If it weren't for the dazzling eyes, how could he be infatuated with Shaolang.

If it weren't for Pan An, how could the infatuated woman be weak by three thousand and only take one scoop to drink.

If it weren't for the second son's song that meant an oath, how could the infatuated woman look back at him, her eyebrows and eyes were bent like the moon and her clothes were like snow.

The infatuated woman knew that the old dream was shattered and could not untie the knot in her heart. But she didn't want to part, she didn't want to part, and when she looked back, Su Huang was still the handsome young man who moved forward fearlessly.

In Shang Miao's hall of memory, there are naturally many stories about that infatuated woman.

Of course, Shang Miao was deeply mired in love at that time, and he once loved the infatuated woman deeply. Shang Miao agreed very much with the final woman's choice, after all, it is useless to oppose it, people can't be resurrected after death!

That smile also hung on Shang Miao's face. I remember that it was revealed after Shang Miao buried the second son and the infatuated woman together. At that time, he was both heartbroken and happy, heartbroken, his deep affection was finally let down, and he was happy that her infatuated woman had a lover and finally became a family.

Speaking of the Purple Flame Dragon King, Shang Miao and Qin Yan's master and apprentice were going to the Luowa Cliff and asking him to steal the Holy Night Flowing Peak and obediently hand over the Soul Gathering Orb. For this matter, the Purple Flame Dragon King did not agree to a hundred, and the thief of the Holy Night Peak was his iron buddy, just ask the people in the rivers and lakes, who doesn't know?

Now that he is about to be bullied, how can he, the Purple Flame Dragon King, stand by and stay out of the matter!

"Why are you blocking the way?" Qin Yan asked, holding a horsewhip in his hand.

"Isn't it okay to preach and teach and solve doubts?" said the Purple Flame Dragon King holding his sword and standing straight.

"What the hell is the way, Lao Tzu is the way of heaven! Get out, Lao Tzu will spare your dog's life for the time being!" Shang Miao in the carriage said angrily.

"Senior brother, why don't you go to the Nameless Realm for ten years? You can't be afraid to go, right?" asked the Purple Flame Dragon King with a smile.

"Senior brother, don't mind! everyone belongs to the same family, so it's too strange to talk about it!" Shang Miao said with a smile as he stepped out of the carriage tent.

"Senior brother, don't always look like a hippie smile, senior brother, I feel disgusting. Tomorrow is the master's day of the underworld, and you, as his most beloved apprentice in his life, will not go to his old man's grave to pay respects?" said the Purple Flame Dragon King.

"Senior brother, Feng Tang's sect is now a side branch of the Demon Sect, do you think it is appropriate for me, a righteous person, to worship the people in the Demon Sect?" Shang Miao asked rhetorically.

"That's not to talk about! One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father, you have to go today, if you don't go, senior brother, I'll escort you there!"

"Senior brother doesn't have to be inferior to senior brother, what the master said before his death is really reasonable!" Shang Miao said as usual.

Senior Brother Ziyan Dragon King thought that Senior Brother Shang Miao would not be able to take it, and he tried his best to make this sword. I never thought that the other party had already secretly reached the pinnacle of the sword path, but with a weak twist of the fingers of his right hand, he took his sword like thunder.

"Senior brother, have you long forgotten how our two senior brothers swore an oath to the sky in the neck of Xutong?" asked the Purple Flame Dragon King, who was shocked by a powerful sword qi and bloodied.

I have never forgotten my junior brother, and it is rare that after so many years, my senior brother still remembers. You don't have to persuade me again and again, I am no longer the same person I used to be. In the past, I was alone, fearless, and careless. Now that I have a hundred disciples in the Zhengyang Palace, as well as dozens of family members in my mansion, I really don't allow me to take a step beyond the thunder of the Demon Sect!" Shang Miao told his unspeakable hidden truth.

The Purple Flame Dragon King no longer spoke, after all, his skills were not as good as others, and whatever the other party said was right.

"Master, why talk so much nonsense with him, you and I should hurry up, don't miss the departure date of that transcontinental ferry!" Qin Yan pulled Shang Miao and hurried away.

Fei Yu Mengsheng's secret attendant has been silently following the pair of masters and apprentices for many days, but he has found nothing, and he has not obtained the slightest information about the Soul Gathering Orb.

The Purple Flame Dragon King, who still did not give up, learned that someone was secretly following his junior brother, so he privately eliminated the secret attendant. After all, only the dead will keep their mouths shut, this is the truth that everyone who walks the rivers and lakes knows.

One day, in the Fengxiao Inn, after the ten tables of wine and food were full, the innkeeper Yin Mingzhe couldn't close his mouth happily, thinking that he could finally make money every day today!

Naturally, the two masters and apprentices who were in a hurry were also among the ten guests.

"Master, your old man clearly knows that this huge Jianghu martial arts is a big dyeing pot pot, why would he jump into it without hesitation?" asked Qin Yan as he chewed on the dishes.

"Apprentice, if you are worried that your heart will be unstable and you will strayed into the Demon Dao, then why would you stick to Zhengyang Palace for more than 30 years?" Shang Miao asked rhetorically.

"Master, is it possible that you are an old man, and you can't have that treasure heavenly machine stone, but you can look through the galaxy of time and know everything about your past and future?" Qin Yan asked in surprise.

"What?Tianji Stone?Take it out quickly!Otherwise, you won't see the rising sun tomorrow!" A group of knights from the rivers and lakes asked coercively by brushing the sword in their hands on Qin Yan's neck.

"Master, help!" Qin Yan shouted for help.

"The sun is shining, the weather is very good, it's a good day to go to Yuliang to buy tea!" Shang Miao, who was deaf, walked out of the inn in a good mood and said.

"Little brother, it's better to ask for others than for yourself!" said the Purple Flame Dragon King as he took off his purple sandalwood hat and handed out a divine sword.

"Thank you!" Qin Yan thanked him by catching the divine sword that came not far away.

It's too late, it's too soon! In the blink of an eye, there was a mess in the inn, and the tables, chairs and benches were so damaged that they could hardly bear to look at them directly.

The dumbfounded innkeeper was stunned, his heart was already bleeding, and he wanted to cry without tears!

With the divine sword in his hand, Qin Yan reluctantly cracked the secret formation of Fengwang Sijia, escaped from the inn, and picked up a small life.

Something to save me, nothing to give me death.

Seeing that his master Shang Miao was really as unreliable as the rumors in the rivers and lakes, Qin Yan made up his mind to help the Ziyan Dragon King and force his master to worship the old man he had never met.

The Purple Flame Dragon King's plan succeeded, and while he was overjoyed, he was still worried that he would not be able to find his unobtrusive junior brother.

Gamble, this word, shackles Shang Miao's life.

The open and secret battle between Zhenglu Palace and Zhengyang Palace, the initiator is him Shang Miao. He is a person who would rather be the head of the chicken than the queen of the ox, and he is competitive and competitive.

Along the way, Shang Miao has visited all the major gambling houses, but he has never bet a penny.

Because he is still gambling on the owners of various gambling houses, they are all thinking about how to slaughter him, a fat pig who is so rich.

Knowing that his junior brother Shang Miao was a complete gambler, the Purple Flame Dragon King soon found him in the most prosperous gambling house in the local area.

Hearing the sound, Qin Yan was in a very bad mood, and his face was furious. But even though he is still wrong, he is still his mentor.

A group of three, go!

That's all it takes, the old dragon king of Ziyan, the wordless monument of immortality.