Chapter 29

De Xuan's flying sword was taken away, and his cultivation was not strong enough to fly in the air, so how can he fly now?

After landing awkwardly in the air, I opened my eyes and saw that my long sword was stepped in two. Where is the truth that I don't feel heartache?

It's a famous sword of the third level of lingpin. Apart from his senior brother who has been closed all the year round, there is no better sword of the three generations of disciples than his own. But now he is so watching it be trampled in two. Where's the reason why he doesn't feel bad?

"You... You..." he pointed to Cheng Jianxuan and couldn't speak angrily.

Cheng Jian chose his eyebrows and asked, "don't you agree?"

De Xuan bit his teeth, but didn't speak. He just stared at Cheng Jianxuan with his eyes.

Cheng Jian chose a sneer, walked a few steps closer to de Xuan, and stretched out his hand to catch his pulse gate. De Xuan quickly dodged in fear, but it was all in vain under the ghost like grasp of Cheng Jian.

The pulse gate is restricted, and dexuan can't make any magic power.

Cheng Jianxuan picked up a corner of de Xuan's Taoist robe and rubbed his nose. Then he slapped his ass with his hand. While beating, he asked, "do you accept it? Do you accept it?"

At first, de Xuan could bite his teeth and bear it, but Cheng Jian chose to fight harder and harder. Finally, he couldn't help the pain and cried: "I take it, martial uncle Cheng, don't fight..."

Su Moyu, who had been watching, felt that his brain couldn't keep up. He thought of the Taoist priest standing on the tree with a calm smile and elegant demeanor just now, and looked at his crying face when he was spanked. He was so happy that he said, "it's time to call you love to dress Thirteen!"

At this time, it is estimated that Cheng Jianxuan was also happy. As soon as he released his hand, he threw de Xuan on the ground and said, "it would be over if he had recognized counsellor earlier? Why suffer from this flesh and blood?"

De Xuan wiped his tears and nodded against his heart, "yes."

Cheng Jian smiled, took Su Moyu's arm and said, "go, boy, drink with me!"

Su Moyu nodded and said, "yes!" then he followed Cheng Jian to the Tianzi room.

Just a few steps away, suddenly there was a continuous wind in the sky, and seven young people fell down. After stopping at Yaping, one of the older layman disciples saw de Xuan lying on the ground at a glance and hurriedly asked, "younger martial brother de Xuan, what's the matter with you?"

As soon as de Xuan saw his own people coming, he couldn't hold back his grievances. His tears fell down in pairs, and he said, "it's all right."

Naturally, the layman would not believe it. He shouted loudly, "who did you say hurt you? Our martial brothers will get justice for you!"

Cheng Jianze didn't go far at this time. As soon as he heard this, he stopped and turned back: "what's the matter with me?"

The seven young men looked back angrily. When they saw that the famous old rogue was talking, they bowed their heads one after another. The laity disciple held it for a long time before saying, "it's all right."

But just as Cheng Jianxuan was about to leave, suddenly there was another gust of wind in the sky. The black fat man couldn't help but scold, "is it over yet?"

The wind gathered and there was an old Taoist priest in the audience. He was the one who preached in the lecture hall today. He staggered to Cheng Jianxuan and said, "fat man, don't you welcome me?"

Cheng Jian chose to see the sick old Taoist. His expression suddenly calmed down a lot, but he said, "tuberculosis ghost, who will welcome you?"

The sick Taoist shook his head and smiled bitterly. Suddenly he looked at Su Moyu and asked, "are you the worker who caused trouble today?"

When Su Moyu saw the other party asking, he nodded awkwardly and said, "yes, but I didn't mean to..."

The Taoist priest sighed and said, "what's the difference between intentional and unintentional? It's your fault today. Can you admit it?"

Su Moyu thought for a moment, nodded and said, "it's really my fault."

At this time, Cheng Jianxuan suddenly interrupted: "what's right or wrong? I want to see that the people flowing from Tianjian are really stingy. I've seen them in the bathroom. She has a lot of meat. If she really feels wronged, you call all the people flowing from Tianjian. How big is it for me to pee in front of them?"

The sick Taoist shook his head and said, "this is nonsense!"

Cheng Jianxuan said with a smile, "what can I do?"

The Taoist priest was silent for a moment, as if he was considering his words. Finally, he slowly said, "I know you have a grudge against the master of yanyunfeng. It's just what happened in those years, but I can't blame him..."

At this point, Cheng Jianxuan suddenly sank his face and said, "I take you as a half friend. If you want to mention the year, this half friend can't do it."

The sick Taoist nodded again and again and said, "don't mention it, but let's talk about it now. In the final analysis, it's still the little worker. I think it's better to turn the big thing into a small one. It's not suitable to argue again."

Cheng Jianxuan thought again and again. Finally, he nodded and said, "if you can let him talk to the Lord of yanyunfeng, I'm not so stingy."

The sick Taoist smiled bitterly and nodded. At this time, suddenly, the war drum sounded in the far air, and then a burst of fairy music came.

Su Moyu secretly glanced over there and saw that nearly a hundred people came with their swords. The flying swords at the foot of the middle man were shining brightly.

Cheng Jianze looked at the figure with a sneer and said, "I always have this virtue. What I know is that the master of Yanyun peak arrived. What I don't know is that someone had a funeral."

The sick Taoist sighed and said in his heart, "I have to pinch it before I meet. What can I do?"

After a while, the people in the air came down. Su Moyu peeked behind Cheng Jianxuan and saw that the Lord of Yanyun peak in the middle was wearing a bright red robe with several golden dragons embroidered with gold thread. He had a high crown on his head, which was disorderly and inlaid with various precious stones. A big long face has pimples. I'm afraid mosquitoes will sprain their feet when they fall.

After reading it for a long time, Su Moyu said secretly, "it seems that the leader of Yanyun peak is really a local tyrant!"

After the master of Yanyun peak landed, he put his hands behind his back, raised his face in a condescending manner, pulled a long voice and said, "Cheng Jianxuan --"

Cheng Jian chose to stride forward and said, "what did you ask your grandpa to do?"

As soon as the old man next to him heard it, he said in a secret way: "end! Don't think about making big things small."

Sure enough, the smoke cloud peak master's face changed and hummed for a long time: "the peak master doesn't care about you. I just ask you, where's the little beast in your hall? I'll break him into pieces and don't involve you."

Cheng Jianxuan sneered, "little beast? There's only a donkey here. If you don't talk well, you'll only make a long donkey cry." everyone could hear that it was insulting the master of Yanyun peak, so all the people around were silent for a time. "

Yan Yunfeng's face could no longer hang, and he said angrily, "fat man, don't think that the Lord of this peak doesn't dare to do it to you."

Cheng Jian chose to fork his waist and said to him with his nostrils, "come on, don't hit me, you're mine!"