It's just that the little Taoist priest was just about to speak, and Zhou Zhengqing, who was holding Langyuan, got up and motioned for Langyuan to sit down.

Looking at the smiling face of the young man in front of him, it was obvious that the man of the Zhou family had not died yet, and since the woman was already going to the battlefield, how could she suffer any bullshit grievances?

Lang Yuan, who was still angry, couldn't help but feel at ease at this time, no matter what the origin of these two people was, it was a big deal that she directly entered the immortals here. Lang Yuan and Empress Daming, no matter what their status, are not allowed to be insulted.

Zhou Zhengqing slowly walked out of the pavilion and grinned.

Seeing this scene, the good-faced man retracted his steps, and suddenly regretted a little, when he wanted to kill someone, why didn't he give him a chance?

"Did your parents not teach you to be polite, or did your elders exist or not to make any difference to you?"

The man with a good face looked up a little stunned for a moment, because the young man was not talking to him, his eyes were only fixed on the son behind him. Originally, he only wanted to kill people, but at this time, he wanted to slowly move with the black-faced boy.

Zhou Zhengqing bent down and withdrew his gaze, and turned to look at the little Taoist: "Your name is Cao Lianqing, right, outside, I don't know anywhere else, at least in Daming, I am willing to abide by the rules of Songyun Guandao." I went to the gazebo and watched with that beautiful sister, and I taught them how to deal with people."

The little Taoist priest has a little yearning for the outside again, at least the place called Da Ming, he wants to go and see. It's just that the words that haven't been said before are gagged again, so I have to go to the gazebo honestly.

Zhou Zhengqing stretched out his palm on his left waist, and the same right hand was held backwards, and the narrow handle suddenly appeared in the palm, his left hand was forceful, and his right hand drew the knife across his chest, and the scabbard was inserted into the green brick on the ground. Bending down and retreating in one go, the qi is circulating, and the spiritual power is agitated.

Seeing the good man, he also dropped the scabbard in an instant, Zhou Zhengqing took a step forward, his right arm bent diagonally, his left hand against the blade, and he used enough strength to seize the opportunity, and his right leg kicked out like a giant wood, and the two were separated instantly.

The face of the good-faced man was solemn, if he had been a little slower just now, I am afraid that what he would have lost would not be just a few strands of hair.

"Imitation cold tooth knife, good thing, it's just that there are some violent things in your hands." Zhou Zhengqing looked up with interest, as if he had thought of something interesting.

The good-faced man rushed out again, Zhou Zhengqing turned his backhand into a forehand, took a step, raised the knife in front of him, and shook his wrist left and right to make a big circle. The man dodged the knife and slashed his head. Zhou Zhengqing could avoid it, his left hand was a fist, and a powerful punch slammed into the man's chest, instantly making him fly out upside down.

Then he continued to shake his wrist from side to side, walked forward quickly, and continued to swing the big circle with the narrow blade. After only three steps of four steps, the knife in one hand turned into a grip on the hilt with both hands, and he jumped up in the blink of an eye.

The man quickly stabilized his figure, and in the face of this unavoidable knife, he forcibly stopped the flow of qi, broke all the blockades of Zhou Zhengqing, and instantly went against the grain, turned over and retreated, allowing Zhou Zhengqing to slash the air with one sword.

"Waste, no matter who he is, as long as you are dead and he is alive, I promise that there will be no less punishment."

When the man heard the words from his son-in-law's mouth, he forcibly stabilized his mind, and when he stood up, his face was already hideous, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, staring at the black and thin young man in front of him, and his spiritual power was frantically drumming. This time, he wants to tear the person in front of him to pieces.

"Bang" The man who was no longer good-faced shot out, and his extremely fast speed enveloped his net worth, and he was cut down in the air, but he was blocked by Zhou Zhengqing and waiting for Lao Ge. Immediately afterwards, another knife took advantage of the momentum to accumulate power, turning from splitting to stabbing, and the angle was strange.

Zhou Zhengqing took a step back, and continuously slapped the cold tooth knife that stabbed straight forward with the blade, causing it to be slightly misaligned, and the pace under his feet changed, and he retreated backwards diagonally. A deep chasm has already appeared on the ground just now.

Zhou Zhengqing's right chest has been affected by the force, and it is bruised, and there are two wounds on his shoulder.

Lang Yuan couldn't bear it anymore and was ready to save people at any time. It's just that she is staring at that handsome boy at this time, and he is releasing the Listening Rhyme Realm at the same time as herself, and the qi is constantly being pulled, all looking for an opportunity. She could clearly feel that this person was very strong.

coughed up a mouthful of blood Zhou Zhengqing, listening to the roaring sound of the waterfall in his ears, seemed to have an understanding.

The man did not give up and rushed to kill again. Zhou Zhengqing raised the knife fiercely, and waited for the man to come with a knife. Zhou Zhengqing gently knocked the steel knife in his hand on the cold tooth blade as if he didn't use any force, and his pace shifted rhythmically. Knocked down lightly again and again, and the light breaking was accumulating again and again, and the man was already extremely annoyed and angry.

"Smack"

Zhou Zhengqing jumped lightly, but just with the help of the knife power of the good-faced man, he flew out and jumped in the air, turned his head and feet again, grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashed downward.

The momentum frantically gathered around Zhou Zhengqing at this moment, and all the aura nearby seemed to be drained in an instant, and poured down again.

The man has been exhausted, and the surroundings have been completely blocked, this time there is no loophole to be found, he can only fight to the death, he wants to imitate the cold tooth knife, with a way to sit in the well and watch the sky.

It's just that the battle that was destined to end in blood is over, and quietly. When the two steel knives were about to collide, the entire back mountain seemed to stop at this moment, the wind was still, the waterfall was silent, and the branches and leaves were not shaking. But at this time, everyone can still perceive the passage of time, because there is an old way, strolling leisurely, smiling into the entrance.

In everyone's perception, Wan Nianqiu arrived, dark blue shabby robe, wearing a lotus crown, slightly frosty temples, waving his hand gently, the two people in the battle instantly followed the trajectory of their previous moves, and even their injuries recovered as before.

"In the autumn of ten thousand years, I have seen His Royal Highness King Yin". Lao Dao smiled at Zhou Zhengqing and made a mockery, obviously giving enough face.

This Shouqingzi, who is famous in Jiuzhou, does not have a little shelf, but looks like an ordinary fortune teller.

The little Taoist priest in the pavilion always felt that today's master was very different from the usual fairy wind Dao bones, probably the creditor was too majestic and suppressed the master's past demeanor.

Before Zhou Zhengqing could open his mouth, the figure of another person also appeared in this back mountain in an instant.

"His Royal Highness King Yin, Qiongtai Sword Sect Chang Kefa has seen His Highness." A figure was like a ghost, shrinking into inches, originally from a distance, three or two steps in front of Zhou Zhengqing's eyes.

This is a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back, a short beard, starry eyes and sword eyebrows, sideburns like a knife, and his eyes are full of essence.

Listening to the old Taoist who didn't know the geometry of the realm to call the black and thin young man, and seeing that his father was also polite to this person, Chang Guxin's face was as deep as water, but he struggled instantly, so he put on a smiling face and walked in front of Zhou Zhengqing.

"His Royal Highness King Yin, I'm sorry, brother, I'm playing harder, just kidding, don't take it to heart." The tone is gentle, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

The good-faced man put the knife into the sheath, his face was gloomy as water, he knew that this time the incident was irreparable. The sword slave misses the hand, but it is a big taboo to offend people for the master's family.

Zhou Zhengqing slowly pulled out the scabbard on the green brick, and also closed the knife, but only carried the blade with one hand. The corners of his mouth were raised, but he crossed over to the Chang Gongzi of the Qiongtai Sword Sect, and turned to look at the old Taoist priest beside him: "Wan Lao Dao, they all say that there are many treasures in Songyunguan, do you have any powerful fists and feet and swords that can be practiced in three or five days, hurry up and find one hundred and eighty copies for me, this king has to learn something, even if I have the interest you want."

"If His Royal Highness King Yin's anger is not gone, I will take the life of this sword slave for you!" Chang Guxin interjected, still smiling as usual, as if a spring breeze and rain. It's just that before the words fell, he suddenly put the two fingers of his right hand together, and rushed out with extreme speed, and he wanted to kill the sword slave with the sword point.

It's just that as soon as he made a move, he was repelled by his father waving his hand, coughing up blood at the corner of his mouth, this blow seems to be an understatement, but it is very heavy, and Chang Guxin, who originally listened to the rhyme, fell into the recuperation realm, not to mention, but also fixed the figure of his son with some kind of magical power: "Stand aside, if you take your set elsewhere, go back and get the family law, shameful thing."

Chang Guxin's face was expressionless and motionless, staring at the sword slave not far from him in a daze.

Seeing that Zhou Zhengqing was a little stunned in disbelief, Chang Kefa said indifferently: "Comb for teaching, cause trouble to His Highness, I will use the sharpened sword to deal with mixed results, please forgive me."

Of course, Chang Kefa would not break his son's foundation, but he used the extremely strange secret technique of sharpening the blade sword to break some of the shackles that existed in Chang Guxin at once. But even so, it is not known whether there will be higher achievements in the future, and there is no such good thing in this world. Choosing to start all over again because of an unstable foundation also has to pay a lot of price, and it is also a passive reshaping and cultivation. Whether it is the difficulty of its own or the ups and downs in the state of mind, none of them are more difficult at this time.

Zhou Zhengqing suddenly knew that he knew that he would be willing to destroy his sons and daughters with his own hands in this world. But in the final analysis, this method is already a great torture for a Listening Rhyme Realm monk. Obviously, there is only one step to be an immortal, even if there will be a chance to complete the foundation, but the chance is really not big.

"The seniors were polite, the shots were heavier, and they could have broken their hands and feet." Zhou Zhengqing spoke.

Of course he was not satisfied, this kind of action seemed to be punishment, but it should be that Chang Kefa had already prepared to beat his son. In this just right situation, it is logical to transfer Chang Guxin's resentment to Zhou Zhengqing, as long as the subsequent actions are appropriate, it may not be able to ease the relationship between father and son. And the apology to Zhou Zhengqing was just piggybacking, and even when Zhou Zhengqing suspected that he had climbed the Liuliu Peak, he had already been temporarily used by Chang Kefa to 'borrow a knife to kill people'.