The original calm on Baitou Mountain, to the constant screams to break, fist to the flesh, this is a true portrayal of the Qingzhu Building, but, to the fist to the flesh is not the old man Zhao Wei of the Golden Eyebrows, but Wang Yuanbao, every punch is hammered on Wang Yuanbao in a very tricky way, although there is no murderous intention, but Wang Yuanbao is useless in martial arts, where is the defense of the martial arts, where is the fist of the old man Zhao Wei of the Golden Eyebrows, it would be better if it could be resisted, but Wang Yuanbao's martial arts luck did not have any weakening of the fist of the old man Zhao Wei of the Golden Eyebrows, but became more and more painful, and the man who beat the iron to the old man Zhao Wei of the Golden Eyebrows could not bear such a beating, even though Wang Yuanbao was unwilling to show weakness in every possible way, he was upright in his mouth, and the constant pain on his body made Wang Yuanbao scream continuously.

Fortunately, there are no birds on Baitou Mountain, and at this time it is the tired birds returning to the forest, and Wang Yuanbao's scream will definitely startle a shoal of gulls and herons.

Zhao Wei seemed to be unaware of Wang Yuanbao's screams, and the strength in his hand did not weaken at all, but the speed of each punch gradually slowed down, and Wang Yuanbao could barely take the punch of the old man Zhao Wei, but he still had more on his body.

The first style of regret Ding Boxing is the water mill kung fu that grinds with people, Wang Yuanbao did not lose his strength in this continuous fist beating, he played so solidly, he will not suffer a loss, Wang Yuanbao has always insisted on the water mill kung fu but now he has seen the benefits.

A hint of discoloration flashed in the eyes of the old man Zhao Wei of the golden eyebrows, the regret Ding fist was originally the martial arts boxing spectrum of the eight realms that he transmitted, and the key and mystery of it, he was naturally clear, but Wang Yuanbao was able to beat the first type of water mill kung fu so solidly, and even had a little bit of perfection, but even if the first style was practiced to the eight realms of martial arts, if it was only blindly defensive, it was to make a shrinking turtle, and to open with a punch, so as not to come with a hundred punches, regret Ding boxing is a fist with strength, Wang Yuanbao's hand boxing not only has no punching momentum, but even the defense is full of flaws, the more the old man Zhao Wei thinks about it, the more angry he is, a punch is handed out, and the fist that is contained but not revealed suddenly blooms, Wang Yuanbao couldn't defend it, and hit the Qifu dantian with this punch, and the Wuyun purple tire suddenly condensed, followed by overwhelming pain, and his eyes were dark, and he lost consciousness.

Looking at Wang Yuanbao who fell to the ground, the old man Zhao Wei just glanced coldly, and then went to the pavilion, paving the road to the three realms, which is an extremely unpleasant thing, the martial arts of the world are now only two buckets, and the disciples of the Valkyrie are now in the realm of the strongest in the same realm of martial arts, what the old man Zhao Wei wants to do now is to use his own martial arts to pave the three realms of Wang Yuanbao after that, the strongest in the same realm, Zhao Wei did not feel that he was inferior to the Valkyrie of the eleventh realm of Yingzhou, they are also martial artists of the eleventh realm, Zhao Wei will not be like those who voluntarily give up, and now these two martial arts are like Qin lost his deer, the world is chasing them, all of them are martial arts purple tires, but the gap between the two realms, Zhao Wei does not believe that Wang Yuanbao is how dull he is, in the same source of the vast martial arts, he can't break the Sanjiao entrance above the Qifu dantian.

Wang Yuanbao fainted, the martial arts around the body could not stop surging, each trick was Zhao Wei with martial arts and fist one by one, the originally tightly closed tricks, actually to this external force shaken, there is loosening, the martial arts purple tire in the dantian of the air house under the impact of Zhao Wei's mighty martial arts, the operation suddenly accelerated, in the meridians of the tricks of the cruising martial arts gathered, the iron cavalry is generally like a torrent of steel, rushing towards those tightly closed tricks, the iron cavalry chiseled array, staged again, only this time the impact of the Sanjiao entrance, not the prelude to the madness, but the real momentum of breaking the realm, catch the fight to the sharpening, the comprehension of the fist intent, Wang Yuanbao has it, and now it is just a chance to die, and Zhao Wei's martial arts paved the three realms, which is this opportunity.

On Mt. Baekdu, it gradually began to rain.

The misty Baektu Mountain is still in the mystery to look up to, without the clouds and mist, without the mystery, this Baektu Mountain may not be as good as those beautiful mountains by the inexplicable river.

The Fox Hider dragged the ginger gourd, and once again stepped into the Baitou Mountain, it has been on the Baitou Mountain since it was suppressed, and what it sees every day is the same scenery, in addition to the practice, or the practice, the seal is lifted, and the freedom is free, but the spirit is detained by the dragon yin god in Wang Yuanbao's heart lake, and freedom, and suddenly become a dream empty flower, but fortunately, Wang Yuanbao does not know the common skills of the side door, and does not grab the water luck aura that it breathes, which is a blessing in misfortune.

However, people sit at home, disaster comes from the sky, the fox hider suddenly felt the threat of death, the spirit is detained in the heart lake of Wang Yuanbao, if Wang Yuanbao is dead, it can not live, the fox treasure does not see death as home, it has lived for a long time, it is naturally clear, it is better to die than to live in this world, as long as it lives, always stay in the green mountains are not afraid of no firewood, which is also the reason why it continues to spit out water and transport aura to leave a way back for itself.

He didn't know what happened to Wang Yuanbao, but the haze of death had been hovering over its heart lake, making it tremble from time to time.

But just when the Hider thought that he was going to give Wang Yuanbao a funeral, things took a turn for the better, and the haze of death that had been suppressed on the heart lake gradually dissipated, and the original peace was restored, but the Hider was not willing to wait passively for death like this, it was naturally related to its own spirit, but there was no means to save its life, and then it thought of the ginger gourd that Wang Yuanbao placed in the bedroom, which made it feel terrified from the heart, how to look like the long-lost sword fairy's "sword raiser". The Hider endured the fear in his heart, and dragged the ginger "Sword Raising Gourd" towards Baitou Mountain.

"Raise the sword!!"

Cai Fei was shocked in her heart, and then she was overjoyed, she was originally just trying to find Wang Yuanbao who was not killed by Zhang Sui through the Demon Treasure Device, a demon beast that she couldn't see in its original form, not only to continue to compete for luck, but also to personally meet Wang Yuanbao, who was able to break through the top magic in the left path of the side door, and asked for a death monument, but what the Fox Collector brought her was not just surprise, but surprise.

For a sword cultivator, raising the sword is as precious as the natal flying sword, but since the troubled times of the Spring and Autumn Period, the sword raising gourd has disappeared, and there is no trace, there are traces to follow, only the sword raising of the Qinglian Sword Immortal who slashed the real dragon back then, however, the Qinglian Sword Immortal has long traveled to the endless land, and there are traces to follow and it has become a dead end, but Cai Fei did not expect that he could be so close to the sword cultivation as a treasure, and if he wanted to get it, it was almost just a gesture, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

The Hider was about to step into the clouds and mist of Baektu Mountain, and several golden rays of light came towards it like a net of heaven and earth, and the surrounding aura fluctuated and rippled, and it actually took a little sense of imprisonment.

Seeing the talisman behind the golden light clearly, the golden light flashed in the eyes of the Hider, it did not come to make trouble for itself, but to not be passive, naturally it would not be entangled with it, dragging the sword raiser, like a gust of wind, into the misty mountain road of Baitou Mountain.

Several golden talismans fell to the ground, but it was useless, Cai Fei walked out from behind the tree, looking at the incomprehensible scenery in the clouds with a gloomy face, the opportunity that was originally placed in front of him actually escaped like this, which made Cai Fei have a faint anger in his heart, the Tao of Zhengyang Mountain is to cut off all his lust, in order to have no desire, no desire, ruthless and unrighteous and embark on the road of immortality, and now Cai Fei has anger in his heart, which is not a good thing.

Everything in Baitou Mountain, Cai Qian couldn't really see it, and even the magic eye that could only be used to observe the trend of the mountain roots on Baitou Mountain with the magic eye that could only be used by the Jindan cultivation in the Middle Fourth Realm was blurred.

But the big profit in front of him is not as good as those snail horns, even if it is the sword cultivation of the upper five realms, it will inevitably be tempted, Cai Fei is naturally not exempt from vulgarity, and he has a decision in his heart, Cai Fei sacrificed dozens of talismans of high rank, and walked into the clouds and mist of Baitou Mountain.

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Yao Jing followed the knife-wielding young man who claimed to be Yi Ersan into a remote alley, his mind was racing, but he vetoed his stupid ideas one by one, and he was able to force the old Jianghu Lu Minghong, who had entered the realm of the Eight Realms, to force away in a few words, this kind of strength was by no means comparable to him Yao Jing, a martial artist of the Eight Realms.

Walking to the end of the alley, a well came into view, and next to the mossy well, there was a wooden table, two chairs, and the young man with a knife, Lang Yi, sat on one of the chairs and said, "Don't be stunned, sit quickly, I'm sitting, you are standing, doesn't this seem to me arrogant?"

Yao Jing sat down with a wry smile, arrogant, this knife-wielding boy Lang Yi is really arrogant, and he also has arrogant capital, if he also has such strength, I am afraid that he will be so arrogant.

As if he saw what Yao Jing thought, the knife-bearer Lang Yi Ersan pulled out a hemp rope from the side of the well platform, and the other end of the hemp rope was tied to a bucket, which was the same as the bucket usually used to draw water.

A bucket of well water that had just been hit was placed in front of Yao Jing's eyes, and two porcelain bowls were taken out of nowhere, and the young man with a knife, Lang Yi Ersan scooped out two full bowls of well water from the bucket, pushed a bowl in front of Yao Jing and said: "You can't drink when you go out, for fear of making a mistake, come to the bowl of well water first." ”

Yao Jing looked at the pure well water in front of him, but he didn't doubt it, he picked up the porcelain bowl and drank it all in one gulp, the clear well water went straight from his throat to the Qifu Dantian, and the original chaotic essence true qi actually returned to order.

Lang Yi, the young man with the knife, also drank the well water in his bowl, put the bowl down, quite a bit of the heroism of the Jianghu people, what should be drunk is finished, what should be said is finished, then it should be time to talk about the price: "I saved you, this is not to charge money, but I will help you kill people, but you have to collect money, you can't break the rules, come on, what are you going to use to give money?"

Yao Jing's face suddenly collapsed when he heard this, there is really no lunch in the world, this seemingly simple knife-carrying boy Lang Yi Er or San is an old Jianghu, what should be said, what should be done, all of them are leaky, even the price is so fresh and refined, it doesn't take money to save people, it costs money to kill people, but Yao Jing didn't let him kill people! At most, Lang Yi, the young man with a knife, saved him, and this should not be able to collect money.

Seeing Yao Jing's doubts, the young man with the knife, Lang Yi, said: "That head, I don't want to make a loss-making deal." ”

It turned out that the young man with the knife, Lang Yi Ersan, actually counted the guard monk next to Pei Wei who he killed on Yao Jing's head, Yao Jing said: "I am also out of the house, I don't know how much the little brother costs? ”

Seeing Yao Jing like this, the young man with the knife, Lang Yi Ersan, smiled and said: "Don't, I don't want your money, your bet here can be offset against the account, it is convenient for others, and I am also convenient, when you go out, your wealth will not be exposed." ”

Yao Jing's face changed when he heard this, he thought that the young man with the knife, Lang Yi, would open his mouth and ask for a lot of landscape money, but he knew that as soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted the interests of the Longquan Dynasty's bettors in Longchang Town, and immediately said: "No!"

But before Lang Yi, the young man with the knife, could answer, Yao Jing's eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Lang Yi, the young man with the knife, said: "Why are you so unreasonable? Isn't it just a person? Rich and so stingy, he deserves to be hunted down!"

From Yao Jing's arms, he took out an ancient clumsy copper coin, but saw that the copper coin was engraved with the words "Bailu" in these two seals.

Carrying the copper coin into his arms, Lang Yi, the young man with the knife, walked out of the alley humming an unknown song.

Bet on the treasure, you have to have the consciousness of the treasurer, even if you rob someone, you can only break your teeth and swallow it in the stomach, which is like a bettor betting in Longchang Town.

Bet on the money, others can not be red-eyed, lose, and can only swallow the bitter fruit themselves, Fang Liang said "life and death have life, wealth in the way of heaven will also do" is such a reason.

may be a little unreasonable, but which of the rules in this world are reasonable?

Summer insects can't speak of ice, well frogs can't speak of the sea, and mortals can't speak of the Tao.

The knife-carrying boy Lang Yi is in a good mood, and he has the qualifications of the bettor, and he doesn't have to spend much effort, which is more comfortable than doing coolies for his grandfather.

Suddenly there was a flash in front of my eyes.

The young man with the knife, Lang Yi's eyes were blazing with coldness, his hand was already on the handle of the knife at his waist, and when he went out, he had to be cautious in everything, even if he had great mana, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't fall.

"Hand over the winning money. ”

The tone is cold, and the eyes are even more indifferent, as if it is a piece of ice that has not melted for years.

The young man with the knife, Lang Yi Ersan, breathed a sigh of relief, took his hand away from the handle of the knife and smiled with relief: "It's okay to give it to you, but you have to chase me, haha." ”

As soon as the words fell, the knife flashed, and the knife-carrying boy Lang Yi Ersan suddenly passed away.