Qin Xingya glanced at Zhang Remnant lightly, there was an insurmountable distance in her quiet eyes, and the fairy voice said ethereally: "What kind of thing are you Zhang Remnant, how can you take care of me?"

Zhang Yan looked at Qin Xingya, opened his mouth, and finally lowered his head again, without saying a word. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the true face of Qin Xingya, she has always been held by the stars, she has never accommodated anyone, has always done her own thing, and has never been false to anyone.

In the past, she would occasionally punish herself with some small means, but she thought that she was just bored on the road, and she felt that she was as ridiculous as a clown jumping off the beam.

If she didn't feel like she was a clown, Zhang Yan would only feel more pathetic.

Indeed, what kind of thing is he!" Zhang thought to himself, laughing at himself. On fame, notoriety. On martial arts, martial arts are low. On physiognomy, the physiognomy is mediocre. In terms of talent, he can't read big words. There are peerless characters in the world who stand at the top of the world, but they are just the foils used to show their heroes more vividly.

Since ancient times, beauties have been matched with heroes.

Zhang Yan suddenly had the idea of leaving this place far away, finding a place to spend the rest of his life, and never appearing in front of Qin Xingya again.

There were thousands of thoughts, and he didn't hear what Ye Zhanchen and the others were saying, until Chuantian patted him on the shoulder, and on his handsome face that was not like a human, there was a free smile: "Let's go! Zhang Yan didn't care about the content of Chuantian's words at all, but asked astringently: "How can Brother Chuantian be so handsome?" Chuantian smiled and said, "Does Brother Zhang think he can live to be a hundred years old?"

Zhang Yan was stunned and said: "Of course it can't be!" After sighing, thinking of the internal force that he had been making no progress, he shook his head and said: "In troubled times, human life is as cheap as grass mustard, and the day is not in danger. can live to be fifty years old, Zhang Chuan will burn incense and worship Buddha. Chuantian smiled and said: "Even if life is a hundred years, it is only a snap of a finger." Since Brother Zhang can't live the same life in heaven and earth, why waste the precious time of his life on self-pity. ”

My own family knows my own affairs, and any comfort and persuasion from others is actually futile. Zhang Yan barely lifted his spirits and asked, "Where did they go?"

Chuantian smiled and said, "Just come with Chuan." With that, he walked towards the west with his head. Without waiting for Zhang Chuan to ask, Chuantian explained: "Actually, this is the Soul Possession Technique. But all living species, regardless of birds and vegetation, can be easily communicated with them, and their memories can be obtained. Qu Fan and Qin Yuluo were already out of range of a hundred miles away from Chuan, so Chuanmu could only use this technique to know their whereabouts. ”

Zhang Yan said in a speechless manner: "What else in the world is that Brother Chuan can't!" Chuan Tian smiled: "Chuan Mou is just picking up the wisdom of his predecessors, nothing remarkable." In this world, it is rumored that there is only one person who respects Yelu Chucai. This person is truly wise, omniscient, and omnipotent. ”

And while he had spoken, he walked out of the city gate.

Outside the city gate, an old man and a young girl stood on the road.

Zhang Zhan only recognized the girl, who seemed to be called Lingxuan, and a few days ago he verbally injured Tang Phantom of Tangmen in Sichuan, which caused this woman to fight for Tang Phantom. As a result, in order to show off her skills in front of her, her senior brother Chen Yihui came out of his own way, and after being injured by Chuantian, he was killed by Chuantian last night.

The old man has a childish face, and even his eyebrows are snow-white, and the eyebrows are especially long, almost hanging down to the corners of his mouth, looking quite fairy-like. According to rumors, Zhang Jian knows that the average person with very long eyebrows is also a long-lived person, far beyond the ordinary.

Before Zhang Yan could take a closer look at the old man, the old man pointed a pair of eyes that did not hesitate to point directly at Chuantian, and said in a loud voice: "Wang Xingchuan of the Old Decayed Imperial Sword Pavilion, please come forward and speak." ”

Chuantian walked forward with a smile, stood ten steps away from Wang Xingchuan, and repeated calmly: "Imperial Sword Pavilion." ”

Wang Xingchuan smiled and said: "The old and decrepit Chen Yihui has an impression of the young master. Chuantian nodded: "Killed." In fact, it is not impressive. Wang Xingchuan suddenly laughed, and after laughing a few times, he said with a pleasant face: "It is said that the young master swore that he had never heard of the people of the Imperial Sword Pavilion who could use swords. I don't know if this is true or not?" Chuantian nodded: "Absolutely true! If Teacher Wang doesn't believe it, Chuan's can find 26 men and 49 women, a total of 75 people to testify for Chuan. ”

Wang Xingchuan's eyes swelled with murderous intent, and he said slowly: "There are thirty years, or fifty years, and no one has dared to be so presumptuous in front of the old decay for a long time." ”

Chuantian smiled: "If Teacher Wang can say an accurate number, Chuanmou will know more about how long Teacher Wang has not walked on the rivers and lakes." ”

Wang Xingchuan nodded, no longer talking nonsense, stretched out his right hand, and made a gesture of please: "Please pass on the young man to inform the old man of the shortcomings in the swordsmanship." Chuan Tian said: "What's so difficult about this?"

After speaking, he swung out a punch and went straight to Wang Xingchuan Zhongtang.

But when he saw the long sword behind Wang Xingchuan, he didn't know that it was because he had been with Wang Xingchuan for a long time and his soul was connected, and he didn't know that it was prompted by Wang Xingchuan's internal force. But hearing the pleasant sound of the dragon chanting and the phoenix roaring, the long sword shot out from behind Wang Xingchuan on its own, turned a beautiful heel in the sky, and fell into Wang Xingchuan's right hand.

At this time, Chuantian's straight fist was just five steps away from Wang Xingchuan, but it was an excellent distance suitable for a long sword attack.

This timing was accurately grasped by Wang Xingchuan to the point that it was unbelievable.

The long sword stabbed out, and suddenly, with a simple sword, thousands of sword shadows appeared, and the layers were clear like mountains and mountains, and they hit the sky overwhelmingly.

At this moment, it was good to smile slightly. With a simple punch, thousands of fist shadows suddenly exploded, and none of Wang Xingchuan's sword shadows were shot into the air, and they all rushed up angrily.

Thousands of sword shadows and thousands of fist shadows touched, and the dense symphony sound was endless, and the two staggered by. Then all the phantoms are gone, and the sword is just a sword, and the fist is just a fist.

Wang Xingchuan was frivolous when he was young and failed to be diligent in martial arts. Therefore, it can only be said that the martial arts have achieved a small success, and they can barely exceed the strength of the second-rate masters in the rivers and lakes. Fortunately, there is self-knowledge, and it is indeed less than walking in the rivers and lakes. In the past decades in the city of Sizhou, he has also lived a chic and comfortable life. The reason why the Imperial Sword Pavilion was founded was actually to fulfill the last wish of the ancestors, hoping to find someone who could carry forward the infinite power of the phantom sword technique.

The phantom sword technique is profound and difficult to understand, except for the person who created this sword technique, no one has been able to practice it, and it is difficult for idle people to understand its fur at all, let alone the essence. Even Wang Xingchuan himself was confused, let alone how to teach his apprentices? Originally, he was extremely optimistic about Chen Yihui's talent and intelligence, but in the end, this son was also unsatisfactory, and he could not get a glimpse of the subtlety of the phantom swordsmanship, and in the end, Wang Xingchuan let it go and no longer disciplined him.

But even so, Chen Yihui is still a member of the Imperial Sword Pavilion. The gate was killed, and the Imperial Sword Pavilion he created was named, so it was impossible to swallow this evil breath no matter what. But Wang Xingchuan knew that with his own strength, it would never be possible to defeat the young sect master of the dignified Demon Sect, so as soon as he made a move, it was the most exquisite move of swordsmanship, hoping to force back a few steps from Chuantian, so he stopped in time and borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and the matter passed like this.

As for Chen Yihui's death, it will come from someone who will avenge him.

How do you know that people are not as good as the sky, and a move full of confidence was passed on to the sky to attack and attack, and it was hard to carry it. Just as he was advancing and retreating, he heard Chuantian say, "The people of the Imperial Sword Pavilion really know how to use swords?"