Above the sky, Duan Jiuyuan looked at the old man in gray robe with a strong breath in front of him, and said with a chuckle: "It seems that I underestimated this bunch of trash like you in the Tang family. I didn't expect that there are actually a few old guys who have never been born."

"Young man, it's okay to be angry, but if you speak arrogant words, be careful not to save your life!" The old man in gray robe obviously did not accept his words, and said in a deep voice.

Duan Jiuyuan smiled coldly: "You are still called a young man if you are not so angry?"

After the words fell, Duan Jiuyuan waved the sharp knife in his hand and slashed out with one blow, his momentum was even greater than when he faced the enemy Tang Zhenlou before!

The old man in gray robe had no expression on his face, his breath exploded, and he faced Duan Jiuyuan without hesitation.

On the battlefield below, with the addition of four elders from the Tang family, the battle situation has gradually become more optimistic. The four elders from the Tang family are fighting against the eight guardians of the Duanyao Mountain. Qian Shaowei, the second son of the Qian family, is dueling against the red-robed right envoy of the Duanyao Immortal Sect!

Tang Wensheng looked at the scene in front of him, and his heart fell to the ground.

...

At this time, at the border between Kanshui Prefecture and Tianqian Prefecture, a young man in white was taking a little girl in a restaurant in a certain city. Although the little girl looked small, her appetite was not small at all. This large table of dishes was almost Most of the food was eaten by the little girl alone. Seeing this scene, Zhou Qingmu was speechless. He just smiled and told the little girl to eat slowly, then picked up the wine gourd and drank alone.

After the two of them had eaten and drank enough, Zhou Qingmu called the waiter to clear the table and prepare to leave.

A voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Waiter, serve the wine!"

As he finished speaking, he saw a knight-errant with a scabbard but no sword strolling into the restaurant at the door of the restaurant, and finally sat down on Zhou Qingmu's table very naturally.

"Brother Qi? Aren't you at the border?" Zhou Qingmu asked after seeing the face of the visitor clearly.

The great border swordsman heard this and said angrily: "You borrowed the sword and refused to return it. I don't even have a weapon in my hands, how can I kill those enemies?"

"Brother Qi, I was really busy before, so I just returned to the Eastern Region of Tianqian. I originally wanted to come directly to the border to return the sword, but I didn't expect you to come by yourself." Zhou Qingmu felt a little embarrassed after hearing this, and after speaking, he picked up and put it down. The fairy sword Chaolu at the table was handed to Qi Yan.

Qi Yan took the sword and wiped the sword body, thinking to himself: "My dear, I have been suffering from this kid these days. I have rarely used a real sword in my sword practice, because from the bottom of my heart I feel worldly. Every sword among them is worthy of me. Until I met it, it made me take one step further on the path of swordsmanship."

Zhou Qingmu smiled and nodded when he heard this. Sword cultivators and swords are like close friends fighting side by side. What's more, Qi Yan is already the ultimate swordsman in the world with his swordsmanship, so the importance of such a sword to him is self-evident. .

After the waiter brought a bottle of wine, Qi Yan put his beloved sword back into its scabbard, picked up the wine bowl and took a sip before asking: "What are you doing here, kid? It's not far ahead. We are about to arrive at Kanshui Prefecture. What? Do you want to go to the border to hang out with me? Let me tell you first. Don’t think that you can be arrogant at the border just by relying on how high your swordsmanship is. There, your cultivation is profound. There are too many hermits and casual cultivators. Now that you have returned to the primitive realm, you are certainly the best in this world, but if you put it on the border, it is not enough. Be careful of being photographed by a demon emperor one day. died!"

Zhou Qingmu smiled and shook his head when he heard this, and said softly: "Now I have important things to do, so I can't hang out with you. But now that things have happened, I might really come to the border."

"Hey... you kid won't be in trouble again! Wait, don't speak for now. I'll finish my words first. Don't try to lend me the sword this time. This time, Master Qi,

Soon there will be a big enemy, and if we can't protect him, life or death will be at stake. Before the fight, of course I have to be fully prepared. Otherwise, you won't be able to fucking see me next time! Well...

..If I really can’t come back, remember to go to the border to pick up the sword for me. Wait, who is this little girl? You’re not going to find a widow in a place with few people, are you? Finally

Just leave a child by your side?" Qi Yan said a lot while drinking, not very in tune but very serious.

Zhou Qingmu shook his head and smiled: "I have an appointment with an old friend this time. It won't be too much trouble. I probably won't need to borrow the sword. Don't worry, I won't necessarily help you find your body after you die, but of course I will help you find the sword.

Find it and keep it safe!"

Hearing this, Qi Yan slapped the wine bowl in his hand on the table and said angrily: "Hey...you guy, we haven't seen you in just a few years? Who did you learn this from?"

Before Zhou Qingmu could say anything, Qi Yan leaned close to Zhou Qingmu's ear again, glanced at the little girl napping on the table, and whispered: "Really looking for a widow? How does it feel? Mr. Zhou Da!"

Zhou Qingmu frowned when he heard this, picked up the wooden chopsticks on the table and knocked on the forehead of Qi Da Sword Immortal, and said angrily: "After all, he is a swordsman respected by thousands of people, right? Why are you always so virtuous?"

"Hey, you're wrong to say that. Of course, masters are called masters only when they have something special! Can't masters have some hobbies?" Qi Yan touched his forehead where Zhou Qingmu used wooden chopsticks to knock him.

, with a face full of indignation.

Zhou Qingmu suddenly burst out laughing at this time, deliberately amplifying his voice: "What? Our Qi Da Jianxian's hobby is to like widows?"

"Hey, please speak softer. You, Master Qi, are now quite a famous swordsman. After all, there are beautiful ladies living among the people who admire you, Master Qi. Don't let your mother ruin your Master Qi's reputation!" Qi Yan's eyes widened when he heard this.

After staring, he quickly reached out to cover Zhou Qingmu's mouth and whispered.

Zhou Qingmu smiled, then his face turned serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Master Qi, do you know a monk named Xuan Jiu who claims to be a big devil?"

"Xuan Jiu...what! Xuan Jiu? Are you going to find trouble with him?" Qi Yan calmly took a sip of wine, and after figuring out who this guy was talking about,

He spat out another mouthful of wine.

Seeing this, Zhou Qingmu frowned and pretended to be worried: "What's wrong? This Xuan Jiu is very powerful?"

"Mom, how strong is this guy? Do you know that among all the human monks I have seen in my life, only one can make me feel that the odds of winning are low, and the one that makes me most unsure is this one.

Guy! When my cultivation level was not high, I heard this guy being called a big devil. Although my cultivation level was not as high as his, you, Mr. Qi, was young and frivolous at the time, so you felt so dissatisfied? It didn’t take long for me to find him.

Well, we finally had a fight with him, what do you think the result was?" Qi Yan slapped the wine bowl on the table again and spoke to Zhou Qingmu.

"What was the result?" Zhou Qingmu asked without hesitation.
Chapter completed!