"Whew, Whew......"

The strong wind was surging and Zhao Shen was carrying light skills, dodging in embarrassment, moving left and right to distance himself from the man in cloth, and no longer fighting with him closely.

Zhao Shen's face was a little pale, and there was even poison on the finger of the man in cloth!

Not only did the back bleed non-stop, but Zhao Shen felt some numbness in his limbs, and the whole person seemed to be sluggish, which made the already poor situation even worse.

At the same time, in the gradually cooling brass tripod, the blue light on the wood carving disappeared, and was tightly held in his hand by Yang Nanguan in a coma.

The blue-purple Xiaoding is nowhere to be found, and the purple mangs that Yang Nanguan was covered with before are also gone, only a little thumb-sized blue dot is printed on the white chest, and the appearance of the blue dot is a small ding......

Suddenly, Yang Nanguan twitched, and then, the majestic internal force in the dantian seemed to be pulled and started on its own, wandering around Yang Nanguan.

All the internal forces were dyed with some purple mang, and even Yang Nanguan's flesh, meridians, skeleton, and even bone marrow were mixed with a hazy purple.

When a wisp of internal force surged up to the heavenly spirit, Yang Nanguan's confused consciousness suddenly heard a murmuring sound, the sound seemed to have a charming power, very light and light, but it made Yang Nanguan inexplicably irritable.

Suddenly, Yang Nanguan opened his eyes, and the purple meaning in his eyes was awe-inspiring.

A terrifying momentum erupted from Yang Nanguan's body, and the vast and majestic internal force erupted from the acupoints around his body, shattering a body of clothes at the same time, the slightly purple internal force covered Yang Nanguan like a luxurious purple shirt.

"Ah......h

The voice in his head was still whispering, and Yang Nanguan stood up and hugged his head and wailed in pain.

Immediately, Yang Nanguan rose directly to the sky, the top wall of the brass tripod was directly poked into a big hole like paper paste, and the stone wall on the top of the stone chamber was also directly chiseled through by Yang Nanguan, the stones were scattered, and the mountain shook.

First, there was a shout, and then a purple light flashed away, and the sudden change made everyone stunned.

However, there was no time to think about it, and then every battle circle was handed back again, Huang Lao Ghost came back to his senses a little slower, and when he reacted, his finger was like a sword, which was rapidly enlarged in his eyes, and he hurriedly retreated, and his backhand was slashed out......

Outside the mountain

A group of juniors or people who have not cultivated enough to grow up and see each other are guarding in front of the big rocks in the mountain pass, doing nothing.

"Boom ......"

A loud noise came out, and everyone outside the mountain was stunned.

The young man squatting under a tree and waving a small iron sword indiscriminately was also stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of excitement, and he stood up with a "Teng".

The young man looked seventeen or eighteen years old, and his face was full of longing for the rivers and lakes, and this loud noise, the young man should have thought that it was done by his omnipotent uncle.

As if thinking of something, the young man turned around and squatted down again, gently pushed the little junior sister who was asleep under the tree, and shouted: "Senior sister, wake up, wake up, wake up......"

"Senior brother, what's wrong? Haah......" The little junior sister was fifteen or sixteen years old, and she was woken up by the nervous senior brother who had been nervous all day long after she fell asleep.

At this moment, the little junior sister's pretty little face was full of dissatisfaction, frowning and yawning with good-looking little brows.

"Senior sister, did you hear that just now?"

"What did you hear, senior brother, people just fell asleep......"

"Just now, just now, from the mountain......"

The young man directly ignored the little junior sister's resentful eyes, stood up and pointed to the mountain pass, and then danced with his hands, using his own imagination to tell the little junior sister about the loud noise just now.

"Little junior sister, do you know? Just now it must have been the sound of Uncle Zhao fighting with those wicked people inside, so heavy, didn't you hear it at all?"

"Senior brother, I slept soundly......"

"What a sleeping pig. The young man muttered softly, and then saw the little sister's pouting mouth, and quickly diverted the conversation.

"Little junior sister, do you know Deng Jianxian? Senior brother told you, our Senior Uncle Zhao is also very old, even if it is not as good as Deng Jianxian, it is almost ......."

on the trees

A white-haired old man leaned on a thick branch, sipping a wine gourd, listening to the laughing conversation between the young man under the tree and his little sister, while squinting at a purple rainbow straight up to the clouds, his expression was unwavering.

Holding the wine gourd in his mouth, the old man wrenched his fingers and muttered vaguely: "The qi machine is so majestic, it seems to be that kid from Nanchu, hey, it's not right, it's not right, it's not like the breath, Liulang's wooden pimple is not right, Daoji monk ......"

"No, old man, I still have to see it with my own eyes......"

A gust of wind blew, the leaves "whoosh, whoosh" sounded softly, and the old man sitting on the branch seemed to disperse with the wind, and disappeared in a flash.

Cloud

The light of the afternoon sun poured down on the clouds, dyeing the soft white color with a solemn golden glow.

A figure wrapped in vast purple qi churned among the clouds, stirring the clouds, like a small purple dragon soaring in the clouds.

Not far from the purple figure, a white-haired old man sat on the clouds steadily, his white hair fluttering in the wind, just looking at the back has the charm of a fairy wind and bones, like an immortal in the world.

The old man held a wine gourd, quietly watching the figure wrapped in purple mangs go crazy among the clouds, taking a few sips of wine from time to time, picking his feet, frowning and comforting.

"Why is it a little kid? Could it be the old boy of Longhu Mountain, but it's not right, that kid was just a small abyss more than twenty years ago, and this realm is not right......"

"Oh, rivers and lakes, my old man Lu is really old......"

The old man can't figure it out and doesn't think about it anymore, people are old, and their brains hurt when they think too much, so it's better to take a good look at the beautiful scenery that is difficult to see in this world.

At the foot of the majestic Longhu Mountain, in a dilapidated courtyard

A young Taoist priest meditating on the futon suddenly sneezed, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly on his handsome face.

The extremely noble purple and gold Taoist robe in the Dao Gate was on his body, but the young man who looked like he was fifteen or sixteen years old with beautiful eyebrows, and his slowly opened eyes were full of the vicissitudes of the world.

"Which old bastard is talking about poor roads behind his back......"

Like an immortal, the voice in Yang Nanguan's mind gradually disappeared, and the purple mangs faded away, but with a breath, Yang Nanguan fell straight down like a meteorite and plunged headlong.

In a daze, Yang Nanguan could feel the air flow passing through his face, but it was not real, as if he was in a dream.

After raising his head and pouring a big sip, the old man wiped his mouth with a lot of unfinished intentions, and put the gourd that still had a few mouthfuls of craving wine on his waist, and turned into a rainbow, chasing a purple rainbow that had fallen away.

When Yang Nanguan fell to the last height of five or six zhang, the old man sat on a big tree, picked a green leaf and threw it out.

Impartially, the leaf stopped in front of Yang Nanguan's head.

An ordinary leaf seemed to have the power of ten thousand jun, directly resisting the momentum of Yang Nanguan's fall, and after three breaths, Yang Nanguan fell lightly to the ground, only making an inaudible sound.

The place where Yang Nanguan falls is a valley, sandwiched between three high mountains, and there is a large forest growing in the valley, and there is a clear pool between the trees.

This valley can be said to be the only pure land among the nearby mountains, and it has not been touched by the Gu Poison Sect, because this is the mountain behind the big mountain where the Gu Poison Sect is located, where the horses and carriages are stored.

The place where Yang Nanguan landed was very close to that Qingtan, only one step away.

A horse grazing nearby tilted his big horse head and looked at Yang Nanguan who suddenly appeared on the edge of Qingtan in confusion, and after a few glances, he snorted, and lowered his head to graze.

On the other side of the pool, a pile of women's clothes was messily placed, and a bumpy and beautiful body was calm in the very clear pool water.

The skin as white as jade is soaked in the clear pool water with an attractive flush, it is already afternoon, and the pool water is still cool, but this does not calm the gradually dry and hot body of Bei Shangyun.

The love medicine has been slowly attacking in the body, and there is a fire in the body that is eating away at Bei Shangyun's reason little by little, obviously immersed in the cold pool water, but Bei Shangyun does not feel much coolness, only feels that the whole person is getting hotter and hotter, and it is becoming more and more unbearable.