Old man Cao's voice was very loud, and the clouds in the sky were noisy, and the frightened birds and birds said goodbye to the glow, and hid in the forest with the dancing cranes, watched for a while, and were unwilling to be lonely and spread their wings again.

Haori in the distant sky was shining with golden light, a little dazzling, looking down at the injuries that had healed, Luoyang urged a dust purification spell, turned to fly into the clouds, changed into a new clothes, and the ship boss also arrived at the right time.

The young man's clothes were like snow, his face was no better than his clothes, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were pale, which made it difficult not to worry.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, how did you end up like this?"

"It's really hard to say, say it on the road, say it on the road......"

Luoyang waved his hand, sat lazily on the boat, and took out two jars of wine, but was put away by the boat boss and replaced with a pot of warm tea.

"Don't drink, it's better to drink some tea if you're thirsty, let me tell you, this is knocked in the hands of those hidden family disciples a few days ago, and they are all high-grade goods that the old shopkeeper has never seen. ”

Luoyang nodded, took the teapot, poured two cups of tea, smelled the fragrance of tea, and opened his mouth quietly, starting from Xiao Ying'er being arrested, and talking about returning to Kunlun Mountain in one breath, there was nothing to hide, and there was nothing to hide.

The wind was very light, and the clouds were quiet, like the boss of the boat, listening carefully, worried about the ups and downs in the story, and at the end, the boss of the boat sighed, pondered for a moment, patted his shorts, and shook out a jade slip.

"This is your rival, look at it, they are all cultivated with all his heart and soul by such an old immortal, originally your Heavenly Sword had a great chance of winning in hand, and now, I am afraid that your odds in the casino will be much higher." ”

Luoyang held the jade slip, perceiving the information in it, his face changed very excitingly, thinking about the change in odds, he chuckled slightly, and said: "Are you interested in making a windfall, you and I are three seven, you are seven and I are three." ”

"Interesting, let's hear what you're going to do?"

"According to common sense, at first, those real top people will not meet, the sacrifices are all small roles, some of them are insignificant, and some need to be cultivated, the insignificant ones I fight more happily, and the ones that need to be cultivated are more difficult for me......"

The words stopped here, Luoyang looked at the boat boss with interest, this is enough, things that cannot be seen in the light cannot be told too white, the more clouds and fog, the better.

The boat boss thought for a moment and replied, "That's not enough, those are old foxes." ”

"That's not enough, those top players are also three, six, nine, etc., if I get injured in the first round of the battle and suffer some hardships?"

"If so, it couldn't be better. The boat boss smiled proudly, clenched his fists, and after thinking about it, he said, "How big are we?" ”

"How big can they bear?"

"Little ancestor, don't be ruthless, these things can't be hidden from the old shopkeeper, his old man is reluctant to touch you, he won't show mercy to me, if it makes a big fuss, you have to peel my skin!"

Luoyang shook his head and smiled bitterly, drank a cup of tea, squinted his eyes at Liuyun, and said categorically: "Eighty!"

The boat boss shook his head like a rattle, and said in a loud voice, "No, no, it's too much, at most fifty percent!"

"Fifty percent is too boring, seventy percent, support the bold, starve the cowardly. ”

Luoyang whispered like an evil demon, and the bewitched boat boss didn't hurry to speak, thought about it, and opened his mouth to say something that Luoyang didn't expect.

"That's a good word, but only the spirit stone in our hands is ours, so you're not afraid of the old shopkeeper making excuses casually......"

"Forget it, forget it, five is fifty percent, it's better than nothing. Luoyang was clever, and couldn't help but imagine that picture that was difficult to accept.

Old man Cao looked righteous and awe-inspiring in front of him, and when no one was around, he lay on the rocking chair and couldn't close his mouth happily, a thousand calculations, and finally cheapened others, and he couldn't get it, he really couldn't get it.

Seeing that this greedy little ancestor was relieved, the boat boss also breathed a sigh of relief, and the feeling of being like a man on his back dissipated, and he drank two cups of tea in a row, and quietly thought about Luoyang and made a gesture of six.

Luoyang smiled, shook his palms, lazily lay in the sun, crossed the mountains and seas by boat, and went straight into the familiar small building.

Hearing the movement, the black-clothed man who was tasting the wine calmly disappeared, and the old man Cao looked at Luoyang's pale face, and asked knowingly, "This is a fundamental injury, do you want me to find some treasure medicine for you?"

"If you think I'm not sure I'm going to win, help me ......"

"Help you, don't think I don't know what your kid has in mind, you obviously plan to use the channel of Qianji Pavilion to publicize your fake injury!"

"I'll get you some treasure medicine to replenish it, and I'll find someone to forge a sturdy mace, so that your skin itches every day!"

Careful thinking was punctured, Luoyang's face was not red, his heart was not panicked, he obediently went to the rocking chair, gently helped the elder massage his shoulders, squinted at the table, and felt the breath that should not appear here at all, there are thousands of thoughts, ten thousand kinds of thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Let me tell you, jokes are jokes, Meng Dong, Cheng Cang, and Xing Huan's juniors should be careful, they are not simple, without the Heavenly Sword, you may not really be able to get benefits in their hands. ”

If it was, if he didn't feel the breath of the man in black, Luoyang would definitely tell the matter of forgetting Si, but now, Luoyang is more willing to keep a hand and be prepared.

The wind chimes silently stopped, and the attic became unusually silent. Goshoya

Old man Cao glanced at Luoyang, saw that he was silent, and empathized with his "stunned loss", he didn't expect Luoyang to be able to sense the breath of the man in black, and he spoke softly, introducing the little monsters cultivated by the old guys.

"Meng Dong, a five-qi cultivator, cultivating Nanming Liyan Dao, good at spearmanship, Huaiding Cloud Flying Knife eighty-one handles......"

"Cheng Cang, the peak of Sanhua, cultivating Taiyi Zhou Light Sword Dao, good at swords, can summon demon beasts, enslave puppets......"

"Xing Hui, a cultivator of the five qi, cultivates the Holy Spirit to confuse the heart, is good at fighting and killing, hides a hundred poisonous and secluded pearls, and the body of the nine yin ......"

......

Luoyang listened carefully, put the matter of the man in black in his heart for the time being, sighed softly, and said tentatively: "It's really a group of monsters, old man Cao, do you have a grudge against them?"

"There may or may not be, after all, the Tao is different, you remember, in that ring, no one will show mercy, even if your opponent is a stinky child, you don't have mercy, otherwise he will kill you without hesitation!"

"When Xing Wei was ten years old, she killed a sword cultivator, like Xing Xiuwei's sword cultivator, what do you think she relied on?"

Saying that, Old Man Cao raised his head, his eyes were very sharp, under such a gaze, Luoyang suppressed all the doubts in his heart, nodded vigorously, Old Man Cao was also relieved, squinted his eyes, and enjoyed this cherished peace.

The sun set again, when the fiery morning sun rose, the boat rode the wind towards Haori, under the gaze of countless forces, it once again disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace, and naturally there was no way to find out where to go.

The eye is endless darkness, after a while, the streamer rises, as if the mountain fireflies that are startled by the evening breeze, accompanied by the grasshopper boat left and right, the light is gradually approaching, flying over the past, the streamer disappears, the landscape is picturesque, this realm is like a fairy.

Luoyang can't help but look far away, it's hard to imagine that such a beautiful place is used to fight, it's really a landscape that lives up to people, and people are ashamed of the landscape.

"Remember, forget your kindness, don't be careless, it's not for nothing that the eagle was kicked to death by a rabbit!"

The void was in a trance, and in the blink of an eye, Luoyang appeared in mid-space, the grasshopper boat was gone, and in his ears was another exhortation from the old man Cao, Luoyang nodded, and before he could take out the wooden sword, the crimson streamer tore through countless flowing clouds, straight to the center of Luoyang's eyebrows!

As soon as the flowers bloom, the three thousand green lotuses bloom in the air, and the sword light crisscrosses the void, or the shadow is impermanent, or the ethereal is phaseless, or the power is like thunder......

Every sword light is a kind of sword intent, and this kind of weather makes the green mountains and green waters change color, and the cultivators who plan to test Luoyang also retreat.

The palm of the cultivator who shot arrows in the air trembled, Luoyang was beside him, smiling with interest, and three thousand sword lights wrapped the two of them in it, and it seemed that it would fall in the next moment, and ten thousand swords pierced through the heart.

"Daoist friends spare their lives, I am willing to ......"

"If it weren't for me, my head would have been blown up by you with an arrow, and I want others to let you go, how could you ever want to let others go?"

Luo Yang gently dropped his sword finger, his ears moved lightly, and he withdrew his hand to avoid the black and purple silver needles shot out of the cultivator's chest, and the sword finger waved in the air, annihilating countless clouds of freedom.

That cloud thinks that he is not guilty, and so is that man, and if this is the case, who is at fault?

Luoyang sighed softly, flew down to the old city under the clouds, hurriedly turned into an inn, his palms trembled a little when he took the spirit stone, and his face looked even paler, it seemed that it was not easy to win that battle.

Closing the guest room, Luoyang glanced at the guy who was not in a hurry to leave, opened the magic circle with ulterior motives, coughed a few times, and laid down the sword array to block all sounds.

It's too much, according to the methods of the stars, the cultivator is only at the middle and lower level in this group of people, so a few coughs are enough, if it is really vomiting blood and seriously injured, as long as it is not a fool, I am afraid it will not be believed.

Hearing that there was no sound in the house, the man walked out of the store quickly, the short linen clothes on his body turned into splendid clothes, and his ordinary face became extraordinary, following the ten-mile long street, his body and face continued to change, and after a while, he changed into a man again, and walked into another inn several streets away.

Climb to the top floor, look around for a long time, raise your hand and knock rhythmically on the door, three light and three heavy.

"Who?"

The guy smiled lightly and replied, "Passers-by, beg for tea." ”

"No tea, fuck off!"

"I have wine, borrow a cup, you and I can drink together?"

The door opened, the man entered the room, the robe changed, and returned to the appearance of a gentleman, looking around the table and sitting on everyone, slowly poured a cup of tea, and said quietly, "Yes, Luoyang is indeed injured." ”

Hearing this, everyone's eyes flashed, Meng Dong was still dressed in black, his hands brushed the case, his back was straight, like an officer, without waiting for others to speak, he asked first: "Xia Mu, you kid make it clear, what degree of injury, is it physical or mental?"

"It's not clear exactly where the injury is, but it's certain that his injury is not light!"

"Hehe, I don't think it's that simple, according to his temperament, it's not that he can't do what he pretends to do, who can be sure that this is not a show of weakness?"

Cheng Cang leaned lazily back in his chair, with a white dress similar to Luoyang, the same sword cultivator, how strong Luoyang is, no one here knows better than him, and no one knows better than him how much he holds grudges.

The group of people calculated that he lost the Heavenly Sword, if he didn't get it back, would he still be Luoyang?

On the other side of the screen, the girl lying on her side slowly got up, showed her graceful figure, stepped out of the screen, smiled and fell into the city, looked at the disdainful children who lost their minds, and said with interest: "It can't be fake, it can't be fake, he will always shoot, we have a lot of time and a lot of opportunities." ”