Among the white clouds.

A huge immortal boat was hidden in the depths of the white clouds, and an old man stood on top of the immortal boat with an anxious expression and paced back and forth, with deep worry between his eyebrows.

The old man was dressed in a long robe, his face was like a heavy jujube, his eyes coldly glanced at the several middle-aged people standing in front of him tremblingly, took a deep breath, opened his mouth and was about to scold, and closed his mouth a little aggrieved in an instant.

"I should have thought of it, I should have thought that my ancestor had been in retreat for eight hundred years, and I was bewitched by the immortal crane Luo Qiu, sparing the heavenly eye of the official Bu Qi, and the mountain master was not there, this, what should I do?" The old man with a face like a heavy jujube shook his head and sighed, with a helpless face.

"Seventh Master, the ancestor has always liked to play the world, why don't you let her go, after all, her old man has been in retreat for eight hundred years, and the world has already changed, and the boring cultivation is not advocated by my generation of monks, to put it mildly, the ancestor sincerely avoids us, can we really find her?" At this time, a personable son paced over and said softly.

The old man shook his head with a wry smile, then squinted his eyes, stared at the young man, and said, "No trace, or, you speculate on the heavenly opportunity?"

Forehead?

The young man finished like a dog, and his raised hand froze in the air, then turned around with his sleeves and sneered: "Seventh Master don't want to get an inch!"

Watching the young man flick his sleeves and turn around, the old man laughed heartily for no reason, stared at the back of the young man, and said meaningfully: "Blood without a trace, the chief disciple of Xiaoshanhe, it's a little interesting." ”

The old man waved his hand and said, "Go back to Xiaoshan River." ”

............

The scholar egret sat cross-legged on top of the white clouds, staring at the battlefield below, his gaze becoming serious.

"It is worthy of the first beauty of the Daling Dynasty, who has the courage to whip out the three souls and seven spirits of the disciple on the mountain. The scholar egret watched Xie Yanyu whip lightly, and smashed the entire ground into a ravine, and said with sincere admiration.

"I haven't seen the earthly buns in the world, embroidered pillows, all the fuss?" At this time, a disdainful voice came.

The scholar Egret was startled, and his body suddenly stiffened.

He turned his head, and at the moment he turned his head, the whole person was stunned on the spot.

I saw that above the white cloud he drew, there was a woman standing pretty.

This woman, beautiful and dusty, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, she wears a wide-sleeved fairy, her skin is better than frost and snow, and her crystal clear face is like a ripe spirit fruit, which makes people forget to see it.

"You, are you a human or a ghost, or a demon, or a demon, and a monster? The scholar Egret was surprised, but he did not have a sense of crisis, if this girl wanted to kill him, he dared to guarantee that he was already a lonely ghost at this moment.

The girl didn't answer, but instead stared at the white cloud drawn by the scholar Egret, and frowned slightly: "Who is your master?"

Forehead?

Scholar Bai Yun was stunned, and there was a little strange in his heart, but he stood up, practiced Confucian etiquette, and said: "Confucian disciple, learn from Ouyang Xiaoqiao on Chaoxia Island." ”

"What the hell is this Ouyang Xiaoqiao? I taught you these four different things? It's just a mistake, your white cloud is a bit of a painting, but the artistic conception is more than 108,000 miles away. The woman frowned.

The scholar Egret's face sank, and he said coldly: "How is the family teacher, but it is not your turn to evaluate the yellow-haired girl who has not dried up." ”

"But he is a Confucian protégé who respects teachers and respects the way, and his cultivation is a little worse. The woman paused and said, "I'll teach you what the real painting is, come with a pen!"

The woman drank coquettishly.

The aura of heaven and earth converged, like a rolling tide.

"Painted!" the woman drank again.

A white cloud suddenly appeared in front of him, and it was only two breaths.

At this moment, the scholar egret is like a thunderstorm on a sunny day, and a monstrous wave is set off in his heart, the master has said his way, and the master has also said that he will have his own unprecedented fate on this trip, is it ......

Just two breaths.

In the eyes of the scholar Egret, it seems to be a long time through the ages, the woman understated the spell, she deliberately instructed the scholar Egret on a whim, so at this moment she said the law, this stroke seems simple, but in fact contains the avenue.

"You only have two hours to comprehend, what are you grinding, I want to watch my little apprentice fight!" the woman waved her hand impatiently, and threw the scholarly egret into the white cloud.

The scholar egret's whole body was planted in the white clouds, as if falling into a magnificent mountain river.

The woman didn't care about him, staring at the battlefield below with burning eyes, and waved her pink fist lightly, "Come on, little apprentice." ”

............

On the battlefield.

Xie Yanyu whipped out a huge ravine and began to move forward slowly, the long whip in his hand contained a mountain-shaking power.

Shopkeeper Zhu dragged his sword and walked.

In a breath, the ground shrinks into inches.

The long sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, but he saw a burst of brilliance rushing away.

The clouds are steaming and the clouds are beautiful.

The next second.

The sword qi is like a long rainbow.

Sword out.

Like a broken mountain.

Everywhere the sword qi passed, the iron horsemen who were originally like the tide rolling over, the right wing of the arrow of the "arrow array" was cut off in an instant, and nearly a hundred horsemen died violently on the spot, and the people turned over on their backs.

On the other side, Xie Yanyu took a deep breath.

Drink lightly "up".

Say what you say.

That beautiful figure, like a glimpse of light, rushed to the left wing "arrow" in an instant.

The whip fairy waved.

People turn on their backs.

The hundred horsemen who rushed forward fell into the earth, and the dust was flying.

The two of them made a move, and in just a moment, they scattered Zhao Qinghu's "arrow array".

In the "Heart of the Arrow", Xiao Changhe is like a tiger entering the mountains and forests, he is born with divine power, brave and unmatched, and he is a real trap.

Trapped.

is like a brute bull, regardless of the crisis behind him, he has to rely on his own brute strength to forcibly disperse Zhao Qinghu's "arrow array".

The wind rises.

Zhu shopkeeper Imperial Sword, stepping on the long sword, staring at Zhao Qinghu coldly, he shouted: "Zhao Qinghu, Zhu Gang will take the dog's head on your neck." ”

The voice fell.

On the other side, Xie Yanyu's long whip swung again, but he saw that the long whip suddenly stretched out, as if it was about to grow above the clouds.

Whip down.

The force that shook the mountains fell directly, like a stone thrown on the surface of a calm lake, rippling layers of ripples, and killing and wounding in an instant.

Until now.

acted as Zhao Qinghu's "arrow" for a full 300 iron horsemen, and died on the spot.

Destroying.

Known as the most elite Zhennan King Iron Cavalry in the entire Daling Dynasty, he is a brave golden cavalry with the reputation of the Southwest Iron Cavalry in the world.

In the first wave of the charge of the three people in Immortal Town, three hundred have been lost.

Zhao Qinghu, who was at the back of the formation, had a blue face.

"Change formation!" Zhao Qingwat ordered softly.

There is an order for the flag bearer to wave the flag and change the formation.

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"Originally, I thought that the Taoist ancestral court Chaoxia Island would sell its reputation and insult my Taoist court, but I never thought that the southwest iron horse was in the world, but it turned out to be just a waste of fame. A young Taoist priest dressed as a young man sat on the cloud, put his hands on his sleeves, and said softly.