Zhang Muliu and Li Qiushui found an inn to live in at random, this time it was not so coincidental, the room was enough, the two slept separately, although there was only one wall, but they still felt very uncomfortable. Although Zhang Muliu was eyeballing at the shopkeeper's eyebrows for a long time, the shopkeeper still turned a blind eye, so the night was long, and Zhang Muliu had to survive alone. Even if you sleep in the same room, you can't do anything, but you still feel empty when you are separated.

As Zhang Muliu's mind moved, You Fang unsheathed himself and drew an invisible prohibition with sword intent to envelop the two rooms.

The young man took out the jade slip given by Jiang Mohang, looked at it for a long time, and finally sighed deeply, and said to himself: "I said that you are too unreliable, master, right? It's a shame that I'm not playing with an axe, otherwise I'll run away after three moves?"

It turned out that the jade slip given by Jiang Mohang only had three styles of swordsmanship, and it was Mr. Ma's style at first glance. Whether it is Zhang Muliu or Jiang Mohang, even Qiao Lei and Qiao Yushan, they are the same at the beginning of learning swords.

Hold the sword, block the sword, and draw the sword.

Now these three types of swordsmanship are actually - the sword in the hand, the sword in the eye, and the sword in the heart.

What a name...... Feel free, but the method of cultivating sword qi and sword intent in the jade slip is very good, and the name is okay, it is called "Sword Yan Nine Tricks".

Mr. Ma has a heart.

After reading it once, I memorized the one hundred and eight acupuncture points where the sword qi operated, as well as nine great points. I tried it a little, but I just broke away a few acupuncture points, and it was still very far from the first big point.

Zhang Muliu was a little discouraged, and slept on the bed with a leaning back and howled: "The night is long! How can I get by alone!

An indifferent voice came from next door: "Shut up!"

Sure enough, the young man shut up.

Reviewing afterwards is what most people do, and Zhang Muliu is no exception.

Zhanbu Continent was actually called Ganbu Continent at the beginning, but later it was changed because of a person. The reason is also because there is a kind of tree growing in this southern continent, but the name of the continent has been changed, and the name of the tree has also changed over time.

Zhanbu tree is one of the ancient sacred trees, its biggest role is to make the monk a wisp of soul parasitic, if the monk has any accident outside, as long as there is a star and a half of the soul left, and the wisp of soul in the Zhanbu tree is one, it can be conceived in the tree, absorb the true meaning of the wood attribute and the dead wood spring.

This tree is actually not uncommon in Zhanbu Continent, and there will be one on the top of some famous monk mountain, but it is not too big, and most of them are seedlings. Only like the Tomb Cliff Mountain, at least there are sect cultivators who have cultivated the Void Sect to use the Zhanbu tree that grows up.

There is a seedling of Sheshan, and Zhang Muliu noticed it as soon as he went up the mountain.

The reason why I am sure that there will be no cultivators who refine the void to snatch it is because it is really not worth it. The higher the realm of the Terran monks, the more they dare not do these things to rob things. If Qi is the realm, God is the state of mind, and if the mood is unstable, the heart demon will be sad, and if it is for this Zhanbu tree that cannot be used yet, it is really not worth it. Of course, there will also be many magic weapons and elixirs that help to overcome the tribulation, such as ten lang water, which can definitely suppress the demons in the heart. But this kind of catastrophe, everyone wants to be less.

Zhang Muliu sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking of the senior brother who fell from the sky, and was a little funny. Jiang Mohang is not a fuel-efficient lamp, guiding himself all the way to jump into the pit. Zhang Muliu would never believe it, this guy didn't know that Mr. Fang had seen his father. I guess this guy just wants to delay himself here.

I can't figure out how to figure it out, so why bother with it? It's better to take advantage of this quiet time to think about the path of cultivation.

Zhang Muliu's path of cultivation is to cultivate the gods first, and the cultivation of Qi is secondary. Because of the accumulation of thousands of years in the dream, all the way to the Yuan Ying almost did not need to absorb the aura to cultivate. And when the big dream first woke up, it was already the pinnacle of foundation building, so the small world in the body was almost foundationless, which also caused Huang Ting to be unable to stand for a long time, and the spirit fetus has not yet taken shape.

The young man slowly closed his eyes and retracted his thoughts. Taoist monks pay attention to "God is entrusted to the end of the autumn, and the great and the universe are total." "Other monks are similar, when they look inward, they all look at the big from the small.

After a quiet sit-in, Zhang Muliu's mind sank into the human body, and the Yuan Ying who was hovering at the edge of the sea of qi suddenly opened his eyes, and the Yuan Ying villain, who was originally dressed in a green shirt, suddenly turned into a cold young man dressed in black, with his hair scattered behind his head.

When he looked at the clear yellow court from afar, the corners of the mouth of the black-clothed Yuan Ying twitched slightly.

I haven't been to the Huangting Hall myself, so you dare to have a preconceived idea?

It turned out to be the ancient divine dog, who was lying in the yellow courtyard of the water hall at the moment, under the high seat, sleeping extremely comfortably.

Zhang Muliu stepped on the air waves and walked over slowly, and shouted angrily when he was far away: "Le Qing, you are a god dog, can you have a face?"

The pan gourd lying on his stomach in the water hall raised his head slightly when he heard the words, and sneered with drooping eyes: "You kid has a woman by his side, and Lao Tzu can't take a look at the scenery outside, and now I am not allowed to find a covered place to squint for a while?"

The ancient god dog was a little proud, stretched out his front paws and pointed at Zhang Muliu, and said with a smile: "Zhang boy, there is a kind of you coming in!

Zhang Muliu walked forward with a black face, but he didn't have the slightest way to take this dead dog, and now this Yuan Infant has no foundation, and he really can't enter the Zhongshen Court in front of him.

Although Le Qing was a little angry, Zhang Muliu looked at the glittering palace in front of him, and he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. This Huang Ting is really hard-won! In the future, if you condense the fire tire, you will be able to work together, and you can step into distraction in one step.

Le Qing suddenly jumped out of the Yellow Court of the Water Palace, jumped in front of Zhang Muliu, and said with a smile: "Zhang Muliu, I have a way for you to cultivate into a fire attribute spirit fetus, as long as you promise to let me out, I will do my best to help you." ”

Zhang Muliu turned his head and squinted at the big dog with horns on his head, sneered, and disappeared into the sea of qi. Only a big dog was left jumping on the spot, and after a few words, he scolded in a human language: "The surname is Zhang! Lao Tzu is half of his soul protecting your family, and you treat me like this? If you don't let me out, will you even block my perception of the outside world? Lao Tzu is a dog, and you are a fucking dog than Lao Tzu." ”

Zhang Muliu's voice sounded in the sea of air: "It's a pity that a good mouth actually grew on a dog." Otherwise, there must be one more storyteller in this world. ”

After speaking, he cut off contact with Le Qing, although this guy is a dog, he is too good to say.

Back in the house, Zhang Muliu loosened his legs and lay down straight.

A red figure suddenly appeared, and Li Qiushui looked at the indifferent young man spread out on the bed, and said angrily:

"Someone's coming! Are you really not going to help?"

Zhang Muliu smiled: "Why?"

......

That night, Youshe Mountain was suddenly covered by a large array, and a middle-aged man who was not much different from Zhao Wuyang's body shape, but always had a smile on his face, hovered in mid-air. After a ripple, a group of people appeared in front of the middle-aged man, and a man with crane hair and a childish face was at the forefront, in the realm of the Dao. Several middle-aged men followed behind the man, all of them in the realm of distraction.

The middle-aged man who appeared first walked a few steps above a house, laughed a few times, and then shouted:

"Wuyang, what are you busy with?"

Zhao Wuyang walked out of the house, looked up at the sky, and laughed loudly, and replied:

"Brother, I really didn't expect it to be you. With such a big battle, it seems that I am unwilling not to kill me?"

At this moment, Wei Jiuqiansui and Liu Gong had also arrived at Zhao Wuyang's side, and both of them looked coldly at Chen Yaogong hovering in mid-air.

Chen Yaogong smiled again and said, "Sister-in-law, the name of nine thousand years old is okay, right? Xiao Liu, are you really not afraid of death?"

This Jindan monk, who sold his brother and sold the mountain, probably felt extremely comfortable at this moment, and looked straight at the few people below, without hiding his pride at all.

The Hedao monk at the front frowned and said, "Chen Yaogong, what about Zhanbu Shu? ”

The man who was very proud before suddenly changed his face when he heard this, ran back and nodded, and said loudly: "Chief Ma, this Zhanbu tree has always been the treasure of Youshe Mountain, Zhao Wuyang must have changed its position, let's ask slowly, we can always ask." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a distracted monk behind the horse chief slapped Chen Yaogong and knocked him to the ground. The man said with a gloomy face:

"Don't say it, then they're all going to die. ”

Zhao Wuyang smiled and secretly sent a message to Chen Yaogong: "Yaogong, thank you! But it doesn't have to be like this, hurry up and run for your life." ”

The mountain lord suddenly turned around, hit Liu Gong with a single blow of the imprisoning spell, and then grabbed the young man's collar, shook it vigorously, and threw it to the foot of the mountain. With a flick of his wrist, an extra horizontal knife suddenly appeared in his hand. Zhao Wuyang smiled at the horse chief, then narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "It's really interesting for a monk in the Convergence Stage to make such a big move for a Zhanbu Tree seedling. ”

Chief Ma looked like a young man, but his hair was snow-white, and he replied with a smile: "I don't have much time to do, and I am not allowed to give my descendants a chance to seek a chance?"

The mountain lord's wife, whose original name was actually Wei Wei, suddenly swelled with her breath, as if she had used some secret method to kill the Tao, and it skyrocketed to the realm of distraction in an instant. Holding a scimitar most commonly used by the monks of Juluzhou, she rushed forward and cursed in her mouth:

"Fuck off your mother's calf, fight if you fight, what's the noise?"

Zhao Wuyang used a secret method to raise the realm to the distraction period, stepped into the air with a horizontal knife in his hand, and said with a hearty smile:

"What my daughter-in-law said is right! We are all from Luzhou, and we don't make noise if we can do it. ”

Chief Ma was indifferent, and two men behind him rushed out to fight Zhao Wuyang and the others. It's just that the two of them who are temporarily distracted, fight completely regardless of life and death, if you break one or two of my bones, I will also cut you. After a battle, these two distracted monks from Zhanbuzhou actually fell behind, and both sides were scarred, but Zhao Wuyang and Wei Wei were even worse.

The lord of the mountain, who had a mountain of hers, suddenly took out a pot of wine and poured it violently, and said to the woman beside him with a smile: "I also think that the title of nine thousand years old is very good, and I must live to be nine thousand years old in the next life." ”

The woman smiled, and the two stepped forward hand in hand again, but this time, it became very miserable.

Zhao Wuyang was cut through the belly with a knife, and Wei Wei was shot through the shoulder, and the two fell straight to the ground. Before Zhao Wuyang could breathe, a knife was already waiting for him on the ground, and it turned out that the other two distracted monks who had not made a move also came.

Falling down in mid-air, it was actually just a moment, but this very righteous man felt it for a long time, he turned his head to look at the woman who came to Zhanbuzhou with him, and smiled bitterly: "Big brother, it seems that the two of us have to go to Huangquan together today." ”

The woman who was also falling down laughed very miserably: "Then let's be husband and wife again in the next life!"

Both of them closed their eyes, and there was no solution to today's affairs.

At that moment, two roars rang out, and one got up from the ground and rushed towards one of the distracted monks with a dagger. The other came from Zhidong City, and with a broken sword, he cut through the large array that shrouded the mountain, and went straight to another distracted monk.

It is the so-called traitor Chen Yaogong, and the life-sparing and scheming Winter City Lord, Mr. Fang.

The two shouted in unison: "I'll fuck your mother!"

Although it is just a paper paste Jin Dan and a Yuan Ying who has just been promoted, he still has an unstable foundation. But such a desperate rush, the two distracted gods on the ground really want to be distracted by one or two, this one or two is the vitality of Zhao Wuyang and Wei Wei.

Mr. Fang and Chen Yaogong could naturally only be regarded as human sandbags that interfered with their vision, and the two monks of the Distraction Realm took it a little seriously, and each of them sent the two of them away with one move.

So at this moment, Zhao Wuyang, Wei Wei, Chen Yaogong, and Mr. Fang were all lying on the ground, each one worse than the other.

The corners of Zhao Wuyang's mouth kept overflowing with blood, and he didn't bother to wipe it, but scolded with a smile: "You two are really stupid, do you dare to come to this battle?"

Chen Yaogong snorted, and said angrily: "You are the fucking stupid child! Lao Tzu has worked hard to pretend to be a grandson for several years, just to save the life of your scarred goods, who knows if you are still fucking the same." ”

After scolding Zhao Wuyang, he said to Mr. Fang again: "Old Fang, you are such a businessman who spares your life, are you willing to come and die?"

Mr. Fang smiled bitterly: "It's not that I didn't control my legs! It's too late for the damn to regret it now." ”

At this time, the chief horse, who had been hovering in mid-air and had never made a move, finally spoke up. He scoffed:

"It's really brotherly love, since you are looking for death, let's die!"

With a wave of the horse's arm, the four of them could no longer move, and the four distracted monks in the distance sneered and walked towards one of them.

Liu Gong, who couldn't move at the foot of the mountain, didn't stop crying, and he suddenly shouted:

"Mr. Zhang, please save us. ”

Someone in the void replied:

"Why?"

The boy gritted his teeth and shouted, "Be a cow and a horse!"

Someone replied, "Not enough." ”

Liu Gong was slightly speechless, only to raise his head again in an instant, and said to the sky:

"It's not enough to build the foundation of Liu Gong, but it's feasible for Sword Immortal Liu Gong?"

No one spoke in the young man's ears, and a black line rose from Zhidong City, instantly breaking through the large array and stabbing straight towards the four distractions.

The expressions of the four distracted monks on the side of the chief of the horse were finally a little solemn, and they could only see clearly after dodging a black line that it was a long sword.

A figure suddenly appeared in the air, a young man. A green shirt hovered in the air, his arms were stretched, and he was held in his hand by Zhang Muliu.

The Shengshenzhou swordsman, who finally made a move, smiled at the few people below: "It's not that he doesn't want to make a move, it's just one less reason." Now I have a reason. ”

After finishing speaking, he turned to the horse chief, Zhang Muliu no longer had a smile on his face, but squinted at the monk of the Harmony Dao, and slowly spoke:

"Do you want to tell me where you are the chief of the mountain? Ma Tongjun!"

Before the horse leader could speak, another figure came, and Zhang Muliu grinned unconsciously.

It's not Qiushui, but the middle-aged shopkeeper of the wine shop who doesn't want to drink on credit and young people.

The shopkeeper came to Zhang Muliu's approach and lamented, "How did you see that?"

Zhang Muliu smiled: "There is chivalry in the eyes of the shopkeeper!"

The middle-aged shopkeeper laughed when he heard this, looking extremely useful, he suddenly clenched his fists at Zhang Muliu, looked serious, and said loudly:

"I, Guo Liang, am very glad that there are still chivalrous people in the world. ”

The two of them hugged each other and saluted, and the corners of their mouths twitched on the ground, whether it was Zhao Wuyang or the four distracted monks.

Shameless fucking gone!

And that Ma Tongjun also laughed, laughed for a long time before stopping, looked at Zhang Muliu and Guo Liang, and sneered: "What about the two Yuanying Sword Cultivators?

With a few words, the man's aura soared, and an extra barbed mace appeared in his hand. In just an instant, Ma Tongjun arrived in front of Zhang Muliu and the two, and swung a stick at the two. The two swords fended off the mace, and they were still knocked far away.

The two great realms are really too far apart, and they can only be parried, not to mention, Ma Tongjun didn't even sacrifice the law at all.

After Zhang Muliu stood still, he squinted at the lifeless Ma Tongjun, and sneered:

"Haven't you heard that the stranger the weapon, the faster it dies?"

With that, a body of flames suddenly overflowed, and the red flames slowly turned blue, standing in front of You Fang, and without saying a word, he stepped forward with his sword.

Although the sword qi could not break through the first level, the three swordsmanship could be used, and Zhang Muliu could feel that the unprecedented battle intent of the You Fang was soaring into the sky.

Since he has a sword in his hand, he will use a sword in his hand to greet this Ma Chief, who has long been out of the way.

Whether it's a swim or a mirror, since it's in my hands, it's killing the enemy.

A sword qi exploded into thunder, like a long line of white rainbows, roaring towards Ma Tongjun.

Guo Liang had a long sword in his hand, and with a long sword, he slashed out the sword qi that was not inferior to Zhang Muliu.

Sure enough, there is no swordsman to mess with.

After Guo Liang slashed out with a sword, he scolded Ma Tongjun: "His mother's old man, when I was a swordsman, I was so bullied?"

The two sword qi staggered, slashing straight at Ma Tongjun, who was beaten to the top of the mountain, and for a while the gravel and dust continued.

These two sword qi were enough to deter the four distracted monks below. Even if the monks of Zhanbuzhou can enter the Yuan Infant, most of them can be a top two, but they have to compare with whom.

Zhang Muliu's expression was solemn, and he turned his head to Guo Liang and said:

"Four distractions, brother, can you stop it?"

Guo Liang frowned and said, "Look down on me?"

Zhang Muliu smiled when he heard this, Guo Liang turned around and went down, instantly drawing out four cages to imprison the four distracted monks slightly. Then the four true qi were beaten out, and Zhao Wuyang and the four of them slowly stood up, all looking up at the air.

The top of the mountain suddenly became dusty, and a huge Dharma phase floated on the top of the mountain, Ma Tongjun no longer had the youthful appearance he had before, and now he had changed into a face that matched his white hair, and he couldn't stop laughing.

"Boy, it's just a Yuanying Sword Cultivator who can't even release the Fa Xiang, so you dare to do something bad to me? Haha! Since you forced out my Fa Xiang, then you don't want to leave alive today. ”

When the huge law phase appeared, the few people below were already frowning tightly, thinking about how to help Zhang Muliu in mid-air.

It's just that Zhang Muliu didn't have any worries like them.

I can't beat it, Lao Tzu has a backer!

A pale blue sword light spread out from the sea of clouds directly above Knowing Winter City, like a circle of water waves. In an instant, even the clouds hanging in the night sky were frozen by the cold light.

Another light blue long line rose from the city of Zhidong, and in an instant, it reached Youshe Mountain, and a woman in red held an ice crystal long sword, and with a sword qi in her hand, she shattered the huge law phase.

Standing beside Zhang Muliu, Liqiushui snorted coldly, and his voice was extremely cold:

If it weren't for the fact that your realm was so much higher than him, he would have chopped you up with a few swords. ”

Zhang Muliu could only smile bitterly, this kind of thing seems to have face, but it is actually very embarrassing.

Li Qiushui turned his head abruptly and asked with a smile, "Do you feel very shameless?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head like a rattle, smiled at the woman beside him with sincere eyes, then turned his head to look down, and asked, "What is face?

The people below, without exception, twitched the corners of their mouths and gave a thumbs up together, as if to say:

"Shameless, man. ”

Zhao Wuyang suddenly seemed to think of something, dragged his seriously injured body and rushed all the way down the mountain, at this moment, this mountain lord who came from Juluzhou really didn't even have the strength to control the sky. He just wanted to run down the hill as soon as possible to see if the stupid boy was still there and crying.

Zhang Muliu slowly lowered his figure, walked in front of Mr. Fang and clenched his fists vigorously, apologizing to the city lord who had always liked to calculate.

The young man apologized: "City Lord Fang is also a true hero, and today in the City Lord's Mansion, I am abrupt." ”

The four distraction monks who followed Ma Tongjun were already frightened at this moment. If they could still speak, they would probably shout:

"Oh my god! That's too much of a bully. ”

......

Tonight's Knowing Winter City is destined to be the most memorable night in thousands of years, there has never been a snowflake in the entire Nanzhan Continent, and tonight somehow, the night sky thundered, and the crystal clear white flowers slowly fell from the sky.

Those who go to bed late may be able to see this incredible scene, but those who go to bed early will not miss it, because when they wake up, they will know that Winter City really knows winter.