The sky is like a blue sea, the clouds are like a boat, the wind is hanging, and the leisurely sail is sailing towards the distant place of chasing.

The young patriarch looked at the cramped and restless apprentice, and angrily hated that iron could not become steel, and his divine sense swept over the beautiful girl in the cabin who was dressed in red light, laughed dryly, and asked the complacent old woman, "The one who came is not good, Gong Jiu, although you say a few things, Kunlun Mountain is indeed poor now, but the confidence to give a dowry to the disciple is still there." ”

"Look, in the end, it's an old fox, speaking is atmospheric, since it's so old, it's not hidden, a price, 90,000 pearls, 9,000 fairy swords, and flawless spirit stones...... Just give 900 million, three nines, forever. ”

The young patriarch's face changed instantly, and he shouted: "Hehe, what a thick skin, are you marrying or selling?"

Ninety thousand pearls, nine thousand fairy swords, and nine hundred million spirit stones, it has to be flawless, this is a negotiation of the dowry, and it is obviously a rippage.

The old woman's face changed at the same time, her white eyebrows were upside down, and she shouted coldly: "Yu Wei is the face of my Yanhuang Mountain, the people who chase her can row from Tiannan to Haibei, love and righteousness are priceless, I can't bear this point, what about returning the sword immortal?"

"Hey, Gong Jiu, didn't the old man give you a face, don't forget, this is the Kunlun realm. ”

"Hey, the old body is so scared, the old man is empty, you do it, you don't rob people's old bodies, you can look down on you!"

After the vicissitudes of life, Gong Jiu is still a girl's temper, stepping forward with a sycamore cane, tilting his head to show his neck, and rushing to the crown in anger, like a generous and righteous warrior.

The young patriarch was forced to take half a step back, touched his chin, and couldn't help lowering his voice, and said: "As the saying goes, a woman can't stay, and if she stays, she will become an enemy, and the girl in your family is not small, so it's time to get married." ”

"I won't marry you Kunlun if I have a feud, I don't pull out a dime, I take it all, that Fang Jingqi is very wooden, and the girl Yuwei will definitely be wronged. ”

"Oh, look at what you said, you still don't pull a hair, Kunlun can crush your Yanhuang Mountain if you pluck a hair casually, after all, no matter how good the baby is, you have to be able to hold it, right?"

......

The smoke clouds swept over the attic, Jiang Qinyue gently pushed open the small window, just causing Luoyang to look up, looking at each other, Yiren smiled shyly, turned around and hurriedly disappeared in front of the window, acting diametrically opposite to other Xian'e, and indeed let Luoyang remember this girl who had a glimpse.

Gong Yuwei was a little impatient listening to the bargaining, turned over and took out a spirit rune, and smashed it with force, Fang Jingqi in the mountains suddenly appeared in the attic, looking at Gong Yuwei in the wedding dress, her face was red, and she asked hesitantly: "Yuwei, you, what are you ......?"

"Don't grind, just ask you, do you want to marry?"

"Marry!"

Fang Jingqi raised his head, his eyes were firm, he painted every look of her, fell in love with her every demeanor, who else could he marry if he didn't marry her?

Gong Yuwei chuckled, took Fang Jingqi's right hand, and said softly: "Sword cultivation's right hand is all holding a sword, if I hold your right hand, what will you do?"

"I know the ...... of the sword in my left hand"

"Idiot!"

"Yu Wei, this world is not peaceful, I have to protect you, I have to save up the family business, the wealth of the Dharma couple, and the child will also have to practice in the future. ”

"Hmph, it's beautiful to think about, take me to Kunlun Mountain to have a look, recognize the forbidden place, tavern or something, it won't be long before Huangyan Mountain doesn't want me." ”

"Well, this will be your home from now on. ”

Fang Jingqi nodded, clenched Yiren's hand, and urged the sword array to escape into the mountains.

The two elders who were bargaining on the board of the ship changed their expressions at the same time, and the young patriarch hooked the corners of his mouth proudly, and shouted to the bottom of the mountain: "Wuchen, tomorrow the sword pool will be washed, and the newcomer disciples will also take the immortals of Yanhuang Mountain to try it after looking for the sword, whether they can get it or not, how much they can get, it all depends on their ability." ”

"Obey the law. ”

Also, the disciples cleaned the guest room and prepared the dinner. ”

"Yes, disciple, this is ready. ”

Wu Chen nodded, his sword fingers were connected into a talisman, and the troops were dispatched to prepare for various matters, and the disciples scattered in the mountains sprinkled the wine in front of them on the yellow spring, and whispered softly, saying the best ending of half of the Sumeru bag portrait.

The sunset is slanting in the west, the bright moon climbs into the sky, the border of Qi and Qin, and the elite soldiers of the two countries who are enemies will meet in one place, all wearing Xuan armor, holding magic weapons, side by side, carefully going deep into an unknown valley.

The valley is quiet, there are no birds and insects, some streamers pass through the green leaves, and the blue color of the mountains can't cover the mirage-like altar of light and shadow.

Qin Shuai gestured to General Qi, General Qi nodded, and guided the red and black armor to be seamlessly spliced together, lifting heavy shields, stretching bows and arrows, and the fine cold stars pointed to the altar in the valley.

"But the evil arrow, prepare, shoot!"

The Qin sword fell, the chord sounded, the rain of arrows in the sky was thrown in the air, and the holy aurora tore through the night, reflecting the dark and dark deep forest.

The red streamer outside the altar was slightly distorted, and a beast claw full of scale armor poked out of the void, grabbed it with five fingers, pulled up a large piece of Mingyao electric chain, and pushed it flatly, and a hill-sized ball of black and purple light fell into the military array.

The golden light spell on the Xuantie battle shield shattered into a streamer after a slight resistance, black lightning crisscrossed and horizontally, and a night-like black mist filled the mountains and forests.

Dozens of sergeants who were killed by the ball of light staggered to their feet, their eyes flashing red, and roared to knock down their comrades beside them, killing the killer.

"Withdraw, block the mountains and forests, kill the undead, the five qi realm spirits are not something we can handle. ”

The Qin general raised his sword and roared, and the surviving Qin army shot his former comrades with tears, drew his sword and held his sword, and the rear team became the front team, covering each other and retreating to the outside of the valley.

General Qi gritted his teeth, raised his sword unwillingly, and before he could give the order, another violent lightning light fell in the air, and the chaotic and disorderly energy wave annihilated everyone in the valley, including most of the Qin troops who had not had time to evacuate.

Outside the valley, General Qin clenched Changge in his hand in annoyance, stared at the night that had fallen silent again, took out the jade talisman, and spread the sound of the Xianyang military department for thousands of miles.

"The Last General Han ......"

Before the words were finished, a sword aura flashed across the night sky, directly cutting off the head of the Qin general, and seven or eight black-clothed and red-eyed cultivators rushed into the chaotic Qin array at the same time, wailing and shouting endlessly, and each sergeant who fell in a pool of blood had a face of fear, as if he had seen a great terror.

"Clean up the battlefield and prepare for an ambush to come to help. ”

With a roar, the cultivator who had killed the Qin general turned around and swept into the valley, carefully observing the feng shui, laying down the array plate, and removing the altar out of thin air.

Feiyu Peak disappeared into the flowing clouds, Xue Qingrou squatted in the quiet courtyard, the lively banquet at the foot of the Yuanmu Mountain, holding the fresh fruit and feasting, Ling Qiwei stood behind the sword box coolly, urging the spell to study the herbs, and her eyebrows were full of uneasy calm.

The senior sister didn't die, and the master didn't hold her accountable, quietly, beautifully, it seemed that nothing had happened, except that the master was not around, except that there was one more person to worry about.

"Trust him, he's good. ”

"Heh, I don't need to fake outsiders to fly to Feather Peak. ”

"Feiyu Peak and Ling Xiaofeng are originally a family, we are all his sisters, no matter how tenacious he is, no matter how great he is, he is just a fifteen-year-old boy, he needs us to take care of him. ”

"I don't have a brother like him......"

"The voice is so small, is it a weak heart?"

"I didn't!"

"There is, there is, there is ......"