and was about to jump off the railing, but was stopped by Li Junjing stretching out his hand, "Just sit." ”

Liu Baqiao said guiltily: "The owner of the garden ......"

Li Junjing smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just like a woman who shouldn't like the most, it's nothing, the sky can't fall." Don't feel guilty about it. ”

Liu Baqiao didn't know how to answer, he didn't want to say words that were against his will, and he felt ashamed of the sect and the owner of the garden.

Li Junjing asked: "Su Jia has been sinking since then, it is estimated that the sword cultivator will be taken away by Zhengyang Mountain, and the sword heart will be destroyed, this fairy who originally made you babies ashamed of themselves, even if the spiritual qi of the whole person collapses, he will not be a fairy in the future, maybe even the registered female cultivator of Zhengyang Mountain is not as good." Baqiao, I just want to know, will you still like her?"

Liu Baqiao whimpered: "I like it all my life." Am I unproductive, owner?"

Li Lujing sighed with emotion: "Silly boy, it's very good." ”

"Then let's keep liking it. But don't delay your sword practice. You must know that you have always been a person I am very optimistic about, no worse than the Yellow River. I didn't tell you this before, because it was useless, and the reason why I can talk about it now is because there is no future opportunity. ”

Liu Baqiao turned his head, "Garden owner?"

Li Junjing suddenly asked: "Practice the sword well, and strive to bury my bones with that corpse in the future." Baqiao, if the feng shui turns around, Zhengyang Mountain was in full swing at that time, and our Fenglei Garden was being a man with his tail between his legs, what should you do?"

Liu Baqiao no longer had the cheekiness and courage to sit on the railing, stood in the corridor, and said solemnly: "Of course, sword cultivation uses the sword to reason. ”

Li Lujing quipped: "Yo, it's like me when I was young." ”

Then Li Lujing looked into the distance and said with a smile: "Remember, between men and women, this set will not work, don't think that your swordsmanship is high in the future, so everything is like this." When talking to the woman you love, you still have to ......"

"To be gentle, you still need to say some love words. ”

Li Junjing turned his head and looked at the retreat disciple who was slowly walking from the staircase, Huang He.

Looking at the two young men, the strongest Ten Realm Qi Cultivators in Aquarius, he smiled and said, "After I die, in the future, the Wind Thunder Garden will be handed over to the two of you to carry the beams." ”

Huang He's face was indifferent, "Master, I'm enough alone." ”

Liu Baqiao said with a hippie smile: "This relationship is good, those who can work hard, and I don't have to carry the burden." ”

Li Lujing laughed heartily and stretched out his hand to point to the Yellow River, "The killing power of sword cultivation is endless, and the fame of the world belongs to you." ”

Then his finger turned to Liu Baqiao, "The sword cultivation is chic, the wine and the beauty belong to you." ”

Li Junjing finally said leisurely: "In short, it all belongs to our Wind Thunder Garden." ”

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On the Kun boat heading to Nanjian Country, the burly man beside the woman sneered: "Except for the black-clothed sword cultivator who appeared at the end, he still has some real skills, and the other three battles are average. ”

The woman nodded and smiled, "That sword raiser is really good, I don't know if there is a chance to buy it." ”

The old lady who stood solemnly smiled and said, "Madame only needs to report the door number, and it must not be difficult to take down the sword cultivation gourd." ”

The leftmost seat, the old man in a Confucian shirt wearing a mink hat, really can't stand the noise next door, and the endless guidance of the country, since the first big battle, those guys nearby have been nitpicking, not good here, not good there, annoying to death, the old man tilted his head and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, "The swordsmanship of the three people is not as good as the sword immortals of our Juluzhou, but the three battles are full of spirit and hearty, what else is it like?"

The tall man said sharply: "The old guy is looking for death?"

The old man sneered: "What about looking for death? It's better to make a life and death situation, after watching the excitement of Fenglei Garden and Zhengyang Mountain, let's let others watch the excitement? If you win, I'll fuck your concubine for three days and three nights, what's going on?"

Don't chatter, just do what you say.

The elegant and cowardly man beside the woman became a peacemaker, "If you have something to say, say it well...... When you go out, everyone is from Juluzhou, why hurt your harmony......"

The tall and thin woman with a shriveled figure was not angry, but turned her head with interest and said with a smile: "It's a pity that you're a little older, it is estimated that your old waist can't withstand the toss of the old lady." Fighting under the bed is very different from fighting in bed. Right, old bacon?"

"Whew!"

The old man spat again, "Don't say it's you bamboo pole girl, I'll that little white-faced man with you!"

Chen Ping'an was dumbfounded.

How does it feel like you're back in Apricot Blossom Lane?

The young sword cultivator on the far right turned his head and said impatiently: "If you want to fight, hurry up, don't grind your mouth there, don't dirty our ears!"

Well, another grumpy one, not only did he not persuade him, but he also poured fuel on the fire of death.

Chen Ping'an has a little headache, shouldn't he really fight?

The female sword cultivator with a small sword in a bun was indifferent to this, but just looked up at the picture scroll, as if she was recalling the spirit contained in the three death battles.

Fortunately, the owner of the ship, who had dealt with Wei Yan before, walked over with a smile, his eyes swept over everyone, starting from the old man in the Confucian shirt, every time he saw someone, he clasped his fists and shouted a title: "Mr. Sword Urn, Mrs. Qinggu, Prince Hu Lu, can you sell me a face, that's it for today?"

It doesn't matter if the three parties don't sell the shipowner's face, or even sell a little thin noodles to Da Jiaoshan, but when the shipowner reports the simple three names, things will be simple.

The old man in the Confucian shirt nicknamed the sword urn is an extremely famous grotesque sword cultivator in the south of Juluzhou, the realm is not too high, the Jindan realm, there is no door and no faction, but he is good at raising swords in the ancient urn, and often helps the sword cultivators in the five realms to raise flying swords for free, so he makes friends all over the world.

Mrs. Qinggu is not a sword cultivator, but she has a godfather of a sword cultivator in the Ten Realms, who protects calves to the extreme, and has an extremely unreasonable divine weapon, plus the woman herself is also a martial arts master of the Seven Realms, proficient in hand-to-hand combat, and has a great reputation.

As for the young sword cultivator's compound surname Hu Lu, he is even more famous in Juluzhou, and there is no other branch in this one.

There is a land sword immortal in the family, the ancestor of the Jade Pu Realm, who is one of the sword immortals who led the team to the Inverted Hanging Mountain before, with an upright personality, and Xie Shi, the Dao master of Yizhou, is a good friend. The contemporary head of the Hulu family, is the governor of one of the largest dynasties in the east of Juluzhou, because he is not suitable for cultivation congenitally, he is a weak scholar who has no power to restrain the chicken, but he finally has 300,000 male soldiers, and has gathered nearly 1,000 sword cultivators under his command, and has the reputation of "a thousand swords and handsome".

It's not that Jiao Mountain is afraid of the three parties, not that the strength is enough to wrestle with the Hulu family, but the sky is high and the earth is far away, and the whip is beyond reach. As for Mrs. Qinggu, who likes to raise her face, and Mr. Jian Weng, who is a casual cultivator, of course, she is even more afraid of fighting Jiao Mountain, but those who come are guests, where is there a reason to do business and become an enemy.

The old man sighed, leaned forward, leaned out, turned his head to look at the young sword cultivator, and asked loudly: "The boy surnamed Hu Lu, who are you Hu Lu Yinzi?"

The young sword cultivator said angrily: "It's my uncle, who has been in retreat for many years. Do you know?"

The old man slapped his leg, "Haha, when Hu Lu Yinzi was young, the thief had no energy to have a lump on his wood, and he went back to the brothel to open meat, or Lao Tzu took him there!

The young sword cultivator blushed, and quickly glanced at the female sword cultivator beside him cautiously, and only after there was nothing unusual, did he breathe a sigh of relief slightly, and said solemnly to the bad old man: "My uncle is not this kind of person!"

The old man in the Confucian shirt rolled his eyes, "Lao Tzu and your uncle, that is a porcelain friendship that helps each other push their butts, you chick knows a fart!"

The young sword cultivator was like being struck by lightning.

The female sword cultivator finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

The old man laughed and said, "Wow, what a fierce little woman, come on, you kid has to suffer." ”

The young sword cultivator knew what was going to happen, but he didn't have time to remind him at all.

The woman's sword cultivator was already frosty, "If you don't speak disrespectfully, you will break your dog's teeth!"

Used to tie the green silk, the already very small "hairpin" flying sword, the sword body has no edge, exquisite and slender.

But when he left the green silk on the top of his master's head, the tail of the sword bloomed with a trace of snowy white light, and the trajectory of the flying sword stretched out an extremely long dazzling white line in the air.

The flying sword in the world is already known for its speed and indefensibility, but this woman's small sword is even faster to the realm of incredible.

It's so fast!

Eyes.

Chen Ping'an's mind moved slightly.

"Oh mom, it hurts Lao Tzu to death!"

The old man in the Confucian shirt covered his mouth, blood flowed, and his words were slurred.

It turned out that the flying sword pierced the skin of the mouth and directly shattered one of the old man's front teeth.

The old man laughed instead of being angry, he was extremely happy, clapped his legs with both hands, spewed a mouthful of blood spittle, and shouted vigorously: "What a 'electric switch', it is worthy of being one of the fastest flying swords in my Juluzhou, and it is worthy of its name, and it is worthy of its name!"

Even Mrs. Green Bone was a little frightened.

It is another ancestor who is a descendant of an immortal sword immortal.

And compared with the powerful Hulu family, the previous owner of the "electric switch" is a powerful man, and his combat power is extremely strong.

He once walked alone with a sword in the Middle-earth Divine Continent where the hidden dragon and crouching tiger, the sword was called "Tiger", and the flying sword was "Electric Switch".

Although Chen Ping'an didn't know the confidential inside story at the top of the mountain in Juluzhou, not to mention that they all used Juluzhou Yayan to talk, Chen Ping'an couldn't understand it at all, but this was a fairy fight that was about to come, there was no doubt about it.

So he sat honestly where he was, ready to run away at any time when something didn't happen.

Fortunately, after the small talk of this period of time, after the explanation of Chunshui and Qiushi, it is also clear that on this Kun ship that spans three continents, it is not too strange to meet any immortals.

As for the bottom of the Kun boat, the market and rivers and lakes of the Aquarius Continent actually do not have so many shocking existences, not only the small East Aquarius Continent, but even the Juluzhou, which has a large land and many swordsmen.

After the flying sword was returned to the sheath, the female sword cultivator smiled apologetically at the owner of the Jiaoshan boat, and the latter was reassured.

In fact, with her helping to make the final decision, things will not be complicated, and they will only end early.

Sure enough, the three parties quieted down, and the tense atmosphere of the previous saber rattling was gone.

At this moment, Chen Ping'an didn't feel how sinister the rivers and lakes were in the town or Luoluo Mountain, and he was far from the desperate and numb state of mind of the boy in Tsing Yi.

But after seeing the battle of sword cultivation in the banners of flowers and birds, and looking at the immortals close at hand, Chen Ping'an told himself in his heart: Chen Ping'an, don't patronize and drink, practice boxing more diligently, practice sword as soon as possible.

Chen Ping'an subconsciously turned his head to look at the sky outside the Kun boat, flying with the sword, passing through the clouds and rain, and being accompanied by flying birds, which made him look forward to it very much.