Chenchen played with the dragon yin sword in his hand, and then remembered the terrifying strength of the gray-clothed man just now, and couldn't help but sink in his heart: "Being targeted by the throne cultivator, it seems that it will not be so easy in the future." Chenchen smiled bitterly, but suddenly raised his head in a daze and muttered, "Could it be ...... Is he the one who robbed his mother?"

Chenchen's face changed suddenly: "I see, I said how did he know the martial arts I used at that time, it must be." ”

Chenchen gritted his teeth fiercely, staring at the jungle where the gray-clothed man was just now, and couldn't help roaring angrily, and then swung out a sword without reservation.

How could that small jungle withstand the power of Chenchen's sword, and it was still a angry blow, but in an instant, the entire jungle was flattened.

Chenchen's face was gloomy and a little terrifying, and he said slowly word by word: "Today is my strength is not enough, and the next time I meet, I will kill you." ”

After venting well in the demon beast jungle, after finding that the man in gray was really gone, he didn't follow him, and then he dragged the dragon sword with heavy steps and walked towards the sect step by step.

The weight of this dragon sword is not light, according to Chenchen's estimate, at least it weighs a few hundred catties, but even so, this weight naturally cannot affect its walking footsteps.

Chenchen dragged the Dragon Yin Sword to the sect with heavy footsteps, and the murderous awe-inspiring aura around him was not hidden, which couldn't help but make the gatekeepers on duty stunned, and then hurriedly opened the sect to let Chenchen enter.

Watching Chenchen walk into it step by step with heavy footsteps, the few people on duty all looked at each other and didn't know why, and said in their hearts: "Ya, if you go out today, is this stimulated or what." However, several of them were also clever and did not speak.

After coming to the sect, the dragon sword in his hand has been collected into the mysterious space in his body by Chenchen, although Chenchen is very angry now, but now he still has not reached the kind of Cheng dù who has lost his mind.

So it's best to hide your strength as much as possible.

Thinking back to what happened just now, Chenchen became more and more angry, his face was gloomy and almost dripping water, his hands were clenched tightly, and the murderous aura on his body was also undisguisedly released.

Before I knew it, I had come to the door of my house, and I was just about to push the door when a familiar voice came from behind me: "Brother Chen, can we go have a cup of tea together?" The latter smiled lightly, the feeling of indescribable laziness.

Chenchen's angry feelings converged slightly, and then he took a deep breath and slowly turned around.

"Brother Han, I don't have any interest in Xia this time, how about I go to Xia Xia to drink tea in person another day?" Chenchen hugged his fists, and his face gradually recovered his calmness.

Ling Han stood behind him lazily leaning against a stone pillar, and the smell of wine on his body was also undisguised, giving people the impression that his whole person was like a drunkard wrapped in a wine jar.

Smelling the pungent smell of wine, Chenchen frowned slightly, very puzzled, according to Ling Han's cultivation, this bit of wine power would naturally not stay on his body.

Ling Han also seemed to see Chenchen's puzzlement, came to Chenchen with a smile, gently patted Chenchen on the shoulder, and said with a faint smile: "I like this feeling very much, at least I don't think about her in this feeling." ”

Miss her? The one in Ling Han's mouth was naturally that Lin Xinlian, and then Chenchen also sighed a little helplessly.

"Let's go, Brother Chen, I just have something to discuss with you today, how about we talk while drinking tea?" Ling Han patted Chenchen's shoulder again, smiled slightly, and said. Chenchen nodded, this time he was not refusing, since Ling Han said that there were some things to discuss with him, then this matter must be related to himself.

The two of them found a quiet attic, found two stone platforms, and sat opposite each other. "I don't know what Brother Han has to do, you might as well say it clearly. Chenchen smiled faintly and reached out to make a gesture of please.

Ling Han on the side didn't answer, his body was still twisting slowly, as if there were nails underneath him, making him uncomfortable to sit on.

"Don't worry. Ling Han smiled slightly, and casually, a teapot appeared in his hand, only to see that he put the kettle on the stone platform, and the two jade cups were also in place.

Chenchen was a little puzzled, drinking tea is to drink the freshest fresh, this kind of tea that has been brewed and has been cold has been drunk into the stomach, but it will hurt the stomach, although it is not a big deal in terms of the cultivation of the two of them, but after all, it is not very good-looking.

Ling Han seemed to see Chenchen's doubts, and then smiled lightly, and his palm was again, only to see a fiery red flame suddenly rise, and even the surrounding cold qi was dispelled.

Chen Chen's heart couldn't help but be shocked, this ability to turn into a substantial flame was obviously a means that only a powerhouse at the peak of the sect rank possessed, and it seemed that he still underestimated Ling Han.

Chenchen thought to himself, the beating flame in Ling Han's palm also flew out, and instantly wrapped the kettle on the stone platform.

For a long time, wisps of steaming tea cigarettes rose and rushed to the face, making the morning dust sitting opposite refreshed. The fragrance of this tea is like exuding the smell of spring flowers, but faintly you can feel a cold air, and the gathering of these two large drops is quite strange.

The beating flame slowly disappeared, Ling Han smiled and filled the teacup in front of the two of them, and then picked up his teacup: "Come, Brother Chen, how ......about tasting my Hanqing tea" Then Ling Han also ignored the morning dust on the other side, smiled and took the lead in drinking it.

Chenchen smiled, and since he smelled the fragrance of tea, the anger in his heart has also dissipated a lot. Chenchen slowly picked up the teacup in his hand and took a sip at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly a steaming feeling with a little coldness was refreshing.

"Good tea, good tea......" After speaking, he drank it all. Only then did he put down the teacup, and then looked at Ling Han fixedly: "I don't know what happened to Brother Han?"

"Not bad. Ling Han also slowly put down the teacup in his hand and smiled slightly: "I wonder how sure Brother Chen is of this palace test?"

"Seventy percent grasps the ......" Chenchen blurted out without hesitation, and then groaned slightly: "But if you are against Brother Shanghan, fifty percent." ”

"Oh?" Ling Han sighed softly and looked at Chenchen: "I don't know if Brother Chenchen knows about Linghu Ji?"

"Linghu Ji?" Chen Chen frowned slightly, and couldn't help thinking about the name in his heart, but Ling Han on the other side stopped talking, looking at Chen Chen with a smile and waiting for Chen Chen's answer.

Chenchen pondered for a long time, and suddenly his heart moved: "Could it be that the Linghu Ji that Brother Han said is the second-ranked lonely sword Linghu Ji in the Heavenly Temple?"

"Not bad. Ling Han smiled slightly, slowly stood up and turned his back to Chenchen: "This person is the only person in this sect who cultivates swordsmanship...... Ling Han's voice paused, and then he said slowly: "This person has also stayed in the Spirit Hall like me, and this person is also very favored by the sect master. ”

Chenchen's eyes rolled, but he was looking forward to the so-called palace test in his heart, and he didn't know who was better after his Dragon Yin Sword against the lonely sword of Shangling Fox Ji?" Chenchen clenched his fists slightly and said.

Ling Han looked at Chenchen with a little surprise: "Why doesn't Brother Chen ask how strong this person is?"

After hearing this, Chenchen smiled slightly: "This person ranks second in the Heavenly Palace, that is, he is not as strong as Brother Han, not to mention this strength." ”

"Hehe, you're wrong, the two of us haven't really fought each other, this ranking is just some people's foolishness. Ling Han paused: "Last year, I fought with this person slightly, and according to my estimate, this person's strength is by no means below me." ”

"Oh?" This time, Chang Chenchen was a little surprised, and his eyes looked at Ling Han with some interest: "I don't know how this person's cultivation is?" "Now ......" Ling Han frowned slightly, and after a slight groan, he said: "Now this person should break through to the barrier of the Great Sword Master in the Sword Dao and enter the strength of the Great Sword Master." ”

Chenchen nodded, and stopped talking, the strength of the Great Sword Master Yipin, who was also a sword cultivator, naturally knew what his strength was, that is, the level that was infinitely close to the peak of the sect level.

"I wonder how sure Brother Chen is now?" Ling Han smiled slightly, looked at Chenchen, and said playfully. "Fifty percent sure ......," Chenchen said again without hesitation.

Immediately, both of them laughed out loud, and drank the teacup in each other's hands to each other.

(To be continued.)

It took a long time to get the words that were squeezed together.

What a hassle. ）