For those true geniuses on the nineteenth floor, He Sixiao was not strong, because he had just stepped into the realm of transformation and was not yet familiar with it, but compared to most of the outer disciples, he was definitely considered strong.

It's just that at this moment, under Luo Sanqian's rapid attack, the title of the nineteenth-floor disciple on his head was a little overshadowed.

Seeing the black shadow in the air leap down, He Si held his small sword horizontally in front of him, and his arm was against the spine of the sword.

The fist intersected with the spine of the sword, and there was a thunderous thunderclap.

He Sixiao's whole body sank, the stone slab under his feet shattered, his feet sank in, his eyes were slightly dim, blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, and his clothes were torn apart by the harsh fist wind.

Although he was not blown away by a punch or fell, the defeat was already there.

He Si looked at the brocade-clothed young man cautiously, as if he had seen a wild beast.

Luo Sanqian licked his lips and smiled brightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "Third move." ”

As he spoke, Luo Sanqian's figure fell to the ground, and his left foot supported the ground.

kicked at He Sixiao.

The other party withdrew his fist, and He Sixiao had a slight chance to breathe, turned sideways, and quickly swept to the side.

Luo Sanqian seemed to expect it, his left foot suddenly exerted force, the sole of his foot twisted the ground, and his body stopped, and his right leg swept away in mid-air.

After all, it was the first time to enter the realm of transformation, and the long sword in his hand had not yet fitted his mind, and naturally it was not as fluttering as an ordinary sword cultivator.

He Sixiao couldn't dodge, he was kicked by this kick, and flew out in an instant, spitting blood in the air.

"Fifth move, you lose. ”

This statement is indifferent and unquestionable.

The brocade-clothed young man swept to He Sixiao in three steps, raised his arms and clenched his fists, and smashed down with a stormy fist.

Luo Sanqian took a deep breath, the violent aura on his body gradually stabilized, he was calm, calmly saluted, looked at Bai Yutai's side, and laughed, "I can count this as a win?"

There is no doubt that Luo Sanqian won.

Yuanshan Sect, on the grandstand of the big test, there was no sound, and no one made a sound.

He Sanxi looked at He Sixiao lying on the ground, his eyes were complicated, and he didn't know what to think in his heart.

On the white jade platform in the north, the face of the first seat on the tenth floor was gloomy, staring at the brocade-clothed young man in the center of the stone platform.

He Sixiao is a disciple on the tenth floor, talented and intelligent, and he is meticulous in his cultivation, this big test was originally intended to let him show his edge in the opening game of the big test, but he didn't expect to be beaten in the first round without fighting back.

Since the big test was held, it is not that there have been no outer disciples who have successfully challenged the nineteenth floor, but there is indeed no one like Luo Sanqian, who has shown a crushing trend.

And the most unacceptable thing is that this brocade-clothed young man relied on a pair of fists from beginning to end, and did not use weapons.

"Junior brothers, what do you think?" asked Bai Yutai, the old man sitting in the front seat, with a smile.

The first block on the tenth floor was obviously dissatisfied with this son, closed his eyes and took a short nap, and did not answer.

The old man, who was the head of the Yuanshan Sect, smiled lightly and sighed, turned his head to the young man sitting first on the left, and asked, "Senior Brother Qingshan, this son is quite confident, I think it should be to your liking?"

The man who was called Qingshan was tall and resolute, and he was the first seat of the 'second floor', and when he heard the words of the master, he actually showed a wry smile, "Senior brother, we have a shake on the second floor This rabbit cub is enough to give me a headache, Luo Sanqian is not a good stubble at first glance, I don't have so much heart to discipline." ”

The head teacher nodded and said, "That little guy who only practices one sword a day is a bit of a headache. ”

"This Luo Sanqian's performance is not like a sword cultivator, but more like a martial artist. ”

As soon as these words came out, they spoke the thoughts of the first seats.

After all, the Yuanshan Sect is mainly based on sword cultivation, and it doesn't value other monks, let alone a martial artist, although Luo Sanqian defeated He Sixiao very beautifully, but after all, He Sixiao has just entered the realm of transformation and can't fly the sword, if it takes some time, it is difficult to say that Luo Sanqian can still defeat He Sixiao.

However, if you lose, you will lose, according to the rules of the big test, even if Luo Sanqian is a martial artist, he is qualified to enter the nineteenth floor.

Xue Changyi didn't say a word, and looked at the brocade-clothed young man in the field.

Luo Sanqian held his head high, looking squarely at the white jade platform floating in the air, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, without showing a trace of timidity.

"Would you like to come to the nineteenth floor?" Xue Changyi's voice was as loud as a bell.

For Xue Changyi, compared to the strength of the young man in brocade, he appreciates the other party's self-confidence more, in his heart, the young man should be like this, high-spirited, frivolous and fearless, this is the boy's madness.

Luo Sanqian looked at the majestic middle-aged man and only said one word.

"Good. ”

It's not arrogant.

It's not arrogant.

There was an uproar in the stands.

Xue Changyi didn't feel inappropriate at all, laughed heartily, and couldn't stop nodding.

There are even some expectations of what will happen when the arrogant teenager meets the indifferent youth.

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The ferry boat slowly moved along the Langxi River.

Chen Anzhi wanted to row the boat to the bank of the river, and when he swung the oar, he was startled by a circle of ripples.

In the distance in the night, there was a sudden thud, and then there was the sound of splashing water.

I don't know if it's a big fish out of the water, or a waterfowl in the water.

Suddenly, a light rain fell from the sky and fell on the water.

Chen Anzhi turned to look at the Wupeng wooden boat slowly heading towards the ferry, and felt a little alert in his heart.

This is a very ordinary Wu Peng, the bamboo curtain is slightly rolled, there are bursts of silk bamboo sound into the ears, the sound of the piano is like rain hitting the wooden canopy, and the melody of the rain complements each other, pleasant and soft, it is really a good song.

The Upon boat approached, with no one at the helm, but it was firmly stagnant in the flowing water.

Mu Ruyi frowned, looked at the uninvited guest with some confusion, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Chen Anzhi shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

At that moment, the sound of the piano stopped, and a sound rang out.

The sound came from Ubongne, it was crisp, very moving, as soft as water, but it was not scattered in the rain.

"Chen Anzhi?"

The river flowed by, and not far away people clamored to go ashore.

The girl in the white jade column called the guests with a smile.

These noises, the moment they sounded, fell silent.

The playful drizzle shook the sails and the sound was soft, soft.

The voice that rang in my ears was equally soft, but it was like thunder.

The white little hand gently reached out halfway, slowly opened the bamboo curtain, and walked out of a woman in a snowy tulle skirt, she slowly came to the bow of the boat, her face was not powdered, but fresh and moving, she held an oil-paper umbrella in her hand, opened it with a snap, and supported it on her shoulders to block the drizzle.

The woman's smile was soft, and she bypassed Chen Anzhi and landed on the girl with a confused face, and said softly: "This is the pearl of the palm of today's Great Liang Sheng?"

Mu Ruyi was slightly stunned when she heard this, and nodded slightly hesitantly.

The woman let go of the hand holding the handle of the umbrella, but the oil-paper umbrella that should have fallen was supported by the water column rising from the river, the woman's right hand pressed her left hand, her legs were together and her knees were slightly bent, she lowered her head, and said: "The slave family has not thanked the Holy God for his forgiveness, and now I just saw you, and I was polite first." ”

"Langxi River God?" Chen Anzhi narrowed his eyes and asked.

The woman looked at Chen Anzhi with a smile, her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be starry, "The slave family's name is Lin Yuyue, he read a few sage books before his death, got a little luck, and was hand-picked by the Yellow River Zhengshen, and since then he has lived in this Langxi River, just to help the Zhengshen do miscellaneous, not the title of the river god." ”

Lin Yuyue said modestly, it seems to be quite friendly, but the two people on the ferry do not dare to take it lightly, after all, this is the lord of three thousand flooded households, besides, the Langxi River here is the territory of the woman in front of him, there was a geographical advantage in ancient times, it makes sense, and Lin Yuyue occupied the advantage of geographical advantage, if it is really unfavorable to the two, it is probably more auspicious.

"Don't be nervous. When Chen An's heart was calculating, a cold voice came from Wu Peng, and then a girl with a maid's sideburns and a blue skirt walked out, seeing this person out of the canopy, Lin Yuyue walked behind the girl, and handed the oil-paper umbrella forward, covering the girl's air.

The girl in the skirt waved her hand and said impatiently: "My lord is right, you mountains and rivers like to pretend to be ghosts." ”

With the movement of the girl's hand, the light rain in the sky disappeared as if it had been blown away by the wind.

Lin Yuyue put away the oil-paper umbrella and stood behind the girl with her head down, not daring to refute it.

Mu Ruyi's pupils constricted, raised his hand to disperse the smoke and rain, this is a means to listen to the rain realm monks, in the realm division of the three states and five places, in addition to the dust state of mind, the realm of transformation and the realm of condensing souls, under the half-saint, above the condensation of the soul and the division of two small realms, namely the realm of listening to the rain and the realm of the sea, that is to say, the girl who looks like a maid in front of her is at least a monk who listens to the rain realm, so the person who can make the rain realm willing to call the lord should at least be a half-saint, or even a saint who is hidden in the world.

The girl in the skirt turned sideways, "Please come and talk about it." ”

Chen Anzhi lowered his head and bent over, pretending to be uncomfortable, "I'm sorry, I hurt my leg and walked on a rope, so let's talk about something here." ”

The girl in the skirt opened the bamboo curtain with one hand, and said with a smile: "That's right, I'll tell you about Miss Li, when the lord is bored on the mountain, he always likes to tell some stories, I am a woman's family, and naturally I like to listen to some love that makes people cry." ”

Chen Anzhi stood up, took one step at a time, nodded to Mu Ruyi, and then jumped to the bow of the Wupeng wooden boat, "Have something important to discuss?"

The girl in the skirt chuckled, "Yes." ”

Chen Anzhi and the girl in Luo Skirt sat down separately, Lin Yuyue stood at the bow of the boat, Mu Ruyi was unclear, sitting on the bow of the boat, his mind was turning.

"My name is Chunfeng. The girl in the skirt said: "There is a younger brother called Fugui, who is the name given by the master. ”

When he said this, Chen Anzhi naturally thought of the red robe sitting on the Spring Breeze Rich Mountain, and he said, "What's the matter?

Chunfeng Fugui Mountain is located outside the Great Wall, a long way from the side of the Liang, although the red robe said that he would not do it, but after all, he is a person standing on the side of the mountain, his mind is weird, it is difficult to say whether he will suddenly regret it, Chen Anzhi is no longer the great sword immortal three thousand years ago after all, and now it is exposed again, if the other party really regrets it, he is helpless about it.

Chunfeng shook his head and said: "No, the old man is old, a little confused, he just wants to drink tea and watch chess, don't talk about this, just rely on the turmoil back then, you Jiang Chuyi helped Chunfeng Fuguishan to withstand the crisis, even if you ask for half of the luck of Chunfeng Fuguishan, it is not too much." Moreover, Tianxin Lao Dao personally came to Chunfeng Fugui Mountain for you yesterday, he wanted you to live, and the master didn't dare to let you die, so you can rest assured. ”

Chen Anzhi did not say a word.

Chunfeng said again: "The lord asked me and Fugui to go down the mountain this time, firstly, to travel, and secondly, to tell you that the ice is terrible, but what is even more terrible is that the long night is coming." ”

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