"Fuyaozi? Are you Chen Jun? ”

Murong Longcheng carefully looked at the sloppy old man in front of him, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

It stands to reason that when he was invincible in the world, this person was still in the world, but unfortunately he had only heard his name and not seen him.

The old Taoist robe is old and tattered, looking sloppy, but the face is ruddy like a baby, the crane hair is high, the appearance is clear, a jade handle in the sleeve is dusty around the wrist, a pair of eyes are clear and distinct, like a young man with a crown, there is an indescribable vulgar appearance, to that station, the wind and snow swing by, just like to fly away from the world at any time.

Chen Jian smiled faintly: "In the past, Murong Jushi was powerful in the world, looking at the rivers and lakes, how unstoppable, naturally he would not know me as an old man of idle clouds and wild cranes, but I have seen you." ”

"Oh?" Murong Longcheng narrowed his eyes when he heard this, "When?" Whence? ”

Chen Tuan held the dust in his hand and sighed: "It was when Your Excellency turned into a disguise and became an official in the Khitan in order to set off the Song-Liao dispute; At that time, in order to chase the wild donkey, Poor Dao searched all over the world, and happened to be in the territory of Daliao. ”

Murong Longcheng's face remained unchanged, and his tone was also indifferent, and he snorted: "It's nonsense, the deity has never had any great Liao as an official. ”

Chen Jian shook his head and said: "Not only have I seen Murong Jushi in Liao, but I have also seen it in Tubo, you were incarnated as a Tianzhu monk at that time, and you were regarded as a guest by the Tubo royal family, but later you secretly seized the "Seven-Character Mantra Mantra" of the 'Black Sect', and stole the 'King Kong Sect' A sect known as the protector of the dragon elephant, and then plotted a few major events, causing turmoil in various religions, fighting constantly, and vainly trying to lead the spearhead to the Central Plains, but in the end the enemy retreated, and the matter was stopped. ”

He rolled his eyes and looked at a few people.

Just before he could speak, Duan Siping already had a cloudy and uncertain face, turned his head to look at Murong Longcheng, and said with a smile: "You are the demon monk who stole my Duan's "Kurong Zen Gong" and "Yiyang Finger" and assassinated the descendants of my Duan clan's royal family?" I say, when did Tibet ever produce such figures; Back then, I traced the traces to Tubo, and I wanted to kill, but those sects had already been greatly injured, and I felt something different, so I stopped killing and secretly discovered the existence of the Tianzhu monks, but unfortunately you hid quickly. ”

Murong Longcheng still didn't blush, his heart didn't beat, and he didn't respond, he just looked at Chen Tuan directly.

In fact, he was also surprised in his heart, these things were unknown to people, ghosts were unaware, and he thought that he was very well hidden, and he didn't want to fall into the eyes of others.

Murong Longcheng said indifferently: "Can chasing a wild donkey catch up with Daliao and Tubo?" It is said that you have practiced a sleeping kung fu, I think you are sleeping stupidly. ”

"Hehe, it's not a coincidence, Ben Taibao saw that miscellaneous donkey back then." Li Cunxiao's words were amazing, as if he was smiling but not smiling, and his words did not look like a lie, "Maybe in terms of age, that donkey will live longer than you." ”

Murong Longcheng's face was gloomy as if he could drip water, and now he has become the target of everyone, thanks to Chen Lu's words.

Chen Tuan didn't care about the other party's gaze at all, and said: "The origin of that donkey is a little unusual, it is said to be the mount of Zhang Guolao, one of the eight immortals, what is it called'Thousands of miles alone, stepping on snow and chasing clouds' is rarer than thousands of miles of horses and sweaty horses." ”

The blue-robed scribe said lukewarmly: "No matter how rare it is, it is still a beast, can it still become a sperm." ”

Chen Tuan smiled lightly: "It's not a secret, that donkey has mastered spiritual wisdom, not only that, but also practiced martial arts, copper skin and iron bones, invulnerable, otherwise I wouldn't have spent decades looking for it." ”

The wind and snow are getting heavier, and several people seem to be talking aimlessly, while moving under their feet, changing their positions, and their breath is secretly raised.

The blue-robed scribe's face stiffened, and his sneer became heavier: "Hey, blow it, just blow it, blow a few more mouthfuls, that beast is definitely better than us, just let it soar in the day." ”

Chen Jian said very seriously: "The old way is not a lie, that donkey has been fed by Lu Dongbin for a few years since Zhang Guo was old; It is said that he swallowed a lot of heavenly treasures and elixirs, and he should have been dying, not wanting to meet a stranger, who not only led him to his spiritual wisdom with spiritual thoughts, but also passed on a very strange "Inner Fist", which turned the majestic medicinal power into essence and flesh and blood with the method of swallowing strength; Therefore, the donkey only feeds on the treasures of heaven and earth, and the essence of heaven and earth lives forever in the world. ”

"Someone surnamed Chen?"

The Jintai monk, who had been silent, slowly raised his eyes.

Chen Tuan nodded and said: "Yes, it is the person surnamed Chen, in the past, it was only from this old way that he learned about the existence of this donkey, but hundreds of years of time, this donkey has already opened his mind, not only is his body strong and superb, but also has achieved an extraordinary internal force, he once ran to the West and was regarded as an evil demon by a group of natives, attracting countless believers to bow day and night, and almost became an emperor." ”

At first, Chen Zhuo was just secretly storing his spirit and just waiting for the big battle, but how could he think that the more Chen Shu said it, the more evil it became, especially when it came to the three words "surnamed Chen", he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, a donkey, and almost became an emperor?

And when Chen Tuan mentioned the person surnamed Chen, he glanced at him with a meaningful look.

Not only Chen Zhuo, but the eyes of the rest of the people gradually became strange, and it looked like seeing a yellow dog flying into the sky, and seeing a ghost in the blue sky and daytime.

It's a goblin.

Li Cunxiao suddenly shrunk his shoulders a little uncomfortably, and said with a smile: "It's good to say, Ben Taibao's kung fu also has something to do with that strange person, but if I see him, I will only compete to see if the blue is better than the blue...... And ......"

The corners of his mouth grinned, the more grinning he grew, the smile on his face also turned into a wild laugh, and his long burnt yellow hair like artemisia grass burst out, like a long snake dancing wildly, and a terrifying qi burst out of his body, like substance, as if a blood mist drilled out of his pores and flesh, wrapped in an iron lance, and spread all over his body.

"Grind, stop talking nonsense, I can't help it!"

His scarlet eyes turned in the sockets, and the iron lance in his hand turned into a match, and only a blood-colored full moon seemed to appear out of thin air in the wind and snow, covering everyone.

Woo!

A shrill wind whistled out.

Everyone had been waiting for a long time, and the moment of dodging was to start together.

"Humph!"

As soon as Murong Longcheng flew away, the killing machine rose sharply, and the moment he took off and moved in the air, outside his body, layers of sword qi were invisible, like the waves of a long river, circling and turning, and the sword shot in all directions, enveloping everyone in it.

While both offensive and defensive, he seemed to make indiscriminate moves, but when he turned around, he was already in front of Chen Zhuo, and his sword pointed at the air to connect the dots, and it came suddenly.

"Boy, die!"

Wisps of sword qi approached Chen Zhuo.

Duan Siping originally wanted to find Murong Longcheng first to settle a grudge, but as soon as he saw a flower, there was already one more person, and it was the blue-robed scribe.

The Jintai monk proclaimed the Buddha's horn, his feet were steady, and with the momentum of Wei Tuo's subduing demons, he grabbed and probed with his big hand, and actually grabbed the rod in Li Cunxiao's hand to stir up the wind and clouds.

During the stalemate, the two of them just crashed into the distance like two wild bulls, and with a bang, they crashed into a mountain wall, and everywhere they passed was devastated, all like paper paste, leaving only Li Cunxiao's crazy laughter.

Chen Jian shook the dust, and didn't see how to move, the black wooden sword on his back shook for no reason, and the "whoosh" flew away from the air, slashing towards the distant snow curtain like a meteor.

The castration of the wooden sword was amazing, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

"Boom!"

Hearing a thunderous explosion from the depths of the snow curtain, the wooden sword turned back and hovered two feet in front of Chen Shu, flying without falling.

"Lightning fencing? Good sword! In the snow, a figure strode forward, but the sound of the opening was full of evil, it was light and heavy, and two voices were separated, "Okay, I finally caught up, poor Dao Yaozi, lead the tricks of the sages of the Daomen, please!" ”

So far, the world's masters have arrived.

(End of chapter)