"It's a good move, a good move, a good move. The old gentleman in the private school looked at the chess game in front of him and said leisurely, and the old servant on the opposite side looked puzzled.

"Sir, tell me where there is a skill. The old servant looked at the old man in the private school and asked lightly.

"I'm not talking about the game of chess in front of me, but about the whole worldly chess game. Just now, the ancestor of our Taoist Heavenly Sect suffered a lot of losses, which is really interesting. The old man of the private school took a sip of tea slightly, and his face was full of joy.

"Sir, that Taoist ancestor has the ability to perceive the heavens, who can make him suffer?" the old servant asked with a slight surprise.

"That old guy does have some skills, but this ability is used in the wrong place. It's just used on that crazy man's body, it's not self-inflicted, it's boring, it deserves it. The old man of the private school said happily.

"Madman, who is it?" said the slave, the more confused he became, he could not help but ask.

You must know that the old ancestor of Taoist Tianzong is a person who sits on the same level as the old gentleman in front of him, and there are a few people in the world today who sit on an equal footing with the old gentleman in front of him.

"The Demon Saint Lord back then, a crazy old guy. I don't know where I've gone now, but it looks like I'm still alive and well. The old man of the private school gently put down a chess piece, looked at it for a long time, and said slowly.

The old man who looked like a slave smiled bitterly and didn't say much. When the Taoist Tianzong, who was counted all over the world, met this old ancestor, he lost three hundred years of Taoism in vain, even the old gentleman in front of him couldn't do it so easily, not to mention his own slave status, where would he dare to comment on this uneasy old ancestor.

"Who is that Daoist? Lingyun on the quiet path looked at Confucius and asked.

Confucius was about to leave and return to the mountain gate, but he just looked at the three Qingyun in front of him, remembered the master, and couldn't help but go on a journey with everyone.

"That sloppy ugly Taoist leader, the Taoist name is a genius born with jade, known as the genius of the Taoist Tianzong who counts five hundred at the top and eight hundred at the bottom. The Confucian in Confucian clothes said with emotion.

"What does it mean to be born with a jade?" Yi Feng, who had been silent since the Dao Master left, suddenly said.

"In heaven and earth, there is always something magical going on. For example, the Vermilion Bird on your body was originally a wisp of remnant soul, which was created by heaven and earth, but it was born again with the help of your fire aura. This jade guy is also a blessed person who has been created by heaven and earth, when this person was born, the vision of heaven and earth, and he was born with a jade in his mouth. The cultivation talent is far beyond everyone else, and he was selected by the old ancestor of the Taoist family to sit as a closed disciple. The old ancestor of Taoism is famous for his divination skills, and this person has a faint meaning of surpassing that old ancestor. Due to the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, leaking the heavenly machine will definitely lose longevity, but the jade in this person's mouth can actually resolve the drawbacks of this technique, and it is really an existence against the sky. The three talismans that were sent to you, you must keep them close to you, and you can have one more life when you are locked up. The Confucian man said with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Then it's true that he said that you have a way to solve the problem of the little monk?" Yi Feng suddenly looked up at the Confucian man, his eyes staring at the Confucian man and asked.

"You're interesting, your situation hasn't been resolved, and you're worried about others?" Confucius said with a smile.

Yi Feng didn't answer, his eyes were still staring at the man in front of him.

Qingyun next to him raised his head slightly and looked at the two of them, without saying a word, quietly following the crowd.

As if he couldn't stand Yi Feng's gaze, Confucian sighed slowly: "Where is the solution, it's just a point of no return." How could that sloppy Taoist priest be so kind, don't say it yourself, and award me this great merit, but I have a little relationship with Qingyun. ”

"You say there is no point of return?" Yi Feng clenched his hands, his face bloodshot.

Qingyun on the side didn't raise his head, as if he already knew, but just patted Yi Feng gently, and walked away from everyone alone.

"Not bad. But how is it that cultivation is not a point of no return? In his body lives a dragon that devours life, constantly devouring his life. There are only two solutions: one is to forcibly take it out, but there is a ninety percent chance of death, and a one percent chance of surviving; Confucius said slowly.

"Then how to domesticate?" Qingyun in front of him looked as usual, as if he was not talking about himself.

"You need to find the Ancient Qilin Blood Pool and exercise yourself to accommodate the dragon in your body. Then there is a chance to go to Danzong to find another giant dragon, Samadhi True Fire, and the two dragons fight each other, so that there is a chance to domesticate. It's just that every step is unpredictable, and it is really a point of no return. Confucian looked at Qingyun and said hesitantly.

Qingyun slowly lowered his head, looked at the mountain road under his feet, and said no more.

Walking in the same mountain road, a young man dressed in green clothes, with a slender figure, his hair was not tied, and he was scattered behind him. In the young man's hand, a dagger-sized snow-white short sword, a small sword spike, and a statue of Pixiu hung on the sword spike.

The young man sat on the side of the road, lying on the side of the road with no one around, chewing a grass in his mouth, and looking lazily at Qianfang.

After a while, there was a puff of smoke and dust in all directions, and the smoke and dust got closer and closer, and when they reached the young man's eyes, there were four rough men dressed in blue and red clothes. Each man carried a strange knife tip behind his back, saying that it was weird, and it looked dull, but it gave people a cold and solemn aura. However, it is uncomfortable that all four of them have disabilities, or have a broken arm, or a missing eye, or an ear, or a leg. The four of them had hideous faces, fat and fierce bodies, open chests and exposed bellies, and sat down with four fierce flying leopards, with spots all over their bodies, shining in the sun.

The corners of the young man's mouth curled slightly, he stretched lazily, touched the snow-white short sword in his hand, and walked to the middle of the road.

Billowing smoke and dust, four angry men, did not slow down, the evil beasts under the seat, roared again and again.

The young man in Tsing Yi bowed, drew his sword, took out his sword, and swung his sword into the sheath.

The billowing smoke and dust actually stopped in front of the young man, turning into a vomiting ball of blood.

The four hideous men got up and retreated just now, only then did they escape. Now that he landed safely, he was staring at the young Erlang in front of him from afar.

"Your Excellency, what do you want to do here?" asked a one-eyed hideous man in a deep voice, but a bad feeling rose in his heart.

"Do what you did before, rob houses. The man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, but his eyes were staring at the four of them.

"How about we leave all our money behind and buy a way through?" said the one-eyed man, frowning slightly.

"Not enough. The man in Tsing Yi replied categorically.

"It's too much to deceive people, it's really when the four of us are afraid of you, big brother, kill him. The man who broke one leg on the side said anxiously, and even took out a huge axe from his back, and faint blood flashed.

"Kill people and sell more goods, good idea. The young man in Tsing Yi raised his head slightly to look at the man with the stump, slowly looked up at the sky and said.

The one-eyed man led by him was slightly startled, and shouted loudly: "Your Excellency, don't deceive people too much, the four of us are the Heavenly Evil Sect~"

Before he finished speaking, the figure of the man in Tsing Yi suddenly disappeared, and the one-legged man had just raised the axe, but his head was slowly separated from his body, and there was no painful look on his face, he looked blankly at the body below, and slowly fell backwards.

The one-eyed man, without further words, leaned sideways, a huge black wide knife slashed forward, a snow-white short sword, or a short sword without a scabbard, gently blocked upward, that is, the wide black knife, slapped back. The white light in the scabbard flashed, but the man who was missing an arm was split in two from the middle, his eyes were full of shock, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

The one-eared man in the distance looked at the two people who died in an instant, and suddenly went crazy, slapped the leopard under him with a pair of rough big hands, and fled frantically backwards.

The young man in Tsing Yi shook his head helplessly, muttered a word of trouble, turned around, bowed, took out the knife with his right hand, and swiped upward. A huge white sword light emitted from the short white short sword, and the sword light was extremely fast, and it flew behind the one-eared man in an instant.

The one-eared man heard a loud sound of breaking wind, turned his head to look, only to feel a white light pass by, and the leopard under him, his body was split in two. The one-eared man felt that he was not reconciled, what was originally an easy errand was so easy to give his life. There are still a few beautiful women in the family waiting for themselves and looking forward to themselves, and now they can't go back.

The one-eyed man groaned slightly, his hands tightly gripping the black hilt in his hand, and his back was covered with cold sweat. The single eye stared at the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him, his feet were rooted, and he was motionless.

The man in Tsing Yi turned around slowly, spit out the blades of grass in his mouth at will, and casually hooked his hand at the one-eyed man.

The one-eyed man was thirsty in his throat, his forehead was instantly covered with fine beads of sweat, and he looked at the man in Tsing Yi and said, "I don't know who Your Excellency is, but what kind of grudge do you have with the four people below?"

"Is there a grudge? The young man in Tsing Yi raised his head slightly, looked up at the sun in the sky, and said slowly.

"Please also let me know, so that you can understand. The one-eyed man said cautiously, but there was an extra cyan jade in his hand.

"Shushan lost a sword because of a sword idiot, and was ridiculed by the people under the mountain for many years. Your Excellency still has an impression?" said the young man in Tsing Yi slowly.

The one-eyed man swallowed his saliva quietly, a few drops of sweat fell from his hands holding the knife, and he was just silent when he heard the words, not saying a word.

"Forgot, if it weren't for some tricks played by the four of you, many sword cultivators of the Sword Sect would not be able to get out, so how could the sword idiot leave easily. I don't know if it's a grudge?" After speaking, the young man in Tsing Yi turned to look at the one-eyed man.

The one-eyed man snorted coldly, raised his knife and flew in front of him at least a year, and the wide black knife seemed to be as light as a thin wing in his hand. A huge sword light flashed, and a wide sword light instantly enveloped the young man in green shirt.

"It's a good time, this is the knife technique of the one-eyed dragon crossing the river. A bright light flashed in the eyes of the young man in green shirts, and he held a white short sword in his right hand, and with a light slap, the huge black sword was stunned, and at this moment, the young man showed a bright smile at the one-eyed man, and took advantage of the situation to slash at the one-eyed man, and slashed down with the scabbard.

With a bang, the one-eyed man fell to the ground, a fine red line on his body slowly emerged, and the jade in the handle of the knife instantly turned into powder.

"Heavenly Evil Sect, I'll charge some interest first, you can set up a banquet and wait for me to come to the door." The young man in Tsing Yi said slowly to the jade powder.

After the young man finished speaking, he turned around and continued to move forward, but suddenly turned around and forgot to tell them their names, but the jade had been destroyed at this time, and the young man didn't seem to see it, and said softly: "My name is Xiaolin, the forest of the woods." ”

After speaking, he happily walked forward, and at the same time muttered: "Teacher, I shot too fast, I forgot to introduce myself, I will definitely pay attention next time, I have great respect for them, and I can't blame me." ”

In the gloomy hall of the Heavenly Evil Sect, the white-haired old man slapped his palm on the stone table in front of him, and said angrily: "What a Shushan Sword Sect, the one who came sent someone to give me a big gift from the Shushan Sword Sect, and I didn't come to be rude." ”

A feminine man walked out from under the main hall, and said tremblingly: "Sect Master, the Shushan Sword Sect has closed the mountain, and the disciples who have been trained in the world have all returned to the mountain gate, but I am afraid of ......."

The white-haired old man sat back on the black stone chair, with a gloomy face, and waved his hand lightly.

His Royal Highness and everyone left slowly, and when everyone left, a black-robed man walked out of the darkness, and only a pair of eyes were exposed all over his body.

"The sect master needs to be patient, the Sword Forging Villa has already made some moves. The black-clothed figure said in a dry voice.

The white-haired old man on the stone chair looked up, his eyes slowly closed, and said, "I believe you, but it's not too late." ”