A corner of the plum blossom flat.

Gongsun Yu, who was suddenly shocked, hurriedly arrived, sat on the ground, his face was bloodless, a flying sword hung over his head, dripping and turning, her delicate jade hands pinched into the dirt, her delicate body trembled, and she cried a lot. She originally thought that Xu Lingyan would be able to intercept and kill this Meng Lang's son of the Yang family, but she didn't think about it, but she set herself on fire.

"Look carefully, as long as I give a command, this flying sword will immediately penetrate your skull, as easy as a knife cutting tofu", Yang Ze stood in front of Gongsun and said coldly.

"Hmph, I know I can't live in your hands, and I don't want to survive, but my mother has no quarrel with the world, and she has been alone in the empty house for so many years, I hope you can let her go", Gongsun charmingly wiped away the tears on his pale face and returned to his former pride.

"Do you really want to die?", the flying sword advanced another half an inch, the tip of the sword pierced into the skin, and the red blood oozed out along the tip of the cold light sword.

Gongsun closed his eyes charmingly, and when he was dying, he didn't have the fear he had just now.

"Hmph, even if you still have some conscience, if you don't intercede for your mother today, I will kill you. I'll let you go today, this Wangting Mountain is still yours, but are you willing to be a marionette", Yang Ze said slowly, and there seemed to be a glimmer of life in his tone.

"Willing to die for the Yang family", Gongsun is such a smart person, she originally thought that she couldn't survive, she knew that she would die so resolutely, and she could have a glimmer of life at this moment, and she immediately crawled on the ground.

"Get up", Yang Ze glanced at the monk in Ziyi, the flying sword suddenly flew back into the sword bag, and smiled helplessly, knowing that Yang Ze took pity on the jade and didn't want to kill her, why did he go to this troubled water.

Yang Ze stretched out his hand and wanted to pull Gongsun Charming, but Gongsun Charm didn't appreciate it, and stubbornly got up from the ground, covered with mud.

Naturally, the treasure house of Kui Xing Lou could not continue in Wangting Mountain, Yang Ze released the golden-winged Dapeng, leaving a hundred horsemen to clean up the aftermath, waiting for all the arsenals to be transferred to the Yang family pagoda.

"Master Wei, you said that this is the first time for me to go out of the rivers and lakes, how can there be so many masters of the first product and four realms? Could it be that the first product and four realms are so easy for them?", all the way through Sanzhou, Huizhou Zhugong Mountain Retreat King Apprentice, Wangting Mountain Meihuaping Battle made him really a little shocked in retrospect.

"The clouds follow the dragon, and the rain follows the wind", Wei Zimo said to himself as he shook his feather fan.

Yang Zegang wanted to say "", but in the end he didn't say it.

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In the carriage, Murong Lianyi glanced back at Wangting Mountain, pursed his lips, and his face was ruddy. She raised her clear eyes, looked at the prince with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and said softly, "How can a weak woman convince the public in this Wangting Mountain, how can a weak woman convince the public?"

"Hehe, Gongsun is not as charming as you see", Ye Qingxuan held her hand and explained, "She is like a well-behaved cat in front of the world, and when we leave, it will be a veritable tiger", said the tiger Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing, "Why didn't the Taoist priest of Niutou Mountain say that she was a tiger?"

However, Ye Qingxuan was really a little tired, or the little Taoist priest was right, "In this huge river and lake, where there are people, there are interests, and where there are interests, there are grievances, everyone seems to be roasted on the fire", she is a little envious of the carefree paradise life of the little Taoist.

The rivers and lakes are really too big.

At the top of Niutou Mountain, the little Taoist priest is directing the rising star of the Nangong family to work, a flowing firefly sword was used to dig He Shou Wu, Nangong Yicheng came up from the cliff with a disgraced face, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and shook his head with a sword on his back.

"You give me a good time, when are we going to compete with swords?", Nangong Yicheng threw He Shouwu into the back basket, angry.

In the past two months, he has been prevaricated by the little Taoist priest for various reasons, using the sword as bait, and doing a lot of medicine collection work, but it is also a pleasure in suffering, and he has no worries about food and clothing in the Nangong family on weekdays, except for practicing the sword, he didn't think of these trivial things of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, and his heart was also with him, he didn't believe that the little Taoist priest could keep delaying.

"Don't worry, it's not easy to use force today", the little Taoist priest comforted with a simple face, "There are too many mundane affairs on this mountain, and there is still a corner of the Taixu Palace under the mountain, I still need to make up for it."

"You....what kind of bullshit Uncle Ancestor", Nangong Yicheng listened to a few little Taoist priests shouting respectfully "Uncle Shi", turned around and scolded, and several little Taoist priests watched this personable young man go away in amazement.