Chun Yufan's face was not very good-looking, but he still gave a salute, "Since you asked me to come out to talk about cooperation, why do you have to be so heavy-handed?" Zhang Wenchu snorted coldly: "Want to cooperate? The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info Longhushan has already given face, and the little Yilan Sanqing Palace, if you don't kneel to thank you, you just don't know how to lift. "You and I are in the same sect, and the Tao is not far or near, so how can we judge it by its size?" According to your senior brother, the only one who stands in the way of the two doors becoming one is your little white face. There is no discussion today, I have made a special trip to send you to immortality. Before he finished speaking, Zhang Wenchu had already started again, pointing to the sky with one hand and Chun Yufan with the other, and he didn't see the paper talisman or magic weapon being sacrificed, and an arc-shaped electric snake shot out again, which was much thicker than the one just now. Chun Yufan rubbed his right foot and slid half a step to the left, and the electric snake slammed on the bluestone slab behind him, making a popping sound, which sounded like countless hailstones were being dried by the red-hot iron plate at the same time. When the fine arc had completely dissipated, the slate was completely charred.

In the final analysis, it's just coveting the Pure Heart Method on my door. Chun Yufan was calm, lifting the hem of his green shirt and tucking it into his belt, while pulling out the dust on the back of his neck, "Maoshan has been suppressed by Quanzhen recently. As the banner of Zhengyi, Longhu Mountain not only did not stop it, but took advantage of the fire to rob it. The Maoshan disciples on the mainland have been eaten away by wolves, and the rest have fled. If it weren't for Yang Tianshi's foresight back then, he transferred the Shangqing Dadong True Scripture to Treasure Island, I'm afraid it would have fallen into the hands of your Zhang family brothers. When Zhang Wenchu heard the four words of the Dadong True Scripture, his beard trembled, "It's good to admit that it's in your hands." If you give it now, you can take credit. At the next Zhengyi conference, I will nominate you as the head of Maoshan Teaching. As he spoke, his fist was hidden in his sleeve and his mana was ready to strike a fatal blow at any time.

The same is true for Chun Yufan, what he said just now was just to distract the other party. Now the seven steps under his feet have been completed, while the other party is not full of energy, and he has finished adjusting, he flicked the dust in his hand, and the whole person suddenly spun up, and the sleeves of his robe flew, like a wild wave of green butterflies, swept over.

Zhang Wenchu knew about the plan, scolded, and raised his hand to protect the door. At a distance of twenty meters, Chun Yufan came in an instant, and the whole person turned into a green shadow, wrapping the opponent, constantly spinning, and accelerating. The wrapped person gradually became dizzy, floating under his feet, and his footing was unstable. The center of this whirlwind was not calm, the white dust filaments turned into sharp blade flywheels one by one, whipping and slapping Zhang Wenchu's flesh in high-speed rotation, and within a few seconds, each silk was stained with fine blood beads. Du Yuan looked at it from outside the battlefield, this cyan whirlwind, with an extra red ring in the middle, had a cruel beauty.

The thousands of years of Longhu Mountain are not built indiscriminately, and Zhang Wenchu was decisive at a critical juncture. Stretch out your arms upwards and form a sharp triangle, your left and right index fingers are pointing at the sky together, and the other eight fingers are crossed and locked, looking up to the sky and roaring! The sky suddenly came out of nowhere, condensing a dark cloud, which was stirred by the faint thunder in the whistling sound, and finally, a bucket-thick lightning bolt, poured down from top to bottom, smashing the two people in the whirlwind at the same time!

Chun Yufan was bounced back to the door of the main hall, his face was pale, and he couldn't sit up on the ground. Zhang Wenchu was even more miserable, his whole body was ragged and oozing blood, as if he had been scratched by a hundred wild cats. His beard and hair were scorched, and there was curling smoke. As for Du Yuan, he almost peed out when he saw it.

The duel starts in an instant and ends in an instant. Both sides lose, each wants to take the opportunity to kill the other, and neither can get up. Zhang Wenchu broke the embarrassing situation, raised his head on the ground, and said to Du Yuan: "No matter who you are, strangle him to death now and give you a million." After a pause, seeing that Du Yuan hadn't moved, he added: "Dollars!"

Chun Yufan, who was lying on the ground, with his face upward, facing Du Yuanyuan's open eyes, couldn't help laughing, mustered up his strength and made a grimace, "I'll give one hundred and one thousand." ”

In front of Shanhaiguan, Jing Qianchuan laid a net of heaven and earth, but was disrupted by a phone call from Han Wu. If the target is lost, he is an immortal! If his subordinates are too stupid, it is better to say. If it is deliberately dumped, it means that the target has sensed the danger. A remedy must be found. Jing Qianchuan carefully looked at the map, weighed it, and decided to let the original ambush men and horses go all the way to investigate the coastal ports. As for himself, he personally ran the northern line and temporarily handed over the command of the pocket array to the person in charge of the outer hall branch.

It is a supreme honor to have a heavenly master in the Jing family. Jing Qianchuan's thriving growth also borrowed his father's aura. After all, the tiger father has no dogs, and he is blessed with unique learning resources, which makes Jing Qianchuan also scheming and pure. In particular, he is also particularly obsessed with group politics, and it is conceivable that in the near future, the whole Qingcheng will be in the same vein, and the Longmen Dantai cabinet will have a place for him. A family of two generations of heavenly masters, it's exciting to think about. Now, it is the king to first eradicate the rebels, please Ba Lao, and then seize control of the outer hall. He has already drawn a complete career plan along the way. Only his father disagreed, laughing at him for thinking about how to be a local tyrant in advance, but he hadn't bought a lottery ticket yet. And now, here's the opportunity. Wen Congxin is his winning number.

"Contrarian" is the general name of the traditional Taoist sect for the mysterious people of Danlao. Traditional Daomen, after thousands of years of division and integration, some scattered leaves, some whale swallowing, the world can carry the Ding, only the north of the Quanzhen and the south of the Zhengyi two major factions. Among them, the proportion of people who are dedicated to cultivating the truth is very small. In addition to the high merits and deacons of their respective cabinets, this kind of celestial-level figures. The vast majority of others are just fuel rods for their own interest groups, one for the other, as a base for consumption, to maintain the supply of resources on the spire. These people are only supposed to make a living. Individual people also have dreams, as for whether they can climb to the top of the tower, it depends on talent and chance.

And the Dan Lao family, who came from nowhere, behaved strangely, and never reported himself. I've been busy all the time, I don't know what to do, and I don't know why. Even so, it still angered the traditional Taoist sect. After all, in this world, resources are limited, and the unfolding of a new force will inevitably upset the overall delicate balance. Rather than let it grow bigger, it is better to eradicate it as soon as possible. Qingcheng's strategy is to strive to be the true leader in the name of eradicating rebellion, expand the establishment of the outer hall, and secretly weaken the Zhengyi forces. And Maoshan overlapped with Qingcheng because of the business of feng shui, and there was a conflict. So he bore the brunt of the attack, was caught off guard by Qingcheng's suppression, and suffered heavy losses. In order to prove that he was righteous, Qingcheng has never given up the encirclement and suppression of the real "rebels".

Wen Congxin didn't know what the organization he was in was called. Originally, because of the fruit of the Dan Sect, the sage was called Dan Lao, and therefore the outer space was named Dan Garden. All those who were chosen received a copy of the Dao Fa. Some of you claim to be the heirs of Danyuan, and some claim to be the heirs of the Tao. Dan Lao has never started a sect, and in Wen Congxin's eyes, everyone is more like a "special task force". And Pei Hongsleeve, a northeastern mountain aunt from the former Qing Dynasty, believes that everyone is a "lock", and obviously regards himself as the king of the mountain.

Zhang Liao drove the car and walked day and night. Stop occasionally and feed the little mutes and tanks. There was nothing to do all the way, and looking at the road signs, I was already close to Chengde. Wen Congxin instructed: "Don't enter the city, turn south directly, and go in the direction of the imperial capital." So he got off the national highway and turned into a dirt road. This area, known as the "Pearl of Purple Sai", has a unique scenery, and the emperors of the Qing Dynasty often came to hunt and escape the summer. The little mute had just woken up, opened the car window with great interest, leaned on the door to look at the scenery, his hair was messed up by the wind, like a thin stray dog, his eyes were bright and full of curiosity.

On both sides of the dirt road are half-yellow and half-green meadows, and the hills are gently undulating, with cattle and sheep. A large flock of sheep, led by the head sheep, slowly crossed the road and went to graze on the other side. Zhang Liao stopped the car and waited. I didn't see a shepherd, maybe I fell asleep in the sun under a certain tree. What a peaceful idyll.

Suddenly, two black-clothed men stood up in the flock, one of them had a crossbow, and the machine spring sounded at the same time, instantly bursting the two front tires of the "Qingxi Water Board". Zhang Liao yelled badly and stepped on the accelerator, but the car did not go in a straight line, plunged into the earthen ramparts on the side of the road, and could no longer move forward. Wen Congxin knew that he was locked by the ambush soldiers, and it would be in vain to use a "blindfold" again. Leaned over and grabbed it, and pulled the little mute in the front seat to the back seat and pressed it down. Pei Hongsleeves also made a move, this tofu Shih Tzu was very familiar with his car, and he pulled it out of nowhere, and the entire roof popped out like a lid. As soon as he twisted his body, he flew into the air. It was right not to go through the door, because almost at the same time, in the grass on both sides of the road, four more men in black stood up, holding iron rulers high, and rushed straight over, smashing the windows on both sides of the back seat. The red-sleeved man was in the air, and before he could completely fall, he took out the red silk from his bosom and threw out one end of the brass bell, shocking an enemy away. I grabbed an iron ruler through the door from my heart, and when I fought with each other, the iron ruler turned into an iron twist! I knew that this was not an ordinary robber. The one who was unaware of himself when he was ambushed before, and now he can compare his strength with his body, must be a person who is profound. It's just that the other party's style of play is really out of order, like a professional assassin. So he pulled the man's arm into the car window with the help of iron twist, and the other hand fell backwards to the elbow, and with a click, the bone was broken and the tendon broke.

The flock was frightened, and in an instant it was in disarray, and they ran everywhere, and for a moment they surrounded the cart. The red sleeves fell on a ram, a little horn on the tip of the toe, jumped up again, the red silk in his hand was handed out again, this time the opponent was on guard, swept the iron ruler, and the copper bell at the end of the silk struck, "ding" sound, the high frequency was very harsh. Others didn't feel how unbearable, in the ears of this direct opponent, it was like piercing a five-inch steel needle, and he screamed miserably and staggered back. Suddenly, someone shouted: "Be careful of that bell, it's not a weapon, it's a magic weapon!" Red Sleeves followed the voice, and a man stood in the distance, with black hair and a shawl, his face as white as paper, and a relaxed smile on his long face. In his hand, he shook an unseasonal folding fan.