The 125,000 purple bamboos in the entire dry bamboo forest were sprinkled with ocean and might, all of them were separated from the soil in an instant, and black clouds overwhelmed the city, and they shot towards Chen Qingniu like torrential rain.

Chen Qingniu roared, and the one-handed bamboo sword learned from Wei Danqing's shot to shoot down the golden crow, only to blast out a narrow path in front of him, the sword shot fiercely, breaking four hundred purple bamboos, and then a lame "Wan Jun" with its shape, and then cutting four hundred purple bamboos, there was finally a momentary blank in the road ahead.

As for the dense shooting of Zizhu behind his head, he didn't bother to look at it, and scolded that he had the ability to shoot Chen Ye to death today, otherwise he would chop all of you to burn in the future. With a bang, several purple bamboos hit the wide ancient sword behind Chen Qingniu, the immortal soldiers were unharmed, Chen Qingniu's mouth spurted blood, but he took advantage of the situation to accelerate forward, there was a play, the purple bamboo sword rain above his head and in front of him, Chen Qingniu used all the thunder, Wan Jun and shooting gold crows that he learned to resist with all his might, and he didn't know how many purple bamboos he had cut for a while.

The advantage of Chen Qingniu's long qi in his body finally saved his life temporarily.

After climbing the Lotus Peak, the qi was drawn for a long time, so that Chen Qingniu's qi was a little strange, hidden turbulent, not known for its majesty, but endless, presumably it was all the thing in the body, boiled frogs in warm water, eating slowly, don't dry up and fish, it seems that it also understands.

But the explosion of thunder and the shooting down of the golden crow are only suitable for opening the way, Wan Jun can barely defend against a large range of sword rain, but after all, it is impossible to defend to the point of not leaking, even if he adds the hammer fairy fist in his left hand, Chen Qingniu's road is still bloody, but sadly this blood is still his alone, embarrassed, his arms and legs are red, blood is splashed, and the entire Great Sage's relics are flowing with Chen Qingniu's scarlet blood.

In the end, Chen Qingniu was already numb all over his body, and there was no longer any pain in his bones, only his mind was empty.

This guy is the life of a street rat.

Everywhere you go, you will be beaten to a bloody pulp, but what is half dead is not dead.

Chen Qingniu carried the sword and ran wildly, the bamboo sword had already been destroyed, Chen Qingniu used his arm as a sword, although the sword qi was only half of the bamboo sword, but at least it was feasible, so he gave up the hammer fairy fist, which became a veritable two-handed sword.

Chen Qingniu didn't know how long and how far he had run, he didn't know how many waves of purple bamboo sword rain he had destroyed, how many waves of purple bamboo sword rain he had resisted, and how many times he had silently recited Lao Tzu would always come out if he didn't die.

With his arms to control the sword, he is becoming more and more skilled.

The power of shooting down the golden crow reached one-sixth of Wei Danqing's, but the speed was almost completely comparable.

Wang Dao Sword Wan Jun has mastered half of the essence.

The speed of the explosion reached one-third of the sword embryo Huang Donglai.

For the first time, Chen Qingniu was convinced that even if he didn't rely on the Heavenly Dragon in his body, he could be like Pang Fengxiao, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites in Liangzhou City, and raise a majestic body with a majestic atmosphere.

The body is on the verge of the worst danger of necrosis, but the Lingtai Divine Sense is extremely excited, and he can't wait to run wildly, until he has practiced a sword to slash immortals.

Finally.

The voice of the Great Sage in his slumber is awakened.

Leaving Chen Qingniu's body, he flew into the sky, and then stabbed into one place.

Chen Qingniu kept his feet and rushed over, his stabbing hands around the hilt of the Great Sage's Relic Sound.

The 125,000 purple bamboos in the Kun Bamboo Forest echoed each other from afar, rising out of the ground, but instead of attacking Chen Qingniu, they confronted the more than 100,000 bamboo swords in the Qianzhu Forest.

Chen Qingniu bent over, relying on the support of the great sage's last words to keep his body from falling, the blood was general, even more tragic and miserable than the time in front of the tomb of the champion, he looked up at the two dense purple bamboos that covered the sky and the sun, and roared hoarsely: "Lao Tzu is not dead, he is not dead, he is not dead, he is not ...... death."

Chen Qingniu leaned on the ancient sword, half-standing unconscious, and kept repeating the original words vaguely.

When he woke up, he found that lying on the bed in the small courtyard of the White Lotus Gate, Mrs. Fan was sitting at the head of the bed, her eyes were complicated, Xie Shiji was standing in the middle of the house, her eyes showed the joy of not showing the mountains and waters, and she learned to hide it after opening a little more.

Mrs. Fan stretched out her hand and brought a bowl of lotus seed soup from the table, and said with pity: "You have slept for nine days and nine nights, and if you sleep for two more days, you will not need to fight, and you will be a hundred." ”

Chen Qingniu asked nervously, "Where is the Great Sage's Voice?"

Mrs. Fan smiled with relief: "It's still in the Qinglian Bamboo Sea, and when you need it, it will naturally appear." Come on, open your mouth. ”

Chen Qingniu got up with difficulty and said with a smile: "Madam, let's do it myself." ”

Mrs. Fan didn't insist, handed the bowl to Chen Qingniu, stopped talking, got up and left the yard.

Chen Qingniu chewed slowly and asked, "Shiji, has there been a big movement on Lotus Peak recently?"

Xie Shiji shook his head.

Chen Qingniu laughed at himself: "I still looked at Su Jianzi, horse satin brocade, and Han Guifang died violently together." ”

Xie Shiji smiled slightly and remained silent.

Chen Qingniu's body recovered almost, got out of bed, and went to the sacrifice cliff alone, many female disciples of the White Lotus Sect looked at him with pity in their eyes, Chen Qingniu even owed the desire to call the fairy sister fairy aunt this time.

It's early in the morning.

Sitting on the lotus pier on the cliffside, Chen Qingniu closed his eyes and recuperated.

A rising sun jumps out of the sea of clouds.

Chen Qingniu opened his eyes, startled, leaned back, and almost instinctively blasted out the Hammer Immortal Fist.

Face to face, close at hand, sat an uninvited guest, staring at him with wide eyes.

After Chen Qingniu recognized his face, he was in a good mood, sat upright, and said with a smile: "When did you come, I don't know how to say hello." ”

A little girl carved in pink, with two cute and lawless braids, wearing a red robe that was too loose, sitting in front of Chen Qingniu, holding her cheeks, she pursed her lips and said aggrievedly: "Xiaobai, I miss you, you don't want me." ”

Chen Qingniu pretended to be a gesture and said: "Alas, Xiaohong, I am a one-year-old retreat, a three-year-old enlightened, a six-year-old sword, and a ten-year-old invincible in the world. Only with himself as an enemy, after the age of sixteen again retreat, but found that he was really unparalleled in the world, the height was unbearable, the loneliness of life was like a big avalanche, and I remembered that Xiaohong was waiting for me, so I broke out of the barrier, and the world shook all over the world. ”

The red-robed girl rolled her eyes and said, "Then you won't come to Rouge Mountain to play with me?"

Chen Qingniu said solemnly: "I have a lotus in one step, how dare I move easily." Xiaohong, didn't you find that the first time you met me, I always maintained this posture? This is the loneliness that belongs to the unparalleled master, and the world can't understand it at all. ”

The red-robed girl reached out and twisted Chen Qingniu's cheek, pulled it fiercely, and said, "Brag." ”

Chen Qingniu was still mischievous by her, and continued to say in a deep voice: "I retreated at the age of one and enlightened at the age of three......

Screw, screw, screw.

She screwed into addiction.

Chen Qingniu can only rely on it, how can he have the temperament of a bullshit master.

She suddenly let go of Chen Qingniu's flushed cheeks, and said with a gloomy face: "I heard in Rouge Mountain, you are going to participate in the selection of Lotus Peak Keqing." ”

Chen Qingniu said with a conceited face: "I cultivated to the peak at the age of ten, and if I want to soar, I will soar, just like playing, it is easy to rank in the immortal class, and I will clean up a few ordinary people who unfortunately hit the big iron plate, and I will catch them with my hands without much effort." ”

She rolled her eyes.

Chen Qingniu reminded solemnly: "Xiaohong, I told you a few times, ladies and ladies are not allowed to roll their eyes. Flip it again, you still flip it, you are still addicted to it? ”

Chen Qingniu stretched out his hand and wantonly kneaded the girl's pink face, which felt wonderful.

She wasn't angry, she just said shyly: "Jisui School Palace always shouts that men and women don't kiss, Xiaobai, are we going to make a private decision for life now?

Chen Qingniu's face twitched, stopped moving, withdrew his hand stupidly, and said with a dry smile: "Go to the damn Jisui School Palace, a bunch of sanctimonious rotten Confucians, shaking their heads and making moral articles during the day, and they are not playing with the three-inch golden lotus at night." I was not used to seeing it before, and I will not be used to it in the future, so whatever they say, we have to look at it the other way around. ”

She laughed and said, "Actually, I don't like the Jisui School Palace. Xiaobai, didn't you say that you are invincible in the world, go and step on the Jisui School Palace, right?"

Chen Qingniu shook his head and said: "Absolute masters are generally unwilling to be born, and I have reached a transcendent realm where I would rather be beaten to death than show my ability. ”

She began to twist Chen Qingniu's cheeks again.

Habit has become natural.

She suddenly held Chen Qingniu's face, leaned close to her head, and said affectionately: "Xiaobai, you have become better-looking." ”

Chen Qingniu is good for Mrs. Fan's mouthful, cold but delicate body, or it is the kind of twenty-eight beauties like crisp after Xiao Xue, the one in front of her, a young girl, Chen Qingniu doesn't have the deformity of a prostitute, so he didn't think much about it, and said with a smug smile: "This is the result of the retreat." After a few more retreats, you will not only be invincible in the world, but also handsome. When the time comes, hum, Xiaohong, look at it, countless fairy heroines will fall in love with me at first sight, and guard me like jade, I will not marry in this life. ”

The little girl stretched out her fingers, gently flicked Chen Qingniu's forehead, and snorted, "Blow, keep blowing." ”

Chen Qingniu suddenly remembered to stand outside the Ape Cave, and said apologetically: "Xiaohong, I have some matter, and after Keqing is finalized, I will go to Rouge Mountain to play with you, and by the way, I will give you stewed meat to eat." ”

Chen Qingniu said to go.

The red-robed girl sat on the lotus pier, holding her cheeks with one hand and smiling strangely.

After half a ring, she no longer had a smiling face, and said coldly and bluntly: "Come out, Xiao Ci'er." ”

Yan Ci, the master of the White Lotus Gate, a white-haired Qingqi old woman, stood respectfully in the distance of the cliff, far away from the red-robed girl, bent down deeply, and said in a heavy trembling voice: "White Lotus Yan Ci, welcome and see you." ”

The ten-year-old girl, whose appearance was dead, still tilted her head, looked at the sea of clouds, and said coldly: "Xiao Ci'er, you are good at calculating, and you can also calculate, how long have we not seen each other?"

The white-haired old woman who had been in charge of the White Lotus Sect for half a hundred years said in a trembling voice: "Shi Bozu was fortunate to have seen Shi Bozu's side from a distance before he cultivated the Jiazi Pass, so it was exactly sixty years. ”

The red-robed girl seemed to be reminiscing, and said indifferently after a while: "I remember, the first time I saw you, I was just a child who was bullied by my classmates, and hid in the cliff to cry my nose, I wanted to jump off the cliff, but I didn't dare to jump, so it seems that Xiao Ci'er is still cuter at that time." ”

After Yan Ci, the owner of the door, bowed down and did not dare to raise his head.

After the disappearance of the Lotus Peak Peak Lord, Yan Ci, who was one of the heads of the Nine Veins of the Lotus Peak, on the Lotus Peak, it stands to reason that there is no need to bow to anyone.

As if it was boring, the red-robed girl got up and walked out of the cliff.

Bright red lotus at the foot step by step.

Between the Lotus Peak and the Rouge Mountain, a two-hundred-mile red lotus bridge is formed, and the scenery is magnificent.

The white-haired old woman was still hunched over, and said softly: "Yan Ci respectfully sends the Taishi Ancestor." ”