The young man's words that really don't know the height of the sky, if they are heard in the ears of those shallow people, they will definitely regard him as an extreme Yelang arrogance, and the yellow-mouthed child is extremely ridiculous!

But Feng Shanbai did not show the slightest arrogant attitude, and even because of these words, he looked down on this green-robed boy even more.

The old man, who has lived in seclusion in Quanzhen Mountain all the year round, realizes at this moment that the old saying that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes really has its meaning.

Ling Pu, the great vassal king of the Splendid Dynasty, and Yao Ying, the sword immortal of the Bingyou clan, gave birth to a son, who should have such a great ambition!

Before Feng Shanbai could comment on Ling Zhen's words, Ling Zhen said something again, making Feng Daxia like five thunderbolts.

Ling Zhen said in a very serious tone: "One day in the future, I will go to Yu Youcong to ask for a sword, no matter whether I live or die, I will definitely do it!" ”

Ling Xiaoxiao was holding the little peach and crying, and she didn't react to Ling Zhen's words for a while.

But Feng Shanbai stood beside him, but he heard every word clearly, and he didn't miss half a point.

Feng Shanbai, who had had his arms cut off by Yu Youcong, was so surprised that he hurriedly shouted, "Do you know what you're talking about? Yu Youcong is the sword god of Hanlan Continent, and he is almost no less than the existence of the Terran Emperor of Tongtian Island, you can see me, I have also challenged him, but the result is ......"

"The result is that you have no regrets in your life, old timer, right?"

Ling Zhen suddenly interrupted and asked such a sentence.

As soon as these words came out, Feng Shanbai was stunned on the spot.

After a while, the old man in rough clothes had to nod, "There are indeed no regrets, being able to fight with a strong man who stands at the peak of the human race's sword path is tantamount to asking the sword to the sky, I am very satisfied to have such a time in this life, even if I lose two arms......"

Ling Zhen smiled, he stretched out a hand and put it on the shoulder of the old man's empty sleeves, "Feng Daxia, you are really a hero, I hope that in the future, I can also become a chivalrous man like you, as for defeating the Sword God, you didn't do it, let me do it." ”

Feng Shanbai listened to the young man's words, but he didn't feel that this person was talking big, and he didn't even ask rhetorically: "Just you?" ”

Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief, Feng Shanbai said: "There are talented people in the country, each leading the way for hundreds of years, and if you don't do well in the future, there will really be a day when this world will appear in an era that belongs to you Ling Zhen......"

The old man, who had no arms, stood on one leg with one leg bent, and with great skill replaced the "hand" with the toes of his toes, and took out a pamphlet from his pocket.

Ling Zhen took the cheats book handed over by the old man with his feet, looked down, and saw that there were four big characters written on it, "Qianjun Sword Technique".

Feng Shanbai smiled and said: "This is a set of swordsmanship that I have learned all my life, if I was only cut off an arm, most of them would have already used this swordsmanship to fight Yu Youcong for the second time, haha, take it, although it is not invincible, but I am confident that this Qianjun sword technique can cover most of the vulgar swordsmanship in the world, and there is no pressure." If you really have the opportunity to challenge Yu Youcong in the future, I beg you to use this technique to make a sword, and it will be regarded as me asking the sword god again! ”

Ling Zhen pinched the sword book given by Feng Shanbai, and said bluntly: "The seniors don't need to use the word 'ask', if I really dare to ask the sword in the sky in the future, I will definitely do my best to make this thousand sword tricks and not disappoint the seniors!" ”

Thinking of something, Ling Zhen quickly looked at the location of Huo Di, the "Sword Dao Buddha".

But there was no trace of the red-robed monk in the Western Regions.

Feng Shan Baiqi was surprised and sighed: "After being so seriously injured through my chest, I can still slip under my nose, this kid has something." ”

Ling Zhen said on his lips, "That fight is seriously injured, it is not enough to be troubled", but in his heart, he had actually thought about hurrying to the Peach Blossom Palace where the fifth brother-in-law was located, and informed Lu Yi in advance, although the probability was very small, but he still had to remind Lu Daoxian that he must not fall for the plot of the treacherous villain!

Of course, the Pulian Mountain Garan Temple's orthodox ambition to swallow the Central Plains Buddhism, Ling Zhen would also tell Xianhao, Lu Yi and Baizhu Master without reservation.

Feng Shanbai was in a good mood, and he really pitied the girl who lost her parents at such a young age, so he generously agreed and decided to take Xiao Taozi as his disciple.

The rivers and lakes are big, the temples are far away, the world is free, and the people are happy.

Little Peach follows her, then she can go anywhere, and no one can bully her!

This is the guarantee that Feng Shanbai swore to say.

Bidding farewell to the old Feng seniors with empty sleeves, Ling Zhen and Eighth Sister Ling Xiaoxiao left Quanzhen Mountain and continued to hurry.

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The sky is high, and the land is wide.

There is an abundance of aura that continues to permeate the sky.

Good scenery in the world, a golden ancient city wall, the highest position in the north.

Squatting was a handsome young man wearing a gorgeous cyan robe, with a lean figure and a red and pink sword pinned to his waist.

Above the towering city, there are no patrolling soldiers standing guard today, quiet and quiet, with the sound of needles falling.

Since his whereabouts had been covered by the boy in the green robe, no one could discover the man's existence, which saved him a lot of unnecessary trouble!

The high place is cold, and the finch is difficult to fly.

In the cracks of the city bricks, there will be wisps of qi from time to time, emitting outward.

Although ordinary people are almost invisible to the naked eye, this young man with a detached temperament can find the direction of the breath very clearly!

Peeling back the cocoon, he clearly perceived all the traces of the spiritual power in the city.

Even if there is only a trace of it, it will never escape his extremely keen five senses, and the whole body is mysterious!

As long as he wants to intercept and capture, he can divide it without leaking it, and keep all the diffused aura for himself.

It's just that the man doesn't want to do it at all, and he doesn't want to do it.

At this moment, the man's delicate peach blossom eyes were full of disgust, contempt, contempt, and spit.

It's like a big living person with strong vitality, staring at the rotting corpses of a pile of carapace bugs on the ground.

It's too unbearable to look at, and it's almost nauseous!

He stepped on the bricks of the city wall that contained hidden mysteries.

With your legs folded and your elbows touching your knees, you look down on the people in the city who are drinking and celebrating, enjoying themselves.

Suddenly, he took a sip, and the spit shot down like a flying sword, cutting through the air, and smashing from the top of the city wall several feet high to the bottom!

The "saliva sword" immediately caused the land to sink into a small pit, a little dust floated up, and the smoke swayed slowly.

The so-called spit into nails!

The blue-robed young man narrowed his good-looking eyes, and spat out two words that were the most appropriate and appropriate to describe the group of people in the garden in the city—"ants." ”

After saying this, it was not enough to enjoy it, so he added one more sentence: "Watch Lao Tzu crush you for a while!" ”