Chapter 577： Watching the sword

Pang Yuanji put his fingers together in front of him and smiled. "I don't have a lot of flying swords. I just want to be fast enough. I hope I won't let you down."

Above the street, the swords are crowded, and then if there is a stream of streams, they are twisted and twisted, and there is no rule. They eventually spread out and gathered together into a sword river.

The sword is everywhere, and the alcoholic drinkers on both sides of the wine cellar are clearly aware of a cold chill, pouring in from the street.

The reason why Pang Yuanji was selected as a disciple by the hidden officials was obviously not a dog, but everyone knows well. Pang Yuanji is indeed the man who has the most hope to inherit the shackles of the hidden lord in the 100-year-old Great Wall.

The demon is the most, that is, I am out of the sword.

Which sword is repaired, is it not in the mind?

A sword repair, especially the arrogant son of the congenital sword embryo, the rank of his own flying sword, will indeed determine the level of their final achievement.

After Pang Yuanji said the sentence.

The wine cellar of the large and small wine cellars will have a continuous sound of sizzling sounds.

Pang Yuanji’s life-beating Feijian, named “Time”, is like water, so the indefinite sword is invisible. If the most fundamental one of Qishen’s swords is jumping, there is also an amount of intuitive display, then Pang Yuanji’s life is Sword, it is really unreasonable, the most unreasonable, not only the power of the flying sword, but with the "time" flying sword, Pang Yuanji is known as "Jiantong Wanfa", flying The sword can not only temper the body, but also feed back the three souls and seven scorpions, practice the method, and do more with less. Plus, Pang Yuanji has shown the astounding cultivating qualifications since childhood, touched the class, and learned and refined, so Pang Yuanji has The nickname of "Pang Baijia".

Pang Yuanji did not have a robes, and there was no such thing as a half-birth soldier brought by the surname, and there was no extra arsenal.

Chen Pingan walked gently forward, and a fist was like a waterfall, walking down the street, such as sailing against the water.

When walking, the pure Wufu's boxing intentions, and the pure and pure swordsmanship, must collide together, making the people who are not enough in the realm of the war, can't see the face shape of the green shirt swordsman. The picture on the street is like the bowl of wine. If a person throws a piece of copper money into the wine, the drinker shakes the white bowl, so that people can't really cut the bottom of the bowl.

Ning Yao, who always stood in the same place, said softly: "When that frame, how can Chen Ping win, why did Qishou lose, and I will tell you some details."

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Then he turned his head and smiled and said: "Right, Sanqiu, who is talking, ‘saying lies, one hand can be slammed down?’”

Chen Sanqiu said with a blank face: "It should be Dong Black Charcoal."

Dong Huanfu said: "Twist your mother's egg!"

There are some helplessness in the stack, Dong Black Charcoal is actually the longest one among all people, and it is estimated that it is also the only "extremely strong" who has urinated in Aliang in the Great Wall of the Sword, so Dong Black Charcoal If you don't talk, as long as you open your mouth, it's all the dirty words learned from Aliang. If the listener really wants to mind, he will be laughed and suffocated.

A middle-aged sword fairy who quietly came to the broken wine cellar, sitting next to the one-eyed big man, wiped the dust on the table, smiled and nodded: "The boxing is pure, the boxing is full of mystery. Unimaginable, early years That Cao Ci was able to win this person three games in a row."

The big man who had previously slandered the sinister adult, did not feel a little uncomfortable, still drinking, hoarsely said: "You are late, if you have seen Cao Ci practicing the fist in the city, it will not be so strange. Cao Ci’s achievements are high and how fast it breaks. I take it for granted.”

Having said that, the big man looked at Chen Ping, who was not in a hurry and leisurely, and walked forward in the torrent of swords. "Of course, this young man is really good. I also saw his round-trip on the wall. I practiced boxing. At that time, I can't think of him being able to have today's martial arts realm. Even if the boss Jianxian said, I don't necessarily believe it."

The middle-aged sword fairy who had just arrived from Nanpo Weizhou not long ago, smiled and said: "I heard that he came from Baozhuzhou's Zhuzhudong, and I don't know if there is any relationship with the big prince Song Changjing. ”

The big man swayed his head and said: "It's not very clear. It's not too big next year. It's a veteran bird that you used to kill. You are awesome, a pure Wufu, can there be so many fights? Even if there are high-ranking people Law, not really in the land of life and death many times, can not beat this meaning."

"It’s not like a foreigner, but it’s like the most authentic young man in the Great Wall."

The Jianxian man of Nanpo Weizhou raised the wine bowl and gently touched it with the other party. After sipping the wine, he sighed: "The big land is big, like I don't like drinking, but I only come here. I also developed alcohol addiction bugs in my stomach."

The man screamed at the corner of his mouth. This silent, jade-like sword repaired a rare grievance. He sneered: "It’s all the atmosphere that the **** brought out, the bachelor doesn’t drink, the bachelor is tens of thousands of years. Drinking, Yuan Ying walks away."

The three games were finished.

It is the fourth frame right away.

It’s really enjoyable.

The little girl with some baby fat, slammed her hand on the window sill, her face was red and excited. "I don't see it, I don't see it. Is my vision good? Don't be shy, say it out loud!"

No one cares about her.

This made the little girl annoyed and suddenly found that Dong’s sister was a bit abnormal.

She was curious: "Don sister, did you suddenly find that Ning sister picked such a good man, and then I saw that my age boss is not small, pick and choose, and there is no suitable, so your heart is particularly uncomfortable? Learn from me, be happy to speak, feel uncomfortable, and I will accompany you to drink. I will lend you some happiness!"

Dong could not kneel on the window sill, his hands rubbed his face, sighed and sighed, nodding his head: "The thief is uncomfortable. For so many years, nothing is better than Ning Shutou."

The little girl comforted: "Dong sister, you are old, in this matter, Ning sister is better than you, and wins!"

Dong couldn’t turn his head and reached for the little girl’s neck. He gently lifted it up and smiled. “Let’s say, I didn’t hear it clearly.”

The girl's feet are off the ground, and she is very annoyed. She screams: "Don sister, you have respected me from today, one is careless, I am the little wife of Chen Ping, and you can't eat it." Go, he saw me used to bully you, but he is going to beat you, just like playing the hunting, I can’t stop it, I can’t stop it, I can only watch the sister Dong, you are playing on the ground. go with."

Dong could not poke the girl into the ground and smiled: "What is messy, this kind of thing goes to Ning Shutou to say."

The girl stood still and shook her shoulders. "I am not stupid. Can't you really see that he and Ning sister's eyebrows are coming, just talk about it. My mother often recites, the man who can't get it is under the sun." The best man! I can know, my mother is deliberately telling me to listen to it, I am going to eat every time with a pitiful appearance. Oh, don’t dare, hit it, beat it, really want Get angry, it seems that it is not necessary."

Dong is not allowed to hold the little girl's head, that is, let the latter pass a "skull", smiled and said: "The young age does not learn well, the mouth does not have a door, really not afraid of your mother-in-law playing your **** blossom?"

After Dong’s dismissal, the girl’s hands wiped her red and swollen forehead, and she did not look at Dong’s. She clenched her fists and knocked on the window sill. “I’m wrong! I decided, and when he won Pang Yuanji, I will follow him. I learned to punch, he didn't teach, I was kneeling at the door of Ning's sister's house, licking it with a fragrant and semi-muscle, sincerely! After I learned the boxing, huh, when Dong sister walks at night, be careful! ”

Even Dong has no way to take a little girl.

The brain has a pit, and the truth is not filled.

Dong did not suddenly sigh: "There are a lot of swords and swords."

When the little girl was about to talk, she would not let Dong hold her arms around her neck and squat to her side. The little girl’s head slammed, her eyes turned, her tongue spit out, and she was dead.

Above the street.

The young Wufu of the white-shirted white jade has done a strange thing.

Did not rely on Wufu's tough body and posture, did not pursue the fastest speed of "shuishui", close to that Pang Yuanji.

Instead, the arm is gently shaken, and both hands are holding a large yellow paper symbol of the ordinary product, throwing it out, all of a sudden four or fifty different symbols.

Almost all the symbols were shattered by the sword.

However, Chen Pingan continued to do so, and the speed of walking and throwing the shackles was dazzling.

Pang Yuanji smiled, his fingers pointed and he stepped down.

Chen Ping’s body was far behind, and there was a Pang Yuanji.

On the roofs on both sides of the street, there are twelve more Pang Yuanji.

Every "Pang Yuanji" in the high place is either a martyrdom or a Buddhist scripture. At each foot, there is a symbol, between Pang Yuanji and Pang Yuanji, between the array and the array. The slender silk threads of different colors, such as the dragon snakes, walked and joined each other, and finally formed a symbolic array covering the entire street.

Not only that, but the two Pang Yuanji who stood behind Chen Ping’s body also began to move slowly. While walking, they arbitrarily tapped on the dots, hovering in the air, hovering in the air, all the strange and ancient literary clouds, many volleys. Write the virtual character, the symbol of the brilliance blooms a grain of extremely bright light, some symbols, aura of water, some lightning, and some fire dragons entangled, and so on.

For the last time, Chen Ping was thrown out of more than a hundred yellow papers.

In a moment, one station is set, the boxing frame is re-started, and the original fierce boxing in the body is surging, such as the sword returning to the sheath, with a convergence boxing, and handing out the rapid punch.

The fist is like a rainbow.

Such as thunder and vibration, born in the ground.

The long river of swords on the whole street fluctuated.

The rivers and swords, most of them are swords, gathered around the green shirts, such as heavy soldiers besieged the city.

On the street, two Pang Yuanji still kept pace and continued to consolidate that character.

Pang Yuanji did not look at the three shelves.

This Chen Ping, there are too many means, and the key is to hide the strength.

For example, the left hand that has not really made a punch.

There is also Chen Ping’s real speed, how fast is it, Pang Yuanji is still unable to figure out.

In the battle with Qishun, this Chen Ping, the elaborate eye-blocking method, actually has a lot.

Under the sword fairy, in addition to Ning Yao and his Pang Yuanji, and those Yuan Yingjian repair, perhaps only to see a lively.

Pang Yuanji is actually deep inside, and there is some helplessness.

You Chen Pingan is a pure Wufu, the next five martial arts martial arts, there is a squadron flying sword after the big refining, and the other two very frightening fake imitation swords flying sword, how is it going?

God knows if this guy will steal a hand.

Pang Yuanji felt that the guy had done this kind of wicked thing.

In addition, Pang Yuanji’s heart is more intense.

The symbols that were taken out by Chen Ping are actually in the subtleties of the precision exploration of Jianhe River.

Therefore, Pang Yuanji did not hesitate, he gathered the sword and never gave him more opportunities to investigate.

Earlier Chen Ping and his party left Ningfu.

In the martial arts field, Nalan’s night servant, the old servant of Ning’s family, has been diligently guarding the three generations of Ningfu. At this moment, he squats on the ground, stretches out five fingers, and gently rubs the ground.

The Yao family, who came to Ningfu with her own young lady in the early years, stood on the side of the white refining cream and was annoyed: "Old dog, why don't you stare at it, there is a leak, how is it? You dog Life, can you afford it?"

Nalan’s night walks indifferently: “Is it dangerous again, can there be a dangerous battlefield in the south?”

The white refining cream became more and more fierce. "The human heart is sinister. Why has it been a little bit worse than the battlefield? Nalan old dog! You really don't understand, or don't you understand?"

Nalan’s night line was closed and she was silent.

Bai Lianhuai sighed and his tone slowed down. "Have you ever thought that Chen Gongzi’s young man, who is like a prostitute in the Great Wall, doesn’t need to worry so much, so he will give it to him carefully. The comfortable and comfortable dragon ride is fast. On our side, Ning Fu is both you and me.

On the other side of the Yao family, they still choose to wait and see. Since even the Yao family did not express their opinions, this means that before the incident, no one helped the ladies and aunts to support them. It was late. ”

Nalan said in the night: "Yao Laoer, my heart is sighing."

White refining cream hesitated, tentatively asked: "It is better to let our grandfather's bride price, leak some wind to Yao family?"

Nalan’s night trip was hard to talk on the old man’s side, and he turned his head and said: “Don’t make a mistake, don’t humiliate the Yao family.”

The white refining cream nodded, and there was no color in the sky.

Nalan’s night said: “Since you have said that Chen Ping’s selection of our lady, there is no way to convince us, and he should convince others to convince others, then convince!”

White refining cream complained: "I am not letting you blend in, help Chen Ping to pull the frame, just let you stare at it, so as not to be an accident, you have been stunned for a long time, and did not say anything."

Nalan’s night line was helpless: “Well, then I will violate the agreement and tell you the truth. I don’t go out, I can only sit here and scratch my lungs. It’s Chen’s meaning. Otherwise I’ll go there early. Pick a corner and drink."

White refining cream wondered: "Is he already greeting you?"

Nalan nodded at night and said: "By my courage, I dare not fool you on this kind of thing? It is Chen Ping’s own meaning."

The old man stood up and smiled. "The reason is very simple. Ningfu does not have an elder to go there. The family will not have this face. As for the frame, he will lose even if he loses. It is bound to let Qishun will never feel that he really won. If Qishun dares to follow the rules, it is no longer a simple victory, but at a certain moment, suddenly in a life-and-death gesture, cross the border, then He Chen Pingan was able to force the ancestors behind Qishun to come out and clean up the mess. When the family could pick up the face and the lining from the ground, they would see the people watching the battle at that time, and they could not agree."

White refining cream fell into meditation and considered the words carefully.

Nalan’s night said, “You and the lady may not know. Chen Ping’s privately found me twice. One time, he asked in detail about the details of Qikang, Pang Yuanji and Gao Yehou. The name of Feijian from the three swords , temperament, to kill the habits, and then to their preachers, which kill and divide the battlefield and fight against the killing, Chen Pingan have asked one by one. The second time is to help me imitate the three flying sword, he came Each of them has only one point against the enemy. My sword must be one point faster than the three-person flying sword. I certainly won’t refuse it, just in the room where Chen Ping’s life is difficult to move. No need to hurt people, point to the end. Chen Pingan said with a smile, once he really let go, he will give his fists at least, and he will at least let the pride of these days, and his Chen Ping, win and lose, not want to do it, At the end of the game, it is estimated that they will not be allowed to live without death."

White refining cream is quirky.

Nalan’s smile was even more weird. With the fingers pointing to the direction of the shop, “Are you still worried about Chen Pingan? Isn’t it true that they should be in the same place, Pang Yuanji’s headaches, Chen Ping’s right? Is it an opponent, once the two sides are not Disparity, it is estimated that Chen Ping will live alive and die. Chen Pingan is awkward, and you will not know clearly when you have a punch.

Nalan’s night walks slowly and feels comfortable. “This kid, let’s talk, know how many gifts. When I am here, help him to feed the sword, then they will drink a little drink, and the kid will be much harder to say. Something, you didn't see it. At that time, Chen Pingan, who had drunk the wine, took off his boots, and learned how to sit cross-legged, and the look in his eyes, plus what he said, how is it? a scene."

Nalan’s night trip reveals a few memories.

Ning Fu, I really have to have a male owner, or it is too stuffy.

White refining cream blinked: "See you, call him Chen Gongzi! On my side, you can call your grandfather. You are a Chen Ping, like a word, who borrows your dog?!"

Nalan’s night line was too sloppy, and she finally earned a face in Chen Ping’s side. On this side of the wife’s side, there was no more left to return.

The old man said to himself: "Old dog, you said that Chen Gongzi is impossible, and won three games in a row."

Nalan’s night has long drafts. “I certainly want to, but if it’s the third frame, it’s Pang Yuanji, Qikang and Gao Yehou. It’s still a little difficult to jump out of these three. Only the most likely Hunt, as long as this little donkey is not big, Chen Pingan and him, there is a fight, very good."

as predicted.

The two old people clearly perceive the scent of an ancient sword and echoed on the street over the stack of shops.

Then the fairy sword, which was placed in the small house by Chen Ping, left Ningfu on his own.

The old man squatted on the knees of Nalan's night. "I still don't roll to see the situation! The crow's mouth is clearly that Qikang will smear the high candle."

Although Nalan’s night line is as usual, in fact, there are some urgency in the heart. I usually talk about it, regardless of life and death. Where do I need a half-bright soldier and a fairy soldier?

Nalan’s night trip also does not allow for any agreement.

However, the old man did not expect her to come to the end, but suddenly she was suffocating. Although her look was dignified, Bai Lianshuang still shook her head: "Forget it. We must believe my grandfather, which is expected."

Nalan’s night test tentatively asked: “Don’t you go?”

The implication is that if there is a problem there, what should I do after Nalan’s night, you can make a random call, but you must not blame him for his dereliction of duty.

White refining cream nodded, "I said!"

Nalan night gave her a look.

Old anger said: "Old dog - good dog eyes!"

Nalan’s night knows that she is not in a good mood at the moment and she will endure it.

Anyway, she doesn't care about her, it's not a year or two.

Soon after, there was a Jindan sword repairing in a hurry and falling in the martial arts field. After the salute of the two predecessors, "Chen Pingan has won three games. The three are Ren Yi, Yu Yu, Qi Qi. ”

The nearly 100-year-old is only a young and handsome Jin Danjian, named Cui Wei, who is an unnamed disciple of Nalan’s night. Nalan’s night is not true. Cui Wei has always been observing the teacher’s apprenticeship. In fact, this is more than a decade. It was implicated in the catastrophe of Ningfu, and the days passed very badly. Cui Wei. Still did not change his original intention.

The old man shouted loudly.

Nalan’s night asked: “Chen Ping’s safety is very heavy? Then why don’t you protect your point, just take the lead in asking for success?”

Cui Wei smiled and said: "It looks like you have to play another game. After I said the news, I have to go back and watch the game."

Nalan’s night trip grabbed Cui Wei’s shoulder and said, “The process of the three frames will be detailed!”

Cui Wei smiled bitterly: "Master, the fourth field, Chen Pingan is playing with Pang Yuanji, and Chen Ping is actively invited to fight. It is a pity to not look at it. When I arrived in Ningfu, I found that I had rushed to the two times. The sword fairy predecessor of Luzhou Luzhou."

Nalan’s night asked: “What about the high candle?”

Cui Wei will smile, "Sword fairy Gao Kui hammered the sound, the road broke the heavens, so Qihun is just holding the sword, but did not have a sword, has already sent the sword away."

The old man was too late to be happy, his face changed slightly. "What? My grandfather still has to fight Pang Yuanji again?!"

Nalan’s night walk was laughing. “I am relieved.”

The old man reached out and said, "Go stare!"

Nalan’s night walked and shook his head: “You don’t have to go, you’ve won Qishun, and you’ve already proved that Chen Ping’s safety is not only in your heart, but also in punches.”

On the side of the unnamed disciple Cui Wei, I still want to talk about the style of the predecessors.

However, Nalan quietly moved at the foot of the night.

The old man waved his hand, "Cui Wei, trouble you to look at the point again, see the machine is not good, then sacrificed Feijian to believe in Ningfu."

Cui Wei quickly slammed the sword away.

On the side of the Jianqi Great Wall, the kind of between the two swordsmen is turned upside down, and the swords on both sides cover the sky, of course, not to be missed.

However, Cui Wei did not think that Chen Ping’s dispute with Qikang and Pang Yuanji would not be wonderful.

In fact, it is wonderful.

Otherwise, the four top five swordsmen, including Gao Kui, will not drink there.

In addition, afterwards, they rushed to the scene and witnessed the sword fairy of the last younger generation. Cui Wei even guessed that there would be swords in the hands of the hands, and gathered in the street!

In the middle of the year, Cao Ci of Tushen Chau appeared in the Great Wall, and there were conflicts. How many swordsmen would you like to show up?

Although this is not so high with Cao Ci's martial arts realm at that time, it is very important to have a boxing and enemies. I can open all the reasons, not to mention, only the number of swordsmen watching the battle, Chen Ping, who had just arrived in Jianhe Great Wall for a few days, has been unknowingly, catching up with someone in the past, but the latter is a chicken flying dog A big chaos, with a heroic spirit, a sword fairy, a little bit of non-stick.

The old man muttered: "If the lady is still there, how good it is."

Nalan’s night was full of words, only sigh.

The old man blinked and smiled. "It's also good now."

Above the city wall of the Great Wall of the Sword, there are two huts of different sizes.

A young man with a face like Guanyu walked out of the small hut and came to the nearby northern city. Looking at the city in the north, he smiled and said: "The left predecessors, the hidden officials are all running around to join in the fun, you really don't look How many eyes?"

On the head of the city, a man sitting cross-legged, cross-swords in the knees, closed his eyes, and surrounded by criss-crossing, condensed and sturdy, and suddenly angered, suddenly lost, and the man standing next to him, is the wind Snow Temple Jianxian Wei Jin.

After the Wei and Jin Dynasties, after Li Shujing, Bao Pingzhou, and before the horse, Xuzhou was born out of genius. As for the three people, it was recognized that Li Xiaojing, who died before the death of Yuan Ying’s sword, was not inferior to Wei Jin. However, it is a pity that it is trapped in love, and it has lost the possibility of becoming the first immortal sword in the history of Bao Pingzhou. Therefore, in general, it is still not as good as Wei Jin, and the Zhenwu Mountain martial artist Ma Kuixuan, Baoliangzhou Mountain, They all think that the qualifications should be slightly less than the two predecessors of Li Yujing and Wei Jin. However, the opportunity of the Avenue is too good, and the final achievement in the future may be even higher than that of Wei Jin. As for the Li Leijing, the owner of the Fenglei Garden, since the soldiers After the death of the world, after all, everything goes.

There was no blinking left and right, and the look was indifferent: "There is nothing to look at, and it is meaningless to win."

Wei Jin knew the temper of the left-previous generation, so the words were not too taboo, and smiled: "This is really not like a master who has an attitude towards the younger brother."

Shaking his head and left: "I have never admitted this. Not to mention the rules of the Taoist literary system, I did not hang the image of the ancestor, and I did not respect the scent of the scent. He was not my younger brother."

Wei Jin will not say anything more.

The left predecessor, this is a person who does not like to talk, as if to let him say a word, more powerful than the sword against the enemy.

Left and right and Wei Jin, two swords, one from the Middle Kingdom Shenzhou, one from Baoliangzhou, and the left and right have been far from the human vision, like the ghosts and ghosts drifting on the vast sea, for more than a hundred years Time, the two people could not beat the original gossip, except to know Aliang, and Chen Pingan.

The swordsmanship and character of the Wei and Jin Dynasties are relatively pleasing to the eye. This young Wei Jin, who had been favored by Aliang, is considered to be one of the many swords in the Great Wall of the Sword. There are not many left and right to say a few words. The presence.

However, Wei Jin is only a sword fairy who has not been in the jade scene for a long time. In contrast, a hundred years ago, it has already enjoyed a good reputation around the world. Wei Jin called a left predecessor, which is very real.

Wei Jin has some emotions.

Every sword repair, there will be one of the most admired swordsmen in mind.

For example, Feng Xue Temple Shenxiantai, his master who is not high but will make Wei Jin respect his life, has always admired Li Yijing, who is suppressing Zhengyang Mountain by one person. The greatest wish during his lifetime is to have the opportunity to Li. Li Jing asked kendo, even if Li Yujing only said one word, even if there is no regret in this life. It is a pity that Master's face is thin and repaired to a low level. He has never been able to reach his wish. When the Wei and Jin Dynasties sway into the rivers and lakes, he encounters the "knife guest" who wears a fight, and closes the border. He wants to take the position of Jian Xian and the disciple of Master. Asked Jianfeng Leiyuan, Li Yujing has passed away.

For Wei Jin, his life is always like this. If you don’t ask for it, you may be full of it, and you will be eager to go.

Fortunately, the Great Wall of Jianqi, the mood of Wei and Jin, is a wide one.

Here are the swordsmen who have been living alone in the Jiancheng Great Wall for thousands of years. There are those who are from the North Club Luzhou who are generous to death. Of course, there are also predecessors who have reached the peak of the swordsmanship and seem to be a lot better than the swordsmanship.

In the previous battle, one person left the sword and went deep into the hinterland of the demon army. He opened the road with a sword and no need to play a sword. The magic weapon was close to himself and turned into a powder.

Until the big demon that was picked up at the other end, the left and right were just playing.

The gods fight, and there are countless fish in the pool. Anyway, within a hundred miles, they are all demons.

Abundant.

Only this one war, so that the left and right become the most foreigners who are welcomed by the swordsmanship of the Great Wall.

After the end of the war, sitting alone on the city to drink, the boss Jianxian Chen Qing appeared, said a sentence, "high swordsmanship, not enough."

Even in the face of the Dinghai Shenzheng, who was called the boss of the sword by Aliang, he only answered one sentence. "That is, swordsmanship is not high enough."

At that time, Chen Qing had both hands and turned away. He shook his head and smiled: "The most famous old man, how to teach you such a student."

I am too lazy to talk.

The reason is very simple, I can't beat this old man.

Otherwise, he will speak with the sword, so that the highest-ranking criminals of this generation, mentioning his husband, must be polite.

Wei Jin looked down at the open palm and smiled: "In the first game, Chen Pingan won, very relaxed, the opponent is a dragon gate sword repair."

After a moment of silence, there is still no blinking, just frowning: "Dragon Gate Sword Repair?"

Wei Jin thought that the left predecessor was too low for Chen Ping’s opponent’s realm. He said: “The second game is a young Jin Dan.”

Unexpectedly, the frowning of the left and the right, "only ten years? Have you had a decade? Can you repair the dragon sword?"

The mood of the Wei and Jin Dynasties is somewhat complicated.

Is the left predecessor too dissatisfied with his little teacher?

The Wei and Jin Dynasties quickly remembered that the left predecessor seemed to be studying under the Wensheng Gate. The realm was not high, and it was not a congenital sword.

Left and right, said: "You don't have to tell me about the battle."

Wei Jin is just looking at the mountains and rivers.

Continue to the left and right, with the sword of the Great Wall, and the sword of the sword.

When I was young, I didn’t have to study hard, and I was distracted in the practice of practicing martial arts and practicing swords. It was not a good thing.

After experiencing more things, and then turning to read, it is difficult to eat some simple reasons.

I am thinking about how to get along with this world, pick and choose, for the knowledge I use, to solve the urgent needs of the school, is considered to be a good learning, such a knowledge, know more, for ordinary people, naturally still It’s not a small benefit. After all, it’s an individual. I have to have that peace of mind. But for my own student, especially the close disciple... it doesn’t make much sense.

The Wei and Jin Dynasties were silent for a long time. After seeing the second frame, I noticed the nuances around me. I couldn’t help but ask: "Since the left predecessors are still worried, why are they not willing to see him?"

Wrinkled left and right: "I said, I don't think he is my little teacher."

That young man can be a disciple of his own gentleman. It can be the younger brother of Qi Jingchun. Even so, it does not mean that he is the younger brother in his heart.

Otherwise, he is left and right, why do you call yourself a master, as the recognized sage of the sage, Cui Weiru, has nothing?

Take a step back and say, under the sun, there is a small younger brother who is swaying with the little wife and grandfather, and will leave the master on one side?

I don't want you to be a younger brother. Is it your reason why you dare not treat me as a master?

Wei Jinan quietly watched the war.

Suddenly open your eyes, squint, and look up at the street in the city.

Wei Jin held back his smile and did not speak.

At this moment, it happened that the child of the Qi family had pulled out the sword.

Close your eyes soon.

Wei Jin will smile.

Wen Sheng Yi, the most reasonable reason.

Outside the Great Wall of Jianqi, the imperial official's imperial wind fell under the head of the city, a squat, stepping on the wall and going up.

The footsteps seem to be unpleasant, but in an instant, I arrived at the head of the city, and I was stationed in a nearby area of ​​Luzhou Luzhou, a young sword fairy, holding a fist.

The hidden official nodded and stood on the head of the north side of the city. He took a big step and went to the south of the city. He reached for his two horns and lifted it up, swaying and slowly. Lift off.

Then she frowned, unwilling, and turned to the wind, as the arrow slammed to the head of the city at the foot, the whole thick cloud of her head was smashed away, and in a moment, she appeared next to a hut. "Why? I didn't drink anymore!"

After an old man with both hands, he smiled and said, "Tell me something about you."

The vulgar official said: "No drinking, I haven’t had a fight recently, I don’t go to the south."

The old man smiled and said: "So stubborn and naughty, I really don't plan to marry in the future?"

The vulgar adult wearing a loose black robe is like a black cat with a hairy hair.

The big sleeves are floating, and the black clouds linger around the little girl.

It turned out that the old man was standing beside her while she was speaking, bending her hand and holding her little head.

The fluffy black robe, momentarily loose, she looked down and said: "There is something to say!"

The old man waved his hand and "played by yourself. It's okay."

She angered: "Chen Qingdu! Make me play!"

Chen Qing smiled and said: "Listen to the tone of the occult officials, some are not convinced?"

Her face is gloomy.

next moment.

First, the Great Wall of the Swords near the Hut, a small world emerged.

Then almost all of the city's swords and swords felt a burst of vibration throughout the city.

In the little world.

The eldest sword fairy held one hand and held the head of the hidden official. The latter's feet were suspended and backed against the wall. She was murderous and unable to break away.

Chen Qing said indifferently: "I don't care for you, but my heart is awkward, I am too lazy to control you. When you are young and not sensible, I am especially tolerant of you. Remember?"

The hidden official was silent for a long time and nodded.

Chen Qing both released their hands and the hidden officials fell to the ground.

The old man said: "Play."

The vulgar officer sighed, turned around, swayed and swayed, and the two sleeves flew up.

The old man stopped at the wilderness of the South.

Smiled.

The world is like wine, drunk before the flower, drunk down the moon, drunk me for thousands of years.

Chen Qing looked back at the north.

In the case where the realm is not much different, it is an enemy of the kid, and there is not much to worry about.

Fu Xi has no use.

Chen Pingan also has fifteen, pine needles, and Lei Lei three flying swords, which can determine for himself the many falsehoods of Pang Yuanji's life-defying flying sword.

On the street, two Pang Yuanji also responded with ease, one person stopped, and separated his mind, driving three swords and entangled the three flying swords of Chen Pingan.

The other person is driving the sword, consuming Chen’s peace, and the Wufu is infuriating and condensed.

As for the twelve Pang Yuanji on the roof, they began to build a new character array.

Pang Yuanji chose one of the most stupid methods, step by step, and turned the whole street into his own small world.

If the saints sit in the town, the gods sit in the mountains, and cultivate a higher level!

In the end, the sword is repaired by Yuan Yingjian, and the winners and losers can be instantly separated.

The other party is obviously aware of Pang Yuanji’s thoughts.

It seems unfortunate that it seems to be unsuccessful, even if it is punched, it has already made the spectators frightened, and the fists and swords hit the air in a flash, causing the entire street to be shattered.

However, there is a tacit understanding between the two sides. No matter how upturned, Pang Yuanji’s swordsmanship is not in the wine cellar, and Chen Ping’s boxing is also true.

Just when Pang Yuanji is about to finish.

The young Wufu finally no longer has any strength.

A blind eye, he opened the river with a fist and came to the front of Pang Yuanji.

Not only that, but also a snow white rainbow flying sword suddenly appeared in the world, without warning, the savage behind the sword to deal with three Pang Yuanji of the existing flying sword.

This is nothing.

In the white, the ground rose, and the Yin God traveled in the clouds.

At the boxing point, the Pang Yuanji was beaten by a punch.

Feijian first day, broke the second Pang Yuanji.

Chen Ping’s Yin Shen suddenly hovered, condescending, and the inverted cloud used to steam the Daze style, the fists were like rainstorms, all over the roof, and all of them were Pang Yuanji.

At the same time, Chen Pingzheng, who was a fist in the street, had a slight knee and a slight knee. It was like a boxing frame that collapsed and collapsed. It broke out with a fist that had never been revealed in Chen Pingan, such as Chun Lei’s explosion, and the dragon’s movement. At the foot of a street, it was almost from beginning to end, all collapsed and sinking. Chen Ping was in a high place, and had crossed the top of his own Yinshen, and handed out the fist of his life to somewhere.

Above the city, the first thing is to go straight, like a knife to cut white paper.

Afterwards, everyone was on top of the head and rumbling.

In the air, Pang Yuanji emerged from the air, facing the straight fist box, and instantly gathered the Feijian, and there was a golden body with a height of several feet. The arms were intertwined and blocked in front of Pang Yuanji.

The law is not spectacular, but the golden light is as thick as water.

Pang Yuanji and the Golden Body Law were repulsed to a higher place.

When Pang Yuanji stabilized his body shape, the golden body method became a mustard, and it became as high as several dozen feet. Standing behind Pang Yuanji, he held a sword and a giant sword.

Chen Pingan stepped on the first day, fifteen.

In the face of these magnificent visions, we will not retreat and go up to the limit.

At the window, outside the wine cellar, all the heads, one by one, stretched out the neck, and looked stunned.

These two guys are playing a lot of lawlessness.

晏琢 whispered: "Ning Yao, do not persuade him? It is really not necessary to toss this part. Pang Yuanji is not bad, Chen Pingan, he is a good person, replaced with Qishun, I can't wait for Chen to punch a fist, put Qi The brains of the hunting are all played out. If you fight this way, you really have to die."

Ning Yao did not have a good air: "Do not persuade."

Some of Dong’s characters are like clouds, and there are people in Ning’s sister who can’t persever?

Ah Liang, the boss of the sword, or the sister of Ning, but they are very impressive. What's more, Ning's sister knows things early, even if it is the two, she never treated her sister as a child. Among them, the earliest one, and still the only one who can talk to Aliang and the boss Jianxian. At this point, Dong’s sister’s sister admitted that it was far worse than Ning Yao.

Ning Yao added: "I don't want to persuade."

Dong Huanfu was relieved, this is what Ning’s sister would say.

Pang Yuanji raised his hand high and pressed it down.

Behind him, the tall golden body of the mountain, holding the thunder and magic of the thunder and lightning, with one shot down.

I saw the young Wufu, broke the French seal with a punch, and still had the spare force to find Pang Yuanji!

Pang Yuanji was not moved, and the **** crossed.

The law was swept out of the sword, and the giant sword squatted at the waist of the young man.

Chen Ping’s feet are rooted. Not only have they not been shot, but they have fallen to the ground. They have just been removed by the blade and moved out a dozen feet. When the sword is in the hands of the sword, the sword is slightly reduced, and the left hand is again raised. a punch.

In this scene, you can see that all the celestial swords are under repair, and the scalp is directly numb, and the back is cold.

The French and Indians once again condensed, and the giant sword once again held high.

Chen Ping’s two bodies disappeared out of thin air, and came to a slightly higher position between Pang Yuanji and the golden body. The head of Pang Yuanji’s real body was a fist.

Silently.

Pang Yuanji sneaked into the street from the air, and there was no shadow, no dust, and no appearance for a long time.

A pair of flying swords on the two green swords, slowly falling on the street, a left arm sagged, as far as the right hand does not need to say.

Just around that is the sword fairy.

He stood on the edge of the crater, covered in blood, slowly turned his head and looked at the beloved girl in the distance.

The young swordsman in the green shirt and white jade, with the bare palm of his hand, gently touched the sword handle of the sword fairy, blinked at her and smiled brightly.