Ren Piaoping's frowning eyebrows squeezed out a faint word 'Chuan', a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and the shallow dimples seemed to hold the last glass of wine in her life, wine, bitter wine! The end of the bitter wine was already ruthless, wine, ruthless, Ren Wandering thought for a wisp and probed into Yan Yuntian. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yan Yuntian's cold sword suddenly froze, and he hurriedly retreated, but when he saw a drop of blood on the tip of the sword, bright red, swinging in the air, Yan Yuntian's face was full of surprise, and he said urgently: "Grandpa, grandpa!"

Ren Piaoping sneered, and struck out a blood-red lotus flower with one palm, Yan Yuntian immediately screamed, and his body quickly crashed into the stone bed behind him. The stone bed was originally made of cyan granite, but it was smashed into seven or eight pieces by Yan Yuntian, and Zhao Shiqing's body on the stone bed also rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

At this time, Zhao Hongyun looked at Ren Piaoping's back with a surprised face, and immediately shouted: "Yan Yuntian!

Ren Piaoping's indifferent eyes said secretly: Could it be that my 'Spring Dream Without a Trace' magic skill has been inadvertently practiced?!

It turned out that Ren Wandering saw Yan Yuntian's sword stabbing him, and his heart was extremely sad and helpless, and he was suddenly ruthless, ruthless at the moment when Yan Yuntian's Seven Killing Sword stabbed him, and ruthlessness to the extreme was the primary condition for the success of 'Spring Dream Without a Trace'. At that moment, Ren Wandering Divine Thought probed Yan Yuntian's thoughts, and martial arts had already entered the three-layer realm of the four realms of 'form, qi, mind, and spirit' of the idea of war in Yan Zhao's mouth, and the realm of 'meaning' refers to controlling the thoughts of others with one's own thoughts to achieve the effect of killing and killing.

Therefore, what Ren Wandering felt in that deliberate thought was a scene in Yan Yuntian's thoughts, in that scene: the exploding Egret Continent, Yan Zhao's dying smile, Yan Batian's hideous face, Li Benlei's fierce eye, the majestic Xia Wound Palace, the emperor's throne in the Chongxiao Palace, and a pavilion, the 'Vermilion Bird Pavilion' that Ren Wandering had not set foot in the desert...... At this moment, Ren Wandering forcibly drove his thoughts, which actually made Yan Yuntian only feel that Ren Wandering in front of him had turned into Yan Zhao, and then he palmed the bloody red lotus and hit Yan Yuntian.

Yan Yuntian, who was sitting a foot away, was already awake at this time, looking at the scene in front of him in astonishment, and then looked at the blood marks on the tip of the Seven Killing Sword, and then raised his eyes, Ren Piaoping, who was dressed in white, was smiling coldly at the moment, looking at himself ruthlessly, and suddenly shouted in a mad voice: "No, no?!......, no! How is this possible?"

Zhao Hongyun's ears were still ringing Yan Yuntian's crazy voice, and Ren Piaoping's cold voice had already penetrated into his heart, and said, "Where is Ping'er?"

Zhao Hongyun's feet couldn't help but take a step back, and instead of answering, he asked, "You...... You...... What kind of martial arts are you capable of?"

Ren Wandering said: "You already knew?!"

Zhao Hongyun was puzzled, and said in a gloomy voice: "What do you know? In the previous battle of Yajing Pavilion, you were shot in the calf but you were unharmed, and Yan Yuntian was inexplicably repelled by your palm, although I don't know what kind of martial arts you practice, but I know that dead people can't practice any martial arts!"

Ren Piaoping felt a little dizzy, and said, "I mean Ping'er's business......" The face was already hit by a strong and fierce fist wind, and it turned out that Zhao Hongyun was bullying himself while speaking, and his fists hit straight out. Ren Piaoping knew at this time that Zhao Hongyun's internal strength was already stronger than herself, so she didn't dare to take it hard at the moment, and her footsteps were light and changeable, avoiding Zhao Hongyun's fist style.

Zhao Hongyun did not pursue, his arms drooped and exerted force at the same time, in a moment, Zhao Hongyun's palms of golden light appeared, and gradually Zhao Hongyun flew sand and stones within three feet around him, and the entire martial arts mausoleum was like thunder, and the stone bed was split into broken stones of different sizes and flew towards Zhao Hongyun's palms, only to hear Zhao Hongyun laugh and say: "Brother Ren, and look at my recent new learning of the Wuxiang Dharma Divine Palm Two Style 'Thunder Wanjun!'" The arms were crossed left and right, and the left and right palms pushed out nine palms at the same time, and the thousands of stones seemed to be arrows from the string and shot straight towards Ren Wanderer.

Ren Piaoping's pupils are contracting, because it is not difficult for a person to hurt people with stones, but if a person can turn thousands of stones into thousands of arrows, there are only a few in the entire rivers and lakes, Ren Piaoping is really not sure to catch Zhao Hongyun's style of 'Thunder Wanjun', so Ren Piaoping retreated, retreated, and retreated to three zhang, but it was empty under his feet, and the whole body fell sharply downward, and his heart was shocked, and his left foot was hurriedly stepped on the right foot surface, so that it was the 'Yuyun Ladder'.

Unexpectedly, the figure was square, and above his head was a powerful palm force, and Zhao Hongyun's proud voice in his ears remembered: "Go down!" Ren Wandering fell down helplessly, but he found that he did not fall heavily on the ground, on the contrary, his body was extremely soft, and he found that he was lying on a net, and the net was shrinking sharply.

Ren Wandering smiled bitterly, because it was really not fun to be tied into zongzi, and now there were people laughing below. Ren Wandering, who couldn't move a bit, looked around, Zhao Hongyun on the top of his head disappeared at some point, and below was a four-zhang square stone room with a bronze tripod in the center, which was bigger than what he had seen before, and there was a white mist in the copper tripod, and next to the copper tripod were sitting on the ground two old men, one was bald and had no beard, the other was covered with ink, but the beard under the chin was extremely silver, and there was a game of chess between the two.

It was the bald and beardless old man who was laughing loudly, but when he saw that the middle finger and index finger of his right hand picked up a black seed in a round purple gauze chess box and intercepted a big dragon on the white side, he sneered at the same time and said: "Xiaoyan, don't think that if you are good at light work, you will run fast, the old man will only have one breath left if he falls on your big dragon!" Another old man hurriedly said: "It's up to you!" But he watched the chess road with a very solemn face.

Ren Wandering raised her eyebrows, knowing that the bald old man must be pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, but she was not angry, and said with a smile: "The best may not be smart, if you can eat this big dragon, hum ......."

The bald old man was furious, raised his head and said, "You kid dare to say that the old man is bald, believe it or not, the old man made you cry for ninety-nine eighty-one days until he died!"

Seeing this, the other old man hurriedly stopped: "Don't worry, don't worry! If you want this kid to die, it's not easy!" Fu said to Ren Piaoping: "Boy, do you have a way to make the old dragon immortal?"

At this moment, Ren Wandering already knew that the bald old man must be the supreme son of the 'ruthless tears on the ruthless mountain', and responded: "Of course!"

The old man with black skin immediately said: "Okay, good, but if you can't revive the old dragon, the old man will let you cry every night!"

Ren Wandering said secretly: It seems that this person is afraid that there is no way. Immediately said: "This is natural, but if the junior saves your big dragon, will you put the junior down?!"