Sword of Coming

Zheng Dafeng raised his head and glanced at the sea of ​​clouds above Old Dragon City, and suddenly said: "Why aren't you wearing a skirt?"

The Yin God from the small temple slowly emerged in the courtyard, dumbfounded.

Zheng Dafeng looked away and asked with a smile: "Old Zhao, is it that you can't tell me anything I ask?"

Yin Shen shook his head and said: "I don't know any more about Fan Junmao than you do. However, in the small temple, I heard a fallen foreign swordsman tell a rumor that may not be true."

Zheng Dafeng became interested and said, "Let's talk about it. Anyway, we two brothers have been doing nothing all day long..."

Yin Shen sneered: "It's you who have nothing to do. I'm very busy. The work of threading needles and threads is no better than fighting and killing. That's not right. You are actually very busy every day. You are busy talking about dirty things with a bunch of women in the market. A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands. , you should actually go to Guanhu Academy."

Zheng Dafeng smiled and said: "Old Zhao, you must say less hurtful words. It's such a fate for us to be able to work together."

Yin Shen replied, "It's just a bad fate."

Zheng Dafeng shook his head and pointed at the sea of ​​clouds, "She and I have a bad fate, but we brothers have a good fate."

Previously, when Fan Junmao entered Chenchen Pharmacy, the Yin Shen automatically dispersed. This was both etiquette and rule. So I didn't hear the conversation between the two, but it was obvious that they parted on bad terms. Moreover, the eldest daughter of the Fan family has made rapid progress. From the cave where Fan and Zheng met for the first time, to the round trip to Dali, she returned to Old Dragon City, and when she stood at the door of the alley medicine shop, she was already golden. Alchemy realm, the speed at which this realm is rising can no longer be explained by some unparalleled monastic genius. It is too shocking. The Yin God named Zhao could not help but think of a certain girl who grew up in Lizhu Cave, practicing on the mountain, and all the provoking people The talents you admire and marvel at may not be able to compete with the fluttering four words "Born to Know".

Shocked?

The Yin God sighed slightly in his heart.

Fortunately, there are only a handful of people like this in all nine continents.

Zheng Dafeng reminded: "Hey, Lao Zhao, wake up, don't be in a daze, continue talking about the foreign swordsman who died miserably in Lizhu Cave, and what did the Fu family say about this semi-immortal weapon, Yun Hai." Inside story?"

Yin Shen said: "I don't want to talk anymore, I still have things to be busy with."

Just disappear.

Zheng Dafeng looked blank, and then said angrily: "Your uncle!"

It's in vain that I think so highly of Zhao Yao, who has the same surname as you.

The bamboo curtain was lifted, revealing the face of a young and beautiful girl. It was the little girl who liked to sit next to Zheng Dafeng and eat melon seeds. She smiled and said: "Shopkeeper, do you want to recognize me as your elder?"

Zheng Dafeng put away his old cigarette stick, stood up and rubbed his hands, then ran towards the girl, "You are an elder, you look more mature."

The girl blinked, "We are relatives and we are still separated, so what should we do to avoid separation?"

Zheng Dafeng tried to put his arm around the girl's shoulders. The girl bent down, took two steps back, and smiled expectantly, "What, you want to marry me?"

Zheng Dafeng retracted his hand angrily, "Be brothers and sisters, be brothers and sisters. Husband and wife should respect each other as guests, and they should be separated."

The man went to lie down on the counter and looked at the graceful people in the shop. "The garden is full of spring scenery, so it can be closed."

The man suddenly laughed and said: "It is better to teach your son a skill than to give him a thousand pieces of gold. It is better to teach your son a skill than to give him a good reputation. Sisters and sisters, have you heard this old saying?"

Only the girl who had the book stolen by Zheng Dafeng could recognize the characters and read the book, but she didn't like to talk to Zheng Dafeng. The book was then shamelessly borrowed by the shopkeeper. After borrowing it, he actually had no intention of returning it. A drugstore shopkeeper was not ashamed to defraud the shop clerk of dozens of pennies. Later, the man simply said that he had lost it, and he was so angry. She picked up the broom and beat her up, and the man had no choice but to tell him that the money for the book would be included in next month's salary, and it would be calculated as one hundred cents. The girl gave up now. She had read the book anyway and kept it at home. If her parents, who had been partial to her younger brother since childhood, found out, they might even scold her for being a prodigal.

Seeing no one responded, the man had no choice but to use his trump card, "Do you want to know the name of that boy from the Fan family who often comes to our drug store?"

All the women looked at the man.

Zheng Dafeng gloated: "My name is Fan Er, the second of one, two, three. This is a good name. Doesn't it match the boy's appearance?"

No one wanted to believe it, they just thought it was the shopkeeper who was deliberately playing tricks on them.

Zheng Dafeng stopped talking about Fan Er and said to himself: "Young boy Fan is learning martial arts, and he will inherit the family business as a concubine in the future. As for his sister, this little girl has a good name, with deep roots and luxuriant branches. .The Fan family...is a bit particular."

Zheng Dafeng put his cheek against the table and looked at the alley outside the drug store. The storm was coming.

The legitimate daughter of the Jiang family in Yunlin married into the Fu family of Lao Longcheng.

The size of the dowry will definitely exceed imagination.

I just don’t know what name the Fu family will use to start this bloody storm. In the end, one family will dominate Old Dragon City, or it may be two families.

Zheng Dafeng smiled, these evil spirits are none of my business.

He glanced at a woman and thought, why don't he spend some money with his own money to buy some expensive and close-fitting dresses? Give it to them to wear? In the summer, if you sweat a little or something, your curves will become more and more exposed, and you will be more exquisite. Zheng Dafeng laughed and wiped his saliva.

These are the magical days.

What about the Tianmen Divine General who was nailed to a pillar with a sword, what about the glistening frost and snow armor, what about Fan Junmao who saw through the secrets... It's not too late to talk about it when the matter comes.

A ray of sword energy that contains the true meaning of swordsmanship from a Jindan realm swordsman can attack the soul of a Fourth Realm martial artist with lightning speed without any warning from the opponent.

Even though Ma Zhi knew that Chen Ping'an had an excellent foundation in the three realms, he still found it incredible.

There should be at least a staggering movement, right?

Chen Pingan mistakenly thought that this nearly 300-year-old immortal was too merciful in this "sneak attack", so he smiled and said: "Mr. Ma, it's okay. I have suffered a lot in tempering my soul in the three realms before." , I can still withstand the pain, as long as the sword energy will not damage the foundation of martial arts, Mr. Ma will just take action."

"Be careful." Ma Zhi nodded, thought for a moment, stretched out a hand, and twisted out three strands of sword energy from the cool shade of the natal flying sword with two fingers, and rolled them into three small balls the size of pearls, glowing with a cold green light. , as expected, it was like picking the cool shade of a tree. The old swordsman bent his fingers and flicked it three times quickly. The three cool-shade sword energy beads condensed by the sword energy made a subtle tinkling sound when they swept into Chen Pingan's body. The voices were aimed at the three souls of Feiguang, Shuangling and Youjing respectively.

Chen Ping'an was well prepared this time. He set up a sword furnace and stood there. Outside the door of his heart, it was like a visitor knocking on the door three times. He pierced the door of his heart with a sharp weapon. It was cold and bone-piercing, nailing into the soul, making people involuntarily think. To shudder, Chen Ping'an's face remained unchanged and he had his own way of dealing with it. The martial artist's pure zhenqi, which was as strong as a fire dragon, wandered rapidly from elsewhere and instantly smoothed out three potholes where the cold sword intent was condensed.

Chen Ping'an said: "Mr. Ma, come again."

The old sword cultivator looked calm and muttered in his heart. Without saying a word, he put his fingers together and lightly touched the natal flying sword. This time it was no longer the divine handiwork of the sword energy condensation beads, but directly from the cool shade. A whole strip of sword energy was peeled off, and it did not rush towards Chen Ping'an. Instead, it drifted slightly, and the chill overflowed, making the already cool Guimai courtyard suddenly turn from midsummer to spring cold season.

The sword energy was gathering momentum between the two of them.

Ma Zhi said slowly: "The embryonic light is conceived by a person's natal soul. The natal flying swords of sword cultivators in the world usually use this place as an innate sword furnace. After the sword is completed, it will be used as a scabbard and a sword keeper." The place. The three souls are erratic in the human body. Snakes have snake paths and rats have rat paths. The three souls are no exception. Each has a general soul path. Previously, I used sword energy beads to knock on your heart, but it was just three small souls. The appetizers are now the main meal, so the force will be slightly increased, and the sword intent contained in them will be much heavier, Chen Ping'an, take it!"

Chen Pingan nodded subconsciously.

The moment Chen Pingan made this subtle movement, the old man twitched the corner of his mouth, and the sword energy turned into nothing. It was already powerful and rushed into Chen Pingan's body. He smiled and said: "In the future, when you confront a sword cultivator, it will be a life and death battle. Don't let it happen." So dual-purpose..."

Pure martial artists are the most extreme people in the world. They have practiced three times for a total of nine levels, refining the body, refining the energy, and refining the spirit. They progress from the outside to the inside, layer by layer, and can continuously feed back the physical body, so the body is strong. Naturally, he is more outstanding than Qi Practitioner. In the final analysis, in the eyes of the monks on the mountain, what they pursue is not the great road, but themselves. In fact, the life span of a martial artist is short, at three hundred years old, he can be said to have reached the pinnacle, far less than a Qi practitioner.

Compared with the internal and external training of a qi practitioner, the physical body of a pure martial artist is "too heavy" and will become a burden. The Tao of martial arts is too low and the martial artist is too stubborn. To torture the soul, it turns out to be... Use your own strength and use that pure Qi to support yourself.

Euphemistically called it, don’t borrow power from heaven and earth.

Unlike Qi practitioners, they build a bridge of immortality, which is like connecting two caves inside and outside. With the abundant spiritual energy of the big cave and heaven, they water and temper the soul of the small cave in the human body. With the same force of heaven and earth, it is naturally easier to live a long and immortal life.

At this moment, Chen Ping'an felt a cramping pain in his soul, the kind of self-inflicted pain.

It's a pity that Chen Pingan is still the same as the sword furnace, motionless as a mountain.

Ma Zhi raised his eyebrows.

Although he had a lot of force in his shots, but with the eyes of the Golden Core Realm, the top flaws of the martial arts of the Four Realms would be as big as a dustpan in Ma Zhi's eyes, with leaks everywhere. So Chen Pingan's nod was an opportunity. But Ma Zhi had already overestimated the physical strength of the sword-carrying young man in front of him, but it was not enough, far from it. Chen Ping'an was beaten in Luoshanzhulou, with a skinny body, but what he "enjoyed" was the look of the old man named Cui, a ten-level martial artist. The human beats the drum style, the three souls and the seven souls, the steaming clouds, the Daze style and the iron cavalry chisel formation are all the essence of the martial arts that the old man has learned all his life, and they are moves that he will still be proud of after reaching the peak of the ten realms. .

At that time, in order to withstand more of the god-man's drumming style, Chen Pingan's every breath and breath, and the eighteen-stop sword energy, had already become natural. Later, he suffered from cramps and skin peeling, and countless dazzling eyes and heart-piercing pains, although it was still far away. It is far from being a flawless golden body at the peak of the seventh level of martial arts, but Ma Zhi's subtle sword energy really can't catch Chen Ping'an's flaw, unless he can force it open with ten strength.

The three most powerful realms in the world contain the most gold.

It's just that the barefoot old man who taught the boxing skills didn't bother to say it.

Ma Zhisheng had a little desire to win, and then pulled out three wisps of sword energy from his natal flying sword and transformed it into his body. This time the three swords struck together, and he did not believe that Chen Pingan's three-soul route was really impeccable.

Chen Ping'an just remained motionless and hesitated to speak. This time he did not dare to ask Ma Lao Jianxian to increase his strength. He always felt that it would make the old man's face uncomfortable and inappropriate. But although the three wisps of sword energy are sharp and gloomy, like plowing oxen plowing the fields, the sword energy forcibly plows out three ravines on the three ethereal post roads in the body, just like three winter streams flowing in the heart, which makes the heart feel cold, but this kind of Despite all the hardships, Chen Ping'an was still an "appetizer" in Zhulou.

Ma Zhi also noticed something was wrong, and had to raise Chen Pingan's height again. He glanced at Liang Yin, a flying sword that was trembling slightly in front of him, and took a deep breath, "Chen Pingan, I will use Liang Yin to forcibly transform the void next." , squeeze into your soul, you must be mentally prepared for this heartbreaking pain. If you can't hold on, you must take the initiative to speak. Because although Liangyin is my natal flying sword and is connected with my mind, after all, it is It's like breaking into another family's paradise and being obscured by your soul. It will greatly affect my connection with Liangyin. I can ignore ordinary enemies, as long as they are earth-shaking, but between you and me, it's a different matter. .So don’t be brave.”

Chen Ping'an removed the sword furnace stake, took one step back, and assumed an ancient boxing stance.

If you raise one leg again, it is actually a bit similar to a heavenly king in a Buddhist temple, but the shape is similar, and the true meaning is completely different. This fist is exactly the Yunzheng Daze style used to repel the golden sea of ​​clouds dragon twice at Sun's ancestral home. .

When Chen Ping'an changed from the Mountain-Shaking Fist and Sword Furnace to this boxing stance, his momentum completely changed.

In Ma Zhi's eyes, he was no longer the sunny young man who talked and laughed with young Fan Er, and was no longer the calm young man with a restrained expression when walking around.

And like a martial arts master who has stood on the top of the mountains.

This punch is about to come out.

Just a boxing fight.

What a great courage! If those seventh-level martial arts masters in Old Dragon City, or the eighth-level great master who had been hiding for many years, had such an astonishing posture, after decades or even hundreds of years of hard work, they would have experienced the pinnacle of death again and again. That's all for fighting, but how old is the young man in front of him?

Ma Zhi didn't know how many times he was shocked today.

Chen Ping'an's mind has been completely immersed in it. There is no longer any shadow of flying swords in front of him, and there is no longer a golden elixir realm sword cultivator.

Only the barefoot old man laughed violently and arrogantly in the bamboo house, beating him to the point of death again and again, calling him a coward little bitch, mixed with some old people who were not treating him peacefully at all, but looking at him. The whole world resounded with his heartfelt words.

Once this punch is released, it will knock back the god who brought down the power of heaven back to the heaven!

If you want to fight to make the difference between heaven and earth, let me stand upright with this punch!

Chen Pingan blurted out: "Please draw the sword!"

Hearing such slightly provocative words from a junior boy, the old swordsman didn't look displeased at all. With a thought, the flying sword's cool shadow changed from reality to reality, like a cavalry charge, opening up territory for the monarch.

Chen Ping'an's face turned slightly pale, his fists were clenched, his fist frame moved slightly, and he just stamped his feet heavily.

The ground in the small courtyard shook slightly, and a towering mountain fist spread like a mountain root to the ground.

Ma Zhi frowned slightly and looked at the young man in front of him. The old man swiped his fingers downwards, like a warrior trying to disembowel his enemy with a long sword.

Chen Ping'an's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth hard, his cheeks bulged, and the fist position changed again. It was still a mess, but he began to shrink, and the distance between his fists became closer.

At the same time, all the fist energy flowing outside the body quickly returned to the body, like palms suddenly coming together to swat a fly.

"It's not wise to be so trusting."

Ma Zhi sneered, put his fingers together and lifted them up, secretly increasing the weight of his natal flying sword.

Chen Ping'an's shoulders shook slightly, and he suddenly thrust out a fist. The fist surged straight into the sky, hitting the ancestral osmanthus tree that blocked the atmosphere of the small courtyard. At this moment, the truth was revealed. It turned out to be like a water curtain covering Gui Mei. In the sky above, he was hit by a punch of Gang Qi, causing ripples in waves, so that the scene outside the small courtyard began to blur.

The old man said angrily in his heart: "I don't believe it anymore. A dignified Jindan realm swordsman can't teach a small fourth realm martial artist!"

The old man took a step back solemnly, held his back with one hand, and pinched the sword secret with the other, and said sternly: "Chen Ping'an, the real sword test has officially begun! The shadow of the flying sword will alternate between virtual and real, and it will affect your body, soul, and soul at the same time. Temper and face the enemy with all your heart!"

The young man's eyes were firm and he didn't speak at all. He just put away the ancient boxing frame and slowly slid backwards. It was really smooth and pleasing to the eye.

Sword cultivators in the world have numerous sword intentions, which are all very different.

The true meaning of swordsmanship realized by Jindan Sword Xiumazhi is the birth of the sword of the cool shade of life. I hope there will no longer be scorching heat in the world, and wherever the flying sword passes, there will be a cool resort.

In the ordinary courtyard not far from Guimai Small Courtyard, Jin Su, the sweet-scented osmanthus girl, is eating a piece of melon. There is a natural spring on the island, and the iced melons and fruits are the most delicious. Jin Su’s preaching teacher, the woman Gui Aunt, is very fond of her. I have long lost interest in human food. Looking at the cold face of my proud disciple, even at this moment, eating normally reveals a natural elegance. I thought to myself, no wonder Sun Jiashu and Fu Nanhua, two old dragons, The most outstanding young men in the city are all fascinated by the same woman.

Whether Sun Jiashu likes Jinsu, of course he does, but the woman doesn't want to reveal the secret, because she doesn't think Jinsu and Sun Jiashu can become a couple of gods. As Jinsu's husband candidate, in the woman's mind, he is very talented. , Sun Jiashu, who has already reached the stage, was the worst, Fu Nanhua was slightly better, and Fan Er was the best.

It's a pity that the love between men and women in the world is never judged by whether the man is good or bad, or whether the two parties are compatible.

Who is to blame?

Aunt Gui was a little self-deprecating. She really knew who should be blamed first, but now, it's hard to say.

She made a sound of slight surprise and couldn't help turning her head to look at Guimai Courtyard.

Jin Su asked in confusion: "Master, what's wrong?"

Aunt Gui smiled and said, "You seem to be looking down on that young man named Chen."

Jin Su picked up another piece of melon that was sweet and refreshing, and said nonchalantly: "Even if he is taller than the sky, it doesn't matter to me."

Aunt Gui seemed to have heard something from her heart, nodded, and then said to Jin Su: "You have something to do, so go to the mountain shop to get the medicinal materials first. Your Grandpa Ma left a message over there, so he should have been ready. After you come back, wait until Grandpa Ma speaks, and then prepare a big bucket for Guimai Courtyard."

Jin Su said blankly: "Why, that young guest wants to soak in potions and strengthen his body? Isn't this something that only Body Refining Realm warriors need to do regularly?"

The woman was a little reluctant, "Master, I feel a little uncomfortable doing these things for a young man. This is really not what I am. I am a young lady and a maid. I usually cook tea and play the piano for the guests, clean the courtyard, play chess with them, and sing poems and poems. I also I am diligent, but when it comes to preparing people’s baths, I..."

The woman smiled and said, "Then master will do it himself?"

Jin Su sighed, and after wiping his fingers carefully, he said, "Why don't I just go?"

Not long after Jin Su left the small courtyard, she returned soon, bringing with her a group of impressive guests from other continents. She was a little nervous at first. She didn't know why these people insisted on visiting "Aunt Gui", but when she saw that the master had already Standing at the door of the small courtyard, he felt somewhat reassured. Deep in Jin Su's heart, the master was omnipotent and was no ordinary guest of the Fan family. Although the master has always been very secretive about his inheritance and cultivation history, Jin Su can be sure of one thing. With the master's vision and tone, even if he is not a Nascent Soul Earth Immortal, he should at least be a Golden Core Realm Qi Practitioner. .

Not only the cross-continental ferry on Guihua Island, but also the six ferries must have at least one Jindan realm monk on duty every time they travel between Laolongcheng and Xuanxuan Mountain. Aunt Gui revealed to the outside world that she is just one of the stewards of Guihua Island. They are just scholars, and now together with Grandpa Ma, Osmanthus Island actually now has three Jindan realms.

Jinsu really didn't believe that the sky could fall.

That group of six people in total, both young and old, men and women, all came from Tongyezhou in the southeast. They were the Fan family’s biggest partners in this voyage to Guihua Island. Nearly half of the secret vaults and cellars on Guihua Island were given generous packages to them. Next, as to which goods are unique to Tongyezhou, Jin Su, a sweet-scented osmanthus girl, has no way of knowing. She only heard that they are a big shot from a clan with the title of Immortal in Tongyezhou.

No matter what, since the master came forward on his own, Jin Su went to the foot of Guihua Island to get the medicinal materials with peace of mind.

After she left, she couldn't help but look back. She saw an extremely tall and thin old man, more than half a head taller than the old Longcheng man. He had fair hair and a childish face. He was the most eye-catching. He was dressed in a robe as thick as black as ink, spotless. It must be a superior robe.

The old man was closely guarding a young man. He had an ordinary appearance and very light eyebrows, but he had a pair of extremely narrow eyes. When he squinted his eyes to look at people, even Jinsu in the cave realm would get goosebumps. He didn't dare to Make eye contact with him.

Aunt Gui smiled and asked, "I wonder what you want to see me for?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and stared at the woman in front of him. His words were not polite, "Are you Mrs. Gui?"

Aunt Gui looked indifferent and said, "Exactly."

The man's eyes became hot, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Jiang Beihai, and I come from the Yugui Sect. Now our sect just lacks a cross-continental ferry. I wonder if Mrs. Gui is interested in joining the Yugui Sect?"

Aunt Gui remained silent.

The man laughed and said: "All the losses of the Fan family and all the income of Osmanthus Island, calculated over a hundred years, I will definitely compensate a lot of copper coins to the Fan family! I believe that the Fan family dare not, do not want and will not refuse my proposal. , Mrs. Gui, what do you think?"

Dongbaopingzhou is the smallest of the nine continents. Tongyezhou, which is adjacent to the southeast, is not small. It is much larger than Fuyaozhou. Moreover, Tongyezhou's Cave Heaven Paradise is among the nine continents. The number is quite large, especially the rank of two blessed places among them, which are extremely high. So good that many monks from Posa Continent and Julu Continent would travel thousands of miles to Tongye Continent, each seeking their own needs. In the end, the income of these monks who landed in the blessed land as "exiled immortals" was much higher than that of many blessed lands.

On the map of Tongyezhou, Tongye Sect and Yugui Sect, one in the north and one in the south, stand side by side.

The young man from Tongyezhou who helped the Ding family escape was from the Tongye Sect. For a sect to be named after a continent and remain standing for thousands of years is the best display of strength. This point is similar to the fact that Ju Luzhou in the northeast dares to snatch the word "North" from Aai Aizhou and claim to be Ju Luzhou in the north.

A woman in palace clothes smiled and said: "Master Jiang, you have always been a reclusive person in the sect. Our Yugui Sect is not like the Tongye Sect who likes to show off. We have always been kind to others. It must be that Mrs. Gui has heard less about you."

Aunt Gui shook her head and said: "Yu Gui Zong, I am like thunder. I have heard that the Jiang family in Yu Gui Zong who controls the blessed land of Yunku, and the recent ten generations of the Jiang family, are all descended from a single line."

The Jiang man smiled and said, "Since Mrs. Gui knows this, she still has such a lukewarm attitude. She must think that the Yu Gui Sect and the Fan family of Old Longcheng are not on the same continent, and there is another Tongye Sect across them, so Out of reach?"

At the end of the sentence, the Jiang man, who did not have three hundred taels of silver here, bent down to apologize, but with a cold smile on his face, he said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the wording was inappropriate. Don't blame Mrs. Gui."

Aunt Gui still had a calm demeanor and said softly: "The oath about the Tao involves the true intention of cultivating Taoism and cannot be violated easily. I accept Mr. Jiang's good intentions."

The man straightened up, "Oh?"

Aunt Gui suddenly smiled and said: "The oath still has a period of sixty years. If Mr. Jiang is really sincere, why not wait?"

The young man laughed suddenly, "Inviting Mrs. Gui to join the Jade Gui Sect does not reflect my sincerity, Jiang Beihai. As long as Mrs. Gui is willing, I can marry her."

Then he waved his hands to himself and laughed loudly: "It's a joke, don't take it seriously. Madam Gui, don't worry, our Yugui Sect head and I, the Jiang family head, have both admired Madam for a long time, and I, Jiang Beihai, cannot do whatever I want and offend you. lady."

Aunt Gui still smiled and couldn't fault her at all.

The beauty of a woman, whether her face is stunning, may not determine everything.

The tall and thin old man showed admiration in his eyes, but his natural tone was indifferent, and he said slowly: "Madam Gui is very kind. As my young master said, Yu Guizong is indeed very sincere in inviting me. I sincerely ask Madam to consider it seriously. I hope that I will be sixty years old." In the next year, I will be able to drink a cup of Guizi wine brewed by Mrs. Gui herself at the gate of Yugui Zong."

Aunt Gui nodded slightly.

The two sides said goodbye.

She slowly walked back to the small courtyard and looked up in the direction of Laolongcheng. She felt helpless. Whether it was an illusion or not, this woman seemed to have a little grievance.

Above the sea of ​​clouds in Old Dragon City, a woman in green robe fell backwards and lay in the sea of ​​clouds. She yawned and said lazily: "There are so many people who are looking for death. It's boring and boring. Drink and drink..."

She picked up the ordinary wine flask and raised her arms, only to find that there was no wine left. This reminded the woman of the underground river walkway for no reason, and made fun of the little drunkard who held a sword gourd and drank with his head raised. , why did you suffer retribution so quickly? When the woman thought of this, she became angry. She stood up like a carp, picked up a handful of small clouds that contained the true meaning of rain from the sea of ​​clouds, threw them into her mouth, swallowed them like wine, and chewed the tasteless ones. "Yunjiu", she was in an extremely bad mood.

She looked at the Osmanthus Island on the sea with cold eyes, and jumped backwards and forwards, starting from the southernmost sea of ​​clouds, just like a child in an alley, dancing on a square grid, until she reached the northernmost section of the sea of ​​clouds, standing still Then he started to rush forward quickly, raised his head high, and assumed a posture as if he was about to throw a spear, then he suddenly stopped and shouted: "Go!"

The sea of ​​clouds surged like boiling water.

As the woman made this throwing action, a snow-white sword, more than ten feet long, was torn out from the sea of ​​clouds and flashed over the old dragon city.

On the sea, the ferry to Guihua Island is already very far away from Laolongcheng.

The tall and thin old man from the Jade Guizong suddenly slapped away the Jiang family's legitimate son beside him.

After taking Jiang Beihai's place, he stood with his arms above his head. The robe was swaying violently, and there were lightning and thunder in his sleeves.

The entire Peach Blossom Island shook violently, shaking and causing huge waves.

Jiang Beihai turned around and stared blankly. Most of Old Yuanying's robe had been destroyed. Fortunately, there was still the possibility of repairing it, but both arms were completely gone and the bones were exposed.

The old man vomited a mouthful of blood, stared at the sky above Old Dragon City, stretched out a terrible arm, and said in a deep voice: "Master, stay where you are, don't move near me, but don't move around at will."

In the sword gourd hanging on Chen Pingan's waist, the flying sword buzzed on the first day, and he was very excited as if he had met an old friend.

The woman who had originally planned to stop her hand saw the old man extending her arm and said, "Hey, do you mean to ask for another sword?"

The green-robed woman named Fan Junmao leaned back, pointed her toes, and swept backwards. Then she repeated the previous action, and before throwing the sword, she laughed and said: "Let's go!"

Then she crossed her arms across her chest, looked at Osmanthus Island with a smile, and said: "Even if it takes a thousand years, I still like this kind of tough hero the best, as if he is stretching his neck all day long and shouting, come and kill me, come and kill me. me……"

On Osmanthus Island, Chen Pingan quietly held down the sword gourd. It was too late the previous time, but this time he finally raised his head in time and caught some clues.

When an old sword cultivator in the Golden Core Realm could only feel his mind wavering.

Chen Ping'an has closed his eyes and feels the excitement of that sword with his heart.