Dark and gloomy sky!

The majesty of the nine purple platforms in his eyes shone straight through the clouds, sandwiched between a blood-red pillar of heavenly light, which seemed to turn the heavens and the earth into a red and purple.

Looking back, the light of the blue platform was pressed like fireflies, and all that was left in Mao Zhenhuang's eyes was this red and purple world.

This is a place where there is no scorching sun, because the blood-red platform replaces the usual blazing sun, and it is also a place where there is no starlight, and the dazzling purple purple that you see in your eyes is the brilliant starry sky of this heaven and earth.

The sun shines with the stars!

There is no contradiction at all, because the second to tenth are all stars, and the sun is the head.

Looking deeply ahead, this is a "beauty" that you can't see without a little guts!

The ten high platforms are arranged in a ladder type, and they are high in turn, and the arch guards the blood-red "big day", which shows what kind of position this red platform is in in the official record of Huayang Tianzong.

Looking back at the no one behind him, Mao Zhenhuang knew that he would be the last to climb the stars and chase the sun, and it would be okay to put it another way.

That's he's late!

People who should have this kind of thinking have already set foot in this world, and for those who don't have the guts, ten golden pill treasures can't send them around.

It seems that only Mao Zhenhuang is an exception in a group of people!

Looking at the high platform in front of him, which seemed to be slowly rising a little, the chubby figure couldn't help but speed up his pace, after all, a good meal is never afraid of being late.

Of course, a good meal should also be a little different from a good meal.

Therefore, the rest of Mao Zhenhuang's path was stepped on under the escort of eight Yellow Turban wrestlers holding the Heavenly Dragon Fire Pillar.

"I am not alone, there must be neighbors!haha~~~"

As a person, but he has already drunk loudly!

Staring at it, a sword light slashed the heavens and the earth, like a nine-day waterfall running through the Xuanzi Taimang.

A knife is a good knife, and knife skills are hard to find in the world, but sometimes you have to choose the right person!

And the sword in front of him seemed to have chosen the wrong person, and with an angry roar under the knife, a flying sword with great light directly swept this slash out.

Seeing this, Mao Zhenhuang laughed and said: "People have to serve the old after all!"

Who can make this good knife in this Huayang Tianzong Zhenglu?

Of course, it's Zhai Lao Liu!

It is Mao Zhenhuang and his knives, all taught by this person.

And what he didn't expect was that this old thing was actually standing in this place.

I thought about the difficulty of coming to Huayang Tianzong's three articles, who is the person who has temporarily listed the qualifications of the inner gate.

"Fart, bald, the knife in my hand is fine iron, and other people's flying swords are the treasure of Jindan, what does it have to do with whether you obey the old or not?"

A knife prevaricates, and another knife is already a return to the other side!

Standing on top of the sky, Zhai Laoliu's expression was no longer a matter of severity or not, but he turned around in embarrassment, and his mouth was even more scolding.

"The inner door is not bad these days, don't do it if your body bones are not good, alas!" Mao Zhenhuang looked at the embarrassment of this old thing, and patted his thigh for a while gloating.

It's not easy to see this old thing deflated these days!

And this Zhai Lao Liu is not anyone, he knows it.

Wei Mingcun!

Climb on the road to the Tang royal family that impressed him.

And this person is not as simple as a golden pill treasure flying sword, the scholarly shirt on his body is dazzling in the sword light like a water draining waves, which can be seen what kind of rare defense golden pill treasure it is.

"Don't stand and talk cold, you can come to the gangster's yard with a scumbag from the northwest of the girder, and you don't have a reason to come to the bald man, who is a hundred times stronger than you. ”

Zhai Lao Liu looked at the sword that couldn't deal with the other party's life-chasing sword, and the big-footed girl stomped straight to the middle of the Yellow Turban wrestler holding the pillar of dragon fire.

As tall as a mountain, with an abominable face, and a majestic fire stick in its yellow claws, it is imposing when you look at it, not to mention that there are eight of them!

Bang!

Facing the sword with a stick, the flying sword thrown by Wei Mingcun was slapped back by the pillar of fire of the dragon in the hand of a yellow turban wrestler, Mao Zhenhuang didn't look at Wei Mingcun with a cold expression, turned his head to look at the big bald head who licked his face and came over and said: "But I haven't been chased by other people's flying swords, and I don't even want shoes!"

At this time, Zhai Laoliu's shiny big bald head didn't know how it was scraped by Wei Mingcun's lightsaber, it was full of blood, his clothes were as tattered as a flower, and his torn shoes with exposed toes were even lost, like a lost dog who had lost a battle.

"Isn't it a burying man?"

Zhai Lao Liu touched the wine gourd on his waist and poured two sips, listening to Mao Zhenhuang's stimulation, if it weren't for the sweetness of the wine, he would have sprayed him all over his face.

"No! I'm just a little curious, you bald man has saved up his family money in the northwest of Daliang for so many years, and you haven't bought a golden pill treasure as the bottom of the box?"

"I don't know how many monks in the northwest of Daliang are in the month?"

Zhai Lao Liu was glaring at him!

inquired about his family all day long, and it is estimated that there is only this dead fat man in this world.

Mao Zhenhuang nodded, there is nothing wrong with what Zhai Lao Liu said, how much money does the group of poor people in the northwest of Daliang have, that is, to hang up and strip the monks in the entire camp, not to mention a Jindan Treasure Flying Sword, it may not even be able to make up the hilt.

It's not that Zhai Lao Liu doesn't have the ability, but the environment is like that, and no matter how capable he is, it's useless!

"Yes, but there is no such pressure on the bottom of the box, and it is a bit mysterious that you want to go to the high platform in front of you. ”

Looking towards the high platform, who on it at this time does not have a treasure of Jindan?

Except, of course, the white clothes standing on the red platform!

It was a cold figure, not to mention that there was no golden pill treasure in his hand, or even a magic weapon.

Standing alone on it with her hands down, only an invincible gaze showed how she had stood up.

Very unexpected!

Mao Zhenhuang never thought that it was Guo Qiyan who was standing on it, not Weiqiu.

After all, the "scorching sun" should be standing in the middle of the stars, but now it has been taken the first place by the "moon".

"Bald, I've stood up too. Zhai Lao Liu's words carried a hint of decadence.

Mao Zhenhuang lowered his head, and said in a squeaky voice for a long time: "If you stand up, you have to stop!"

Is that knife light bad?

Mao Zhenhuang is not as confident as ever!

But whether the knife is bad or not depends on whether the opponent is bad or not, if this knife is moved back, there is definitely a position of him Zhai Bald in the top ten of the inner door, but the difference here is not half a star.

"Haha~~~ There is still a chance!"

"Master doesn't admire you, just admire you. ”

Mao Zhenhuang sighed for a while, some people are tenacious, if they don't shoot him to death, he will fight until he reaches the last breath of his life.

"Don't talk about me, what charter do you have today?"

Mao Zhenhuang smiled: "How do you think of me, becoming the kindest star in the audience?"

"Then you have to hit it from the bottom to the top!" Zhai Lao Liu glanced at the top, and he could already see clearly who was on it.

"I've never been a fan of violence, and sometimes I'm more inclined to persuade my opponents with words. ”

Who's on it?

The three pairs of beautiful eyes that looked at him with infinite killing intent swept over him, and Mao Zhenhuang knew who it was.

Fang Yangyue, Zuo Zhen, and Xiang Suijiao, it is simply a gathering of the three widows, but I don't know if there is a scene of the three widows fighting a certain Huang today.

At this time, Mao Zhenhuang simply became the focus of this place, and even more so, the fierce fighting on it stopped for him.

Looking at it, Guo Qiyan's first person was Ling Yunshu of the Longmen Sect, there was no doubt that this was another accident, but Weiqiu only occupied a median position, and looking down, Mao Zhenhuang smiled directly.

The appearance of the two of them made him feel that the belonging of this Huayang Tianzong Zhenglu was instantly a little more interesting.

Red Ming and Kang Weiran!

One gaze is greedy, and the other gaze is murderous.

Glancing at the audience, there were as many as fifteen.

In addition to the above-mentioned people, Mao Zhenhuang also saw Lekang of the Soap Sect, a monk of the Tianqing Sect who held the treasure of the golden pill in the shape of a bowl of golden light, a dragon man who held a big seal and a beard with a beard, a loose cultivator wearing a gossip zodiac robe, and a monk of the Guanlou Sect with white hair.

Fifteen!

The latter three Mao Zhenhuang didn't know each other at all, and he didn't even know who the monk in the robe of the Guanlou Sect was.

Looking at his age, it seems to have a fight with old things like Zhai Laoliu.

"Let your damn stinky fart!"

Zhai Lao Liu scolded Mao Zhenhuang with a broken mouth, to convince people?

If he Zhai Lao Liu has a family background, he can't wait to bring ten golden pill treasures, this thing is the truth of the world!

If you want people to listen to you, you have to have the ability to get people to listen to you.

"Haha~~ Old thing, let me ask you, do you want to give me a knife?"

"Your life is yours! Tell me, who do you want me to cut? Zhai Lao Liu was a little frustrated, but this was another fact that he had to face.

"A weapon is a tool after all, and if you want to climb this mountain, you are a person after all, I don't know why you are so afraid of the treasure of Jindan, but I still know your knife. ”

Having lived to such an age in this world, Mao Zhenhuang knew that Zhai Lao Liu's knife was not necessarily the sharpest knife he had seen in the world, but it was definitely the most ruthless knife he had ever seen in this world!

Because this old thing is on top of the knife and has gone out of its own way!

This is something that his apprentice Mao Zhenhuang can't catch up with.

Zhai Laoliu said with a deep gaze: "So I said there is still a chance." ”

"Haha~~ That's good! Lend you a knife. ”

Mao Zhenhuang laughed, pulled out the crown capital on his back, and inserted it directly in front of him with one hand, "I don't know about the crown capital before, but I died under it in my hand to build as many as five or six foundations, and the mandate of heaven is a double number, and it has carried the Yonghezi Fengzheng technique." ”

"Although it's the treasure of Jindan, it's broken, right?"

Zhai Lao Liu smoked the crown capital, his eyes swept over it, and he was full of suspicion when he looked at Mao Zhenhuang.

This is the knife that his dead fat man picked up in the northwest of Daliang!

It is good to say, the dense fine lines on it, in addition to the countless openings on the knife edge and also rolled the blade, if you take the treasure of hard resistance to Jindan, the knife is estimated to be a matter of a few rounds.

Mao Zhenhuang shook his head and said, "It will be unwilling!"

"Who?"

Airplanes!!!

The sound of the knife shook loudly, and he almost didn't get out of his hand between the violent shaking, and this time Zhai Lao Liu finally knew who Mao Zhenhuang was talking about, and his eyes were even brighter than ever when he looked at the broken knife in his hand.