Tang Qian still held the half-human-high earthen platform with one hand, he looked relaxed, this is actually nothing, but he still has a sword in his hand, this sword is nothing, it is tattered and even rusty, but if it has broken the tendons of five people, and Tang Qian is unscathed, then the monks in this village are a little afraid of this broken iron sword, which is understandable, and the faster Tang Qian took every step he originally called the happiest people in front of him retreated.

The five of them were all casting spells with their hands, or talismans or spells, and there was also a monk with a demon rope in his hand, and the rope was torn off by Tang Qian, as if Tang Qian was not a monk, but a monster in the shape of a human.

And he didn't care about the screams of these five people all the way, the sword was still dripping blood, but he didn't say a word.

He walked a total of twelve steps.

"You—don't go any further. "I don't know who pushed the bearded monk to the front, a little trembling.

"What are you afraid of?" Tang Qian suddenly felt amused, so he finally spoke, and then took the thirteenth step.

"I, I, I'm afraid you'll take off my arm. The bearded monk felt a little relieved, this man had spoken, but why did he ask me?

"Why did I remove your arm?" Tang Qian felt more interesting at this time: "They wanted to kill me, so I did it." ”

The big man has a pair of arm guards on his arms, and it seems that all his cultivation skills are on one pair of arms.

"Yes, yes, I don't want to kill you. The bearded man cried with a sad face: "I don't know who pushed me to the front, I, the second master of Qinglong Mountain, will put the words here today, I, Zhao Yangyun, said that I will not make a move on this sword-wielding monk from a foreign country today-" When he said the word "no", the person had already rushed to the position of Tang Qian's approach, and one of his arms had been filled with aura, and the pair of arm guards directly gave birth to pieces of armor because of the aura, wrapping his arms with fists, and the two fists slammed into Tang Qian.

His posture was very low, even too low, and it seemed that these two punches were going towards Tang Qian's legs.

Could it be that this person is crazy, and when he saw Tang Qian picking someone else's tesuji, he thought about abolishing Tang Qian's legs?

With a strong wind in his fist, he was already able to blow Tang Qian's clothes.

Tang Qian took the fourteenth step, but the fifteenth step was no longer moving.

Not because this bearded man named Zhao Yangyun had reached with his fists, but because his legs had been grabbed.

The whole person who caught Tang Qian was in the soil, and the earth magic could escape to the ground, which was not unusual, Tang Qian's inner thought at this time turned out to be that this person was good at retreating and learning the law, and he caught it very quickly-

Tang Qian's feet were immediately surrounded by the man's spells underground, and then half of his body sank into the earth.

Zhao Yangyun's fists had just arrived at this time, and they were already aimed at Tang Qian's head.

Tang Qian's unkempt hair was blown up by Zhao Yangyun's fist wind.

The long-legged woman on Easy Ridge was already smiling when she saw this, she hated Tang Qian very much, not even just hate, but hate.

As soon as she was in a good mood, she wanted to laugh, but as soon as the corners of her mouth were lifted, she frowned again.

The delicate red flower on her waist is alive, and there is still a wound on her waist that has not been repaired, it is very large, it was pierced by Tang Qian's sword, there are still many places on her body before, it was all blown up by the spell left by Tang Qian before, the roots of the red flower penetrated deep into the woman's wound, and it was constantly devouring the woman's blood, and then used the root system to grasp her wound like grasping the soil, so that the wound healed.

So the long-legged woman really wanted to see Tang Qian get his head smashed by two punches.

"Leng Qing, stand two steps back. The mellow voice in the carriage said suddenly, and although the woman was puzzled, she did it anyway.

I saw that the curtain of water in front of her was cut in a line, and then a tattered sword was nailed to the place where the woman was standing just now.

The person who arrived was Tang Qian, Tang Qian was much slower than this sword, he dragged the earth platform together, Easy Ling said that the more things on his body, the more difficult it was to walk, but it was the same as a person holding a rag and holding a sword, they were all holding the same "one thing", but the real weight was very different.

The earth platform was very heavy, so heavy that every step Tang Qian took was like a drum, and every step he took fell, the small hill where the woman and the carriage were located vibrate.

The earthen platform with the copper kettle dragged out a whole deep ravine on the road.

"Leng Qing, Leng Lonely? That's really a good name. Tang Qian pondered the name for a moment and nodded.

"Do you know who you are presumptuous?" Leng Qing narrowed her eyes, all the exposed skin on her body revealed hideous blood vessels, and she almost instantly urged the red flower robe on her body to make her wounds recover quickly, she wanted to do it.

"Would you like to come in for a drink?" said the man in a mellow voice.

Tang Qian sneered: "As long as you don't drink porridge and drink anything, it's easy to say." ”

The people inside also smiled and said, "How's the tea?"

Tang Qian casually threw down the earthen platform in his hand, and a big pit appeared on the ground, but with such a big movement, the tall horse in front of the carriage was as quiet.

Tang Qian asked in a loud voice, "Do you want to untie the sword?" As he spoke, he had already pulled out the broken sword on the ground.

"No, I don't. ”

So Tang Qian was already sitting in the carriage, and the mountain breeze outside the carriage was blowing the octagonal bells on the carriage, which had a different charm.

The person who made the tea was Leng Qing, and she gave Tang Qian a cup of hot tea angrily.

The man sitting opposite Tang Qian had a huge head, a big beard, and round eyes, looking at Tang Qian.

"I'm really sorry, I'm not good at things other than cooking porridge, whether it's cooking or making tea, I have to ask Leng Qing. "This man's voice is very characteristic and reassuring.

Tang Qian didn't drink tea or speak.

"I actually want to know, Mr. Tang Qian, do you have anything to do with Zhongzhou Tang Qian?"

"Yes and no. Tang Qian thought for a while and smiled: "We are all called Tang Qian"

"Then Mr. Tang Qian is at least already a cultivator on the top of the mountain, so don't joke with us little monks here. ”

The top of the mountain is the top of the mountain, and the cultivation on the top of the mountain is the most powerful meaning.

"I'm not kidding, and you're not a minor friar. Tang Qian looked at the man's copper bell-like eyes, and he also looked at them directly, without blinking: "Since I got into the carriage, you have wanted to kill me three or four times." ”

"Whether it's this tea, or the many times you've used your spells to convince me of you, or the carriage itself, it's one of the layouts. Tang Qian smiled and said: "Good news, you just seem to think, I didn't seek death, so you didn't do it." ”

"Zhongzhou Tang Qian would not be so careful. The man had a beard, but he didn't laugh fiercely, but when he laughed, he still frowned, and then he frowned again: "Zhongzhou Tang Qian won't be so fond of joking." ”

"So?"

"It's good that you're not that Tang Qian. ”

"It's okay, it's okay. ”

The two men in the carriage were fighting.

The distant mountains are lonely.