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"Master Hua, do you know him?" Zi Baifeng was a little surprised, listening to Zi Huayin's words, he seemed to be familiar with Pingqi.

"When I was young, I used to communicate with him. Zihua said in a hidden way, "For a while, I haven't seen it for one or two hundred years." ”

"I think back then, I also had a place on the Grandmaster List, but I haven't been out of the mountain for so many years, I'm afraid that my name has long been absent from the Grandmaster List. ”

He stretched out his hand and said, "Bring me the magic weapon house for me to see." ”

Recalling the eventful years of the past, Zihuayin showed a different style, no longer the vigilance and caution of the city lord of Wangdong, nor the caution of the side branch of the Zi family.

got the magic weapon house, Zihua Yin divided the magic weapon house by two, and untied the magic weapon house, stimulated it, Zi Baifeng and Zijian glanced at each other, and said in their hearts, sure enough, Jiang is old and spicy!

It took a lot of effort for them at first.

"If that's all there is to it, there's nothing to be afraid of. Zihua Yin went in and looked at it for a while, and said: "Over the years, I have also pondered a lot of methods, but this place is too barren, there are no materials for me to try, if I have enough materials, this Baishi Mountain can also be put away and made into a portable magic weapon." ”

"Really?" Zi Baifeng was extremely surprised.

"Of course, at the beginning of Nanping and Beihua, can the name of the devil be fake?" Zihuayin patted his chest, "This bet, if my old man joins it, we will win! Hey, after hundreds of years, how refreshing is it to win him again!"

Listening to Zi Huayin's reliance on the old and selling the old, Zi Baifeng felt that Zi Huayin was much more cordial and had a good temper.

He originally planned to go to Ying Long Sect to try his luck, but who would have thought that the unexpected joy would solve all the problems here.

"Let's go, let's go, Master Hua, you go back to Zaitianfu with me. Zi Baifeng grabbed Zi Huayin.

Zihuayin shook his head and said: "I can't go to Zaitin Mansion, I made too many enemies back then, if the news of my appearance comes out, I'm afraid it will cause a lot of trouble." But I have here a book that records some of my experiences over the years, and none of my unsuccessful sons have learned a little bit of a skin, and none of them can inherit my mantle. Zihuayin took out a book from his arms and handed it to Zijian, Zijian took it with both hands, flipped it over, and couldn't take his eyes off.

"It's all trivial things over there in Zaitianfu...... Zihuayin stretched out his hand to summon a strong man, and said: "This is my third son, I asked him to bring dozens of clansmen and hundreds of craftsmen to Zaitenfu together. ”

Zi Chen scratched his head and laughed embarrassedly.

After introducing Zi Chenhuan, Zi Huayin asked Zi Huan again: "I saw Ji Ting over there just now, what's the matter with him?"

"It's the second brother. Zi Chenhuan's eyes showed a hint of worry, "The second brother went out to seek help, and he hasn't come back yet." ”

"The strength of the dust hall is second only to me, and it should not encounter danger. Zihua said in secret, even so, there was still a sad look in his eyes.

If it was Wangdong City in the past, there would definitely not be too much danger nearby, but now there is a lack of spiritual energy, and there is no way to replenish it after consuming spiritual energy, and there are too many masters who go to Yinglong Sect every day to travel to the vicinity.

"I want to ...... Take some of your people out and look for them. Zichen said arrogantly.

Zi Huayin was still groaning, and Zi Baifeng had already said: "Third uncle, leave this matter to me, do you have a portrait of the second uncle?" ”

"This ...... Is it okay?" In fact, Zi Chenhuan seems to be young, and he is also a monk who has practiced for a hundred years, but Zi Baifeng, the third uncle, is called casually.

"What's wrong with that?" Zi Baifeng said with a smile, "As long as the second uncle is still within a thousand miles, I guarantee that I will find it within a day." ”

Zi Chen turned around and ran, and after a while, he came back with a portrait, held Zi Baifeng's hand, and said, "Brother Feng, I ...... it."

He wanted to say something grateful, but he didn't know how to say it.

Zi Baifeng smiled, unfolded the portrait and took a look, the portrait was extremely workmanlike, it looked like a photo of his previous life, a middle-aged man who was a little similar to Zi Huayin, but much younger, and had a thin body, jumped on the paper, Zi Baifeng raised his hand, the portrait flew out, and after a while, ten thousand golden lights shot out on the bluestone and flew away.

......

Zichentang leaned against a boulder, hid in the shadow of the boulder, picked up the water bag on his waist, shook it, and put it back on his waist.

Water was not necessary for the monk, but in such a place where the aura was scarce, the aura was used to sustain the body so quickly that he had to prolong the time by replenishing water and food.

And the big battle just now made him feel the hunger and thirst he hadn't felt for a long time.

He had been stabbed with a sword in the left chest, blood staining half of his shirt red, and the wound was scorchingly painful, but that wasn't the point, the point was the small bag of jade in his arms, which should keep the vault running for a few more days.

If it was in the past, he would never choose to deal with the deacon of the Dragon Sect, if it attracted the revenge of the Ying Dragon Sect, Wangdong City would be completely ruined, but now he has no choice.

Not to mention, before dawn, he had witnessed a huge fireball descending from the sky, looking at that direction, it was the direction of Wangdong City, and now Wangdong City didn't know what kind of dire situation the road was in.

Zichen Tang is the strongest in Wangdong City except for Zi Huayin, so the direction he is searching for is also the direction of the most dangerous and lacking aura in the West - Ying Long Sect.

The closer he got to Yinglongzong, the more lacking the aura became, and he almost didn't get anything along the way, and he didn't even see a living person, just when he was desperate, he saw the huge fireball, so he immediately made a decision and rushed back immediately, but he didn't expect that on the way back, he saw the deacon of Yinglongzong flying with the sword.

Being able to fly with a sword, its own strength should not be underestimated, Zichentang secretly sneaked up on it, but he was still injured in the chest by the deacon's desperate counterattack.

After bandaging it slightly, Zichentang gasped, struggled for a while, and was about to stand up.

Suddenly, a powerful and incomparably powerful force pressed down from the sky, and the amazing murderous aura of private property attacked from the sky, Zichentang subconsciously rolled over, dodging the murderous aura, and the bloodstained place on his body was stained with sand and dust, and became extremely embarrassed, but the imaginable attack did not come.

Zichentang looked up, in the sky, a man in a white robe, his skin was as white as snow, but his eyes showed a faint golden glow from the sky, he was surrounded by an invisible sword qi, and when he looked at it, Zichentang felt an amazing killing intent rushing towards him, and what made him difficult to resist just now turned out to be just a sight.

Zichentang is rolling again, and there is still no dust on the ground, but Zichentang's back is already wet.

It was a sight, and it was also a sword, if he hadn't dodged, I was afraid that he would have been nailed to the ground by the sword now, and there would be no place to die.

Strong!

It's so strong!

The golden eyes, like a non-human terrifying coercion, just with their eyes, they forced Zichentang to look like a monkey, scurrying on the ground, and didn't even dare to stop.

"Thousand ...... Elder Thousand Swords?" Seeing the white robe and golden eyes, as well as the symbol of the Ying Dragon Sect on his chest, Zichen Tang subconsciously blurted out.

"My name, how can you call it an ant?" Elder Thousand Swords said coldly, "The person who killed my deacon of the Ying Dragon Sect is you?"

Worst!

Zichentang was secretly shocked in his heart, I'm afraid there is no way to be good now.

Even if he wanted to deny it, it was impossible for him to deceive a master like Elder Thousand Swords.

I had long heard that Elder Thousand Swords could be called the strongest attack among the elders, but I had never heard that he was so strong that Zichen Tang was even confident that he could escape from the hands of Elder Thousand Swords.

But now, he didn't even have the qualifications to let Elder Thousand Swords do it?

"Look at the sword!" "If you can't escape, then you have to fight hard!" Zichen Tang shouted angrily, and the long sword in his hand turned into a sword ray, shooting straight at the Thousand Sword Elders.

"A sword is a good sword, but it's a pity that people are too weak. Elder Thousand Swords stretched out a finger, pinched the flying sword that shot in, and shook his head gently, as soon as he raised his hand, the flying sword was entangled by countless sword qi and began to refine, and at the same time, a sword qi broke away from Elder Thousand Swords' side, behind the **** Zichen Hall.

The flying sword was snatched, Zichentang's chest was hit hard, and he stumbled under his feet, but that sword qi could no longer be dodged, so he could only close his eyes and die.

"Ding!" With a melodious sound, Zichentang found that he was not dead, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that at some point, a golden-clothed man was standing behind him.

There was also an astonishing sword aura around him, and he was going toe-to-toe with the Thousand Sword Elders.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Elder Thousand Swords frowned slightly, the person in front of him gave him a nasty sense of familiarity, and as soon as he asked a word, he suddenly realized what kind of person it was.

Golden Sword Demon!

The Golden Sword Demon ignored him, just turned his head sideways, glanced at Zichen Tang, and said, "Zichen Tang?"

Those golden eyes, emotionless.

"It's me...... Are you ......" Zichentang struggled to his feet.

"Run!" said the Golden Sword Demon.

"What?" Zichentang was stunned.

"I can only block him with three swords, if he uses sword qi to refine me, it only takes ten breaths of time, and I will be controlled by him. The Golden Sword Demon said, "I can only buy you twelve breaths of time, and you need to escape twenty breaths before someone else can save you." ”

A calm tone, as if talking about someone else's business.

As soon as he raised his hand, he blocked a sword aura of the thousand swords, and said, "Escape, I can still block eleven breaths." ”

"I ......" Zichentang gritted his teeth, "How can I ......"

"Run. The Golden Sword Demon flipped his hand, and one hand turned into a golden sword, pointing at Zichen Tang's throat.

"Golden Sword Demon!" Elder Thousand Swords' golden eyes suddenly covered with a layer of red, "Zi Baifeng...... He's actually here? Haha

"Boom!" his chest, Kenshin throbbed violently, as if in response to his killing intent.