She came anyway.

Zhijia really hung down the stalk of grass in his hand, tried to go over and stop her, and the heel he raised fell back again. Hong Lianxue is not related to him, so she will not believe herself with just a few words. But he has done his best, this is Hong Lianxue's own choice, and he can't complain about others.

Qingfeng saw it in his eyes, the grass stalks in his hands flashed, and he dotted more than ten times in the throat of Zhijia Zhen: "Your heart is not quiet." ”

Zhi Hunt was really ashamed: "Yes." ”

"A true sword cultivator: when the mountain is pressed on the top and the heart is not bearable, the color and form are on the outside but the mind is not moving. When the sword is not out, it is like a virgin, and when the sword is out, it is like thunder, it can be sent and received, and it can be static and moving, which is called "people are in the sword", and it is also said that "the sword is everywhere". At this point, Chao Che's realm is naturally clear. If you go up further, you will feel the meaning of the Tao and return to the basics. ”

"People are not plants and trees, they all have seven emotions and six desires, how can they live up to their hearts and minds?"

"The heart is outside the heart, the intention is the accident. ”

As soon as Qingfeng said this, he regretted it a little in his heart. This sentence directly explains the true meaning of the door, which is considered a violation of the door rules. But seeing that Zhi Hunt was really contemplating, he felt relieved again.

"In detail, kendo can be divided into two paths: sentient kendo and ruthless kendo. Qingfeng groaned for a moment and continued, "My human race is mainly based on cultivating sentient swords, swords are swords, and people are people, which can be unified and differentiated. It is the old man who has affection, and the sword is also affectionate. It's a pity that for thousands of years, no one has been able to cultivate the sentient sword path to the point of shattering the void. ”

Zhi Zhenzhen immediately asked: "Then the supreme sword book of the Feather Clan, "Feather Sword Sutra", is it a ruthless sword path?"

Qingfeng said: "Exactly. "Feather Sword Sutra" pays attention to 'feathering mortal fetus, jumping out of the mind.' There is nothing but the sword. ’”

Zhi Jia Zhen was surprised: "Isn't the ruthless sword path to be ruthless and ruthless?

Qingfeng said abruptly: "I only know a little about this, and I don't dare to say anything." However, a few decades ago, there was a person in the Yu clan who was extremely talented, unparalleled in swordsmanship, and refined ruthless swordsmanship to the pinnacle. However, he did not choose to shatter the void and become an immortal. ”

Speaking of this, Qingfeng's voice revealed a hint of admiration: "It is said that he felt that ruthless kendo was not the ultimate in kendo, so he traveled through the Eight Desolations in order to break through again. Fifteen years ago, this person and Pei Changhuan, the number one master of the Demon Gate, discussed in the Great Yan Nujiang River, which lasted seven days and seven nights. After that, he drifted away and disappeared. ”

Zhi Hunt's heart sank: "This person is still alive in the world?" Such a terrifying and terrifying sword cultivation of the Yu Clan is definitely not a good thing for the Wu Clan.

"It is not surprising that a person who can take the step of breaking the void at any time will live more than a thousand years unless he seeks death. ”

"Do you know his name?"

"I only know that his surname is Feng, and he should be the royal family of the Yu family, but I don't know his name. Qingfeng sighed lightly, and his face showed a look of fascination, "The real sword is nameless, and it is such a sword cultivation." ”

Shin Shikari pondered for a moment, then glanced into the distance again. Hong Lianxue lingered on the shore of the lake for a long time, sometimes she couldn't help wading, and sometimes she retreated to the shore, staring at the underwater immortal mansion.

Qingfeng smiled: "When the old Taoist I went down the mountain, I witnessed the wealthy son bullying the people's daughters during my travels. I wanted to do it, but for the sake of a mere civilian, I didn't feel worth it. Over the years, whenever I think about it, I always feel that my heart is lingering. He patted Zhi Zhenzhen on the shoulder, and said warmly, "Ten or decades from now, will you still remember what you did today? Do you regret doing it, or did you not do it?"

The branch hunt is really dazed, and the twilight wind rolls up the frost grass in late autumn, surging like waves. He didn't know how to answer, and he didn't know what would happen in 10 or decades from now? Zhiye had taught him how to plan and move, how to endure humiliation and disguise, and how to kill everything, but he had never taught him.

"What is sword cultivation?" Qingfeng shouted, "It's just a sword battle!"

Zhi Hunt was really shocked, and the picture of the fat tiger flying in his mind came to mind......

There was a loud "boom", symbolizing the collapse of the temple gate of the cathode, and the old burning knife strode in.

This is the middle palace of the Immortal Mansion, the core hall. The four walls are beaded and golden, and a round of giant lights like the scorching sun hangs on the top, the weather is magnificent, magnificent and dazzling.

Everyone in the hall turned their heads in unison and looked at the old burning knife.

"Old, old fellow, you, you're just in time! There's a thorny, tricky idea here, you guys have to got, you have to be on your shoulders!" a stocky middle-aged man stammered, scratching his neck vigorously. He was wounded on the side of his neck, the bleeding had stopped, but the wound was extremely itchy.

Du Jieba, Qinglong, Bai Boss, the leader of the barbarians Aliba, the lone thief of the corpse clan will be more, and the head of the Mahua clan will be the golden retriever...... The old burning knife swept his gaze, secretly suspicious, these people were all injured, and the blood clots of the coagulated wounds were faintly indigo, and the breath was quite evil.

His gaze fell on Zhang Wuji, who was confronting everyone, and he condensed slightly, his fists tightened, and he was silently filled with turbidity.

When did the sheep slaughtering set come to the master of refining the gods and returning to the void?

"Old burner knife, kill this outsider first, otherwise no one will be able to get the immortal treasure!" Qinglong glared at Zhang Wuyi angrily and said in a deep voice. His body is high, his muscles are powerful, and his ten fingers, which are thicker than the head of a radish, are densely covered with cyan scales.

"That's what we mean. Boss Bai said with compassion, and the corners of his mouth were bloodstained. He fought hard with Zhang Wuyi, and his internal organs were severely damaged, and he almost lost his life.

The rest of the people echoed one after another, and Zhang Wuyi secretly shouted that it was not good. His injuries have not healed, and he used to rely on the realm of refining gods to return to the void to force everyone, but now when he encounters a hard hand, he suddenly feels weak. "This Taoist friend has a high and profound realm, and he is not under the poor Dao. If you and I work together, we will benefit both, and if we fight, we will hurt both. Now that the immortal treasure has not appeared, why do you and I have to kill each other and cheapen others for nothing?" he coughed lightly and said, "Not to mention a few ants, how can we be qualified to share the treasures of the Immortal Mansion with you and me?"

Boss Bai and the others were shocked when they heard this, stared at the old burning knife suspiciously, and couldn't help but stay away. The old burning knife snorted coldly, although the other party's words were instigating, but there was some truth. If the two of them fight and lose both, how will Boss Bai let them go?

He didn't say a word, just looked at the center of the main hall: the glazed crystal enclosed into an octagonal diaphragm, with the purple gold star gangjiao altar inside, a jade statue of an immortal more than ten zhang high stood behind the altar, the robe and clothes were flying, as if to feather away, but the momentum was condensed, the abyss and the mountains were in the mountains, as if they were descending to the mortal world, looking down on all beings.

"This is the treasure of the town palace of the Immortal Mansion?" The old burning knife examined back and forth several times, and the crown and ribbon of the statue were decorated with runes, and there was no difference, except that the posture was quite peculiar: the immortal's right hand was stretched out flat, the palm was upward, and the left palm held a copper plate, and there was still a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, you punch it, and you know what's going on. Boss Bai glanced at the old burning knife, the outsider claimed that the old burning knife was superior to others, although he didn't believe it, and he was a little suspicious.

"Daoist friends will know the mystery as soon as they try it, and the poor Dao will never dare to talk about it. Zhang Wuyi held his cane and arched his hand, his face full of sincerity. He paid attention to everyone's expressions, and when he saw that there was a rift between the two sides, he felt a burst of self-satisfaction in his heart.

The old burning knife did not hesitate, the turbidity of the dantian rose, and the fist was shot out from afar. His punch was full of strength, just slightly higher than everyone else.

"Boom!" The immortal statue suddenly exploded, and the fragments flew away. The next moment, the statue of the immortal reappeared in sight like a phantom, and the fragments of the hall disappeared.