Xiaoyaozhuang.

The scenery is still the same.

In the village, the peach blossoms are fragrant.

Zhao Lang, sitting quietly under the peach blossoms, dressed in white clothes, fluttering like a fairy.

In front of him, there were thirty-six neat swordsmen, each of whom was carrying a cold sword on his back, with six lines and six verticals, just standing, and the momentum had already converged into a sword qi that was terrifying.

These thirty-six swordsmen are exactly the thirty-six Tiangang a year ago.

They have a resolute character, after a year of hard cultivation, plus Zhao Lang's I Ching cleansed the marrow for them, refining pills to assist in cultivation, at this time they have all filled up the twelve canons, and there are even a few disciples who are eager for revenge and squeeze their own limits, and by chance, they have opened up the Yin Seesaw Vein.

Don't underestimate it, you must know that those who can get through the yin stilt vein and become a second-rate master are generally the true disciples of the famous gate sect on the rivers and lakes, and they can only produce a few of them if they have been cultivated since childhood with the power of the sect.

Within a year, Zhao Lang mass-produced several second-rate masters, which was already extremely terrifying, which was cultivated by Zhao Lang as his direct subordinate of the palace in the future, and it can be said that he did not hesitate to spend money.

"Out of the sword," Zhao Lang said calmly, he was dressed in a white robe, as white as snow, and the sword behind his back was still as usual, and the years of the year did not seem to have left a trace on his body.

The only thing that has changed is that Zhao Lang's eyes have become more profound, and they seem to be faintly revealed, and the sharp world that cannot be spied on, obviously, Zhao Lang at this time is much stronger than a year ago.

Zhao Lang gave an order, and the thirty-six swords suddenly came out of their sheaths, and the sword qi merged into one share. Sword Qi Lingyun. Powerful in the world.

"The wind is crossing!" Zhao Lang continued to command. What came out of his mouth was the formation that had been rehearsed a year ago.

However, at this time, the momentum of the Tiangang Sword Formation was completely different from that year, because people were already different.

Stronger.

Thirty third-rate peak masters who were full of twelve serious things gathered all their true qi in the body of the six people in the first row, and the six swordsmen in the first row suddenly surged in their momentum. Among them, Yang Guo is even more respectful, and the true spirit of the first-class master is undoubtedly revealed.

Six fierce sword qi broke out of the sword, converging into a torrent of violent winds, and went straight away, like a hurricane sweeping, and the garden was suddenly full of colorful and gorgeous beauty.

This blow is devastating. There is no one who can beat it.

"Hurricane tornado!" Zhao Lang smiled slightly. Road.

Thirty-six swordsmen suddenly changed formations, twelve swordsmen formed a human wall, six people in a circle, stepping on their shoulders, and the other twenty-four swordsmen, like butterflies wearing flowers, shuttled quickly between this human wall, shooting down sword qi.

Everyone had an incomparably tacit understanding, and none of them accidentally injured their own people, the sword qi was wrapped in the sword circle, and it was pulled by the qi machine, and it was condensed, and it became stronger and stronger, and finally formed an extremely powerful sword qi tornado, which shot straight into the center of the sword array.

At this time, if there was someone in the center of the sword array, even if it was a first-class master, he would be instantly slashed by a thousand swords and killed in an instant.

"Not bad," Zhao Lang nodded with satisfaction, within a year, it was already good to be able to do this.

Behind him, a young woman in a red power suit put on a white coat for him: "Brother Lang, the spring breeze is cold, don't be infected with the wind cold." ”

"Xiaomei, Brother Lang has profound internal skills, and he has a spring breeze, how can he help him!" On the other side, a woman in white covered her mouth and chuckled, "Xiaomei, it's messy if you care." ”

Ye Xiaomei's face flushed, and she hurriedly said: "Wushuang, don't talk nonsense, I don't know who it was last night......

Halfway through speaking, Ye Xiaomei realized that there were still outsiders here.

Looking at the others again, I saw that the thirty-six Tiangang had stopped dancing the sword, his ears were erected high, and Yang Guo's stinky boy's face was even more obviously evil.

"What are you doing!" Zhao Lang's old face turned red, "Who told you to stop? Stinky boy, if you don't work hard in practice, you're really interested in gossiping! I'll punish you for running ten laps around Xiangyang City, and you won't be allowed to go back if you can't finish your run." ”

"Yang Guo, you stinky boy, you run twenty laps for me, and you can't eat if you can't finish running!"

After a miserable scream, Thirty-six Tiangang walked out of Xiaoyaozhuang with uniform steps, leaving only Zhao Lang and his second daughter.

In a year's time, they are in adolescence and a period of rapid development, and Ye Xiaomei and Lu Wushuang have slowly grown from big Lori to pink and tender little girls. And the girl Sichun, Zhao Lang is close to the water, and the matter between the three of them has long been known to everyone.

Everyone in Xiaoyao Village knows that Ye Xiaomei and Lu Wushuang are all focused on Zhao Lang, and in the future, these two will inevitably be one of the hostesses of Xiangwang's Mansion.

However, only Ye Xiaomei, Lu Wushuang and Zhao Lang knew that the three of them had already eaten the forbidden fruit.

After all, they get along day and night, and they are all girls who like themselves, Zhao Lang is not the fake eunuch of Liu Xia Hui, Ye Xiaomei and Lu Wushuang were still pink and tender loli before, Zhao Lang can't do that kind of thing.

When Ye Xiaomei and Lu Wushuang first grew up, they didn't have this problem, the two tender girls were dangling in front of them as a whole, holding themselves and rubbing constantly, who could stand it?

Finally, three months ago, Zhao Lang opened up Ren's vein, Kwai Qian's true anger increased greatly, and for a while, he was moved by Wushan, so he took possession of the two girls and got rid of his status as a virgin in two lives.

After that, Zhao Lang naturally took responsibility, and simply took advantage of the situation to find out the relationship and bring his children into the house, but what is missing now is just a formal wedding.

"Xiaomei, Shuang'er," the thirty-six high-power light bulbs finally kicked open, and Zhao Lang smiled and took the second daughter into his arms, gently stroking their hair.

As a man with peerless martial arts, great power, and beautiful women, these three goals pursued by people in the world are now in Zhao Lang's hands, life is like this, what more can a husband ask for?

Suddenly, Zhao Lang looked at the roof with a smile and a smile, and said angrily: "Come out!"

A man dressed in black with a soft sword around his waist jumped from the roof, and his body exuded a not weak aura fluctuation, which was even stronger than the vast majority of people in the Thirty-six Tiangang, and I am afraid that only Yang Guo, who had already broken through the first-class realm, could really overpower him.

"No. 1 has seen the leader," the man knelt down towards Zhao Lang, looking extremely loyal.

It is worth mentioning that this man's voice is slender, his face is white, and he has no beard, not like a little white face, but like a eunuch from the palace.

Zhao Lang nodded: "Since you can take the time to meet me, presumably the things in the capital have been almost done!"

The man said: "Tell the leader, seventy-two earthly demons, and the task entrusted by the leader has been perfectly completed." Now the court is in the hands of His Majesty, and the court is being cleaned up. ”

"That's very good," Zhao Lang said indifferently, "But, I think, you should understand who your true allegiance is!"

No. 1's figure trembled, the color of confusion in his eyes deepened, he fell to the ground, so reverent that he almost bowed and worshipped: "It was the leader who taught us the sword technique of warding off evil spirits and gave us people new strength. Your Majesty is only our master on the surface, the leader, and the lord to whom we are allegiant. ”

The corners of Zhao Lang's mouth hooked slightly, the Dafa of soul transfer is really a good panacea. (To be continued......)