There was a small hill above the clouds, and because of the mist, it was impossible to see the surroundings, and it was impossible to see whether the mountain was suspended in the air or whether it really had such a towering peak.

It was as if there was no night, it was always day, there were not many buildings on the hill, only a small attic, and then only a staircase creeping up from under the clouds.

The sound of flowing water in the attic was constantly ringing, as if there was a spring. The attic is simply furnished, with no bookshelves, antiques and soft couches, only a small rockery and a round stone table and a few stone stools around the table.

This arrangement is less like an attic and more like a gazebo.

"Zhou Dongdong!"

"And Handzhu!"

The two old men sat in front of the stone table, on which were a pot of tea and a large pot of hot water, as well as various tools for making tea and drinking tea.

The two of them just said a word and then fell silent, not knowing what they were going to do.

didn't discuss, the two of them drank tea in silence, sometimes in small sips, sometimes in large gulps, and their movements would be basically the same, and they didn't know why.

Finally, the tea in the teapot was finished, and they also put down the teacup in their hands at the same time, looked at each other and smiled, and gently placed the cup on the table.

"Interesting! Interesting! Handzhu this kid is really interesting. The gray-robed old man rubbed his palms lightly and said happily to the red-clothed old man opposite.

Smiling and laughing, the gray-robed old man coughed lightly twice, as if his throat was a little uncomfortable because of laughter.

The old man in red smiled lightly, stood up, walked to the side of the old man in the gray robe, and then squatted down and gently patted the old man in the gray robe's stiff back.

"Teacher, the last sword god of Han won against Zhou Dongdong, but why did Zhou Dongdong fight with the sword god of Han before?"

The old man in red had gray hair, white hair mixed with black hair, and he looked much younger than the old man in gray robe.

The gray-robed old man smoothed his breath and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Because Handzhu is a sword god, and Zhou Dongdong has not yet become a god." ”

After a slight pause, the gray-robed old man groaned lightly and continued: "I told you before that compared to the Divine Gate or the World and Sword, the Last Demon Gate is one of the three most friendly places in the cultivation world. Zhou Dongdong's talent is extremely high, and sooner or later he can be crowned a sword god, but it is definitely not now. ”

"His strength is so strong, why can't he be a god?" asked the old man in red curiously.

As if he had known that the old man in red would ask this question, the old man in the gray robe raised his left hand lightly, signaling that the old man in red didn't need to pat his back anymore, and then said softly: "Because the Demon Gate is still there." ”

Speaking of this, the old man in red instantly understood everything, it turned out that Zhou Dongdong was so deeply hidden, and it seemed that his heart was also very strong.

"Teacher......" The old man in red sat back in his seat, and then said with some confusion while making new tea: "I think my junior brother is more suitable for this position than me, after all, my strength is still some distance from my junior brother." ”

"Silly boy, don't say that your realm is higher than your junior brother, just say that your heart and temper, I am most relieved that you will inherit my position. ”

"But I don't kill people, and I don't kill demons. ”

"You can't fight, but you can fight! ”

“......”

The old man in red was silent and respectfully poured the freshly brewed tea into the cup in front of the old man in gray robe, and then poured it into his own cup.

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In Ningkang City, in a courtyard that is not big or small, under the moonlight, two old men are talking freely about drinking.

Of course, the two old men drank not tea, but wine, and it was a fine wine.

Moonshine with fine wine is not bad at all, and the most important thing is that there is gossip to talk about, and it would be even better if there were two more dishes of appetizers.

The two old men were dressed in white but had black hair, and the other was dressed in black but their heads were white, but the wrinkles on their faces were equally profound, and they could be seen very clearly in the moonlight.

"Han Zhu won. ”

Tingfeng Zhenren, who was dressed in white, chuckled, and then raised his head and drank a full glass of wine.

"After all, Han Zhu is older than Zhou Dongdong, and it is expected that he won. ”

Tingyu Zhenren is not as bold as Tingfeng Zhenren, but carefully savoring the wine in the glass, as if every drop has to be tasted in the mouth to drink this kind of wine in vain.

"It's different, the age of Zhou Dongdong and Handzhu is not nearly a few decades apart, and the most important thing is that Zhou Dongdong can't win now. ”

Listening to the wind, the real people are happy.

Zhou Dongdong can't win yet? This is a strange thing to say, but listening to Yu Zhenren, he comprehended a thing or two, and couldn't help laughing.

......

At this moment, in all parts of the world, people with a certain strength are talking about one thing in the middle of the night, that is, the battle between the Han Sword God and Zhou Dongdong, and then the Han Zhu Sword God defeated Zhou Dongdong.

The sword gods of Han are still the sword gods of Han, and those who should win will definitely win.

"The predecessors of Handan are really strong, and the younger generations are willing to bow down. "Dancing in Chinese

At this time, Zhou Dongdong, the master of the Chiting Sect, could no longer move his right arm, but he still respectfully saluted to the head of Liu Qing. Of course, he didn't give it up, after all, it seemed a little strange to do it with one hand.

The Chiting Gate Lord has fallen on the ground, there is a big dirt pit on the ground, and it can be seen quite clearly under the moonlight, this is a pit that has been squeezed out by the Yuan Qi wall, and the surrounding trees have been squeezed out of powder, and the Chiting Gate Master's clothes have a hole in the left shoulder, and now his right arm has been shattered into strips of cloth, and the whole arm is stained with blood.

Liu Qing took back the long sword, laughed heartily, laughed for a while before putting away his laughter, looked carefully at Zhou Dongdong who had fallen to the ground, and said with a chuckle: "Very good, you are very good, Zhou Dongdong, you are really good." ”

Three sentences are good, which means that he is really good.

The master of the Chiting Sect smiled a little helplessly: "The seniors of Hand, now the juniors have changed their names to Zhou Huini. ”

"No, this name is not atmospheric enough, it is too childish, and it looks very girly, but Zhou Dongdong is good. ”

Liu Qing laughed and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, there was a dense sound of swords drawn out of sheaths from the depths of the mountains and forests, of course, it could also be the sound of drawing knives or daggers and other weapons.

While such sounds are usually slight, when hundreds or thousands of people draw their weapons at the same time, the sound they produce is particularly thick and loud.

"Bastard, you dare to make a sword in front of the predecessors of Handa? Listening to the dense voice behind him, the master of the Chiting Sect said in a slightly cold tone.

Again, there was a dense sound, but this time it was the sound of putting away the weapon.

For a moment, only the sound of the mountain wind could be heard, and there was not the slightest sound of snakes, insects, rats and ants around.

"Zhou ...... Chiting Sect Master, please go back and tell the other two Sect Masters that the little girl and the child brought by Mu Boy are not contaminated with the slightest demonic energy, so it is a joke to say that there is a demon son, I don't know where you got the news, in short, the Dahua government has not traced it down, so don't worry about me salty and eating radish. ”

The head of Liu Qing put away his smile and said to the master of the Chiting Sect very seriously.

Looking at Liu Qing's firm gaze, the master of the Chiting Sect couldn't cry or laugh a little, but it was safe, after all, Liu Qing had said that he would let him bring words, if he wanted to kill himself, then how could he bring words?

So his hanging heart finally let go, exhaled lightly, and said solemnly: "Okay, I have memorized the words of the predecessors of Hand, and I will definitely relay it to the other two masters. ”

The head of Liu Qing walked in front of him at some point, and patted the shoulder of the Chiting Sect Master with a smile, just like patting the shoulder of the little Dharma protector before, and said with a smile: "Don't be so serious, you have a very good talent, and you will definitely surpass me in the future, so I am naturally reluctant to kill you." ”

After speaking, Liu Qing didn't wait for his response, and directly stepped on a slightly shiny sword cloud and went to the Sword Sect Palace.

"Everyone, retreat. ”

Seeing that the head of Liu Qing returned to the Sword Sect, and the disciples of the Last Demon Sect behind him also retreated, the master of the Chiting Sect recited a sentence very softly: "I will wait for you to be named the Sword God." ”

This sentence was said to him by Liu Qing before leaving, and it was said very lightly, so light that even if someone was by his side, no one could hear it except himself.

"Haha, I'm fine, maybe it's better to be called Zhou Dongdong. ”

Zhou Dongdong laughed a little innocently.

Sensing the departure of Dongdong this week, Liu Qing gently opened the formation set up, and the bubble-like light curtain disappeared in an instant, and everything returned to its original appearance.

Although it looks like it has returned to its original appearance from the inside, everyone knows that the outside has undergone drastic changes, with many more broken trees, many more corpses, and one more big pit.

"Long live the boss!"

"The head is the strongest!"

"We won, the boss won!"

“......”

There were all kinds of cheers in the Nuo Da Sword Sect, although before the fight, the head of Liu Qing asked everyone to find a safe place to hide, but everyone was secretly watching this earth-shattering battle of ghosts and gods.

The disciples in the sword sect have never seen their own head really make a move, and they don't know that he is a generation of sword god figures, if they know that they worship a sword god as a master, they are afraid of laughing at a large group of disciples.

However, all the disciples had really never seen this level of battle, and the transformation sword technique that could change the sky and the earth like the heavens and the earth was shattering made people's blood boil and they were addicted.

Of course, in fact, the head of Liu Qing and the master of the Chiting Sect had never used the transformation sword technique to fight each other at all, these transformations were just transformed by the sword qi that excluded Fang Yuan, it looked powerful, but in fact, it was not very powerful.

"Shut up Lao Tzu, don't you know that there are guests from our sword faction? That little doll and that little girl are already asleep, what are you yelling here, don't wake up people. ”

Liu Qing listened to the voice below and shouted, although his heart was a little dark, but he just felt a little funny, thinking of the little girl and the little doll, he couldn't help but let out a soft shout, and instantly suppressed the disciples of the entire Sword Sect.

For a while, the heavens and the earth were silent, and even Mu Zisu couldn't help but hold his breath.

"Wow......"

Suddenly, a crying voice broke the silence of the night.

Liu Qing's head frowned, and said unhappily: "Look, you woke up other people's little dolls!"

Old man Wei patted Liu Qing's head, straightened his somewhat crooked hair crown, and said with disgust: "Old man Liu, you can say a few words! That child was woken up by you." ”

Mu Zisu looked at the sword god in front of him and Grandpa Wei, whom he had known since childhood, and was so angry with the two of them that he wanted to laugh.