Zhao Zhijing put one hand on the "big vertebral acupoint" on the back of Zhou Botong's neck, and the pure true qi of Guiru in his body slowly soaked into Zhou Botong's body. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This Dao is like a drizzle of true qi, when encountering Zhou Botong's restless true qi like a flood at this time, under normal circumstances, it should be immediately engulfed by the flood and disappear.

But the truth is completely different from what I imagined, the pure true qi of returning to the ruins, like a spring breeze and drizzle, actually gathered the rolling true qi, slowly suppressed the restless momentum, and smoothed it out. The true qi flowed slowly, and Zhou Botong, who was a little flushed on his face, also became calm, and the rolling sound of the flute seemed to have no effect at all at this moment.

Feeling that Zhou Botong had calmed down, the sound of Xiao in the distance also disappeared at this moment, Huang Yaoshi, who was dressed in a green robe, saw Zhao Zhijing who was behind Zhou Botong at this time in the distance, although he was also angry in his heart, but it was not good to say anything, no matter what, Zhou Botong was also Zhao Zhijing's senior, and he had no reason to stop Zhao Zhijing from rescuing his uncle.

The night is like morning dew, fleeting. The crescent moon in the sky is gone, replaced by a rising sun. Zhao Zhijing, who was dressed in a white robe, sat next to Zhou Botong, not far from him, and Guo Jing, who was a little down-and-out at this time, was also sitting on the side. The sunlight shining down from the peach tree reflected Zhou Botong's face full of flowers, and then his face could be seen more clearly, his beard was not completely white, but he didn't know how many years he hadn't shaved, and he was as fluffy and scary as a wild man.

Suddenly, Zhou Botong's eyes flickered, and he smiled slightly and said, "Which of the seven sons of Quanzhen are you?" Zhao Zhijing, who opened his eyes from the cross-seater, replied slowly: "Disciple Zhao Zhijing, see Uncle Shizu, the disciple is a disciple of the king." Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Zhou Botong laughed and said: "Under the door, the kid back then was also a master at this time, and the world passed so fast." ”

Immediately, Zhao Zhijing pointed to Guo Jing beside him and said to Zhou Botong: "Uncle Shi, this little brother is my friend, named Guo Jing. When Guo Jing heard this, he immediately stood up and bowed and said, "Disciple Guo Jing sees his seniors!" Feeling Guo Jing's respect, Zhou Botong showed a smile on his face, for a person who has lived alone for so many years and has no one to talk to, he is naturally very happy today.

It's just that this week, Bertong is worthy of being an old naughty boy. The face of this predecessor is only for a moment, and the shadow of this predecessor is shattered in the next moment. I saw that he pretended to make a grimace and looked very funny, like a child playing with others, and said, "Why did Zhijing come to Peach Blossom Island? Did your master ask you to come?"

Knowing that Zhou Botong is not a person who pays attention to respect and humility, his heart is still like a child, not stained with a trace of dust, which is also the reason why he made great progress in martial arts later. Zhao Zhijing, who was not suitable for the courtesy of humility, also laughed at this time and said, "The master did not have any instructions, it was the disciple himself who wanted to come." After many investigations, the disciple knew that you were trapped in this Peach Blossom Island by Senior Huang, and the disciple came to rescue him from now. ”

Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, even Zhou Botong, who acted like a child, blushed a little, and was a little embarrassed to lose to others in front of his juniors. But these emotions did not have much impact on the old naughty boy Zhou Botong, and they disappeared in an instant.

Zhou Botong held his long beard and circled around Zhao Zhijing, his eyes without variegation became bright, and he said with a very heavy face: "Look at your small figure, there is the opponent of Huang Laoxi, even if I have been trapped here by him for more than 20 years, how can you be his opponent with this little doll." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Zhijing still had that smile on his face, but there was a momentum rising from his body, just like a tiger in a deep sleep, waking up from a dream, the majesty belonging to the king of beasts suddenly emanated, making the beasts in the mountains and forests tremble.

Zhou Botong, who was surrounding Zhao Zhijing, suddenly looked like a cat that had been stepped on by the tail, and suddenly showed a trace of horror on his face, and his figure jumped away from Zhao Zhijing's side in a flash. Zhou Botong's pure heart is naturally extremely sensitive to this momentum, but Guo Jing on the side, although he feels depressed in his heart, he suddenly doesn't know where the unhappiness in his heart comes from, but he feels that in that nothingness, there is a pair of eyes looking at him carefully, and everything about himself is exposed to this pair of eyes.

The momentum comes and goes quickly. The clouds dissipated, and the sun shrouded in again. The old naughty boy Zhou Botong regained his spirit again, his eyes were bright and he kept walking around Zhao Zhijing, and when he stopped, he looked at Zhao Zhijing with straight eyes, as if the person in front of him was a treasure, and there was an infinite attraction that attracted him.

Seeing Zhou Botong, who was happy to hunt his heart, a smile appeared on his face, and he smiled and said, "Let me try your martial arts cultivation." When the words fell, he pointed out like a sword. Finger shadows filled the air, and three clear finger shadows struck Zhao Zhijing. Although there is no turbulent wind and thunder, it has a different kind of sharpness.

Zhao Zhijing's figure dodged this move "one sword into three clears", and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi, please forgive the disciple for the crime of disrespect." The words fell, and a palm stretched out, if the sky was overwhelmed, the meaning of the Great Demon Fist recorded in the "Nine Yin True Scripture" was used to urge the palm of the heavens at this moment.

Feeling this huge power, the surrounding air also became dense at this moment, but the old naughty boy Zhou Botong's face did not have a trace of horror, but also showed a smile, which was a smile from the heart. Suddenly, a punch was struck, and a fist mark appeared in the air, hitting the white jade-like palm.

Feeling the huge power coming from the palm of his hand, although Zhao Zhijing's face did not change in the slightest, his figure couldn't help but fly upside down and landed on a green green bamboo, the green bamboo with the thickness of the bowl mouth was bent to the ground by Zhao Zhijing at this moment, although there was a creaking sound, but it still did not break.

Guo Jing, who was on the side, felt the energy that permeated the air, and the robe on his body was blown by the energy, and he couldn't stop swinging at this moment. But at this time, his face was full of concentration, and his eyes looked straight at Zhao Zhijing and Zhou Botong. At this time, he is no longer the person who has been in the desert all the year round, does not know any way to fight, and fights again and again on the way south, so that he continues to transform.

At this time, Guo Jing naturally knew how rare the battle between Zhao Zhijing and Zhou Botong was, and at this time, he had such an opportunity, so he naturally wouldn't miss it, and he didn't want to miss any of it. (To be continued.) )