Looking carefully, the person in the purple brocade robe, with an old face and a solemn expression, heard what Mo Tianxiang said, and couldn't help but snort: "Who is an old friend with you, but you haven't seen you for four hundred years, so you plan to come to my Dragon Kiln City to fight?"

The old man in the purple brocade robe is the lord of Dragon Kiln City, Liu Yunlong!

Mo Tianxiang said with a smile: "At the Kyushu Conference four hundred years ago, you, an old boy, lost to me, so I should talk about it." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Xu Yanqiu on the side couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the two talking, Master Xin Dao asked him to intercept Mo Tianxiang outside the city, but now why did he go out of the city to see this Mo Tianxiang by himself?

Could it really be a reunion of old friends?

It's just that these people seem to be old friends reunited, and the words of greeting each other fell on Liu Yunlong's ears, but they were a little harsh, and he snorted coldly: "The old things of four hundred years ago can also be pulled out, you Mo Tianxiang is really idle and boring, come to my Dragon Kiln City to have fun? If there is nothing to do, go back to your Shuyun, so as not to be upset when you see it." ”

Mo Tianxiang said noncommittally: "Since the old man has come to Dragon Kiln City, there is naturally something wrong. ”

"What?"

When Liu Yunlong, who was dressed in purple brocade robes, heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and asked. Liu Yunlong's face was calm, but he was puzzled in his heart, and he said in his heart that he had nothing to do with this fang, if it weren't for the Kyushu Conference that year, he fought with Mo Tianxiang and lost a move and a half, I'm afraid that he would just be a stranger to this person, and naturally he would not be called an old friend.

Mo Tianxiang smiled freely: "The ancients often said, come and don't be rude, three hundred years ago, Shu Yun Zhao headed the sword north, Kyushu Immortal League gave Shu Yun a big gift, the old man came to Beixuan on this trip to return the gift, this gift was returned to Kyushu Immortal League, Yunlong's old friend, dare to take it?"

Hearing Mo Tianxiang's words, among the three thousand iron horsemen behind the old man in brocade, there was a burst of discussion, Xu Yanqiu's face was solemn, and he immediately carried a spear in his hand, and wanted to step forward, but was stopped by the old man in brocade raising his hand.

"Master?!"

Xu Yanqiu's face was suspicious, and he couldn't help but clench the spear in his hand, and when he looked at Mo Tianxiang again, he felt as if there was a bone-chilling chill all over his body, and a pressure that made him panic was pressing him out of breath.

"Lead your troops and stand back. ”

Liu Yunlong's face was calm, he raised his hand, and said in a flat tone.

Xu Yanqiu was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then gritted his teeth, and with a wave of his palm, the huge black tiger emitted a burst of brilliance, which changed to the size of his palm in a blink of an eye, and was held in his hand by Xu Yanqiu.

He looked back at the three thousand iron horsemen behind him, with a resolute expression, raised the red-tasseled spear in his hand, and ordered: "The whole army retreats three hundred miles." ”

The three thousand iron horsemen suddenly made a promise, all of them turned the horse's head, with the yellow sand in the sky, and retreated after the dust, the dragon kiln iron horse horsepower was good, and in a moment, it was retreated for several miles, and gradually disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Mo Tianxiang couldn't help but smile with appreciation: "I didn't expect you, an old boy, to be able to train such a brave iron horse, it's not easy." ”

When Liu Yunlong heard this, he snorted coldly and said, "Could it be that you traveled thousands of miles to Beixuan just to say these useless words?"

Mo Tianxiang smiled, shook his head, and raised his hand, a white light flashed from the sky, piercing the wind and breaking through the clouds, at first glance, it was a three-foot long blade, coming from the sky. Then Mo Tianxiang stretched out his hand and made a move, and the long blade was as if it was spiritually extraordinary, spinning in the air, and finally landed firmly in Mo Tianxiang's hand.

The sword is a simple long sword, but it is extremely sharp and unmatched.

Mo Tianxiang held the sword, and when he looked at the purple-robed old man Liu Yunlong again, his face no longer had the previous approachable attitude, but instead showed a solemn color that was extremely incommensurate with him, and a trace of sharp charm flashed between his eyes, like the sword in his hand, revealing Ning Die's unyielding perseverance.

"Shuyun Mo Tianxiang, please fight Yujing Xianmen, do you dare to fight?"

Mo Tianxiang admittedly shouted, this situation, this scene, this words, just like the Kyushu Conference four hundred years ago.

When Liu Yunlong heard this, he no longer had the slightest look of disdain on his face, he gave a calm look, took a deep breath, and stepped on the yellow sand, and the knife came out of the sheath, and he was full of brilliance, "The unfinished battle four hundred years ago will be understood today." ”

Outside the Dragon Kiln City, the two looked at each other, and the head of the Dragon Kiln City was already full of people, and they were all watching this battle of immortals.

"Three hundred miles away from the Dragon Kiln, an oasis is fighting!"

Immortals fought and destroyed mountains and mountains, how could they be worldly mortals who could easily see it?

Liu Yunlong stepped on a step, and brought a burst of wild sand to leap up more than ten zhang, and the sound of heavy shouts resounded through the heavens and the earth, and then turned into a purple shadow, like a comet, towards the west of Dragon Kiln City, and roared away.

Mo Tianxiang threw out a sword, turned over and jumped onto the ancient sword, the tip of the sword pointed to the west of Dragon Kiln City, and the sword went west.

Shu Dao Sword Immortal came from Dongxuan, and there was a battle of Ruin Dan outside the Dragon Kiln City.

After 400 years, the old people met with a sword and a grudge!

At the same time, thousands of miles away in the Dongxuan Ming Kingdom, on a teahouse, an old and a young are all looking north.

The old man has a sixtieth birthday, full of frost and silver hair, but he puts on a disrespectful posture for the old. He sat by the window and smiled interestingly: "Beixuan has been silent for three hundred years, but it's time to be lively!"

The youngest is a child of only six or seven years old, dressed in a scholar's costume, with a smart face, and a calm face that does not belong to such an age.

The little scholar listened to the words of the old man, sighed and shook his head: "Although Immortal Master Mo has a lot of disagreement with you, he is also your fellow senior brother, and the master's words are a little disheartening......

When Chen Danping heard this, he immediately lowered his face, slapped the little scholar on the head angrily, and scolded him thoughtfully: "You kid knows how to do it, the old man is praising Senior Brother Mo when he says this!"

The little scholar was in pain, shrunk his head, and looked aggrieved: "Master's words, it doesn't look like he is praising Immortal Master Mo......"

Chen Danping smiled noncommittally: "Three hundred years ago, Senior Uncle Zhao killed half of the rivers and lakes in Beixuan, just to seek a way to bring the dead back to life, it was for love, and now Senior Brother Mo is leaving Shu and going north, also for that friendship." ”

The little scholar couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "There are thousands of words in the world, and the most difficult love words are to understand." The master is back to the Ming Kingdom this time, but do you want to repay the friendship of the prince surnamed Chu?"

Chen Danping looked out the window, and said lightly: "Twenty years ago, the guy who entered Shu alone, but he owed him a great favor. When this matter is over, I will go to Kunlun in the South China Sea to take a trip and cut off the last worldly fate. ”

When Chen Danping said Kunlun in the South China Sea, the little scholar's complexion changed sharply, his expression couldn't help but be a little solemn, he frowned delicately, pursed his lips, and asked, "Does the master really want to go to Kunlun Immortal Mountain?"

There are many immortal sects in Kyushu, Kunlun Immortal Mountain is famous in Kyushu, and the monks in the world don't know the Kunlun Immortal Mountain in the first holy place of cultivating immortals, and who doesn't know that in the Kunlun Immortal Mountain, the Antarctic Immortal Weng who is the leader of the Immortal Dao?

Chen Danping said with a smile: "The way I am cultivating is not an ordinary immortal way, but a supreme heavenly way, if you really want to be among the heavenly paths, the immortal path bearer is a threshold that has to be jumped." ”

Those who cultivate the way of heaven soar with one thought, but since ancient times, there are only a few people who can walk this narrow way.

Chen Danping glanced at the crowded scene outside the restaurant, couldn't help but smile, and turned his eyes to the direction of the city gate that was the capital of the Ming Kingdom, and said: "The people who should come are coming soon, so let's end this incense that should have gone a long time ago." ”

After finishing speaking, the old man and the young man got up and walked out of the restaurant, Chen Danping glanced at the west for the last time, and smiled with relief.

It's time for this world to be stormy!

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To the west of the Ming Kingdom, Shu Road.

At the bottom of the Longchi Mountains, in the magma lakes that stretch for more than 1,000 zhang, lava churns.

Looking intently, in the center of this magma lake, on a huge rock that is a hundred feet long, Zhao Yizheng, dressed in ragged clothes, is sitting with his legs crossed, his eyes are lowered, his eyes are slightly closed, and his hands are placed three inches in front of his lower abdomen, and his hands quietly move, forming a strange seal.

Wisps of majestic and incomparable aura are haunting Zhao Yi's body, rising and falling, and the cycle is endless. The aura is red, and at the same time as this aura rises, Zhao Yi's long beard under his chin and the silver hair on his head are all floating up and down with this rising and falling breath, quite immortal.

After a long time, the erratic aura around Zhao Yi suddenly paused, and then poured into Zhao Yi's body like a tide and dissipated. After incorporating the last wisp of spiritual energy floating outside the body into the spiritual sea, Zhao Yi slowly opened his eyes, and it could be seen that in the eyes that should have been withered and old, the glow was brilliant and extraordinary.

Zhao Yi's face was calm, just raised his hand, and a fierce wind took him as the center, sweeping towards the four fields, and the magma lake that was thousands of miles long, as if driven by a majestic force, immediately rolled up a stormy wave.

The blazing magma was thrown up by the invisible force, like a waterfall, and went straight up thirty zhang against the current, and then I saw Zhao Yi raise his hand, and suddenly clenched into a fist, and the rising momentum of the magma waterfall that flowed straight up came to an abrupt end, turning into countless trickles, and re-flowing into the magma lake.

Chu Tianqing leaned against the entrance of the cave, and Zhao Yi raised his hand to let the picture of the lava flowing backwards come into his eyes, which made his face shocked, and he asked in a loud voice: "Since the predecessor can use such a thorough method, his cultivation has already returned to his peak state?"

Zhao Yi shook his hand, feeling the surging aura surging all over his body, nodded with satisfaction, and heard Chu Tianqing's words, but shook his head with a smile: "The old man's current cultivation is probably in the eighth-grade Heavenly Pill realm, which can be regarded as eight or nine times out of ten, but it is still a little worse than the peak state." ”

Chu Tianqing sighed and said, "If the previous seven Longling Immortal Grasses had not been wasted, the predecessors might have been able to return to their full state, right?"

Zhao Yi shook his head and said: "The reason why the old man cultivated to the realm of Ruin Dan and could not recover for three hundred years is because he was hit hard by the villain back then, and the dark disease in the body is difficult to heal itself. ”

Although the Longling Immortal Grass is a heaven-level elixir, after all, the medicinal power is limited, and it can help Zhao Yi restore his cultivation to the eighth grade of Tiandan, which is already the ultimate, and if he wants to enter the seventh grade again, even if it is the medicinal power of ten Longling Immortal Grass, it is not easy.

Chu Tianqing didn't say anything more, avoided this topic, and then asked, "Since the predecessors have cultivated to return to the Heavenly Pill realm, what are your plans next?"

Zhao Yi's expression was slightly cold: "Since the old man has returned to the Tiandan realm, the old accounts of grievances and grievances after three hundred years should be calculated clearly." ”