Love, this feeling, always do not know where it arises, and go deep. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 However, Li Mochou is different from the vulgar woman in the world, she has no sorrow, no gains and losses.

She is strong and hard, only soft to the person she loves deeply, like sisal, the outer layer pierces the hand, but the inside can be drawn to make clothes, which is extremely close.

Lu Baiyi didn't know what the beauties in the carriage were thinking, but he understood himself, knew himself, perhaps, this was enough.

It is to destroy all the shackles in this world, so why bother to put it on again.

"What else do the senior disciples of the Quanzhen Sect have to see, if not, can they stop getting in the way?" Lu Baiyi's eyes were sharp, and he asked coldly.

The Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect are not all bloodless, but when they saw the nine corpses here at the beginning, they were obviously killed by one person, and they were killed in one move, which was somewhat fearful.

With such good skills, at such a young age, he can't keep the son of a hidden family, or the apprentice of an unknown master. In case the younger ones come to the old ones, most of their Quanzhen Sect masters are wandering outside, and they are afraid that something will happen.

But now they really can't bear it, they are Taoist leaders, and any cat or dog can bully them.

did not back down according to his words, the Taoist priest led by him stepped forward, and without saying much, he said with a sword: "Under Deng Zhikang, please advise." ”

The word "Zhi" is a disciple of the same generation as Yin Zhiping and Li Zhichang, so it is no wonder that he can become an elite monster.

Lu Baiyi shook his head and sighed lightly, but he still pulled out the short sword on his waist, after all, the other party was not a miscellaneous fish like the robber Caokou.

The blade is sharp, and the fish-scale-like lines are densely covered by Lu Baiyi's short sword. The origin of his short sword is very mysterious, but the difficulty of getting hold is not high, it was picked up from the mountains when he was about to go to find his relatives.

When Li Mochou took him away, he saw the extraordinaryness of this short sword, but it was a pity that the Chilian Fairy made good use of dust, silver needles and poisonous palms, otherwise he really wouldn't have returned it to him so easily.

Holding the fishbone-shaped hilt with a deep chill, Lu Baiyi was contemplating, he had never underestimated the Taoist priest opposite who was not much older than himself. Although in Master Jin's book, this person has never made a name for himself, but you must know that the Quanzhen Sect is the leader of Taoism after all.

There are tens of thousands of disciples, and to be able to stand out from them and become three generations of personal disciples, they definitely have a bit of excellent ability.

Sure enough, Deng Zhikang held the sword flat, his wrist was slightly heavy, and his hand was a brave and fearless "Dingyang Needle". Hand-to-hand sword skills are the first momentum, the opening is the key, Deng Zhikang chose this move as the opening, probably because he really lacked confidence.

The scorching sun was scorching, and the young man in white held the short sword upside down, with his cross arm in front of him, adjusting the angle of the blade. He is testing the other party, and he is also planning a conspiracy.

As far as Lu Baiyi is concerned, there is no strategy that cannot be used in battle, if it can be easily solved, why do you have to fight to the death? As everyone knows, a good swimmer will die of drowning.

Eh, it seems that you forgot something?

Forget it, no matter.

After adjusting, Lu Baiyi didn't wait, and rushed straight to the Taoist priest in front of him, and the short sword came horizontally, bringing out a whistling cold wind.

Deng Zhikang responded calmly, raised his arm, crossed the west wind with a long sword, and stuck to the blade of the short sword, and with a lift and a shake, he repelled such an obvious attack. The Quanzhen swordsmanship is known for its subtle changes, and the connection between the sword moves is smooth and changeable, and the momentum of this "Dingyang Needle" is enough to connect the seventy-four changes of the seven swords, which can be called the core of the Quanzhen swordsmanship.

As soon as he made a little contact, Lu Baiyi had a plan in his heart, his strength was slightly stronger than that of this Taoist, that is to say, he was almost the top level of the three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, but compared with those second-generation elders who had practiced qi for many years, it was not enough to see at all, let alone the seven sons of Quanzhen.

Calm and concentrated, Lu Baiyi was no longer clumsy, the short sword was holding, and the attacking long sword was exchanged several times, easily swinging away Deng Zhikang's defense, leaving his chest wide open.

As soon as this flaw was revealed, the conspiracy that Lu Baiyi had prepared before was naturally useless, he was like a tiger, curled up and collided, the short sword was replaced by an inverted one, and the hilt of the sword hit the opponent's chest with a blow, and then hit him three inches below the ribs, which directly made him lose the ability to resist.

It's so relaxed, it seems that I have a little bad thinking, probably because although the Quanzhen swordsmanship is exquisitely changed, the people who use it have not comprehended the connotation of the phrase "subtle changes".

Lu Baiyi accepted it when he saw that it was good, returned the short sword to the sheath, and retreated to the side of the carriage, allowing several other Quanzhen disciples to rescue Deng Zhikang.

"Do you want to come again?"

However, Lu Baiyi will not lose his momentum, although he does not want to directly conflict with the Quanzhen Sect now, but he will not let others have the opportunity to be arrogant in front of him.

A traverser, not arrogant, how to be a person.

Well, strong!

Just when Lu Baiyi was complacent, Deng Zhikang, who had barely recovered his ability to act, suddenly stopped a few junior disciples behind him who wanted to avenge him.

"If you lose, dare to ask your Excellency's name?" Deng Zhikang endured the pain in his chest, and said reluctantly, "I am not good at learning art and losing the face of my teacher. ”

Is this what it means to get back to the field in private?

Lu Baiyi probably understood what the other party meant, but this is fine, he just has an excuse to stay in this Zhongnan Mountain, and it should be much easier to have a Quanzhen disciple as a guarantor.

"My name is Lu Renjia, the scenery here is good, I really want to stay longer. Well, I'll be waiting for you in the town down the hill, and you can come whenever you want. ”

Lu Baiyi wouldn't be stupid enough to report his real name, his blind master is probably still looking for him, if he lets him know that he is with Li Mochou, it will be troublesome.

Bidding farewell to the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, ignoring the invitation of Deng Zhikang, who had a great impression of him after being beaten, Lu Baiyi continued to walk to the ancient tomb according to the guidance of the Red Lian Fairy.

Although the group of Quanzhen disciples also warned him not to go to the back mountain where the ancient tomb was located, but with Deng Zhikang's guarantee, he still carried out his purpose very easily.

The long wind is late, the sunset is in the west mountain, the layers of fallen leaves and stubborn rocks in the dense forest, and the canyon is quiet, this is the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain.

What are the ancient tombs behind Zhongnan Mountain, who is right, just give it to him?