The monks of Keqingtang need to report to Wei Jian Mountain, not to restrict access, but when there is an emergency, the sect can calmly arrange, judging from the mountain gate record, this Lang Yan is now in the mountains, but he has not gone out.

When the divine sense was introduced, there was a response almost immediately, the magic circle was withdrawn instantly, and a very tall middle-aged Taoist stepped out of the valley, cultivating in the late Yuan Infant period, his hair was tied up at will, his eyes were gentle and revealing a unique determination of sword cultivation, and his big sleeves flicked, and he was in a chic state.

"I don't know if the mountain lord is here, and he has missed the welcome, but what is the matter, and he is still here?"

This Lang seemed to be disgusted, and it happened to be the visit of Xuanyuan Inner Sword True Monarch, and he couldn't help but be suspicious, although he was talking to Tang Feng, those eyes were only on Li Ji on the side, in this strange monk, who was obviously not a sword cultivator of Wei Jian Mountain, he smelled a familiar smell, a long-ago breath!

Tang Feng flashed to the side and sneered: "It's not me looking for you, it's this one!"

As for what will happen, how can it be possible? This senior brother Li's insect-like character, even if the realm is a little lower than this Lang is tired, it is not that this Yan Er can make waves, and besides, in Weijian Mountain, where can he go?

Li Ji took a few steps forward, bowed his hand, and his attitude was relaxed, "Xuanyuan Inner Sword Li Ji, I have seen Senior Brother Yan!"

Na Lang stared at him with disgust, his expression changed, and after a long time, he sighed,

"I, Yan Er, have been waiting for nearly four hundred years today, but I didn't expect that Xuanyuan's outer sword is still a waste, after all, I still have to ask you to make a move with the inner sword! Li Ji, crow! Really big name! Xuanyuan sent you here, if I don't obey, I will directly get rid of it?"

Li Ji smiled, "Senior Brother Yan thinks too much! What are the troubles you have, it's been four hundred years, why haven't I seen it?"

If it weren't for the way of the old man without borders, you think the universe is vast, and I will ignore my own cultivation and come to play Tibetan cats with you?

As for your Senior Brother Yan, what do you like to do, where do you like to go, you are staying here as a guest, going to Taobao Star to be a general, going to the universe to kill people and set fires, but it has nothing to do with Lao Tzu!

Slippery, bring the things, don't mess with Lao Tzu!"

Yan Erlang has been prepared for today's events for a long time, and he expects that four hundred years have passed, and he is also cold when he thinks that Xuanyuan will not be able to let go of himself in the end;

"Four hundred years have passed, the outer sword is still wasted, the inner sword is still arrogant, Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan, it really hasn't changed at all!

Come on, come on, it's been four hundred years, let Yan Er see, where is the capital of your inner sword?"

Li Ji smiled in his heart, he knew that when dealing with such a strong seed, he couldn't treat it like a normal person, and sure enough, with a polite word, he automatically substituted himself into the outer sword line, and he wanted to compare it with his inner sword.

Ignoring Yan Erlang, who was looking at him angrily, Li Ji waved his hand, "Don't be in a hurry, I'm tired of walking all the way, rest for a while, eat some wine and meat...... Why, are you still afraid that Lao Tzu will be poisoned? Dealing with you and other external swords, Lao Tzu can clean up while digging out birds, and he can use the tricks outside the plate?

Don't be unconvinced, Wang Muyuan knows, right? One of the heads of the four major families of the outer sword, he also brags nonsense with Lao Tzu, what is the result? In front of the Thunder Palace, in front of thousands of Xuanyuan disciples, only one sword will turn to ashes! Even if you are stronger than him, you have learned some skills in Weijian Mountain, how can you be stronger than him?

Sit down and have a few drinks with Lao Tzu first!"

Yan Erlang is not sitting, not sitting, not unwilling, not fighting, just fight, I always feel wrong!

This person's interactions, status, power, wealth, and strength all determine the momentum and priority of getting along with each other, and when two people sit together, these vulgar things will naturally appear in the hearts of both sides, and if there is a comparison, there will be their own difference; if you let a beggar sway freely in front of the emperor, how can that be possible? That is not chic, that is brain pumping!

Mortals are like this, and monks can't get rid of these; Li Ji can say these words, and if any of Xuanyuan's Yuan Babies come over, no matter inside or outside, Yan Er's ears have been scraped and thrown over, but he said, Yan Er doesn't dare! Because Yan Er understands the situation, the Crow Galaxy has been powerful for nearly a hundred years, and has done countless big cases, and any monk will naturally and unnaturally think of these bloodshed when facing him, and then restrict their behavior, this is the potential!

Of course, it's not appropriate to be too strong, it's easy to be disgusting, and it leads the mermaid to die and break the net, so you need something else.

Li Ji seemed to take out the wine and food from the ring at will, the wine is brewed Huadiao, not a top good wine, but it is a specialty of a small city in the northern region of the blue sky, this small city is Yan Erlang's hometown, he grew up drinking this wine!

The meat is roasted roast roast meat, ordinary mortal beasts, compared with the meat quality of spirit beasts, it is the most widespread small beast under Qianxiu Peak, and it is the favorite thing to accompany the wine of the disciples of the outer sword foundation, and the low-level disciples are in the relaxation of the roasted roast, insisting on their hard practice day after day, which is one of the few pleasures of the sword cultivators.

These things were prepared by Li Ji before leaving the gate of Xuanyuan Mountain, if you want to complete a certain task, you must understand in advance, to find possible weaknesses, instead of ignoring it, Li Ji is deeply stunned, and he doesn't want to face this former foreign sword genius, after all, Xuanyuan's inheritance is also very difficult.

Smelling the aroma of wine and meat, the memories of four hundred years suddenly came to his heart, Yan Erlang felt as if there was a sour feeling through his eyes, and hurriedly held back, hundreds of years of old babies cried in front of people, what kind of system!

The old people of the past are surging out, and once the floodgates of memory are opened, they can no longer be stopped; the desire of youth, the excitement of entry, the bitterness of cultivation, the happiness of getting along with brothers and sisters, the hardships of rushing to the realm, the vigor of enlightenment, the frivolity of youth, the suppression of the family, the rebellion, and the final rupture...... Everything, compared to these, the arrogant inner sword boy in front of him is no longer so hateful!

With a long sigh, as if exhaling hundreds of years of grievances, Yan Erlang sat cross-legged, took out something from the ring, and slapped it in front of Li Ji with a 'snap', and didn't speak, just took a sip of wine and a mouthful of meat.

At this moment, tears flowed uncontrollably, wetting the placket of his clothes......