At dawn the next day, the peach blossoms of the color sword fairy hung on the willow branches, moving with the wind.

If the color sword fairy goes down the mountain and enters the city, he will definitely wear a peach blossom and swagger through the market, but there is only one situation that he does not wear, that is, he will go down the mountain again to steal corn cobs or sweet potatoes.

Zong Yang woke up, it was half an hour later, a wisp of cooking smoke curled on the top of Tiantai Mountain, and the color sword fairy with a very rural atmosphere was squatting by the bonfire to roast corn, still roasting with a sword, but he didn't tear off the sepals, avoided the open flame, and roasted by the red carbon, and there were a few washed sweet potatoes in the red carbon pile.

Seeing Zong Yang coming, Mu Tian reached out and picked up a sweet potato from the charcoal fire, rolled it back and forth in his hand, threw it to Zong Yang, and said: "You can now bear it in your imagination, so the perfect tonic porridge will be exempted, not to mention your freak body, there is no need to make up for it." ”

Zong Yang took the sweet potato and broke it in the middle, but he fell on the magic pattern in his right hand, I don't know when he began to like it, the feeling of being mixed up, as if he hadn't seen it for a long time.

Mu Tian also likes this magic pattern, saying that it has the same personality as the tattoo on his chest, and it is extremely popular.

The golden sweet potato flesh in Zong Yang's hand was full and fragrant, and Mu Tian swallowed saliva covetously when he saw it. The dignified sword fairy actually coveted a sweet potato, and when he realized that there was a bit of a fall, he turned his head and stared at the corn cob intently, and pretended to hum a little song.

Zong Yang walked over and sat down with two sweet potatoes in his hand, handed half of them to Mu Tian, who immediately took them, and glanced at Zong Yang with a curt, Zong Yang deliberately ignored them and asked, "Big brother, why did you have a nosebleed?" ”

"Oh! I forgot about it. Mu Tian took a bite of the sweet potato, patted his thigh with a high spirit, and asked with a trembling sword eyebrow: "Do you know what I saw when I went to collect corn on the cob this time?" ”

Zong Yang glanced at Mu Tian and gestured to listen.

"That old man! Haha, that old man! Mu Tian was elated, seemed to have an endless aftertaste, and continued: "The old man in the cornfield actually fought with the fat woman who planted sweet potatoes next door, that scene is really alive! The old man tightened his belt and shouted to the sky, saying that the fat woman was really a heroine among women. ”

"Then why did you get a nosebleed?" Zong Yang didn't understand the true meaning of this paragraph.

"Forehead......" Mu Tian's eyes moved, and he explained: "It was later that I was chased by the earth dog in the field for a mile, and my blood surged for a while, so I lost a little." ”

Zong Yang shook his head with the black line on his forehead, if he hadn't witnessed that step yesterday, he would never believe that the land immortals who existed like gods in the eyes of mortals would steal corn cobs and sweet potatoes, watch interesting stories in the countryside, take an ox cart into the city, and hide on the top of this desolate rooftop to participate in his heart and Taoism.

"Big brother, I have a message in my heart." Zong Yang chewed a bite of sweet potato, and without waiting for Mu Tian's response, he said solemnly: "There is a huge disparity between you and me, and it is a loss to you to be brothers." ”

Mu Tian originally thought that the sweet potato in his mouth was hot, and he inhaled the cool air urgently, listening to Zong Yang's words, as soon as he closed his mouth, he swallowed the sweet potato with a bang, the corners of his mouth were as resolute as a sculpture, and teased: "Then you carry my way for me, so that I will not lose." ”

"That's not going to work." Zong Yang retorted with a smile, if he agreed, the sleeping dice in the small hall would get up and go crazy.

Mu Tian also smiled and said, "The True Color Sword Immortal will wipe his ass with the sage book, but the word brother is as precious as my wine review." Boy, don't be presumptuous, in a few years, your limelight will overshadow me. ”

"Wine reviews?" Zong Yang seemed to have heard a new word again.

Mu Tian's eyes lit up like a few treasures: "I have traveled all over the world and drank the world's fine wines, and this wine review is my hard work, but I haven't completely completed this review." ”

"Why?" Zong Yang asked seriously.

"You definitely don't know that in the center of our continent, there is a small world that mortals cannot set foot in, called the Central Cloud Realm." Mu Tian revealed a secret that was not a secret.

"What kind of place is that?" For Zong Yang, who has a blank sheet of paper, all the information in the world is worth absorbing.

"The central cloud realm is controlled by the Tianxi people, who are the hybrid descendants of humans and dragons, and according to legend, tens of thousands of years ago, the nine ancestors of the Tianxi people were born, saved the world from the hands of the demon gods, and became the most powerful authority in this world."

For some reason, Zong Yang suddenly felt a sense of arrogance in his heart, and he instinctively had the urge to challenge the strongest Tianxi man in the world.

"In my lifetime, I must go to the Central Cloud Realm once, taste the fine wine there, and make up for my fine wine review." Mu Tian picked up the wine gourd and took a sip, only to feel that the good wine on weekdays was a little boring.

……

The two freaks chatting, which was the only pleasure on the rooftop, Zong Yang came to the eagle's beak boulder and immediately began to visualize.

Entering the meditation world, it was still a trillion flame sun, and when Zong Yang's divine sense went to peek at the flame sun yesterday, he was shocked to find that it was gone, replaced by a word that bloomed with dazzling white light, which was the word "war" in the magic pattern of his right hand.

Why is that?!

Zong Yang was immersed in shock, the black aura of death followed him like a shadow, and he hurriedly locked on a hot sun next to the word "war", urging trillions of hot suns to gather the power of the sun.

The breath of death once again rules the meditation world, like a lifeless hell, but there is still a trace of connection that pulls Zong Yang, who is about to fall into the dark abyss, this trace of connection comes from the only remaining flame sun in hell, and the word "war" that glows with an inextinguishable light.

In reality, the magic pattern on Zong Yang's right hand is turning into tiny particles, penetrating into the skin, and entering the body with the blood, and the last black word "war" suddenly appears in the center of his eyebrows. The black color is like a layer of black sand, as if a gust of wind from heaven and earth blows it away, revealing the dazzling white light of the word "war", which is more and more dazzling against the backdrop of the dead yin and black qi that emerges from the body.

In the meditation world, around the burning sun, a magic pattern appeared out of thin air, and the light of the burning sun gradually dissipated, and in the white light, it turned into an upright word "battle", which buzzed and swirled in the center of the magic pattern.

Mu Tian just walked over while gnawing on the corn cob, and when he saw the word "war" in the center of Zong Yang's eyebrows, he stood in place as if he was infected by a bloody battle intent, and he was magnificent.

Zong Yang had already meditated on the limit, the world collapsed in an instant, and the hell disappeared with it, he opened his eyes weakly, felt the scenery of the yang world, and witnessed the extraordinary scene in front of him.

The entire rooftop of the rooftop, whether it is sediment or gravel, floats from the ground, condenses with the scorching air, and even the pieces of green tiles on the broken roof are ready to move.

Mu Tian entered an elusive artistic conception, his face was expressionless, Zong Yang slowly stood up, he didn't know that Mu Tiancheng was like this, all thanks to his heroic fighting intent.

Boom –

With this muffled thunder, Zong Yang consciously raised his head, and suddenly saw the black clouds gathering in the sky above his head, the wind howling, and a vision in the sky.

If the old Taoist who drew the visualization map for Zong Yang came to see it, he would recognize this vision.

Mu Tian's eyes suddenly opened like a closed eye, and he didn't move, and there was a sound from the side of the small hall, it turned out that his sword broke through the top of the small hall, like an arrow shot by a strong crossbow.

Mu Tian's right arm was raised, holding the sword in his hand, without any sword moves, nor any momentum, just simply closing the sword behind his back, and then slashing out a sword directly above his head.

Zong Yang didn't see anything cut out of the sword, but what he couldn't see with his eyes might not be there, he still vaguely felt something terrifying, like seeing the scales of the divine dragon in the clouds.

The mud and sand gravel frozen in the air landed in an instant, Mu Tian stood with his sword in a chic manner, the wind blew his clothes, revealing the turtle and the words under the placket, and Zong Yang looked up at the sky in a daze, and saw that the black clouds that suddenly gathered in the sky were divided into two!

For a long time, until the black clouds in the sky dissipated without a trace, and it seemed that nothing had happened, Zong Yang lowered his head stiffly and asked, "Big brother, ...... just now"

Mu Tian picked up the corn cob, took a bite, smiled, and replied, "It's okay, little scene." ”