Chapter 337 Fist is too hard, fine wine is delicious
The essence of the divine man's drumming style lies in the traction between the two fists, just like the sunset and the moon rising in the sky. The birth, old age, illness and death of the world are extremely regulated and inevitable.
Chen Ping'an, who has reached the fifth level, has been able to separate his soul into three parts after the battle at Guniu Mountain in the Ouhua Blessed Land. Unfortunately, he can only hold on for one breath, but he cooperates with the unreasonable god who beats the drum.
As long as one punch is enough, it seems more than enough.
After one punch hit the eunuch, there was a dull sound like the sound of drums on the battlefield, followed by dozens of punches in an instant, punches hitting the flesh.
Chen Ping'an, the two souls, returned to their positions.
After all, he is not an orthodox qi practitioner. If his soul is separated from his body for too long, his essence will be damaged.
On the other hand, looking back at the eunuch's first attack, Jiuniang and Yao Lingzhi were not only shocked by the great eunuch's high level of cultivation, but also the fact that the yin spirit could leave the body and the yang spirit travel far away at the same time. This was clearly an earthly immortal.
Cultivation, in fact, these Yao people have an unbelievable meaning. Didn't they agree that Daquan Shou Gonghuai was the great master of martial arts? How did he become a mountain immortal who cultivated Taoism and lived forever?
The royal eunuch of the Daquan Dynasty made a miscalculation. He did not expect that the robe on Chen Ping'an's body was of such high quality that it could block the killer weapon of his Yin God, who could stretch out his arms and rip out his heart.
, there are several great masters in the Daquan Jianghu who died by this hand. There will not be a real scene of blood dripping, but it will make a person's "heart" dry and instantly cut off the connection between the heart veins and all the acupoints. After death,
Death is like a rotten tree, a bit like breaking the Bridge of Immortality with one punch.
Eunuchs are regarded as great masters of martial arts, not because they are some clumsy trick to deliberately deceive their opponents, but because this person has a body worthy of the name of a master, with strong energy and blood, and tough muscles and bones, which is comparable to the peak of the six realms of pure martial arts.
Therefore, whether it is a close combat, a confrontation with mountain magic, a long-distance attack with a magic weapon, or a eunuch wearing a python suit, he is the least afraid of exchanging lives with others.
But after receiving the second punch, the eunuch realized that something was wrong. It wasn't that his opponent's punch was so powerful, but that he shouldn't be able to dodge it.
After five punches, the eunuch had a clear idea and roughly sorted out the context of this person's punch.
After ten punches, the eunuch seemed to have completely given up the idea of evading and did not avoid the fight.
Instead, he chose to trade injury for injury.
During this period, Feijian Chuyi and Fifteen respectively focused on the eunuch's Yinshen and Yangshen.
A eunuch in python suit who looks like a pure martial artist but is actually a Qi practitioner, and Chen Ping'an who looks like a swordsman but is actually a pure martial artist.
The two of them were in a small space, between their arms. This fight was very rough. Compared with Sui's sword on the right side on the second floor to meet the enemy, the swords between Lu Baixiang and Xu Qingzhou were fierce. Wei outside the inn door
Xian was so beaten that he was so angry that he was surrounded by radiant magic weapons and a myriad of things.
The fight between Chen Ping'an and the eunuch Daquan has nothing but the word "quick". It is boring and boring, but extremely dangerous.
The two tables of servants had already hid at the stairs. They were well aware of the chaos in the inn and were not even qualified to intervene.
Zhu Lian, the only one who was idle about this, did not stop him or even look at him.
The scholar named Zhong leaned against the counter and looked at Chen Pingan.
He has traveled far and wide, and has never seen a pure martial artist who can perform a kind of boxing with such... smoothness.
Since you are young, you have to travel a long way and see many mountains and rivers, right?
There is no murderous, violent, and ferocious aura, and there is not even a strong aura to win.
But the momentum is still quite strong.
The scholar was a little curious as to what the purpose of this young man's boxing was.
However, when the manpower is exhausted, the counterattack with the fist force that one's own body can bear is to kill one thousand enemies and damage oneself eight hundred. Facing the famous Daquan guard Huai Lili, if the young man's boxing skills stop here,
Even if he tried his best to get injured and successfully "killed" Li Li with one last punch, it was still not enough, far from enough.
There is a reason why pure martial artists are not valued by the world and are not respected by temples, but instead worship those who practice Taoism.
Thousands of spells can be destroyed with one sword.
This sentence is widely circulated in the mountains. Many people think that they are afraid of the killing power of sword cultivators. In fact, it is not entirely true. Thousands of words have already revealed the power of sword cultivators.
Chen Ping'an's last punch was like a god beating the drum, and he really punched the eunuch in the python suit to pieces. Even the scarlet python suit seemed like nothingness.
But when Chen Ping'an discovered that there was no blood splattered, he knew something was wrong. He immediately used the Zhenshen head posture, which is a classic sword technique, and used it as a fist. He took a defensive posture and retreated again and again. Fortunately, Chu Yi's stab failed inexplicably.
, has appeared in front of me, and with the golden wine robe on my body, I should be able to get a new breath of pure energy.
The world of Haoran is not a blessed land. Here, fellow martial artists and all Qi practitioners will stare at the moment of breathing of a pure martial artist.
Eunuch Li Li's move was like the death talisman of the formation master outside Feiying Castle. It had the same purpose, except that Li Li used the destruction and dissipation of a Yang God to replace his real body and transfer the Feijian Chuyi's confrontation.
In terms of position, Chen Ping'an's unrestrained divine drumming style was already at the end of his strength.
The dissipation of Yang Shen only made Li Li's incomplete Zhanran Golden Pill dim a little.
The Yin God once again used the method of digging out the heart. His five fingers were like hooks, and he penetrated in like a fist smashing paper. The golden robe was like rice paper with excellent toughness, which prevented Chen Ping'an's soul from being shattered.
His heart was protected, but Jin Li was also restrained. Not only that, Chu Yi, the flying sword that stood in front of Chen Ping'an, was stuck in the mud and imprisoned in the body of the Yin God.
Li Li had already appeared beside Chen Pingan, slapped Zhen Shen's fist away with his palm, took a step forward, put his fingers together, and stabbed Chen Pingan in the temple.
Chen Pingan slid out sideways.
Li Li's strength does not lie in the fact that he is half an earthly immortal on the threshold of the golden elixir realm, but in his ability to both attack and defend without relying on external objects.
It is even more difficult to say whether Li Li has the magic weapon to beat the bottom of the box.
Li Li did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him. He stood on the spot. The palm that had previously knocked Zhenshen's head off had already been clenched into a fist, and then he quickly released it. When the palm of his hand was spread out, the lines on the palm began to twist and turn, and the threads were bright red. Finally, it looked like
It turned into a vermilion talisman and struck Chen Pingan's temple with his two fingers together. It passed by in the palm of his hand. Li Li silently recited the word "open talisman" in his heart.
Chen Ping'an, who was just about to try his best to breathe, felt that the mountains were pressing down on him, and on the golden robe, on his sleeves and shoulders, there were talismans blooming with spiritual light.
Blood flowed from Chen Pingan's temple.
"I also have a punch, and it will be treated as a hospitality courtesy of my Daquan Dynasty."
Li Li walked forward with a smile. While saying this, the old eunuch with long sleeves in his python robe tilted his head to avoid Chu Yi who was stabbing him in the back of the head. He held the flying sword between his fingers and threw it gently, hitting it just in time.
Fifteen not far away.
In one step, he arrived in front of Chen Ping'an.
Li Li's left hand with the talisman in the palm seemed to be placed lightly on Chen Pingan's heart, and his right hand punched the back of his hand.
Like a heavy hammer hitting a nail, the nail is firmly driven into the golden wine of the robe, with great force and force.
Chen Pingan took a few steps back.
Li Li followed him like a shadow, still hitting the palm with his fists, and then hitting him with another punch. The golden robe on Chen Ping'an's body fluttered violently, and the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers and the martial arts energy in his sleeves shattered and splashed everywhere.
Chen Pingan retreated again and again.
Li Li did not follow this time. He just stretched out his fingers and twisted a golden rope that appeared out of thin air around his neck. He pulled hard and brought up a blood groove on his neck. Li Li was completely unaware of these injuries and allowed the
It was the golden rope that bound the demon rope wrapped around his wrist. The cuffs of the python suit had been torn and broken, leaving iron-green marks on his arm. Li Li clicked his tongue and said: "I have a lot of good things on my body, and it's another magic weapon. It's a pity."
You are neither a swordsman nor a Qi practitioner, so you used it poorly, otherwise I would not have had the chance to deliver my third punch to you so quickly."
It turned out that after Li Li's right hand was entangled by the golden demon-binding rope, his left hand with the talisman on it clenched his fist again and pointed at Chen Ping'an's forehead. Chen Ping'an's eyebrows felt as if he had been hit hard, and his skin cracked and blood oozed out.
His head fell backwards, but Chen Ping'an stepped heavily on the ground step by step, preventing himself from falling backwards.
A haze flashed in the depths of Li Li's eyes. Behind him were the two flying swords of Chu Yi and Fifteen, entangled with his out-of-body Yin God.
Li Li sneered and said: "Two little guys, you are as loyal as Yao. Unfortunately, you don't seem to be the one you are destined for, so your power is greatly reduced. If I can erase your spirituality, maybe you can be used by me, which is an unexpected surprise.
"
The Yin God actually gave birth to three heads and six arms in an instant. It was beyond recognition. It no longer looked like Li Li's "middle-aged eunuch", but the faces of three gods of the martial arts temple of the Daquan Dynasty. They were a strong man with a big beard, an elegant Confucian general, and a general.
A dull old man, with three pairs of arms, holding a pair of iron maces, a pair of axes and an iron spear filled with incense.
Although Li Li was slightly distracted to pay attention to the "collision" between Yin Shen and the two flying swords, it did not prevent him from being wary of Chen Ping'an.
The Oquan Shou Gonghuai, who is well-known among the countries in the central Tongye Continent, lost the first move but gained the upper hand later. However, he did not expect that the boy had received so many punches. His temple was still bleeding profusely and he still looked like a man.
Just like a normal person, he was severely injured. The spiritual energy that is more mysterious than a boxing intention, not only did not fall to the bottom, but it is still rising?
But it doesn't matter. Li Li can still cut flesh with a blunt knife and slowly wear away the young man's strength. Even if the young man throws another random punch, the worst he can do is temporarily lose his Yin Shen, but the young man's body and soul will definitely not be able to sustain it.
Come on. It's not that Li Li doesn't want to fight quickly, but there is really no way to make a final decision. An ordinary seventh-level martial artist or a monk in the Dragon Gate level would have been killed by him twice.
Lu Baixiang was at a disadvantage in his fight with Xu Qingzhou.
First of all, Lu Baixiang is not as good as Wei Xian. He has just stepped out of the painting and has not yet adapted to the infusion of spiritual energy in the vast world. Secondly, Xu Qingzhou is wearing the Golden Crow Jingwei armor. If it weren't for the narrow knife in his hand that stopped the snow, he would be the immortal of the deceased Nascent Soul of Taiping Mountain.
The relics, I'm afraid Lu Baixiang will be unable to fight back.
However, Lu Baixiang had stab wounds with visible bones on his chest and shoulders. The founder of the Ouhua Blessed Demon Sect still looked calm, as if he was far more interested in Daquan general Xu Qingzhou's swordsmanship than in defeating this man.
Sui Youyou's fight with Xu Tong of Caomu'an, although she was a martial artist, was more like a contest between two qigong practitioners.
Xu Tong obviously regarded this woman as a swordsman. Even if it was difficult, it would be fine as long as she was not a swordsman who cultivated her natal flying sword.
Outside the door, Wei Xian was having a good fight.
With a steady stream of powerful energy, coupled with the nectar armor given by Chen Ping'an, the minor injuries caused by the fish that slipped through the net are neither painful nor itchy.
Both sides were fighting, but they were actually always paying attention to the outcome of the eunuchs Li Li and Chen Ping'an.
Sui Zuoyi was the first to ask: "Young Master?"
The scarred Chen Pingan could only shake his head and said nothing.
A breath of pure Qi can only be hung up all the time and dare not be changed.
Li Lixiao asked: "Why, just such a trick?"
If Chen Ping'an wasn't wearing golden wine, or if he was smelling of blood, the entire inn would have been able to smell it.
Li Li "nailed" the talisman in his palm into Chen Pingan's heart. The golden wine only blocked most of it, but the smaller half still penetrated into his heart.
It's no different than the pain of heartbreak.
The cold sweat on his forehead and the blood on his face mixed together, dripping down the young man's face and falling to the ground.
Li Li's heart became more murderous.
Li Li was just waiting for Chen Ping'an's true energy to run out. If his body hurt, the young man in front of him could force it down with perseverance, but as soon as his true energy was exhausted, Li Li's chance would come. He could afford to wait, Chen
Ping An couldn't afford to wait. So Li Li didn't push the envelope and continued to fight with Chen Ping An at close range. What's more, it was not easy to control the yin and yang gods to leave the Qi Mansion together. If it weren't for half a golden elixir, Li Li's spiritual energy foundation was far superior to that of his peers.
Realm cultivator, the Yin God behind him, not to mention maintaining the posture of a martial saint with three heads and six arms, restraining the flying swords of Chu Yi and Fifteen, might have disappeared long ago on its own and returned to Li Li's true body.
Li Li glanced at the old man squatting on the railing on the second floor from the corner of his eye.
I was a little confused as to why this person had to stand by and watch from the beginning to the end.
When Li Li glanced at Madman Wu Zhu Lian, Chen Ping'an seemed to seize the fleeting opportunity and began to forcibly ventilate.
Li Li sneered in his heart and struggled to his death. You will lose the bet this time.
The Yin Shen flashed away and came to Chen Ping'an. He held five weapons in his six arms and smashed them randomly before falling towards his head.
Li Li personally dealt with the two flying swords, and countless strands of snow-white aura flowed out from the scarlet python suit, like a huge spider web, completely blocking the route of rescuing the master on the first and fifth day of the lunar month. Although these snow-white spider silks were trapped
He couldn't stop the flying swords, but as long as he slowed down a little, Li Li could appear near the flying swords, flick his fingers, or wave his sleeves to knock away the two flying swords.
Li Li found it a little funny.
This young man didn't know whether to live or die. It turned out that he didn't breathe at all. He should have just tricked himself into getting closer. But what's the point? He was so rash and reckless tonight for the Yao family, and the little clever guy who was shaking his arms at the moment was still the same. Probably the young man
He was born in a high family and had masters as his followers. He had always had smooth sailing in his life, so he didn't know how high the world was.
However, since an opponent with such an amazing background has already formed a feud, he should be eradicated. Once the tiger is released, the entire Daquan Dynasty may be in big trouble.
Compared with the previous fistfights between Chen Ping'an and Li Li, the beatings between Chen Ping'an and Li Li now are even more thrilling.
Fortunately, Chen Ping'an is no stranger to this. When he was at Guniu Mountain, when he was fighting against Ding Ying's golden body, wasn't it the same situation where the mountains collapsed and the earth shattered?
It's just that last time Chen Ping'an could only carry it hard and had no power to fight back. A Guniu Mountain was hit by Ding Ying's golden body and the top of the mountain was blown to pieces.
Now Chen Ping'an is fighting with this "little" evil spirit, and neither side will avoid it.
The golden wine of the robe has been transformed from the snow-white color of the blinding method to its original golden color.
After Chen Ping'an performed the drumming style of the God of Ten Fist, Li Li's eyes were a little dark, but he still ignored it and allowed the young man to accumulate more punches.
With three heads and six arms, the Yin God in the posture of a saint from a martial temple disappeared into thin air, and its spiritual energy overflowed in all directions.
The golden robe also had broken scratches, which could not be restored for the time being, and there was also scattered spiritual energy.
Li Li tore off the broken scarlet python suit and looked at the young man whose chest was heaving violently. The palms and backs of his hands were all bloody. He tried his best to open his eyes, and saw a face with blood flowing, as if all he had left was
Those clear eyes.
Li Li smiled and said: "It's a pity that you are a pure martial artist, which means that you have nothing to do with Tongyezhou and Yugui Sect. Otherwise, I really wouldn't dare to kill you."
Chen Pingan closed one eye and said hoarsely: "Your two clones were broken into pieces after only seventeen or eight punches without being beaten. They are no better than Ding Ying."
Li Li smiled and said, "Then?"
Chen Pingan said vaguely: "Then I can exchange my life with you as long as I punch for the third time. Are you afraid?"
Li Li sneered in response, obviously not believing it.
Furthermore, as the guardian of Daquan, with a half-finished golden elixir, how could he not have any back-up plan? It was just that the price was too high.
The price was huge, greater than his life and death.
There was silence between the two. After a moment, Li Li suddenly frowned and said sternly: "You are a pure martial artist, why do you do the opposite and secretly absorb spiritual energy?!"
Li Li took a few steps back, thinking that this person was deliberately opening the doors of the Qi Mansion and letting the spiritual energy pour in. This kid wanted to win the opportunity for himself to die together.
It's really frustrating and crazy.
The scholar surnamed Zhong nodded slightly and shook his head.
A pure martial artist uses spiritual energy to temper his soul. He is very courageous, but also very dangerous.
There is a chance that the third punch will be delivered.
If Li Li takes it lightly, he will suffer another big loss.
The young man's fight was not in vain. The martial arts warriors of the Five Realms were struggling to find a heroic courage. This strange Yin God of Daquan guarding the pagoda tree happened to be formed by imagining the three saints of the martial arts temple. However, this
Visualize, it is heresy, it is suspected of blaspheming the gods, and it is harmful to martial arts. It is Li Li's official weapon that was used for personal use. I believe that no one in the Daquan court may know the truth. The young man fought with the Yin God, won and shattered it, and it was mysterious.
Among them, the three martial saints of the Liu Dynasty will feel that if young people have the opportunity to go to Daquan Capital in the future and enter the martial arts temple, I believe they will be richly rewarded.
But the premise of everything is that the young man and his weird followers can leave this inn alive.
He promised to clean up the mess, but he didn't mean to protect the young man.
Eunuch Li Li looked around, walked more than ten steps, walked to a wine table, picked up the wine glass, took a sip of wine, put down the wine glass gently, and looked at the young retinues at the top of the stairs. Among them was a young marquis.
There is a descendant of General Longxiang, and the rest can be regarded as elite members of the Imperial Army with a bright future.
Xu Qingzhou, a loser, not only failed to take down the man with the knife, he even became the one who used the sword without even knowing it.
Xu Tong from Caomu'an was still immersed in the bullshit power of the side door thunder method. He thought he had a chance to win, but he didn't know that the girl who was not a swordsman at all had sword intentions in her heart like spring grass. The opponent's qualifications were so good that she was simply
A sword fairy embryo.
As for the fight outside the door, it was quite lively, with both sides going back and forth, but it was just lively.
Li Li finally looked at the woman and the old hunchback, not interested at all, but the down-and-out scholar. Li Li felt a little unsure, but it didn't matter.
Inside the inn, everyone will die, regardless of friend or foe.
Li Li waved his hand and the inn door slammed shut.
Zhu Lian said slowly: "Be careful."
Li Li put his hand on his abdomen outside his Dantian and began to breathe heavily.
Every time he breathes out, scarlet breath will spurt out.
Chen Pingan rushed forward silently.
The third divine drum beating ceremony.
He punched the eunuch on the back of his hand which was on his abdomen.
Li Li punched Chen Pingan in the heart.
The simple second punch has arrived.
Li Li was irritated, as if his character was no longer that of the Immortal who lived deep in the palace and guarded the capital. His face became ferocious, his eyes were red, and he slapped Chen Ping'an on the temple.
Chen Ping'an's upper body was floating around, only his feet were rooted in order to deliver the next punch.
Each punch is faster than the last.
Li Li's punches were more powerful than the others.
After Feijian Chuyi and Fifteenth penetrated this person's body, they seemed to be trapped in a maze, bumping randomly between the Qi Palaces and never being able to get out.
There were bursts of cracking sounds from Chen Ping'an's body.
Li Li's face was as well maintained as that of a middle-aged man, with threads appearing in some places, bulging high in some places, and sunken in others, as if his face was fake.
The half-frozen golden elixir suddenly shattered.
It just shattered the outer layer, just like Li Li casually removed the red python suit that was draped on the outside.
Zhu Lian sighed in his heart. The railing under his feet was shattered, and the floor was also broken open. He landed on the first floor. He was so fast that it could be described as lightning. He seemed to have taken two or three steps casually, and he had already reached Li Li's side, tiptoeing.
At one o'clock, he jumped up and hit the ninety-year-old eunuch on the head with his elbow. He drew out his other hand in a flash and thrust it through Li Li's neck with a knife in his hand, passing through it.
Li Li, who was supposed to be dead, still punched Chen Pingan. After the punch, Chen Pingan's ears were bleeding like springs.
Zhu Lian flew backwards with a bang, hit the far wall directly, broke through the wall, and fell outside.
Li Li, whose neck was half cut off, looked indifferent, and wanted to kill the young man in front of him first. The rest of the people, after he revealed his true form, were not the enemies of Yihe.
Zhu Lian fell into a group of elite cavalry outside, and suddenly a person flew out, which scared their hearts. Just when they were about to surround him and kill him, Zhu Lian spit out a mouthful of blood, rolled back, and stood up like an ape in the forest.
After moving around for a while, Madman Wu's violence began to show. He grabbed the arms of a dismounted cavalryman with both hands, pulled them out, and tore off the two arms.
A palm slapped on the head of a cavalryman, and it shattered with a bang.
He punched the chest with a punch, directly penetrating the body. He disliked the corpse as an eyesore, and slashed it with a hand knife from the shoulder to the abdomen. The rickety old man was cut into two parts on the spot, and a piece of blood spilled all over the ground.
Inside the inn.
Coincidentally, Xu Tong and Xu Qingzhou, Sui Youyou and Lu Baixiang, each stopped.
Because the changes in the eunuch Li Li were really incredible.
They vaguely, with keen intuition, regarded Li Li as their biggest enemy.
At this moment, Jiuniang, the old hunchback, the little cripple, and Yao Lingzhi on the second floor all collapsed to the ground inexplicably.
The down-and-out scholar surnamed Zhong appeared behind Li Li at some point. He put one hand behind his back and held a scarlet pill between two fingers of the other hand. He stared down and said to himself: "No wonder."
The scholar slightly increased his strength and crushed the genuine golden elixir into pieces.
Hearing Chen Pingan behind him punch the dead eunuch in the chest, and Chen Pingan's own hand bones were shattered into pieces, the scholar turned his head. Since Li Li was still separated from him, he had to tilt his body and face Chen Pingan.
He grinned, his eyes full of admiration, "Little brother, don't you know it hurts?"
Chen Ping'an was calmly immersed in the meaning of the fist.
The last punch was actually far from lethal. It was light and airy. You must know that this god-man beats the drum style, but the old man surnamed Cui who stands at the top of the ten martial arts realms wants to use this to challenge the Taoist ancestor.
Chen Pingan's figure was shaky and his vision was blurry. He could vaguely see the eunuch with a smashed neck, his head drooped, and he knelt on the ground with a plop. Chen Pingan could not detect the vitality of the other person.
Chen Ping'an stood there, still maintaining the attitude of throwing out a punch without taking it back. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind. Fortunately, this last punch did not fall in the eyes of the barefoot old man, otherwise he would definitely be yelled at and given.
The old man scolded him like crazy.
The scholar looked at Xu Tong and Xu Qingzhou, blinked, and asked: "A gentleman talks but doesn't do anything. Do you really believe this nonsense?"
Xu Tong and Xu Qingzhou swallowed.
Chen Ping'an's arms drooped and he sat down on the ground, sitting cross-legged.
Using the last of his strength, he made fists with both hands and rested them gently on his knees. He could only open one eye.
The golden wine of the robe was seriously damaged, the spiritual energy was thin and almost non-existent, and it had temporarily lost its efficacy.
The blood all over his body was even more eye-catching than when Li Li was wearing a red python suit before.
The scholar said to the young man: "Do you know who your opponent is?"
However, because there were many people in the inn, the scholar did not say anything. The change in the energy of the young man in front of him before he took action was probably a hidden self-protection technique or the most lethal move. The scholar could only guess.
Get some clues.
Chen Pingan slowly raised his head, still with only one eye open, and said with a smile: "There is no one in front of me."
The scholar knelt down and asked with a smile: "What is your name?"
Chen Pingan closed his eyes.
The scholar rolled his eyes.
After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out a finger and drew circles in the air like a child graffiti.
In the inn, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth after the collapse of Li Li's body and golden elixir slowly flowed towards the young warrior in front of him, and the place where they gathered happened to be outside the Qi Mansion where Chen Ping'an's sword energy stopped for eighteen years.
In addition, he waved, and Li Li's body disappeared, but Chu Yi and Fifteen jumped out of it and quickly hovered on both sides of Chen Pingan's shoulders, with the tip of their sword pointed at the scholar.
The scholar turned a blind eye to this, raised his head, and shouted to the second floor: "Little girl, stop studying, come and see your father."
Pei Qian, who had no energy to study for a long time, ran out of the room, glanced at the poor scholar first, then deliberately pretended to be stupid and asked: "What? Looking at your father?"
The scholar clicked his tongue and said, "Oh, you are quite good at picking up soft persimmons."
Pei Qian ran downstairs in a hurry, making the stairs creak.
Squatting next to the scholar in green shirt, Pei Qian looked at Chen Ping'an and asked the guy next to him softly: "Isn't he dead?"
The scholar nodded, "It is sad to die so young."
Pei Qian looked left and right, but stopped talking.
Chen Pingan opened his eyes.
Pei Qian turned around and glared at the scholar, "Why are you cursing my father to death? Your father is dead!"
The scholar looked innocent, "My father died early, and I have to visit his grave every Qingming Festival."
Chen Pingan took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip of green plum wine. When he raised his hand, his hand was so miserable that Pei Qian broke into a cold sweat. His thoughts were exactly the same as those of the scholar next to him. Is there anyone in the world who is not afraid of pain?
The scholar smiled and asked: "You almost died here for the Yao family, aren't you afraid?"
Chen Ping'an said: "It's not for the Yao family."
The scholar smiled evilly and said: "The Yao family suffered such a disaster, in fact, part of the reason was beauty. I believe you will know it soon. Even an infatuated man like me, whose heart is as solid as a rock, almost changed his mind because of the beauty of that woman."
, one can imagine.”
On the right side of Lu Baixiang and Sui, one was holding a knife with both hands and the other was holding a sword behind him, standing next to Chen Pingan.
One has two Grain Rain coins, and the other only needs one Grain Rain coin.
The four of them together just used up all of Chen Ping'an's Guyu money savings.
The old Taoist is really a scammer.
The scholar suddenly asked in confusion: "Could it be that you knew of my existence and regarded a life-and-death fight as a way to hone your martial arts?"
Chen Pingan wiped the blood on his face and did not answer the question. Instead, he smiled and asked: "Who are you?"
The scholar waved his hand, "Not worth mentioning."
Chen Pingan asked no more questions.
The scholar turned his head and looked at Pei Qian, who was wide-eyed. He stared at her eyes. The sun was rising over the East China Sea and the moon was hanging over the west mountains. It was so beautiful.
It's just this temper that is really unpleasant.
The scholar looked towards the gate and said, "Yao Zhen and the other prince's men are coming soon."
He finally smiled and said: "Just rest in peace and recover, and let me handle the rest."
Chen Pingan struggled to get up, and first cupped his hands with the scholar. The sight of his hands made the scholar's scalp tingle again. Chen Pingan finally said to Lu Baixiang: "Thank you. If I had known this, you should have been the first to come out."
Lu Baixiang smiled calmly.
Chen Ping'an glanced at Sui's right side, who looked at him with a calm expression.
Chen Pingan walked up to the second floor, with Pei Qian following behind.
Those young retinues all had pale faces.
The scholar looked at the backs of the two figures, one big and one small, and scratched his head. He couldn't think of a reason, so he simply didn't bother.
He became a little annoyed when he thought that after tonight, he would no longer be able to eat and drink here.
So next, a scholar sat down and started drinking. A scholar with a jade pendant hanging around his waist went out. The door of the inn seemed to not exist for him. He slapped the highness and made him roll several times in the air.
The sword scholar turned into a white rainbow and ran away, found another prince Daquan, kicked him to the ground, and stomped on his face.
After the scholar's yin and yang gods left their bodies and wandered around, within a radius of a thousand miles, all yin and ghosts, even the gods of obscene temples, could not help but crawl on the ground and tremble.
All ghosts in the world will kowtow when they see me, Zhong Kui.