The old Taoist in Tsing Yi who fell from the sky was like a ball of thunder mixed with wind and rain in his eyes, which was terrifying.

The young man in Tsing Yi, who often hangs his mouth freely, is like an ant in a pot, restless, and muttered: "This is really a big game, why can't you control this mouth." ”

The young man hurriedly stood up with his sleeves flicked up, his posture was very apologetic, and he bent down and said, "Chang Zizi has seen the master." ”

The latter flicked his sleeves and sneered: "How can it, isn't the old man called a thick man." ”

The corners of the young man's mouth twitched, he swallowed and spit, and said flatteringly: "That's right, master, you are honest and honest, clean and self-conscious, aren't you just a thick person?"

The old Taoist slowly stretched out his hand, slow in the slow, but the young man was still in the ground, unable to dodge at all, he was directly grabbed by the ear, suspended in the air, and was kicked hard in the buttocks, rolling to the side.

The old Taoist said angrily: "Get out of the way!"

But the boy happened to fall into the pool, and after a splash, laughter came from it, and the boy was like a fish like water, rolling up and down and stabbing several times, very excited.

In the water of the pool, wisps of mist irrigate the boy's whole body through his arms, an invisible trajectory along the water surface.

Jiang Huai smiled and said nothing, clasped his fists and said, "Jiang Huai has seen the old-timers. ”

The old Taoist nodded, and said earnestly: "You don't have too close contacts with this person, the one who is close to the ink is black, and his heart is not good." ”

The young man's heart lake even had a loud voice coming from afar.

"Did you take what that kid said seriously?"

The boy smiled, "I only believe in praise." ”

The old Taoist sighed as if relieved, really thinking that his old face was about to be lost.

Suddenly, he flicked his sleeves again, and another person entered the water from the air.

The white-haired old man named Mo Ziyou was furious, and a fierce sword intent rose into the sky in the verdant small bamboo building, and in an instant, it turned into a green flying sword suspended on the old man's side, and the sword intent rain and dew on it flowed non-stop.

He hooked his two fingers, the flying sword roared, and he said angrily: "You, the old Wang Bayi Yuan God, dare to come here wantonly, I really don't dare to kill you?!"

The old Taoist held his head high, stopped in front of the sword calmly, and his tone was frivolous and slightly playful, "As for it, why don't you take a bath, see if you are in a hurry." ”

An Eight Realms Out of Body Realm cultivator faced a Seven Realms Yuan Infant Realm sword cultivator, naturally it was unknown which one was stronger or weaker, but you dared to come here as a Yuan Shen and did such a disgusting thing.

Mo Ziyou really spewed out a mouthful of old blood, and opened his mouth to scold angrily: "Lao Tzu's magic weapon has been cultivated for a hundred years, and all his mother has been ruined by you, and everything you say today will make you pay the price." ”

The corners of the old Taoist in Tsing Yi twitched slightly, and he never thought that this old guy was really angry, so he had to laugh and comfort: "Don't make trouble." ”

A long roar burst out, and the originally hot sky suddenly split into two, and a sword light sprung up like mushrooms after rain, climbing straight up, dragging out a strange phantom, although it was not deliberately revealed, but it still couldn't hide the majesty of its sword intent.

From a distance, a golden light under the scorching sun is prominent, falling vertically, and the momentum is as strong as swallowing a cow.

The two children quickly hid in the distance, trembling and fearful.

The fat boy Xiao Huang was even more like ashes, hiding behind the little girl, trembling non-stop.

On the other side, the seemingly ordinary lake water, but in fact, it is a magic weapon as the root of the clear waterhole that constantly contains gas and dew, although surrounded by water, it is still dry and comfortable, and he raised his eyebrows, so he didn't look at it much.

He never thought that the "thick man", who was the sect master of the Shangqing Sect and his own master, would make a mistake here or suffer a little loss with his understanding.

Because he doesn't pay attention to the rules, his master does not pay attention to the rules.

And the white-clothed young man, in addition to being shocked that the water around his body was as strange as the cyan ointment, his mind was more focused on the turquoise flying sword that fell from the sky.

If this sword is compared with the big python in the river with a sword of the man Ding Qiu, it is stronger and weaker.

He naturally didn't know, but he could clearly feel the difference, one sword intent was better, and the other sword speed was fiercer.

Jiang Huai subconsciously clenched his fists in the water, and said to himself: "This is the Taoist Natal Flying Sword? Or is it a half-immortal soldier in the hands of Na Ding Qiu." ”

He is no longer the Mengtong who just walked out of the town, and because of this, he is even more in awe.

The young man even imagined that if this sky-splitting sword flew towards him, the breaking talisman or the reverse water talisman, or the suppression talisman full of suppressive power, might make it stagnate, or even pause.

As a result, he shook his head, which should be too much worse.

But he did not have the slightest sense of decadence and despair, but his waist was as straight as a pine and cypress, and his mood was calm and high-spirited.

In the past, when I looked at the sword that split the river, I didn't feel anything, because I didn't understand it, although I still don't understand it now, but the word sword cultivation really made him yearn for it.

If you can read and walk the world with a sword on your back, if you encounter injustice, you can't be reasonable, what is more chic than this?

The old Taoist in Tsing Yi, who did not use his real body but just walked in the world with a primordial spirit, did not pay attention to the thunderous sword, but his heart moved, and he noticed the change in the young man's heart, stroked his beard and smiled heartily, and his voice was high and powerful.

"It's really like Lao Tzu hundreds of years ago, since that's the case, then the old man will let you know a little more. ”

He flicked up his big sleeves, and with a quick beat, the wind rose in all directions, surging in the big sleeves, and it was even more fluttering.

The turquoise flying sword was suddenly tucked into the big sleeve, and the impact kept coming.

The old Taoist said angrily: "You old thing is really playing?!"

The old man with crane hair said even more angrily: "You, the old Wang Ba, even brought this Qiankun robe, the treasure of the sect, and you still have the face to say about me?"

After that, the sword intent was even better, and the two fingers went down again.

The sleeves of the old Taoist in Tsing Yi suddenly opened a few inches, and there was a chopping and impact, and there was a loud sound.

It's not that this Qiankun robe is not powerful enough, but it's really difficult for a primordial god to completely control it, but there are still a few burning eyes around to look at it, this old face...

The old Taoist whispered "damn it", and swallowed the "don't make trouble" back to his abdomen.

Press it with both hands again, tightly press the flying sword in your sleeve, and say in the heart lake: "A ground-level magic weapon, quickly withdraw your hand, Lao Tzu is not as knowledgeable as you." ”

Mo Ziyou, the old man with crane hair, slowly stretched out his two fingers, did not point to the sword, but also transmitted the voice in the heart lake, "Two pieces, do you agree?"

"You!"

After that, the old Taoist quickly grabbed the green flying sword with a wave of his hand, such as taking an ordinary sword hilt and waving it up and down and then throwing it out, it was very comfortable.

And turned his head to the two young men with a smug look of Lao Tzu's invincible smugness and smiled: "How is it, do you understand?"

Jiang Huai arched his hand and praised: "The old-timers are really powerful. ”

And the young man in Tsing Yi, who didn't know the truth and was convinced that his master was undefeated, grinned, "Master, when you can't walk anymore, can you reward me with that robe?"

Then the young man was pressed into the water by his invisible big hand, and he suffered a lot, only to hear an angry scolding: "Are you sick in the brain?"

The young man wiped the water droplets on his face and asked, "You have medicine." ”

The two were silent at the same time, but the young man couldn't suppress the smug look on his face, since he didn't refuse, it was the answer. “

Mo Ziyou waved his arm, and the sword that turned back to the ground turned into a verdant small bamboo building, and looked back and smiled: "Go and get a few bowls, no matter what you say, you have to invite the rich man to have a meal." ”

The girl in the red dress smiled, "Okay." ”