The power of a sword can destroy the city and break through the pass. It draws a huge arc in the whole world. It passes through several countries without any fear. It is like a giant spirit and hits the Nangong Mountain Protecting Formation, instantly shattering hundreds of objects that can reach the sky.

Under the mighty power, the entire Nangong Mountain trembled continuously, almost shaking the dice in Qian Yin's palm to the ground. A huge gale of wind hits towards him, shaking the two of them with their hair. The Nangong Mountain formation screamed that this sword cuts a corner, and the gale of wind outside the mountain pours into the mountains in an instant.

The scholar stood still and looked calm. He didn't seem to care that the formation was broken by a sword. He smiled thoughtfully, "It's better to speak like this. Through the formation of Tao, it's like a person's heart and a belly. He always has something to rely on, and his words are not honest."

"I used the first two dishes to have a very comfortable meal," the old man smiled. When the old friend reunites, he couldn't see any politeness. "Therefore, I came with the gift, and it was not a bad situation. With such a young man on the mountain, I thought Wu Shuang would have to save a lot of worry."

Liu Qing nodded, "Senior, you are polite. I am ashamed of this. If you want to relieve your worries from the master, you should still entertain the guests well, so that you can barely afford to worry."

The old man looked strange and asked tentatively, "Is there any food served?"

"It should be." The scholar smiled.

There are layers of forests at the foot of Nangong Mountain, and the rosewood trees are lush. After the branches are flattened, they are all good wood. Many imperial officials' homes are ground with rosewood. The wood fragrance is soft and it is as delicate and gentle as ink. It is an excellent wood. Every year as summer approaches, many such good woods grow. Naturally, countless woodmen come here to harvest firewood and chop trees. Although they are busy, if they are willing to work hard, they can indeed make a fortune in the family business over the years.

This is even more so this year. The sky is smooth and the hot and cold happens to be the right time, so the woodcutter also came earlier. Last night, five or six new woodcutters came, most of whom were holding knives and filing short axes. Only an old man, who only carried a broken axe handle that was as dark as ink, carried the handle and chopped the mountain knife. He walked into the forest and wanted to cut down two rosewood trees in the dark. He was stopped by the woodcutter nearby and stopped in disappointment.

It is not necessary to cut down trees at night. It was the rule set by the woodcutters here in the early years. Not only did the progress be slow, but many people were looking for a land area at night, and they could make do with the soft grass pillows. The rosewood was not light and thin. If they hit the forehead, they would probably be able to push their lives away. Moreover, the axe slashing sound was extremely loud, which inevitably disturbed others' rest and rest. Therefore, at night, most people were not walking around, just resting in the forest.

Although the old man broke the rules and was even more bland, two young woodcutters still came forward and told the old man in detail what was agreed here, but they did not complain about anything.

They are all hard-working men with blood and dirt on their fingers. No one will dominate the point, and they don't want the same old man who is still struggling to make a living in his twilight years. They will inevitably feel a little sad. If they think about it, if they cannot make a fortune with this skill, they may be at the point of falling into such a bleak evening.

The old man got up very early today, but two or three woodcutters woke up and picked up a tender grass with sweet leaves in spring and chewed it. Out of spring laziness, he was still a little reluctant to get up. Seeing the thin old man walking closer with an axe, he was all thinking about watching the excitement and looked at the old woodcutter.

Chopping wood and cutting trees is a way to work hard. For the woodcutters who are in their prime, it is not easy. They often raise and fall hundreds of times a day. When it is late, the new woodcutters will find it difficult to hold the bowls and chopsticks even if they only use food. This industry is not something that an old man can do.

But no matter how many people around him looked, his eyes were a little obscure, the old man still pulled out his short axe from his waist and gently swung over the forest in front of him.

Several woodcutters around him looked joking, but then they stuck their exclamations in their throats.

The thin old man only swung the axe in his palm with a light swing. Thousands of lush trees broke from their roots, but the trees did not fall, slowly landing on the ground, like a bedding on a cotton pad, without any sound.

"I like to chop wood and chop trees in this life. Although it is hard to say a kind act, I will definitely plant two trees after each tree cutting. However, now there are important things to do now, and you will wait to do the work of planting trees. Can you?"

Then the old man jumped up and didn't wait for the woodcutters to speak, and jumped straight to Nangong.

"It's better to show off in front of everyone, not showing off the mountain or showing off, and hide it all day long like the old cow's nose. It took so many years to practice, isn't it in vain?" The old woodcutter was obviously in a state of peace, so he threw the short axe in his hand out in mid-air and flew straight to the top of Nangong Mountain.

Cut off the mountain with one axe and walk down the hills.

When the latter used his means to welcome him, the short axe turned around and returned to the old woodcutter in an instant. He kept getting started, and at the moment of the momentum, he used another axe.

Shan Taorong raised his palm to meet him, but was hit by the powerful force contained in the short axe and retreated twenty or thirty feet. His feet suddenly stepped on the air and barely stopped retreating.

The boy and the poisonous master looked terrified.

Today, only the five wise men are powerful, not to mention Shan Taorong, who can force him to retreat twenty or thirty feet in recent decades?

Now this old woodcutter with both appearance and clothing is inferior, forcibly shook the mountain Taorong with the power of two axes. It has nothing to do with magic, and no matter how magical powers it is, it just slashed out with two axes with a simple axes. It doesn't seem to be trying to split the five masters of the same name, but rather to break down a tree.

When the axe arrives, the person retreats, and then the air waves rise with the sound of explosion.

There seems to be a roaring sky above Nangong Mountain.

"I said, boy, next time when the fight is fought, let alone those who are not, just greet the forehead. It's too much nonsense?" The woodcutter fell to the scholar, curled his lips, and gave Qian Yin a trembling sound, waved his hand impatiently, "I have walked in front of me, and I don't have to make any room for me? I'm still running all the way to your Nangong Mountain. On the way, I have also cleaned up several batches of mosquitoes that Wu Shuang who heard the news, and stayed there."

Qian Yin had not yet come back to his senses, but was shocked by the old woodcutter's extraordinary means, but he was hit on the forehead by a chestnut, and he was even more suspicious. However, seeing that his senior brother had no objection, he had to turn around and free up a piece of land for the ragged old man.

But even if the old man sat cross-legged, he was still uneasy at all. He shouted at the old man who was shocked not far away, "Since I'm here to go to the banquet, I will ask you, is my axe delicious?"
Chapter completed!