Chapter 577 How many swordsmen are watching the battle
Pang Yuanji put his fingers together in front of him and said with a smile: "I don't have many flying swords, just one. Fortunately, it's fast enough. I hope I won't let you down."
On the street, there are many sword auras, and then they are like streams gurgling in, twisting and turning, without any order, and finally they spread out and gather into a river of sword aura.
The sword intent was everywhere, and the drinkers in the wine shops on both sides clearly felt an icy chill slowly pouring in from the street.
The reason why Pang Yuanji was selected as a disciple by Master Yin Guan was obviously not due to some bad luck, but because everyone knew that Pang Yuanji was indeed the person most promising to inherit Master Yin Guan's mantle in the history of the Sword Qi Great Wall for a hundred years.
The place where there are the most monsters is where I draw my sword.
What sword cultivator is not fascinated by this realm?
For a sword cultivator, especially one who has the reputation of being an innate sword embryo, the quality of their own flying sword will indeed determine the level of their ultimate achievements.
After Pang Yuanji said those words.
In restaurants of all sizes, there was a continuous sound of booing and cheering, which was full of ridicule.
Pang Yuanji's natal flying sword is called "Guangyin". Time is like water, so the flowing water is invisible. If Qi Shou's most fundamental natal flying sword, jumping beads, has a quantitative intuitive display, then Pang Yuanji's natal flying sword is invisible.
Swords are really unreasonable. The most unreasonable thing is not only the power of the natal flying sword, but also that after having the "time" flying sword, Pang Yuanji was known as "the sword masters all kinds of magic".
The sword can not only temper the body, but also feed the three souls and seven souls, practice magic, and get twice the result with half the effort. In addition, Pang Yuanji has shown amazing talents in Taoism since he was a child.
The nickname of "Pang Baijia".
Pang Yuanji didn't have a robe, he didn't have the semi-immortal soldiers that Qi Shou brought along with his surname, and he didn't have any extra military armor pills.
Chen Pingan walked forward gently, his fists flowing down like a waterfall. Walking on the street was like a boat sailing against the current.
While walking, the pure warrior's fist intention and the most refined and pure sword energy collided together, making the group of people who were watching the battle unable to see clearly the face and figure of the swordsman in blue shirt.
, the scene on the street is like the bowl of wine, and the person is like a copper coin thrown into the wine. The drinker shakes the white bowl, so that people can't really see the copper coin at the bottom of the bowl.
Ning Yao, who had always stood where he was, said softly: "In that fight, how did Chen Ping'an win and why did Qi Shou lose? I'll tell you some details later."
Yan Zhuo's eyes shone brightly, he stared blankly at the back, and said sadly: "As long as my brother is willing to take action, he can win against anyone who takes custody of him."
Then Yan Zhuo turned around and said with a smile: "Right, Sanqiu, who said, 'If you tell lies, you can knock down Qi Shou with one hand'?"
Chen Sanqiu looked confused and said, "It should be Dong Heitan who said it."
Dong Huafu said angrily: "Tear your mother's balls off!"
Die Zhang was a little helpless. Among all the people, Dong Heitan was actually the one who had been with A Liang for the longest time. He was probably the only "extremely strong man" in the Great Wall of Sword Qi who had peed on A Liang, so Dong Heitan was either Meng Hulu or Meng Hulu.
He doesn't speak, but whenever he starts to curse, it's all the dirty words he learned from A Liang. If the listener really takes notice, they will be laughed to death or angry to death.
A middle-aged swordsman came quietly to the dilapidated wine shop, sat next to the one-eyed bearded man, wiped the dust on the table, nodded with a smile and said: "The fist is pure and the fist is profound. It is unimaginable that in the early years,
That Cao Ci was actually able to defeat this man three times in a row."
The bearded man who had been kicked by Master Yin Guan earlier did not feel uncomfortable at all. He continued to drink and said hoarsely: "You came late. If you had seen Cao Ci practicing boxing on the city wall with your own eyes, you wouldn't be so strange.
No matter how high Cao Ci's achievements are and how fast he breaks through, I take it for granted."
Having said this, the bearded man glanced at Chen Pingan, who was walking leisurely in the torrent of sword energy, "Of course, this young man is indeed very good. I also saw him walking back and forth on the wall back then.
When I was practicing boxing, I never imagined that he would reach the level of martial arts he has today. Even if the boss swordsman said it at that time, I might not believe it."
The middle-aged swordsman who had just arrived here from Nanbosu Continent said with a smile: "I heard that he comes from Lizhu Cave in Aquarius Continent. I wonder if he has anything to do with Song Changjing, the king of the great Li vassal.
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The bearded man shook his head and said: "I don't know very well. He is obviously not very old, but at first glance he looks like an old bird who is used to fighting. How can you, a pure martial artist in the world, have so many fights that he can fight? Even if there is an expert to feed him.
Unless you have truly been in the land of life and death many times, you cannot come up with this meaning."
"You don't look like a foreigner. Instead, you look like the most authentic young man from the Great Wall of Sword Qi."
The Sword Immortal man from Nan Posu Island raised his wine bowl, bumped it lightly with the other party, took a sip of wine, and sighed: "The world is big, and for someone who doesn't like to drink like me, I'm here.
, and also raised the alcohol addiction bug in his belly.”
The man twitched the corner of his mouth. This taciturn sword cultivator in the Jade Pure Realm rarely showed a bit of resentment, and sneered: "It's all the trend brought by that bastard. If you are a bachelor without drinking, you will be a bachelor for tens of millions of years. The swordsman is not
Have a drink and take a walk around Nascent Soul."
Three fights are over.
It's the fourth game soon.
It was really enjoyable.
The little girl with some baby fat slapped the window sill with her hands, her face flushed, and she was very excited, "Did you see, did you see, do I have good eyesight? Don't be shy, say it out loud!"
No one paid attention to her.
This made the little girl a little annoyed, and suddenly she found that Sister Dong next to her was a little abnormal.
She asked curiously: "Sister Dong, did you suddenly realize that Sister Ning had chosen such a good man? When you look at it again, you are not young anymore. You have been picking and choosing, but there is no one suitable, so you feel very uncomfortable? Then?
Just learn from me, speak out when you are happy, speak out when you are sad, I will drink with you. I will lend you some of my happiness!"
Dong Bu lay on the window sill, rubbed his face with both hands, sighed, and nodded: "It's hard for a thief. After so many years, nothing can compare to Ning Yatou."
The little girl consoled her: "Sister Dong, you are older. In this matter, there is no way Sister Ning can beat you. You are sure to win!"
Dong Bu turned his head, reached out and held the little girl's neck, lifted it gently, and said with a smile: "Speak louder, I didn't hear you clearly just now."
The girl's feet were off the ground. She was extremely annoyed and said angrily: "Sister Dong, from today on, you should show more respect to me. If you are not careful, I will be Chen Ping'an's little daughter-in-law. Then you will not be able to eat anything."
Come on, he will get angry when he sees that I am used to bullying you, just like I beat Qi Shou. I will not be able to stop you then. I am powerless and can only watch Sister Dong, you bounce on the ground.
go."
Dong Bu poked the girl in his hand to the ground and said with a smile: "What nonsense? Go talk to Ning Yatou."
The girl stood still and shook her shoulders, "I'm not stupid. Could it be that I really couldn't see the flirtation between him and Sister Ning? They were just talking casually. My mother often said that the man in the world is the one who can't get it.
The best man! I know, my mother was telling my dad on purpose. My dad always looked like he had eaten shit. I scold him, I don’t dare, but I beat him. I can’t beat him, but I really want to.
Just be angry, it seems there is no need."
Dong Bu held down the little girl's head and made her kowtow. He laughed and scolded: "You are young and don't learn well, and you don't have a good mouth. Are you really afraid that your parents will spank you until your ass is bruised?"
After Dong Bu stopped, the girl wiped the red and swollen forehead with both hands. Without looking at Dong Bu, she clenched her fists and knocked heavily on the window sill, "Bottom! I have decided. When he defeats Pang Yuanji, I will follow him."
I went to learn boxing, but he didn’t teach me, so I knelt in front of Sister Ning’s house, holding one and half sticks of incense, full of sincerity! When I learn boxing, haha, Sister Dong, please be careful when you walk at night!
"
Even Dong Bu couldn't do anything with the little girl.
There is a hole in my brain that cannot be filled with truth.
Dong Bu suddenly sighed: "There are too many Sword Immortals watching."
Just as the little girl was about to speak, Dong Bu put his arm around her neck and pulled her towards him. The little girl tilted her head, rolled her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and pretended to be dead.
On the street.
The young martial artist wearing a blue shirt and a white jade hairpin did something strange.
He didn't rely on his tough physique and good shape as a martial artist, and he didn't pursue "wading through the water" as quickly as possible to get close to Pang Yuanji.
Instead, with a slight shake of his arm, he picked up a large pile of ordinary-grade yellow paper talismans with both hands and threw them out. In one fell swoop, there were forty or fifty talismans of various colors.
Almost all the talismans were instantly shattered by the sword energy.
But Chen Ping'an continued like this, walking slowly and throwing talismans at a speed that was dizzying.
Pang Yuanji smiled, made a hand gesture with his fingers, and stepped on the Gang.
In the distance behind Chen Pingan, ripples appeared, and a Pang Yuanji appeared.
On the roofs on both sides of the street, there are twelve more Pang Yuanji.
Every "Pang Yuanji" in the high place is either pinching Taoist secrets or applying Buddhist family seals. A talisman array appears at their feet. Between Pang Yuanji and Pang Yuanji, and between the talisman arrays, there are lines.
Thin threads of different colors move like dragons and snakes, connecting with each other and eventually forming a talisman array that covers the entire street.
Not only that, the two Pang Yuanji who were standing in front of and behind Chen Pingan also began to move forward slowly. As they walked, they knocked randomly, drew symbols, and hovered in the air. They were all filled with strange ancient seal script cloud patterns, and numerous volleys in the air.
The written virtual talismans and the talismans of the talismans bloomed with extremely bright light. Some talismans had rippling spiritual energy, some were intertwined with thunder and lightning, some were entangled with fire dragons, and so on.
Chen Pingan threw out more than a hundred yellow paper talismans for the last time.
In an instant, he stood still and raised his fist again. The strong fisting intention that was originally flowing through his body was like a sword returning to its sheath, and he used a restrained fist to deliver a swift and fierce punch.
The punch comes out like a rainbow.
It vibrates like thunder and rises from the ground.
The long river of sword energy on the entire street trembled with it.
The sword energy of the river, and most of the sword intent, gathered around Yi Qingyi, like a heavy army surrounding a city.
The two Pang Yuanjis on the street still kept pace and continued to consolidate the talisman formation.
Pang Yuanji did not watch the three games in vain.
This Chen Ping'an has too many tricks and they are endless. The key is that he is still hiding his strength.
For example, the left hand that hasn't really punched yet.
Pang Yuanji still couldn't figure out how fast Chen Ping'an really was.
In the battle with Qi Shou, Chen Ping'an actually had many elaborate deceptions.
Under the Sword Immortal, except for Ning Yao, Pang Yuanji, and those Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators, they might just be able to watch the fun.
Pang Yuanji actually felt a little helpless deep down in his heart.
You, Chen Ping'an, are a pure martial artist and a low-level Qi practitioner in the fifth realm. It's just that you have a flying sword that is your natal creature after the great training. What's going on with the other two imitation swords and flying swords that can scare people?
God knows if this guy could even hide a handful.
Pang Yuanji felt that that guy could do such a wicked thing.
In addition, Pang Yuanji became even more wary.
The talismans smashed out by Chen Ping'an were actually accurately examining the various details of the sword energy river.
Therefore, Pang Yuanji did not hesitate and gathered his sword energy, never giving him any more opportunities to investigate.
After Chen Pingan and his party left Ning Mansion earlier.
On the martial arts field, Nalan Yexing, an old servant of the Ning family, has been diligently protecting the third generation master of the Ning family. He is now squatting on the ground, stretching out his five fingers and gently stroking the ground.
Bai Lianshuang, the old woman from the Yao family who came to Ning Mansion with her young lady in the early years, stood aside and said angrily: "Old dog, why don't you just look over there and see if something goes wrong? What should I do? You dog
Can you afford to pay for your life?"
Nalan Yexing said calmly: "No matter how dangerous it is, can it be as dangerous as the battlefield in the south?"
Bai Lianshuang became even more angry, "People's hearts are evil, how can it be worse than fighting on the battlefield? Old dog Nalan! Do you really don't understand, or are you just pretending not to understand?"
Nalan Yexing closed his hands and raised his head, remaining silent.
Bai Lianshuang sighed and softened his tone, "Have you ever thought that a young man as promising as Mr. Chen would not need to spend so much time and energy if he were the legitimate daughter of any other surname in the Sword Qi Great Wall?
That comfortable Chenglong is about to have his son-in-law. When we get here, the only two immortals in Ning Mansion are you and me.
, the Yao family still chooses to wait and see, since even the Yao family has not expressed its position, this means that before something happens, no one will help support our young lady and uncle. If something happens, it will be too late. "
Nalan Yexing said: "Old Yao, I'm holding my breath in my heart."
Bai Lianshuang hesitated and asked tentatively: "How about leaking some news about our uncle's betrothal gift to the Yao family?"
It was rare for Nalan Yexing to speak forcefully to the old woman, so he turned around and said in a deep voice: "Don't mess with Chen Pingan, and don't insult the Yao family."
Bai Lianshuang nodded and for the first time did not retaliate.
Nalan Yexing explained: "Since you have said that Chen Pingan has chosen our lady, there is nothing we can do. If he can convince us, it is Chen Pingan who should convince others. If you can't convince, then just convince!"
Bai Lianshuang complained: "I didn't ask you to get involved and help Chen Ping'an to deflect, I just asked you to keep an eye on it to avoid accidents. You kept mumbling for a long time and didn't get to the point at all."
Nalan Yexing said helplessly: "Okay, then I will break the agreement and tell you the truth. I won't go out this time. I can only sit here scratching my heart and lungs. It's Chen Pingan's intention. Otherwise, I would have gone there long ago.
Let’s pick a corner and have a drink.”
Bai Lianshuang asked doubtfully: "Has he already greeted you?"
Nalan Yexing nodded and said: "Give me the courage, I don't dare to fool you on this kind of thing, right? It's Chen Pingan's own intention."
The old man stood up and said with a smile: "The reason is very simple. If the Ning family doesn't have any elders to go there, the Qi family won't have the shame to go there. As for the fight with Qi Shou, even if he loses, he will lose not ugly, and he is destined to be let down.
Qi Shou will never feel that he has really won. If Qi Shou dares to break the rules and it is no longer as simple as deciding the outcome, but at a certain opportunity, he suddenly takes action in a life-or-death manner and acts out of bounds, then
He, Chen Pingan, can force the ancestors behind Qi Shou to come out and clean up the mess. How much face the Qi family can save from the ground will depend on whether the people watching at the time agree or not."
Bai Lianshuang fell into deep thought and considered these words carefully.
Nalan Yexing added: "You and Miss may not be aware yet. Chen Ping'an came to me twice in private. Once he asked Qi Shou, Pang Yuanji and Gao Yehou in detail about the details of the flying swords of the three sword cultivators.
, temperament, fighting habits, and their preachers. Fighting is divided into battlefield fighting and catching and fighting. Chen Pingan asked me one by one. The second time he asked me to help imitate three people flying swords, he came
We are fighting against each other with only one goal. My sword must be one point faster than the flying swords of the three of them. Of course I will not refuse, just in Chen Ping'an's room where it is difficult to move around. Of course,
There is no need to hurt people, just stop there. Chen Pingan said with a smile that once he really lets go and punches with all his strength, he will at least let these proud people compete with Chen Pingan to win or lose. It is not something you can do just by thinking about it.
By the end of the fight, I guess we won’t be able to control them regardless of life or death.”
Bai Lianshuang looked strange.
Nalan Yexing's smile became even weirder, and he pointed in the direction of the stacked shop, "Are you still worried about Chen Pingan? Shouldn't we hunt together, and Pang Yuanji and the others should give Chen Pingan a headache? With such an opponent, once the two sides are at a different level,
The disparity is so great that Chen Ping'an will probably be disgusted to death. If Chen Ping'an takes more beatings, you Bai Lianshuang has punched before, so you don't know?"
Nalan Yexing walked slowly in a comfortable mood, "This boy, please be easy to talk to and understand etiquette. When he came to my side, I helped him feed the sword, and then we both had a small drink, and the boy couldn't say much anymore.
You haven't seen it. At that time, Chen Ping'an had drunk wine, took off his boots, and sat cross-legged like me. The look in his eyes and the words he said at that time, how
A scene."
Nalan Ye Xing showed a somewhat nostalgic look.
Ning Mansion really needs a male master, otherwise it will be too boring.
Bai Lianshuang glared and said: "When we meet, call him Mr. Chen! On my side, you can call him uncle. You talk about Chen Ping'an, how can you say that? Who can borrow your courage?!"
Nalan was so frustrated during the night walk that he finally earned some face with Chen Ping'an, but he returned every bit of it to his old lady.
The old woman said to herself: "Old dog, you said it's impossible for Mr. Chen to win three games in a row."
Nalan Yexing had already prepared a plan, "Of course I think about it, but if it is the third fight between Pang Yuanji, Qi Shou and Gao Yehou, it will be difficult for one of these three to jump out. I will only mention Qi, who is the most likely.
Hunting, as long as this little brat doesn't care about him, Chen Ping'an and him will be able to fight, very hard."
as expected.
Both old men clearly sensed the strong aura of an ancient sword, echoing on the street beyond the Diezhang store.
Then the fairy sword that Chen Pingan placed in the wing of the small house left Ning Mansion on its own.
The old woman kicked Nalan Yexing's knee, "Why don't you go and check the situation! With the crow's mouth, Qi Shou has clearly unsheathed the tall candle."
Although Nalan Yexing's face remained as usual, he was actually a little anxious in his heart. In a normal sparring, regardless of life or death, why would there be a need for a semi-immortal soldier to confront an immortal soldier?
Nalan Yexing didn't care whether he had made a promise or not.
It's just that the old man didn't expect that she would be in trouble. Instead, he calmed down. Although his expression was solemn, Bai Lianshuang still shook his head and said: "Forget it. We have to believe that my uncle has already expected this."
Nalan Yexing asked tentatively: "You really don't need me to go?"
The implication is, of course, that if something goes wrong over there, you, Bai Lianshuang, can do whatever you want Nalan to do after his night trip, but you can never blame him for dereliction of duty.
Bai Lianshuang nodded, "I said so!"
Nalan Yexing glanced at her.
The old woman said angrily: "Old dog - watch your dog eyes!"
Nalan Yexing knew that she was not in a good mood at the moment, so he endured it.
Anyway, if you don't care about her, it won't be a matter of a year or two.
Not long after, a Jindan swordsman came in a hurry against the wind and landed on the martial arts field. After saluting the two seniors, he said, "Chen Ping'an has won three games. The three are Ren Yi, Pu Yu and Qi Shou.
"
This golden elixir sword cultivator who is nearly a hundred years old but has a youthful appearance is named Cui Wei. He is considered an anonymous disciple of Nalan Yexing. Nalan Yexing is not serious, but Cui Wei has always adhered to the etiquette of master and disciple. In fact, for more than ten years,
, was implicated in the catastrophic disaster in Ning Mansion, and his life was extremely unhappy, but Cui Wei still did not change his original intention.
The old woman cheered loudly.
Nalan Yexing asked: "Chen Ping'an was seriously injured? Then why didn't you protect him just to come here and claim credit first?"
Cui Wei smiled and said: "It looks like there will be another fight. After I tell the news, I have to go back to watch the fight."
Nalan Yexing grabbed Cui Wei's shoulder and said, "Tell me the process of those three fights in detail!"
Cui Wei smiled bitterly and said: "Master, in the fourth fight, Chen Pingan was fighting Pang Yuanji, and it was Chen Pingan who took the initiative to invite the fight. It would be a pity not to watch. When I rushed to Ning Mansion, I found that two more people had been rushed out temporarily.
Senior Sword Immortal from Luzhou, Beiju."
Nalan Yexing asked: "What about Gao Zhu?"
Cui Wei smiled knowingly, "Sword Immortal Gao Kui made the final decision and revealed the secret of heaven. Therefore, Qi Shou just held the sword, but did not draw it. He had already put away the sword and left."
The old woman didn't have time to be happy, her face changed slightly, "What? I want to fight Pang Yuanji again?!"
Nalan Yexing smiled, "I'm relieved."
The old woman stretched out her hand and said, "Go and stare!"
Nalan Yexing shook his head and said, "There's no need to go. Defeating Qi Shou has proven that Chen Ping'an not only knows what he's doing, but he's also more skillful in his punches."
Regarding the anonymous disciple Cui Wei, I still need to talk about the style of my predecessor.
But Nalan moved quietly at night.
The old woman waved her hand and said, "Cui Wei, please go and keep a closer look. If the opportunity is bad, use your flying sword to send a message to Ning Mansion."
Cui Wei quickly wielded his sword and left.
The sparring on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the earth-shaking atmosphere between the two sword immortals, the sword qi of both sides covering the sky and the sun, is certainly not to be missed.
But Cui Wei didn't feel at all that the battle between Chen Ping'an, Qi Shou, and Pang Yuanji was not exciting.
In fact, it's wonderful.
Otherwise, Gao Kui and the other four Sword Immortals of the Fifth Realm would not drink there.
In addition, the swordsmen who came one after another came to witness the last competition among the juniors. Cui Wei even guessed that there would be as many swordsmen as his hands gathered in the street!
Back then, Cao Ci from the Divine Continent of Middle-earth appeared on the Sword Qi Great Wall, and a conflict arose. How many sword immortals were willing to show up?
Although this has a lot to do with the fact that Cao Ci's martial arts level was not high at that time and he was quick to punch the enemy. But putting aside all the reasons, just talking about the number of sword immortals watching the battle, Chen Ping'an, who had just arrived at the Great Wall of Sword Qi for a few days,
Unknowingly, I was chasing after someone from back then, but the latter was a chaotic battle with nothing to do with heroism or swordsmanship.
The old woman murmured: "It would be great if the master and his wife were still here."
Nalan was speechless during the night walk and could only sigh.
The old woman rubbed her eyes and said with a smile, "It's fine now."
On the top of the Jianqi Great Wall, there are two thatched houses, large and small, adjacent to each other.
A young man with a beautiful face walked out of the small thatched hut and came to the nearby northern city. He looked at the northern city and said with a smile: "Senior Zuo, Lord Yin Guan has all gone over to join in the fun. You really don't care."
How many glances?”
On the top of the city, a man was sitting cross-legged, with a sword across his knees, eyes closed and meditative. There were criss-crossing and fierce sword energy all around, and the energy of the sword was suddenly unstable. Fortunately, the man standing next to him was the wind.
Snow Temple Sword Immortal in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
The Wei and Jin Dynasties were the continent after Aquarius Continent Li Tuanjing and before Ma Kuxuan. As for the three people who came after him, it is generally recognized that Li Tuanjing, who had stopped at the peak of Nascent Soul sword cultivation before his death, was actually not inferior to the Wei and Jin dynasties.
, but unfortunately trapped by love, he lost the possibility of becoming the first Immortal Realm sword cultivator in the history of Aquarius Continent. Therefore, overall, he is still not as good as Wei and Jin. However, Ma Kuxuan, a military strategist of Zhenwu Mountain, on Aquarius Continent Mountain,
They all think that the qualifications should be slightly inferior to those of Li Tuanjing and the two predecessors of Wei and Jin. However, the opportunity of the road is too good, and the final achievements in the future may be even higher than those of Wei and Jin. As for Li Tuanjing, the previous owner of Fenglei Garden, since he has already entered the army
In the world of liberation, everything will come to an end after all.
The two men never opened their eyes and said with an indifferent expression: "There is nothing interesting to see. There is no point in fighting for victory."
Wei Jin knew the temper of this senior Zuo, so he was not too taboo with his words. He smiled and said, "This really doesn't seem like the attitude a senior senior brother should have towards his junior junior brother."
He shook his head from side to side and said, "I have never admitted this. Besides, according to the rules of the Taoist tradition, he has not hung up the statue of the ancestor, and has not paid any incense or kowtow to him. He is not my junior brother in the first place."
Wei and Jin will say nothing more.
Senior Zuo doesn't like to talk at all. It seems that asking him to say a word is more difficult than using a sword to fight the enemy.
Zuo Zuo and Wei Jin, two sword immortals, one from the Middle Earth Divine Continent and the other from Aquarius Continent, and Zuo Zuo have been far away from human sight, like lonely ghosts wandering on the vast sea for more than a hundred years.
For a long time, the two were originally incompatible with each other, except that they both knew A Liang and Chen Ping'an.
Wei Jin's swordsmanship and character are all favorable to Wei Jin. Wei Jin, a young man who had received a lot of favor from Aliang, is one of the few sword cultivators left on the Great Sword Qi Wall who is willing to say a few words.
The presence.
However, Wei Jin was only a swordsman who had not long entered the Jade Pu Realm. On the other hand, Zuo was already famous in the world a hundred years ago. Wei Jin called Zuo Senior, which is very real.
Wei Jin felt a little emotional.
Every swordsman has a swordsman he admires the most.
For example, at the Immortal Platform of Fengxue Temple, his master, whose cultivation was not high but who would be respected by the Wei and Jin Dynasties for a lifetime, had always admired Li Tuanjing who suppressed Zhengyang Mountain with one person. His greatest wish during his lifetime was to have the opportunity to teach Li Tuanjing.
Tuan Jing asked about the art of swordsmanship. Even if Li Tuanjing only said one word, he would have no regrets in his life. Unfortunately, his master was thin-skinned and had low cultivation, so he was never able to achieve his wish. When he was wandering around the world in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, he met the "swordsman" wearing a bamboo hat by chance.
After breaking through seclusion, he once again wanted to study Jianfeng Leiyuan as a swordsman and as a disciple of his master, but Li Tuanjing had already passed away.
For Wei Jin, his life is always like this. What he doesn't seek may come to him in full, but what he seeks hard may be fleeting and go further and further away.
Fortunately, when we arrived at the Great Wall of Jianqi, Wei and Jin's mood became more enlightened.
Here are the eldest sword immortals who have lived alone on the Great Sword Qi Wall for ten thousand years, those fellows from Luzhou in the north who died generously, and of course there are also seniors who have reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship and seem to be much higher than the sword cultivators in the world.
In the previous battle, one person on the left and right wielded a sword, and went deep into the hinterland of the demon army. They used their sword energy to clear the way at will. There was no need to draw their swords at all. The magic weapon turned into powder by itself when it was close to them.
It wasn't until they met the big demon that they picked out at first glance that the fight started in earnest.
That fight between gods and immortals affected countless fish in the pond. Anyway, there were monsters within a hundred miles.
Incredibly rich.
With just one battle, Zuo Zuo became the most popular outsider among the local sword cultivators in the Sword Qi Great Wall.
After the battle ended, left and right were sitting alone on the top of the city drinking wine. After the boss swordsman Chen Qingdu showed up, he said, "High swordsmanship is not enough."
Even when faced with the Dinghai Shenzhen, whom A Liang respected as the boss swordsman, Zuo Zuo could only answer one sentence, "That's because his swordsmanship is not high enough."
At that time, Chen Qingdu clasped his hands behind his back, turned around and walked away, shaking his head and saying with a smile: "How did the old scholar who knows the most flexibility teach a student like you?"
Too lazy to talk.
The reason is simple, you can't beat this old man.
Otherwise, he would have to speak with his sword, so that the most senior prisoner of ten thousand years must be more polite when talking about his husband.
Wei Jin looked down at his open palms and said with a smile: "In the first match, Chen Pingan won easily. His opponent was a Dragon Gate sword cultivator."
There was silence for a moment, but he still didn't open his eyes, he just frowned and said: "Dragon gate sword cultivator?"
Wei Jin thought that Senior Zuo was dissatisfied that Chen Ping'an's opponent was too low-level, so he said: "In the second game, it's a young golden elixir."
Unexpectedly, Zuo Zuo frowned more and more, "It's only been ten years? Is it ten years? Can you practice swordsmanship in the Dragon Gate realm?"
Wei Jin's mood was a bit complicated.
Does Senior Zuo have too little confidence in his junior brother?
Wei Jin quickly remembered something. It seems that when Senior Zuo was studying under Wen Sheng's sect, his level was indeed not high, and he was not an innate sword embryo.
Zuo Zuo said calmly: "You don't need to tell me about the battle situation."
The Wei and Jin Dynasties just controlled the mountains and rivers by themselves.
Left and Right continued to sharpen his own sword will with the awe-inspiring sword intention of the entire Great Wall of Sword Qi.
When you are young, it is not a good thing to not focus on studying and be distracted by martial arts and sword practice.
After experiencing too many things, it is difficult to absorb some simple truths when you turn back to study.
My mind is full of thinking about how to live in harmony with this world, and I am selective about the knowledge that I can use and the knowledge that can solve my urgent needs. It is considered good knowledge. No matter how much I know about this kind of knowledge, it is naturally still useless to ordinary people.
It's not a small benefit. After all, I am an individual and I have to have peace of mind. But for my husband's students, especially those who are closed disciples... it doesn't mean much.
Wei Jin was silent for a long time. After watching the second fight, he noticed the slight strangeness in the people around him and couldn't help but ask: "Since you still care about Senior Zuo, why don't you want to see him even once?"
Zuo Zuo frowned and said, "I told you, I don't think he is my junior brother."
That young man could be his husband's disciple, or Qi Jingchun's junior brother. Even so, it didn't mean that he was the junior junior brother in his heart.
Otherwise, why would he claim to be senior brother and treat Cui Chan, the recognized first disciple of Wen Sheng, as nothing?
To take a step back, is there any junior brother in the world who only cares about having sex with his young wife while leaving his senior brother alone?
I don’t treat you as my junior brother. Is that the reason why you dare not treat me as your senior brother?
Wei and Jin quietly watched the war from a distance.
He suddenly opened his eyes, squinted his eyes, and looked at the city street in the distance.
Wei Jin suppressed his laughter and said nothing.
At this moment, the Qi family member happened to unsheath his sword.
He quickly closed his eyes.
Wei Jin smiled knowingly.
Literary sages are the most reasonable.
Elsewhere on the Sword Qi Great Wall, Lord Yin Guan Yu Feng landed under the city head, jumped up, stepped on the wall, and walked upwards.
The pace seemed slow, but he reached the top of the city in an instant. An old swordsman from Luzhou, Beiju, who was stationed nearby, cupped his fists and saluted.
Lord Yin Guan nodded, stood on the northern city wall, took a big step, and came to the southern city wall. He reached out and grabbed his two braids, lifted them up, shook them, and slowly
Take off.
Then she frowned, reluctantly, turned around to fight the wind, and shot like an arrow towards a city below her feet. The entire thick sea of clouds above her head was suddenly dispersed, and in an instant, she appeared next to a thatched hut.
, "What are you doing? I didn't drink!"
An old man put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "I want to discuss something with you."
Yin Guan said: "I haven't been drinking, and I haven't had the strength to fight recently. I won't go south."
The old man smiled and said: "You are so naughty and naughty, do you really not plan to get married in the future?"
Mr. Yin Guan, who was wearing a loose black robe, looked like a little black cat with fried hair at the moment.
The big sleeves are fluttering, and dark clouds surround the little girl.
It turned out that when the old man was speaking, he was already standing beside her, bent down and reached out to hold her little head.
The fluttering black robe suddenly became loose. She lowered her head and moved around, saying in a deep voice: "You have something to say!"
The old man waved his hand and said, "Go and play by yourself. It's okay."
She said angrily: "Chen Qingdu! You are teasing me!"
Chen Qingdu smiled and said: "Listening to our Lord Yin Guan's tone, are you a little unconvinced?"
Her face was gloomy.
next moment.
First, there was the Sword Qi Great Wall near the hut, and a small world suddenly appeared.
Then almost all the sword cultivators on the city felt a vibration in the entire city.
In that small world.
The boss Sword Immortal held down Lady Yin Guan's head with one hand. The latter's legs were dangling in the air and her back was leaning against the city wall. She was filled with murderous aura, but she could not break away.
Chen Qingdu said calmly: "It's not that I can't take care of you, but I feel guilty that I don't bother to take care of you. You are young and ignorant, so I am extra tolerant to you. Do you remember?"
Yin Guan was silent for a long time and nodded.
Chen Qingdu let go of his hand and Yin Guan fell to the ground.
The old man said: "Go and play."
Yin Guan said oh, turned around, and walked away in a big way, his sleeves flying up.
The old man stopped and looked at the wild world in the south.
Smiled.
The world is like wine, drunk before the flowers, drunk under the moon, drunk for thousands of years.
Chen Qingdu glanced back to the north.
When the realms are not much different, it's okay to be an enemy of that kid and be careless.
The talisman has no use.
Chen Pingan also has three flying swords, Fifteen, Pine Needle, and Xie Lei, so he can determine for himself the many falsehoods and realities of Pang Yuanji's natal flying sword.
The two Pang Yuanjis on the street also responded easily. One of them stopped, divided his mind, controlled three rays of sword energy, and entangled Chen Ping'an's three flying swords.
The other person controls the sword energy, consuming Chen Ping'an who keeps punching, the martial arts energy and the concentrated fist intention.
As for the twelve Pang Yuanji on the roof, they began to build a new talisman array.
Pang Yuanji chose the stupidest method, step by step, and turned the entire street into his own little world.
Just like the saints sit in the academy and the gods sit in the mountains, their cultivation is at a higher level!
Finally, using the Nascent Soul Sword to cultivate the sword, the winner can be determined instantly.
The other party was obviously aware of Pang Yuanji's thoughts.
Unfortunately, it seems that there is nothing he can do. Even the momentum of his punches has made the onlookers tremble with fear. The fists and swords collided again and again, causing the entire street ground to be shattered.
However, both sides had a tacit understanding. No matter how things turned upside down, Pang Yuanji's sword energy did not affect the wine shop at all, and the same was true for Chen Ping'an's fist strength.
Just when Pang Yuanji was about to complete his work.
The young warrior finally had no remaining strength left.
In the blink of an eye, he opened the river with his fist and arrived in front of Pang Yuanji.
Not only that, but a snow-white flying sword with rainbow light appeared suddenly without any warning, and it flew towards Pang Yuanji who was behind him and controlled the sword energy to deal with three flying swords.
This is nothing.
Dressed in white, he rises from the ground, and the Yin God travels far away in the sky.
At the point where the punch was thrown, Pang Yuanji was beaten to pieces.
The first flying sword smashed the second Pang Yuanji.
And Chen Ping'an's Yin God suddenly hovered, condescending, using the upside-down Cloud Steaming Daze style, and his fists were like heavy rain, spreading all over the roofs, every one of them Pang Yuanji.
At the same time, the real body of Chen Pingan, who was holding back his fists on the street, crouched slightly with his knees, like a collapsed and closed boxing frame, bursting out with a punching intention that had never been shown on Chen Pingan, like spring thunder exploding and a dragon moving its spine,
The street beneath his feet collapsed and sank almost from beginning to end. Chen Ping'an was at a high place, already over his Yin Shen's head, delivering the pinnacle punch of his life's fist to somewhere.
In the sky above the city, first the fist intention went straight away, like a knife cutting through white paper.
Then there was movement, and there was a rumble above everyone's heads.
Pang Yuanji appeared out of thin air. Facing the straight fist, he instantly drew back his flying sword, and a golden figure several feet tall appeared, with his arms intertwined, blocking in front of Pang Yuanji.
The Dharma appearance is not majestic and spectacular, but the golden light is as thick as water.
Pang Yuanji and Jin Shen Faxiang were pushed back to a higher place.
When Pang Yuanji stabilized his figure, the golden body of Dharma Buddha suddenly transformed into heaven and earth, became tens of feet tall, and stood behind Pang Yuanji, holding a seal in one hand and a giant sword in the other.
Chen Pingan stepped on the first and fifteenth day of the junior high school.
Faced with such a magnificent vision, we did not retreat but advanced, climbing high at an extremely fast speed.
At the window, outside the wine shop, heads and necks were stretched out one by one, looking dumbfounded.
These two guys were fighting a bit lawlessly.
Yan Zhuo said softly: "Ning Yao, don't you try to persuade him? There's really no need to go to such trouble. Pang Yuanji is not a bad person, and Chen Pingan is an even better person. If it were Qi Shou, I wish Chen Pingan could punch Qi Shou."
The hunter’s brains will be knocked out. If the beating continues like this, life and death will really be divided.”
Ning Yao said angrily: "I can't persuade you."
Dong Huafu is a bit like falling into the clouds. Is there anyone in the world who Sister Ning can't persuade?
Whether it's A Liang or the boss swordsman, they are all very impressive to Sister Ning. What's more, Sister Ning is sensible early, and even those two have never treated Sister Ning as a child. She is also the oldest among them.
One, and so far the only one, who can talk to A Liang and the boss Sword Immortal about important matters. In this regard, Dong Hua Fu's sister admits that she is far inferior to Ning Yao.
Ning Yao added: "I don't want to persuade."
Dong Huafu quickly felt relieved, this was what Sister Ning would say.
Pang Yuanji raised his hand high and pressed it down heavily.
The golden figure behind him, who was as tall as a mountain peak, held a mysterious dharma seal intertwined with thunder and lightning, and then swatted it down.
I saw the young warrior breaking the seal with one punch. He still had some strength left and punched Pang Yuanji!
Pang Yuanji was unmoved and wiped it horizontally with both fingers.
Fa Xiang's sword swept out, and the giant sword hit the young man in green shirt's waist hard.
Chen Ping'an's feet were firmly rooted. Instead of being shot away and falling to the ground, Chen Ping'an was only moved more than ten feet away by the sword. When the strength of the giant sword in the hands of the Master weakened slightly, he continued to climb up at an angle, and then moved out with his left hand.
One punch.
This scene made all the sword cultivators under the Earth Immortal feel numb on their scalps and chills on their backs.
The seal condensed again, and the giant sword was raised high again and dropped.
Chen Pingan disappeared out of thin air twice, came to a slightly higher place between Pang Yuanji and the golden body, and punched Pang Yuanji's real body on the head.
There was a bang.
Pang Yuanji crashed straight from the air into the street. No one could be seen, dust was flying, and he didn't show up for a long time.
Wearing a green shirt, he stepped on two flying swords and slowly landed on the street. One of his left arms drooped. As for his right hand, there is no need to say more.
There happened to be that sword fairy next to me.
He stood on the edge of the pit, covered in blood, and slowly turned his head to look at his beloved girl in the distance.
The young swordsman in green shirt and white jade hairpin gently pressed the hilt of the sword with his bare palm, winking at her with a bright smile.