When Chen Pingan walked down the tall building and returned to his seat, he had already missed two battles.
Zhang Shan, the Taoist priest sitting on the chair next door, saw Chen Pingan and quickly stood up and thanked him. Chen Pingan had to clasp his fists in return and took the jade token.
For the sake of fairness in this open battle between mortal enemies, the battlefield was not set in Fenglei Garden or Zhengyang Mountain, but in the Immortal Terrace, one of the six branches of Fengxue Temple. As a sacred place for military strategists, Fengxue Temple was more friendly than Zhenwu Mountain.
It is extensive, and its style of conduct is much lower-key than that of Zhenwu Mountain. The disciples of the sect come down from the mountain, and there are more rangers than generals on the battlefield, so they have a good relationship with both families and will not favor any party.
As for why Fengxue Temple chose Shenxiantai, firstly, Shenxiantai is located at the top of the peak, with a wide view and pleasant scenery. In terms of perception, it is the Fengshui treasure land with the most immortal spirit in Fengxue Temple. Secondly, there are few disciples in Shenxiantai.
, the incense has withered, and it is almost only supported by Wei Jin. However, Wei Jin is not close to the sect because of his mentor relationship. Presumably Fengxue Temple also took this opportunity, hoping to increase the incense for the Immortal Terrace.
After Chen Pingan got the result from Qiushi, he was shocked. Fengleiyuan had lost both of the previous two battles. An ancestor and a famous swordsman in the middle of the generation died under the swords of their opponents in Zhengyang Mountain.
In the second battle between the ancestors, both of them died, but because the ancestor of Zhengyang Mountain fought for his last breath and died later than the sword cultivator of Fengleiyuan, Fengxue Temple judged Zhengyang Mountain as the winner according to the rules.
There are no crowds on the vast Immortal Terrace. A few buildings are densely clustered in the northeast corner. Only Aquarius Continent Qi Practitioners with both status and cultivation strength are qualified to climb the tower to watch the battle. The rest of the monks
, can only be viewed from a distance from other peaks in Fengxue Temple.
The huge Immortal Platform seems to be reserved only for the warring parties.
After talking with each other, Chen Ping'an discovered that Taoist Zhang Shanzhi had never even heard of Zhengyang Mountain and Fenglei Garden before. This was not surprising. Ju Luzhou Qi practitioners had always had a high self-esteem, and he had never heard of Jiuzhou.
Aquarius Continent, the smallest among them, has always been looked down upon. Perhaps only Shanya Academy, Guanhu Academy, Dali Cui Chan, martial artist Song Changjing and sword immortal Wei and Jin, these places and famous people, can gain the discernment of the Juluzhou monks.
Furthermore, with Taoist Zhang Shan's cultivation and vision, he is not on the same continent, so it is strange that he is familiar with the customs and customs of Aquarius Island.
Fenglei Garden and Zhengyang Mountain are feuding, and it is known throughout the continent. In the deepest part of the garden originating from Fenglei Garden, on the sword-testing ground, there is the body of a female founder of Zhengyang Mountain. After the battle, it has been exposed to the sun to this day. Fenglei Garden originally
Not only was he unwilling to return the body and let the Zhengyang Mountain disciples help him bury it, he even did not pull out the Fengleiyuan standard long sword that pierced his head. He just allowed the disciples and guests to watch at will.
Three hundred years.
What is a great shame and humiliation? This is it!
Zhengyang Mountain is the pinnacle of swordsmanship in Yizhou, and its swordsmanship has reached the sky. In the past three hundred years, it has been flourishing. In terms of the excellence of the youngest three generations, it has actually surpassed Fengleiyuan.
After Zhengyang Mountain, almost every sixty years someone would go to Fenglei Garden to challenge, trying to "invite" the ancestor's bones back and let her die in peace. However, the owner of Fenglei Garden who killed the female sword cultivator of Zhengyang Mountain at that time,
After that, he lived for another three hundred years. Even though many geniuses emerged in Zhengyang Mountain during the three hundred years, he was still unable to win in front of him. He was not that ruthless towards those who challenged him later, but it was still considered
Not being merciful, cutting off the Bridge of Eternal Life, or destroying the natal sword may mean that for sword cultivators in Zhengyang Mountain, life is actually worse than death, and it is better to die heroically in battle.
This is the origin of the allusion of Dongbaopingzhou: "One person crushes a mountain in Fengleiyuan".
Now that the owner of Fenglei Garden is finally dead, in the spring of the new year, it is rumored that the secret soldiers will be reincarnated, and it coincides with the agreed-upon Jiazi War. Although Fenglei Garden has been strictly guarded and hopes that this secret will not be leaked, Zhengyang Mountain does not know what to do.
Where did I know that the mountains and peaks were shaking and the crowd was excited. Some people dragged their families to the graves to burn incense and make toasts. There were decayed old people who were dying and were drunk. The young swordsmen of Zhengyang Mountain were even more determined to fight. Three hundred
After years of humiliation and resentment, I finally had the opportunity to vomit it all away.
In fact, after the two battles, Zhengyang Mountain did indeed win, and the victory was very beautiful, and everyone made a lot of face, so that in the final battle, the youngest generation decided the outcome, and the fight was not the same.
Fighting has become superfluous.
The maid Qiushi was a little worried. She felt that the last game was probably impossible. The sect called Fengleiyuan had already lost two games. At least in the second game, the ancestor of Fengleiyuan just missed a breath and saved some face.
If we lose the third game, it will be three games in a row, and the reputation of Feng Lei Garden will be completely ruined.
If Fengleiyuan stops now, it can still get the consolation of being willing to admit defeat.
Chen Ping'an thought of the swordsman Liu Baqiao who went into the mountains to look for Kaishu together, and suddenly said: "In the third game, Fengleiyuan will definitely fight."
Liu Baqiao was neither a friend nor an enemy to Chen Pingan. Among those foreign gods, he left a deep impression on Chen Pingan.
Chen Pingan simply thought that the sect that could teach Liu Baqiao would not back down like this.
as expected.
After some secret negotiations between Fengxue Temple, Zhengyang Mountain, and Fengxue Temple, the short stature of Fengxue Temple, who looked like a child, walked to the center of the Immortal Platform with a man and a woman, and announced the third battle.
About to start.
The one on the battlefield in Zhengyang Mountain is Su Jia. The woman is wearing a long sword and a sword gourd on her waist. She has a heroic appearance that can be said to be the most beautiful one in the country.
Fengleiyuan went out to fight, and was a closed disciple of the master of the garden. His name was Huang He, and he was carrying a huge sword box on his back. I don't know if he was hiding a big sword or if he had multiple long swords.
While almost everyone was paying attention to the two young sword cultivators, Chen Ping'an was quietly circulating the Qi in his body, looking intently, looking for a certain figure in the attic. Although the scroll was only that big, the reason for this matter
It is popular all over the world because the eyesight of Qi practitioners and pure martial artists is far beyond ordinary people. The world sees mustard seeds as mustard seeds, but Taoist ancestors seem to see a whole world. Ordinary people see a flower and a leaf as a flower leaf, but Buddha can
See a small world.
Chen Ping'an's eyes suddenly darkened, he grabbed a few pieces of tongue tea, put them into his mouth, and chewed them gently.
In the corridor on the top floor of a tall building, a burly old man in white clothes, with his arms folded across his chest, was overlooking the Shenxiantai Square. A delicate-looking girl was riding on the old man's head.
The old man is located in the center to the right. On this level behind the railing, there are all the ancestors of Zhengyang Mountain. They are both male and female. Each one has extraordinary weapons and sword energy, like a river flowing into the sea, and the energy flowing into a bullfight.
Chen Ping'an stared at the old man in white. After a moment, he changed his gaze. Another tall building was the viewing point left by the Immortal Terrace to Fenglei Garden. From top to bottom, the number of sword cultivators standing there was very few. Compared with the five in Zhengyang Mountain,
Jingjing Jianxiu was dispatched in full force, and there were only a handful of people accompanying Fengleiyuan on this trip, and most of them were young-looking juniors, such as Liu Baqiao, who was sitting on the railing in an inelegant manner. However, after losing both battles, Liu Baqiao
Baqiao looked solemn.
The poor Taoist priest looked attentively and murmured: "It has begun."
Qiushi smiled and said: "In the previous two sword fights, we were all aiming to kill our opponents. This fight does not need to determine the outcome, and it has nothing to do with the overall situation. I estimate that the fight will be fought back and forth, and it will not be like this again.
It was so bloody before."
Chen Pingan will not comment.
His thoughts were mainly on the Zhengyang Mountain Moving Ape.
Chen Ping'an silently memorized the faces in the attic where Zhengyang Mountain was located. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you make a clear target. Compared with the insinuations and hearsay in the future, the picture he sees now is the most intuitive and true. In the future, these people may be able to
It is a potential opponent who can stop him from climbing mountains to reason. Of course, that day is still far away. At the moment, Chen Ping, you are only a martial artist in the Three Realms. After all, no matter how strong the Three Realms are, they are only the Three Realms.
The old man in a Confucian shirt with a mink hat on his head said, "This little girl named Su Jia is a little confused."
Hit the mark.
The young sword cultivator on the far right habitually patted the scabbard lightly, "She lost. It's a pity that the sword gourd is so unkind to others. I'm afraid even Ju Luzhou won't be able to find a third one."
A prophecy.
After three moves, Su Jia took out his sword and the flying sword in his sword gourd. He was still beaten to the ground by the opponent's young swordsman named Huang He. It turned out that there was a large box behind the man containing
The small sword was almost like carrying a hornet's nest. It was not a flying sword, but he was good at controlling flying swords while distracted. He was so beaten that Su Jia had no way to fight back. Once, the flying sword pierced the arm of the hand holding the sword, and once he was cut off.
The red rope of the sword gourd was hung around her waist. The Fairy of Zhengyang Mountain, who was nailed into her left and right wrists by two flying swords for the last time and fell in a pool of blood, had fainted.
In fact, there are not many fairies in Aquarius Continent that really impress the public. He Xiaoliang, the beautiful girl of Shengao Sect, is the well-deserved number one. After that, Su Jia and three or four others are known as the fairies in Aquarius Continent. They are countless young people practicing Qi.
The goddess in the hearts of scholars has been admired for a long time. Some people even joked that after Su Jia became famous, the number of disciples accepted by Zhengyang Mountain every ten years was 30% more than before.
Sword repairman Huang He stood next to Su Jia, raised one foot, stepped on the excellent sword gourd, and gently twisted the sole of his foot.
The young swordsman from Fenglei Garden raised the corner of his mouth, looked around, and finally turned to look at the tall building where the founders of Zhengyang Mountain stood side by side.
From the center of his eyebrows, a flying sword as dark as ink flew out, buzzing. When the flying sword trembled, the sea of clouds and mountain winds around the entire Immortal Platform changed from light clouds to extremely noisy.
chaos.
After the public demonstration and provocation, the young man took back his natal flying sword and went to the tall building and said loudly: "Sixty years from now, I, Huang Hehui, will climb to the top of Zhengyang Mountain to test the sword, and then pick off a head and put it in Fenglei Garden."
On the top floor, there was a white-haired Patriarch of Zhengyang Mountain, with a flamboyant beard and an angry look. He couldn't help but go down and beat this arrogant little bastard to death.
On the top floor of the high-rise building where Fengleiyuan Sword Cultivator was located, the door suddenly opened, and a handsome swordsman in black walked out. He smiled and looked at the Zhengyang Mountain Patriarch who was about to make a move, "Zhou He, it's not good to rely on one's old man and give in to one's old age. Otherwise, I will come with you."
Are you having fun?"
After the sword cultivator walked out of the door, not only the white-haired Patriarch, but also everyone in the high-rise building in Zhengyang Mountain was shocked. Apart from the shock, there was also a trace of despair that they did not want to admit.
This person is none other than Li Tuanjing, the owner of Fenglei Garden. He is extremely talented and beautiful. He reached the tenth level at the age of forty. However, he never broke through for hundreds of years. It is unbelievable that even if he did not reach the upper five
Li Tuanjing is recognized as the strongest ten-level sword cultivator in Dongbaopingzhou!
Before the Wei and Jin Dynasties broke through and entered the eleventh realm of Land Sword Immortal, they thought they could not match this man.
Wasn't it agreed that Li Tuanjing would be killed in the army?
Li Tuanjing no longer paid attention to the surprised ancestors of Zhengyang Mountain. He raised his head and looked at all the people watching the battle behind the scenes with a smile.
As the breeze lingered, with a flick of his wrist, Li Tuanjing smiled and said one word: "Cut."
After the wisp of breeze left the black-clothed sword cultivator, it instantly turned into a majestic and huge sword energy, spinning in a circle above the Immortal Platform, instantly cutting off the connection between the Immortal Platform of Fengxue Temple and the outside world.
The people in the scroll were stunned.
Outside the scroll, they looked at each other.
In the scroll, on the Immortal Terrace and on the high building, Li Tuanjing neither made trouble for anyone nor said any harsh words. He just stood there in a daze, looking at the sea of clouds in the distance that had returned to its relaxed posture.
This made Fengxue Temple feel relieved.
As the strongest ten-level sword cultivator, Li Tuanjing's killing power is obvious to all.
When a Qi practitioner is praised as someone's "best", especially within a continent, he must be a very terrifying existence.
For example, the youngest pure martial artist of the Nine Realms, Song Changjing, the king of the Great Li vassal, had already demonstrated the strength of the legendary Ten Realm martial arts during the siege of the capital.
Breaking Li Tuanjing's record and becoming the youngest swordsman in the tenth realm, Wei Jin is now an immortal in the upper five realms, standing high above the rest.
The Yellow River of Fengxue Temple, carrying the sword box on its back, slowly returns to the tall building.
On the other side of Zhengyang Mountain, people began to rush to rescue Su Jia.
Li Tuanjing put his hands behind his back and smiled.
Even if I only have my last breath left, I will still strangle your Zhengyang Mountain neck. Even if your bones will be taken away from Fenglei Garden by my disciples and grandchildren, I will still not be happy at all.
Take a look.
Three hundred years ago, if you betrayed my sincerity, I would teach you that the entire Zhengyang Mountain would not be able to hold your head up for three hundred years.
You have made those juniors from the mountain sect who were lucky enough to become sword immortals to have no shame in holding a celebration. They can only hide in the sea of clouds on the top of the mountain and sigh.
Even if I am going to die now, so what?
Are you satisfied now?
Li Tuanjing recovered his thoughts, turned around and walked towards the stairs going downstairs, patting the railings lightly with his palms.
Li Tuanjing walked to the next floor and came to a young man.
Liu Baqiao finally waited until the war was over, his lips trembling.
Li Tuanjing smiled and said: "Baqiao, seeing the woman you love being humiliated, watching her sword heart collapse, because the enemy camp was unable to save her, and feeling the same pain, can't help it, isn't it hard?"
Liu Baqiao suddenly came to his senses and was about to jump off the railing, but Li Tuanjing reached out to stop him, "Just sit down."
Liu Baqiao said guiltily: "The owner of the garden..."
Li Tuanjing smiled and said: "It's okay, it's okay. I just fell in love with a woman I shouldn't like. It's nothing. The sky won't fall. There's no need to feel guilty about it."
Liu Baqiao didn't know how to answer. He didn't want to say deceptive words against his will, and he felt ashamed of his sect and the owner of the garden.
Li Tuanjing asked: "Su Jia has been in ruins since then. It is estimated that the sword gourd will be taken away by Zhengyang Mountain. Once the sword heart is destroyed, the spirit of this fairy who originally made you kids feel ashamed will collapse."
Now, she will no longer be a fairy, maybe even worse than a registered female cultivator in Zhengyang Mountain. Baqiao, I just want to know, will you still like her?"
Liu Baqiao sobbed: "I've loved it all my life. Garden owner, am I hopeless?"
Li Tuanjing sighed: "Silly boy, you are very good."
"Then just keep liking it like this. But don't delay your sword practice. You must know that you have always been a person I like very much, no worse than Huang He. I didn't tell you this before because it was useless. The reason why I can tell you now
Yes, it’s because there is no chance in the future.”
Liu Baqiao turned his head and said, "The owner of the garden?"
Li Tuanjing suddenly asked: "Practice your sword well, and try to bury my bones with that one in the future. Baqiao, if the wind and water turn around, Zhengyang Mountain will be in full swing at that time, crushing our Fenglei Garden."
How should you act like a person with your tail on your back?"
Liu Baqiao no longer had the shame or courage to sit on the railing and stood in the corridor, solemnly saying: "Sword cultivators, of course, use swords to reason."
Li Tuanjing joked: "Hey, it looks like me when I was young."
Then Li Tuanjing looked into the distance and said with a smile: "Remember, between men and women, this method will not work. From now on, don't think that you are good at swordsmanship and just do it like this. When talking to the woman you love, you still have to..."
"Be gentle, you still need to say some love words."
Li Tuanjing turned his head and looked at the retreat disciple Huang He who was walking slowly from the stairs.
Looking at the two young men, the strongest ten-level qi practitioner in Aquarius Continent smiled casually and said: "After my death, Fenglei Garden will be left to you two to shoulder the responsibility."
Huang He looked indifferent, "Master, I am enough."
Liu Baqiao said with a playful smile: "This is a good relationship. Those who can do more work, so I don't need to shoulder the burden."
Li Tuanjing laughed heartily and pointed at the Yellow River, "The sword cultivator has infinite killing power and is famous all over the world. It belongs to you."
Then he turned his finger to Liu Baqiao, "The swordsmanship is so chic and unrestrained, the wine and the beauty are yours."
Li Tuanjing finally said leisurely: "In short, they all belong to our Fenglei Garden."
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On the Kun ship heading to Nanjian Kingdom, the burly man next to the woman sarcastically said: "Except for the black-clothed swordsman who appeared at the end, who is somewhat capable, the other three battles were average. If we put them all together,
Luzhou, how can you have the nerve to put on such a big show?"
The woman nodded and smiled: "That sword gourd is really good. I wonder if I have a chance to buy it."
The old grandma who stood with her hands in awe smiled and said, "Madam, all you have to do is tell me your house number, and it won't be difficult to win the sword-raising gourd."
In the seat on the far left, the old man in a Confucian shirt wearing a mink hat really couldn't stand the noise from the next door and the endless instructions. Ever since the first battle, those guys nearby have been nitpicking, saying something doesn't work here and that doesn't work.
Annoyed to death, the old man tilted his head and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, "The swordsmanship of the three of them is not comparable to that of our Ju Luzhou swordsmen, but the three battles were fought with high spirits and full of fun.
What else do you want?"
The tall man said sternly: "Is this old guy looking for death?"
The old man sneered and said: "So what if I'm looking for death? Why don't we make a life-or-death arrangement and let others watch the fun in Fenglei Garden and Zhengyang Mountain? If we lose, I'll admit defeat. If we win, I'll fuck your concubine for the third time."
How about three days and three nights?"
Don't nag, just do what you say.
The polite and cowardly man next to the woman became the troubled peacemaker, "If you have something to say, say it well, say it well... We are all from Juluzhou when we are away from home, so why should we hurt our harmony..."
The tall and thin woman with a shriveled figure, instead of getting angry, turned her head to look with interest and said with a smile: "It's a pity that you are a bit old. I guess your waist is too old to withstand my mother's repeated tossing. Fighting under the bed."
Fighting in bed is very different. Right, old bacon?"
"I bother!"
The old man spat again, "Don't say it's you, you bamboo pole bitch, I'll do it with you, that pretty boy!"
Chen Pingan was stunned when he heard this.
Why does it feel like I'm back in Mud Bottle Lane and Xinghua Lane?
The young swordsman on the far right turned his head and said impatiently: "If you want to fight, then fight quickly. Stop gossiping and don't dirty our ears!"
Well, here comes another bad-tempered one. Instead of breaking up the fight, he only adds fuel to the fire.
Chen Ping'an has a headache. Could it really be a fight?
The female swordsman with her hair in a bun with a small sword was indifferent to this. She just raised her head and looked at the scroll, seeming to be recalling the spirit and spirit contained in the three deadly battles.
Fortunately, the captain who had dealt with Wei Bo before walked over with a smile and glanced at everyone, starting with the old man in a scholar's shirt. Every time he saw someone, he clasped his fists and called out a title: "Mr. Jian Weng, Qing Weng."
Madam Gu, Mr. Hulu, can you give me some face and forget it for today?"
It doesn't matter if the three parties don't want to sell the ship owner's face, or even sell some thin noodles to Dajioshan, but when the ship owner gives three simple names, things become simple.
The old man in Confucian shirt nicknamed Sword Urn is an extremely famous weird sword cultivator in the south of Julu Continent. His level is not too high, he is in the Golden Core realm and he has no family or sect, but he is good at raising swords in ancient urns and often helps him for free.
He cultivates the sword in the middle five realms and nourishes the flying sword, so he makes friends all over the world.
Mrs. Qinggu is not a sword cultivator, but she has a godfather who is a tenth-level swordsman who is extremely protective of her children. She also possesses an extremely unreasonable magic weapon. In addition, the woman herself is also a seventh-level martial arts master, proficient in close range.
Fighting in person, the reputation is illustrious.
As for the young swordsman whose surname is Hu Lv, he is even more famous in Juluzhou, and he has no other branches.
There is an ancestor of the Yupu Realm in the family who is a land swordsman. He is one of the swordsmen who led the team to Daoxuan Mountain before. He has an upright personality and is a close friend of Yizhou Taoist Xie Shi. The current head of the Hulu family is
The Grand Governor of one of the largest dynasties in the eastern part of Juluzhou was a weak scholar who had no power to tie a chicken due to his innate inability to practice. However, he ended up with 300,000 soldiers and nearly a thousand sword cultivators under his command. He had the "Thousand Swords"
"Handsome" reputation.
It’s not that Dajiu Mountain is afraid of three parties. It’s not that it’s strong enough to compete with the Hulu family, but it’s so far away that it’s beyond reach. As for Mrs. Qinggu, who likes to raise faces, and Mr. Jianweng, a casual cultivator, Dajiu Mountain
Of course, we are not afraid of mountains, but the visitor is a guest, so there is no reason to make enemies when doing business.
The old man groaned, leaned forward, leaned out, turned to look at the young swordsman, and asked loudly: "Young man named Hu Lu, who are you, Hu Lu Yinzi?"
The young swordsman said angrily: "This is my brother-in-law. He has been in seclusion for many years. Do you know him?"
The old man slapped his leg and said, "Haha, when Hulu Yinzi was young, he was so boring that he went to a brothel for the first time and I took him there! After that, he followed me every day for three days.
Later, I only heard that there are people in the world who are prostitutes like your brother-in-law. I have lived to a lot of years and I have only met one person in my life!"
The young swordsman's face turned red, and he quickly and carefully glanced at the female swordsman next to him. After seeing nothing strange, he relaxed slightly and said righteously to the bad old man: "My brother-in-law is not this kind of person!"
The old man in a scholar's shirt rolled his eyes, "I and your brother-in-law have a real friendship that helps each other push each other's butts. You know nothing!"
The young swordsman was struck by lightning.
The female swordsman finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily: "Shut up!"
The old man laughed and said: "Wow, you are such a fierce little woman. Come on, your boy will suffer a lot."
The young swordsman knew that something was going to happen, but he just didn't have time to warn him.
The female swordsman's face was as cold as ice, "If you speak rudely and uncontrollably, I will smash your dog teeth!"
Used to tie up black hair, the already extremely small "hairpin" flying sword has no edge and is exquisite and slender.
But as soon as it left the black hair on the master's head, the tail of the sword bloomed with a bright white light, and the trajectory of the flying sword stretched out an extremely long dazzling white line in the air.
Flying swords in the world are known for their swiftness and difficulty in defense, but this woman's small sword is even faster than expected.
too fast!
Eye-opener.
Chen Ping'an's mind moved slightly.
"Oh my god, it hurts me so much!"
The old man in Confucian shirt covered his mouth, blood was flowing, and his speech was slurred.
It turned out that the flying sword pierced the mouth and directly shattered one of the old man's front teeth.
Instead of being angry, the old man laughed, feeling extremely happy. He slapped his legs with both hands, sprayed a mouthful of blood and spit, and shouted with all his strength: "What a 'electric switch'. It is indeed one of the fastest flying swords in Juluzhou. It is well-deserved. It’s well-deserved!”
Even Mrs. Qinggu was a little frightened.
Another ancestor who is a descendant of an immortal swordsman.
Moreover, compared to the powerful Hulu family, the previous owner of the "Electric Switch" was single-handedly powerful and extremely powerful.
He once walked alone in the divine continent of Middle Earth with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. His sword was named "Tiger Si" and his flying sword was "Electric Switch".
Although Chen Pingan didn't know the secrets at the top of Ju Luzhou Mountain, and they all spoke in Ju Luzhou Yayan, which Chen Pingan couldn't understand at all, there was no doubt that this was a stormy fight between gods.
So he sat there obediently, ready to run away at any time if something went wrong.
Fortunately, after these days of chatting and Chun Shui Qiushi's explanation, it became clear that it would not be too strange to encounter any gods on this Kun ship that spans three continents.
As for the Aquarius Continent under Kun's boat, there are actually not so many shocking things in the marketplace. This is not only true for the small Dong Aoping Continent, but it is also the same for Julu Continent, which is vast in land and rich in resources and has countless swordsmen.
After the female sword cultivator returned the flying sword to its sheath, she smiled apologetically at the captain of Dajiu Mountain, and the latter felt reassured.
In fact, with her help to make the final decision, things will not be complicated and will only end early.
Sure enough, the three parties became quiet, and the tense atmosphere that had been tense before was gone.
At this moment, when Chen Ping'an was in the small town or in Luolu Mountain, he actually didn't feel that the world was so dangerous, and he was far from the desperate and numb state of mind of the boy in Tsing Yi.
But after seeing the battle of swordsmen in the flower and bird banners, and watching the gods fighting close at hand, Chen Pingan told himself in his heart: Chen Pingan, don't just drink alcohol, practice boxing more diligently, practice swordplay early. .
Chen Ping'an subconsciously turned his head and looked at the sky outside the Kun ship. He was fascinated by flying with his sword, passing through clouds and rain, and keeping company with birds.