He was about to consider whether to use his magical power to escape. After all, instead of teasing the other party like this, the two rivers and one canal were already established. The three golden gods? were about to pour water into Cangjun Lake. There was no need for him, who was as noble as a human emperor.

The Lake Lord personally took part in the danger. If he didn't want to show off his charm as the Lake Lord in front of the fairy Yan Qing, it would be difficult for this person to get close to him on the surface of Cangjun Lake.

Yin Hou, who had been hovering a few feet above the lake, was knocked back by a punch. He stepped quietly into the lake and smiled slightly, full of sarcasm.

Another punch comes.

A piece of ice sculptured statue of Lake Lord suddenly shattered.

The Lord of the Lake, Yinhou, stood in the water a few feet away from the lake. He clasped his hands behind his back, shook his wrists, and stretched his muscles. He was really a pure martial artist. No wonder he dared to do whatever he wanted, and randomly killed his own canal owner.

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Yin Hou's waist felt like a heavy hammer, and his fist tilted upward, causing the Lake Lord to break through the water and fly into the air.

Fortunately, only six dragons on the purple robe were broken.

If all nine dragons collapse at the same time, the robe will be temporarily useless.

This is similar to the magic weapon Chenglujia transformed into the most precious armor of military strategists.

A blow to the head.

A sound like a bell sounded in the air.

As soon as Yin Hou left Cangyun Lake, he crashed into the lake again.

Although Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, was not physically damaged, he felt that these two punches were a great humiliation in his life.

Then under the lake.

Like a series of dull winter thunders erupting under the water of Cangjun Lake.

The lake is turbulent.

But when the big waves approached the golden maid holding the canopy, they seemed to be blocked by the high wall of the city and turned into powder. The waves were layer upon layer, blocked by the layer of golden light, like countless snow-white pearls flicking around.

Fan Weiran smiled and said: "Go ashore and watch the battle."

The ice beneath the feet carrying everyone was suspended in the air, and they were heading to the ferry at lightning speed.

The old woman said that she existed as one and the same in Baodong Wonderland, and no monk had any objections at the moment.

Only the weird-tempered Second Ancestor, who was Fairy Yan Qing’s teaching mentor, dared to contradict Fan Weiran.

As the ice approached the ferry, without Fan Weiran's spiritual energy to control it, it suddenly dissipated and turned into water into the lake.

The monk floated to the ground together with the founder Fan Weiran, and came to the almost ruined ferry.

After the group of immortal masters approached the ferry, Du Yu gritted his teeth, tiptoed, and rushed to the bookcase and hiking stick, holding down the handle of the knife at his waist.

Fan Weiran just glanced at this young soldier from the Ghost Ax Palace and led others to pass him by.

The golden woman who was holding up the treasure cover seemed to have the same intention and also glanced at Du Yu.

Du Yu's teeth were chattering, and he stood tensely next to the hiking pole, motionless.

This tall old woman is the second highest ranking monk among the monks on the mountain from dozens of countries.

Moreover, his strength is almost the same as that of the city lord of Huangyue City who holds the first position.

Furthermore, Fan Weiran is famous for her bad temper. In the early years before she became the master of the Baodong Fairyland Sect, as long as she led a team to travel down the mountain, there would never be a time when several monks were not killed. As for the unlucky martial arts warriors,

, there are so many people, and Fan Weiran also likes to kill his enemies. Once, there was a master of the Six Realms Jianghu who provoked a disciple traveling in Baodong Wonderland. Fan Weiran came to him and knocked him to the ground with a magic weapon. The old woman stood next to that guy.

, stepped on it one foot after another, from feet to head, trampling it into a puddle of flesh.

Fan Weiran raised his finger and lightly tapped the golden crown on his head. All the golden light flowed back to the golden crown, and the golden maid and the canopy in his hand disappeared.

Yan Qing bowed and said: "Yan Qing pays homage to the Patriarch."

Fan Weiran looked kind and poked Yan Qing's forehead gently with his finger, feigning anger and saying: "You little girl are so bold, you dare to go with such a vicious foreigner."

Yan Qing was speechless and stood with his hands tied.

Fan Weiran turned around and looked at Cangjun Lake, telling Yan Qing with the ripples in the lake in his heart, "The show is about to begin. To be able to beat Marquis Yin to such an extent that his illusion of the human body was completely destroyed, and his true body appeared, he must be a master of the Golden Body Realm.

It's rare. The martial arts world in the dozens of countries under the mountain has not seen the legendary golden warrior for two hundred years. Yan Yatou, when fighting with this person, you must be careful. Don't be approached. Don't follow the example of blindly trusting others.

The Lord of the Lake, Marquis Yin, will suffer a loss. Isn't it stupid to leave the magic and magical weapons aside and compete with that warrior with bare hands for strength?"

Yan Qing nodded.

Fan Weiran added: "What's more, that Lake Lord is born with a strong physical body. He is not comparable to us Qi practitioners. He is a beast, with rough skin and thick flesh."

Suddenly, a huge python with a length of one hundred feet appeared on the lake. It had already sprouted four claws, raised its head high, opened its big mouth, and spit out a pillar of green light towards the lake.

A figure in a green shirt raised a palm and blocked the powerful beam of light.

That gorgeous picture is like the bright moon rising on the sea.

Yan Qing silently took in the picture.

Fan Weiran sneered and said: "A golden body warrior, fighting against a golden god? Not bad, not bad. It's a worthwhile trip."

At the same time, where the two rivers and one canal entered the lake, three water dragons of tens of feet appeared at the same time. The two yellow water dragons were larger, and the dark black water dragon was the most petite and exquisite.

Only the eyes of the three water dragons controlled by the golden bodies of the water gods showed a faint golden color.

Not only did the three water dragons rush to help, the entire large and small water veins under the jurisdiction of Cangyun Lake began to tremble and twist, being used by the Lord of the Lake Yinhou and the three golden gods of Yiqu and Two Rivers.

Tonight on Cangyun Lake, there is real flooding and huge waves.

The magnificent battlefield continued to move away from the ferry and moved towards the center of Cangjun Lake.

A female cultivator, a direct disciple of Fan Weiran, laughed softly and said: "Master, this guy is very knowledgeable. He was afraid that the water would splash even a little bit on Master, so he ran away on his own."

Another tall male monk echoed: "Those who know the current affairs are heroes. We have completely angered Lord Yin of Lake. Life and death are uncertain. If we continue to enmity with our ancestors, we will seek death."

Du Yu, who has a thorn on his back, is like a wooden pestle at the front of the ferry.

It looks more like a hiking stick than that green hiking stick.

An unattainable fairy, Yan Qing, can make Du Yu and Ghost Ax Palace go around in circles, let alone a mountain monk like Fan Weiran who has invincible magic skills.

The old woman stepped on the top of the Ghost Ax Palace, which was the real top of the mountain.

Fan Weiran turned his head and said with a smile: "Yan Yatou, don't be restrained, just step forward."

Yan Qing, who abides by the dignity of his master and his superiority in seniority, took a step forward and stood side by side with his ancestor.

The old woman Fan Weiran looked happy, but in fact she was not as relaxed as she appeared.

There are some things, even if the cultivation level of Lake Lord Yin Hou is not low, as long as he does not stand in that position, he will still be blind.

The old woman raised her head and looked into the night.

Only he and Ye Han, the lord of Huangyue City, could see the strange light of the scales and half claws.

Therefore, the junior sister has always been worried that she will have a grudge against Yan Qing, her favorite disciple, and may even secretly hinder Yan Qing's climb to the great road. Therefore, guarding against her senior sister is like guarding against thieves.

Fan Weiran found it a bit funny.

A young girl with a charming appearance suddenly whispered: "Grandma Grandma, that person seems to be just practicing boxing, deliberately using those snakes and pythons to temper his body."

Fan Weiran waved, and the girl jumped up to the old woman, raised her head, and said innocently: "Really, Grandma, I won't lie to you."

The tall Fan Weiran bent down slightly and rubbed the little girl's head. The old woman lowered her head and stared into her beautiful eyes with a light flow of light. She smiled and said: "My Cui girl is very talented and quite good. She will grow up in the future."

Now, maybe I can be like you, Aunt Yan, and have a great future. If I go down the mountain to practice, no matter where I go, I will be a fairy daughter that attracts everyone's attention."

Yan Qing smiled slightly at the girl.

The girl glanced at Yan Qing, tangled her hands together, lowered her head, and said embarrassedly: "I'm not as good-looking as Senior Aunt Yan."

Fan Weiran laughed loudly.

The girl became more and more shy.

Yan Qing gently pinched the girl's ear.

This was a rare act of intimacy shown by Yan Qing.

After Fan Weiran smiled, he looked at Cangjun Lake from a distance, with a solemn look on his face, and said in a deep voice: "In that case, we have to make a careful calculation."

The signs of decline of a sect often begin with the lack of success.

In this regard, Huangyue City is not bad, after all, there is a He Luzheng scene, but my own Baodong Wonderland is better.

In addition to Yan Qing, this Cui girl, plus my eldest disciple who has been in seclusion for ten years, will be the pillars of Baodong Wonderland in the future.

Yan Qing was shocked.

Why did Patriarch Fan, who had already made up his mind to sit on the sidelines when he was clearly hiding his clumsiness, become murderous?

On Cangjun Lake, an island was plowed into a huge ravine by the snake python, the true form of the lake lord Yinhou, with its big tail.

Wearing a green shirt, he only punched away the enemy every time.

There is more than enough self-preservation, but the offensive is weak.

Seeing that he had no power to fight back, he smashed the golden back of Muhan River God with one punch, and then forced the Lord of the Lake to show up in his true form. It should be that he was exhausted in one go.

This caused the three water dragons in the two rivers and one canal, which were originally hidden, to fight more and more vigorously, and all of them became fierce.

In the distance of Cangjun Lake, the cry of Yin Hou, Lord of the Lake, sounded, "Old Ancestor Fan, as long as you help me kill this beast, I will give that purple robe to Baodong Wonderland!"

Fan Weiran smiled and said nothing.

Yan Qing raised his eyes and looked around. Even though he was running the formula and controlling the spiritual energy of the Qi Palace, making a pair of eyes emit purple light, which already showed the "sun and moon shining on the furnace, purple smoke appears in the eyes" atmosphere, Yan Qing still couldn't see.
To be continued...