Chapter 261 A sword comes from the sea of ??clouds
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 than you about Fan Junmao. But back 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 and said: "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 words that hurt your feelings. What a fate it is that we can 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."
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. And the Fan family's heir apparent
The woman has advanced by leaps and bounds. From the Dongfu realm where Fan and Zheng met for the first time, to a round trip to Dali and back to Old Dragon City, when she stood at the door of the alley medicine shop, she was already in the Golden Elixir realm. This kind of realm has climbed.
The speed could no longer be explained by some unparalleled monastic genius. It was too appalling. The Yin Shen surnamed Zhao could not help but think of a certain girl who grew up in Lizhu Cave. She cultivated on the mountain and had all the enviable and amazing talents.
No match for 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, Yunhai."
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, "What kind of elder do you think you are? You look so rich."
The girl blinked, "We are relatives and we are still separated, so what should we do to avoid separation?"
Zheng Dafeng made a move 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, "We are brothers and sisters, we are brothers and sisters. Husband and wife should respect each other as guests, and they should also 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 read and read, but she didn't like to talk to Zheng Dafeng. Later, the shopkeeper shamelessly borrowed the book, and after borrowing it, she didn't even plan to return it.
The drug store owner was not ashamed to cheat the store clerk with the dozens of pennies. Later, the man simply said that she had lost it. She was so angry that she picked up a broom and beat her up. The man had no choice but to say that the money for the book would be counted later together.
The monthly salary was calculated as one hundred cents. The girl gave up now. Anyway, she had read the book and kept it at home. If her parents, who have been partial to her younger brother since childhood, found out, they might even scold her for being a prodigal.
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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 pharmacy?"
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 towards the alley outside the drug store. A storm was coming.
The legitimate daughter of the Jiang family of 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 smoky atmosphere are none of my business.
He glanced at a woman and thought, why don't he spend some money to buy some expensive and close-fitting dresses for them to wear? In the summer, if they sweat a little or something, they will become more curvy.
Exquisitely exposed, 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 gleaming frost and snow armor, what about Fan Junmao who saw through the secrets of heaven... It's not too late to tell when the matter comes.
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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 unbelievable.
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.
, it is indeed 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 Ping'an's body.
The voices are 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 the heart, it was like a visitor knocking on the door three times, stabbing the door of the heart with a sharp weapon. It was cold to the bone and penetrated into the soul, making people involuntarily think.
When he was about to shudder, Chen Ping'an's expression remained unchanged and he had his own way of dealing with it. The martial artist's pure true energy, which was as strong as a fire dragon, quickly wandered in from elsewhere and instantly smoothed out the three potholes where the cold sword intent was condensed.
Chen Pingan said: "Mr. Ma, come again."
The old sword cultivator looked calm. He was already muttering 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 mostly 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 their own paths and rats have their own paths. The three souls are no exception. Each has its own 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 Pingan, 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, there 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 their body, refining their Qi and refining their spirit, from the outside to the inside, progressively, and they can continuously feed back the physical body, so their bodies are strong.
Naturally, he is more outstanding than the Qi Practitioner. In the final analysis, in the eyes of the monks on the mountain, what they pursue is not the Dao, but themselves. In fact, the life span of a martial artist is short, three hundred years old, which can be said to be the pinnacle, far less than the 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 that
Use your own strength and use that breath of pure Qi to support yourself.
The euphemistic name is, 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 human body and the small cave. With the same force of heaven and earth, it is naturally easier to live a long and immortal life.
At this moment, Chen Pingan felt a cramping pain in his soul, the kind that he felt when he did it himself.
It's a pity that Chen Ping'an is still the same sword furnace, motionless as a mountain.
Ma Zhi raised his eyebrows.
Although he had a lot of power in his shots, he still had the vision of the Golden Core Realm. The top flaws of a martial artist in the Four Realms would be as big as a dustpan in Ma Zhi's eyes, with water leaking everywhere and full of loopholes. So Chen Ping'an's time
Nodding, it 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 enough. The beating Chen Pingan suffered in Luo Shan Bamboo House, with a skinny body, was "enjoyed" by a ten-level martial artist.
The old man surnamed Cui's divine drumming style, three souls and seven souls, and the steaming clouds and swamp style and the iron cavalry chisel formation are all the essence of the martial arts that the old man has learned all his life.
A move that I am proud of.
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 sword breaths, 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 is really unable to catch Chen Ping'an's flaw, unless he can forcefully break through it 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 boxing didn't bother to say it.
Ma Zhi had a little desire to win, and then drew 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 Ping'an'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 Laojianxian to increase his strength. He always felt that it would make the old man's face uneasy, which was not appropriate. But although the three wisps of sword energy were sharp and gloomy,
, like a plow ox plowing a field, using sword energy to forcibly plow out three ravines on the three illusory post roads in the body, just like three winter streams flowing in his heart, which makes his heart feel cold. However, Chen Ping'an suffered this kind of pain when he was in Zhulou.
It’s still an “appetizer”.
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 someone else'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 a 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.
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When Chen Ping'an changed from Shanshan 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
This punch will never come out.
It's 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 amazing posture, after decades or even hundreds of years of hard work, I would have experienced it again and again.
It's just a battle to the death, but how old is the young man in front of you?
Ma Zhi didn't know how many times he felt 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 any 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, and calling him a coward little bitch. Among them were some old men who were not treating him peacefully at all, but were insulting him.
The whole world resounded with his heartfelt words.
As soon as this punch is released, the god who has brought down the power of heaven will be beaten back to the heaven!
If you want to fight to make the difference between heaven and earth, my punch will stand up to the sky and the earth!
Chen Pingan blurted out: "Please draw the sword!"
Hearing such slightly provocative words from a junior young man, the old swordsman didn't look displeased at all. With a thought, the flying sword and cool shadow changed from reality to reality, like a cavalry charge to open up territory for the monarch.
Chen Ping'an's face turned slightly pale, he clenched his fists tightly, moved his fist frame slightly, and 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 down 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 blur, 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 slamming the palms together to swat a fly.
"It's not wise to be so trusting."
Ma Zhi sneered, put his two fingers together and lifted them up, secretly increasing the weight of the sword's intention.
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 Mai.
In the sky above, he was hit with a powerful punch, 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 swordsman in the Golden Core Realm cannot teach a small martial artist in the Fourth Realm!"
The old man took a step back solemnly, held his back with one hand, and pinched the sword secret with the other hand, and said sternly: "Chen Ping'an, the real sword test has officially begun! The flying sword shade 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 a sword in the cool shade of one's destiny. I hope there will no longer be scorching heat in the world, and wherever the flying sword passes, there will be a cool resort.
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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 worldly food. Looking at the cold face of my proud disciple, even at this moment, eating normally shows a natural elegance. I thought, 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 Jin Su, of course he does, but the woman doesn't want to tell the truth, because she doesn't think Jin Su and Sun Jiashu can become a couple of gods. As Jin Su's husband, 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 this 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 bit 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 have underestimated 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 potion to 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 with a body and a maid life. I usually cook tea and play the piano for the guests, clean the courtyard, play chess with them, and sing poems and songs. I also
I'm 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 wiped his fingers carefully, "Why don't I just go?"
Not long after Jin Su left the small courtyard, she returned soon and brought a group of guests from other continents with an astonishing momentum. 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 definitely not an ordinary guest of the Fan family. Although the master had never been very secretive about his inheritance and his spiritual journey, Jin Su could be sure.
One thing, with 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 monk on duty every time they go back and forth 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 for those goods which are the unique products of Tongyezhou, Jinsu, a sweet-scented osmanthus girl, of course has no way of knowing. She only heard that they are important figures 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 an excellent 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 are calling me for?"
The young man narrowed his eyes and stared, "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 Yu Gui Sect. Now our sect just lacks a cross-continental ferry. I wonder if Mrs. Gui is interested in joining the Yu Gui 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 pay a lot of copper coins to compensate the Fan family! I believe that the Fan family dare not, do not want and will not reject my proposal.
, Mrs. Gui, what do you think?"
East Aquarius Continent is the smallest of the nine continents. Tongye Continent adjacent to the southeast is not small. It is much larger than Fuyao Continent. Moreover, Tongye Continent’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 will rush to Tongye Continent all the way, each with their own needs. In the end, these monks were "relegated"
A monk who lands in a blessed land as an "immortal" can earn a higher income than many blessed lands.
On the map of Tongyezhou, Tongye Sect and Yugui Sect stand side by side, one in the north and the other in the south.
The young man from Tongyezhou who helped the Ding family escape the disaster 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 its strength.
This point is similar to the fact that Ju Luzhou in the northeast dares to steal the word "North" from Aai'aizhou and calls itself 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 lineage."
The Jiang man smiled and said, "Since Mrs. Gui knows that, but she still has such a lukewarm attitude, she must think that Yu Guizong and the Fan family of Old Longcheng are not on the same continent, but separated by Tongye Continent, 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 concerning the Taoism involves the true intention of cultivating Taoism and cannot be violated easily. I accept Mr. Jiang's good intentions."
The man straightened up and asked, "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 said with a laugh: "It's a joke, but it's not true. Madam Gui, don't worry, our Yugui Sect leader 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 and 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: "Mrs. Gui is very kind. As my young master said, Yu Guizong is indeed very sincere in inviting you. I sincerely ask you to consider it seriously. I hope that sixty
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 Clan."
Aunt Gui nodded gently.
The two sides said goodbye.
She slowly walked back to the small courtyard, raised her head and glanced in the direction of Laolongcheng, feeling a little 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 made the woman think of the underground river corridor for no reason, and she made fun of the little drunkard who held a sword gourd and raised his head to drink.
, why did he suffer retribution so soon? When the woman thought of this, she became angry. She stood up straight, picked up a handful of small clouds that contained the true meaning of rain from the sea of clouds, threw them into her mouth, and treated them as drinks.
After swallowing and chewing the tasteless "Yunjiu", she felt extremely bad.
She looked at the Osmanthus Island on the sea with cold eyes, and jumped backwards, 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 began 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 Old Dragon City.
On the sea, the ferry to Guihua Island is already 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.
Jiang Beihai stood on the spot with his arms above his head. The robe was fluttering 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. He 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 at the Golden Core Realm could only feel his mind wavering.
Chen Ping'an has closed his eyes and feels the wonderfulness of that sword with his heart.