The old Taoist looked squarely at the skinny little girl for the first time.
A tall Taoist, a little girl as thin as a bamboo pole.
A world of difference.
Under the gaze of the Taoist, the little girl who originally banged her head against the wall of the well in an attempt to escape seemed to have drank a bowl of herbal tea in midsummer, and it was the big white porcelain bowl of plum soup found in the wealthy courtyards. , the pain suddenly disappeared, she gasped for air, leaned against the edge of the well mouth, and timidly looked at the old fairy. Drawn by instinct, her eyes moved quickly, looking for where the "bead" was hidden for the old man.
This is called not remembering to eat or fight.
Fortunately, this Taoist's attitude towards the world, especially good and evil, is very different from ordinary people. He didn't pay much attention to the little girl's desperate search, but the old Taoist already knew the little girl's identity, so he was even more fed up with the old scholar who kept saying that "students only borrow things."
The two of them made a bet in the early years. The old scholar, who was full of sourness, won a token from him by acting like a scoundrel and making a fool of himself. Protect his life carefully. The old Taoist was willing to admit defeat and agreed, but he had a lot of resentment towards the old scholar in his heart. Later, he met him again and discussed Taoism. The two sat down to talk about Taoism, and the kind of reasoning was in Ouhua Blessed Land and Lotus Cave. On the border line, otherwise a small lotus root blessed land, even if the spiritual energy is thin and the avenue is difficult to materialize, it still cannot sustain the dispute between the two people. In the final analysis, it is the old scholar who wants to take advantage of the old immortal. . But I don't know when, apart from these, the old scholar, this shameless thing, secretly planted such a chess piece in the Ouhua Paradise. It was really dark under the light.
The old Taoist stared at the little girl under his nose, his eyes clear and indifferent, like the sun hanging high in the sky, he never cared about the warmth and coldness of the world, let alone the praise and criticism of the world.
In the blink of an eye, the old Taoist saw all the little girl’s life experiences.
As expected.
The old Taoist glanced at a certain mansion again, snorted coldly, and his resentment was slightly reduced. After thinking for a while, he knew the general intention of the old scholar. After a little mental calculation, he felt that it was feasible. The old Taoist Po Tianhuang hesitated a little, turned his head and looked at the southern city head, and let out a sigh. The old Taoist was actually a little surprised.
The old Taoist flicked his finger and hit the little girl between her eyebrows. She was frozen.
Waving his sleeves again, ripples appeared around the mouth of the well. The old Taoist stepped out and disappeared. In that place of the abbot, the long river of time began to flow backwards. Including the little girl, everything else was invisible to the naked eye. The little girl "picked up" the books, and finally the scene was fixed on the action of her wanting to spit into the well.
She was a little confused and fearful for no reason. She shook her head, but in the end she didn't dare to act wildly. She held the pile of stolen books and ran away quickly.
Guniu Mountain is more than 20 miles south of the capital.
On top of the devastated city, there were sparsely standing masters and masters who came from the city to admire the "battlefield ruins". Yu Zhenyi and Zhongqiu temporarily stopped their life-and-death fight. At this moment, Yu Zhenyi was silently feeling the city. Zhong Qiu didn't think so much about the flow of aura and the pure sword intention that remained between heaven and earth. He put his hands on a broken arrow stamp and looked up into the distance.
The glazed flying sword came to Yu Zhenyi's side. The closer it got to the top of the city, the slower the speed of the flying sword pierced the air. After reaching the top of the city, it trembled slightly, as if it was a little scared.
Knife sharpener Liu Zong followed the Glazed Sword to the walking path, jumped up on a crumbling wall, and sat cross-legged. The boning knife in his hand was badly damaged. The old man stretched out his thumb and rubbed the bright red knife carefully. The mirror-surfaced blade had been arrogant all his life, and finally he was beaten so badly by a sword that he would be repaid in this world.
Tang Tieyi, the general of the Northern Jin Dynasty, wore the "Refiner" on his waist. He slowly climbed up to the top of the city, picked an open space, and stood still, holding the hilt of the knife in his hand, with a majestic momentum.
In comparison, Arm Saint Cheng Yuanshan, who always hides under the bridge to enjoy the cool air, is really an insult to his status as a master.
Zhou Fei and Lu Fang also came to the south city head together, followed by Zhou Shi, the hairpin man, and Ya'er, who was wearing clogs.
Jingxinzhai Fan Wan'er also climbed to the top of the city cautiously. He did not dare to turn from the city roads on both sides to the horse road in an open and clear way. Between the Imperial Master of Yuan State and General Longwu of the Northern Jin Dynasty.
The battle between the two at the top of the city has evolved into a battle outside the city.
From the top of the city where everyone stood to the line above Guniu Mountain, dust was flying, as if a turtle flipped its back and lifted up the earth.
The merchants traveling along the official post road outside Nancheng City have long since dispersed.
Not only did Ding Ying swim upstream, step by step, punching out, forcibly breaking up Chen Ping'an's long river of sword energy, he also fought hard with his injuries to bully him and get closer. Chen Ping'an had no choice but to use his sword to meet the enemy. Ding Ying turned decay into magic. I no longer stick to the tributaries of the world's martial arts sects. They are all used by me, Ding Ying. All the moves are similar to the postures of Yu Zhenyi and other great masters, which are paradoxical and divine. Big difference.
Hit one palm and one sword directly at Chen Pingan, but the strong wind would start from behind Chen Pingan and explode with a bang.
In the blink of an eye, wisps of sword energy swirled like water vortices, with unpredictable trajectories.
After knocking Chen Ping'an to the ground, Ding Ying, dressed in ragged clothes and with disheveled hair, did not linger at all. He followed him down to the top of the city almost at the same time, always keeping the distance between the two within two arms' length. Even if Chen Ping'an was not allowed to comfortably push his swordsmanship and sword intent to the peak state, Ding Ying could conclude that every sword strike from the white-robed immortal in front of him was comparable to the all-out sword strike from Sui You, the female swordsman in history.
Of course, it does not include the three ascending swords on Sui's right.
The female swordsmen at that time were in a state of flux, and they were very likely to occupy nearly half of the martial arts in the world. They could not simply be regarded as the right side of the Sui Dynasty.
Therefore, Ding Ying knows very well that this way of heaven does not exclude warriors from using their pure physical bodies to barbarizeShe ascended horizontally, and even allowed Sui Youyou to absorb military luck. Therefore, Sui Youyou failed to ascend, and her body was broken. On the way back to the human world, her bones turned to dust, and her soul flew into ashes. She was still lacking in strength, and no one else can blame her.
Ding Ying punched the center of Chen Pingan's sword. The sword bent in a large arc, and the sword tip almost stabbed his shoulder. Chen Pingan had to stretch out his fingers and press them together. At the tip of the sword, he reversed the arc caused by Ding Ying's punch, and retreated with his body. With a flick of the water, he slid ten feet away on the official road in an instant.
Seeing that Ding Ying unexpectedly failed to take advantage of the victory and pursue him, Chen Ping'an did not feel lucky at all, and immediately used the Shen Shen head style in "Swordsmanship Sermon" to emit sword energy and protect the surroundings.
The fist was like a rainbow, and seven or eight rainbows condensed into substance surged forward and collided with the sword energy.
Chen Pingan moved step by step again and again, thunder burst out again and again, and the sword, energy and fist were destroyed almost at the same time, emitting a ball of brilliant brilliance. It was like two elite knights on the border between the two countries died together.
Ding Ying kept punching from a distance. There were no boxing moves at all, just the simplest punches, doing whatever he wanted.
While punching, with a single step, he closed the distance by two feet.
When Chen Pingan finally neutralized all the punches, Ding Ying started fighting closely again, beating Chen Pingan until he could not breathe.
Chen Pingan has been fighting and retreating, while Ding Ying has been imposing.
At the peak of their respective momentum, Chen Ping'an was the first to strike at the top of the city.
Facing that sword, Ding Ying was so arrogant and arrogant that he only had God in his eyes, so he could only retreat sadly, and even his character began to change.
The peak of Ding Ying's momentum is precisely when he falls downwind and goes up against the torrent of sword energy.
After that, Chen Pingan began to decline, but the strange thing is that Ding Ying could not maintain that momentum and mentality.
No matter how menacing the dissipated sword energy looks, like a bursting flood, Ding Ying is confident that he can withstand it. At most, it will give Chen Pingan a chance to breathe after one strike, causing Ding Ying to lose the opportunity.
But the sword energy condensed into a tidal wave, and Ding Ying could only avoid the sharp edge.
Three miles outside the city, there is a small hill near the official road.
Ding Ying flicked the tip of the sword with two fingers, and suddenly exerted force with his palm, pushing it on Chen Ping'an's chest.
Chen Pingan crashed into the mountain like a kite with its string cut off.
Ding Ying actually shot Chen Pingan directly through the hill, like an arrow piercing the enemy's chest.
Dust is rising into the sky.
The power of Ding Ying's palm can be seen from Chen Pingan's sword release. After the Changqi Sword was thrown to the top of the air, it began to fall. As expected, it would land close to him. Near the hills on Ding Ying's side.
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Ding Ying squinted his eyes and could not clearly see Chen Ping'an's tragic situation. While not delaying his advance, Ding Ying was actually a little hesitant.Where to deal with the sword in front of me, whether to take advantage of someone's illness and kill him, control the sword back, and throw it back to the city, as far away from the battlefield as possible between the two, so that the young immortal has no sword to hold, or use it as bait , ambushed Chen Ping'an with a killing move between the lines?
However, his opponent immediately made Ding Ying give up all his thoughts.
Ding Ying suddenly became alert, and his hair stood on end. He immediately stopped, stepped heavily on the ground with both feet, and pulled out a magnificent big boxing frame. His fists were as heavy as a rainstorm, and he quickly hit the fist. In the area between the sword and the top of the hill, even though Ding Ying responded so quickly, there was still a trace of snow-white that allowed the fist to hit him. From the top of the hill, he jumped high, reached out and grabbed it, and already landed. The Chang Qi under his feet was lifted up several feet and was just held in the palm of his hand.
In order to get through Ding Ying's heavy rain of fists as quickly as possible, he was clearly at the end of his strength, but with a sword in his hand, Chen Ping'an still had to hand it out.
As for the power of the sword, will it be greatly reduced? Maybe it can only scratch the itch of Ding Ying who is in full swing, or cause some minor injuries.
Chen Pingan didn’t think about it at all.
In this incredible world, on that street, everyone is shouting and killing for no reason. It seems that no one cares about who Chen Pingan really is, whether he is good or bad, and why he appears in Nan. The capital of Yuan Kingdom.
This feeling was so bad that Chen Pingan saw Liu Xianyang in the hospital bed and walked to the corridor bridge alone.
He swore that he would never be like this again in his life. He could only be like a dog, wagging its tail at God and begging for mercy, hoping for justice.
Chen Ping'an has learned the art of swordsmanship for a long time, but it was not this sword art that Chen Ping'an really grasped, but the other three swords.
Mr. Qi easily split open the formation of pink-robed Liu Chicheng in the dilapidated ancient temple.
When fighting side by side with Song Yushao, the old swordsman of Shushui Kingdom, Chen Pingan once killed Jin Jia with one sword.
There are two swords in the landscape painting of the old scholar, the literary sage. The sword of Sword Spirit, Chen Ping'an has already learned a certain amount of spiritual resemblance on the head of Nanyuan Kingdom City, and then he handed out a sword and hit it directly. Ding Ying almost considered himself second in the world.
Chen Pingan had another sword directed at Suishan, the great mountain in the Middle Earth.
It’s these three swords.
There are two other swords, but Chen Pingan is ignorant. Because he is not familiar with the person who wields the sword and is far away, Chen Pingan has not yet understood the divine will that is enough for him to draw the sword.
A sword broke through the sky in the Wei and Jin Dynasties in the Wind and Snow Temple, and the sword arrived before anyone arrived.
The Mohist hero Xu Ruo pushed the sword out of its sheath just a few inches before he saw a mountain lying in front of him.
Chen Ping'an held Changqi in his hand, and the next sword he made was Qi Jingchun casually breaking through Liu Chicheng's Baidi City Hunyuan Formation with a locust wood sword.
A trace of hesitation appeared in Ding Ying's heart again. It was such a familiar sword again, carrying the mighty power of heaven. The world just had to bear it. On top of the city, he retreated. This time he returned it. Not retreating?
High in the sky in front of Ding Ying, there is one person and one sword.
Chen Pingan slashed it down with one sword.
A golden thread appeared between heaven and earth.
When you learn boxing, you must punch; when you learn sword, you must use sword.
At least let others listen to what you said.
In an instant, Ding Ying's mind became clear and his heart became calm.
One sword to retreat, two swords to retreat, sword to sword to retreat, where on earth am I, Ding Ying, going to retreat to? How else to argue with God? !
Just think that the banished immortal named Chen Ping'an in front of you is the God. If you kill the person in front of you, and then kill the bigger one, it will be a new situation where the world will be clear and clear, and heaven and man will be different!
How about I, Ding Ying, do this for God’s sake? !
Ding Ying laughed happily, made secrets with his hands, and his soul wandered around. It turned out to be a Yin Shen traveling around the world during the day.
This Yin God held his back with one hand and extended his hand with the other, covering his head with his palm. His voice was not loud, but he spoke generously in Ding Ying's heart, "If I disappear from the world, will Ding Ying be able to live again?" Strong?”
This is of course talking to myself.
Ding Ying did not make a sound, but had a thought that was like a sneer in his heart: "I can't decide what my cultivation level is. I still have to follow the rules, but my mind can only be better. There is no need to talk nonsense." There is no soul, and I, Ding Ying, only have my body, so what?"
After a moment, Chen Ping'an held a long breath and landed on the ground, looking a little embarrassed.
It turns out that when this sword was handed out, Chen Pingan's pure energy was already at the end of his strength, and he tried his best. However, the "meaning" of this sword was too great, and Chen Pingan's current strength was too great. It was small, so I couldn’t bring it up, and it ended up with a lot of thunder and little rain.
Even a guy like Chen Pingan, who doesn't care about heaven and earth once a fight breaks out, feels a little ashamed.
As for the Yin God, who had made up his mind and was split by a sword, his palms and arms disappeared. He looked at it in confusion, silently stepped back a few steps, and returned to Ding Ying's body.
The two sides reached a tacit truce for a moment.
Chen Pingan took a breath of fresh air.
Ding Ying needs to appease his soul.
It was at this moment that Chen Ping'an and Ding Ying's minds became "fixed", like a ship anchoring into the water.
The experienced Taoist man by the wellhead came to the top of the city, smiled, and made a decision.
The grand masters on the top of the city, even the banished immortals like Zhou Fei, whose strength was intact, were not aware of the existence of the old Taoist.
Only Fan Wan'er glanced over there knowingly, but found nothing and quickly looked away.
Yu Zhenyi looked around and said helplessly: "I am practicing immortal magic and I am trembling. I thought I could at least fight with Ding Ying, but I never expected that it is still far worse. In this world, Ding Ying is the darling after all. , Do people who practice Taoism really have no future?"
Zhou Fei clicked his tongue and said, "Ding Laomo, this is Ding Ying's intention to monopolize martial arts.What did he suddenly figure out and gain the approval of the rules of this world? No, we are all still alive and kicking. How could Ding Ying get such good luck? It’s not like the Lu dynasty in Aquarius Continent. The emperor lost his mind and went crazy. Seeing that the country could not continue, he simply broke the jar and secretly gave half of the country’s military fortune to his son..."
Zhou Feixuxu Nao Tao, secretly having fun, it’s not a big deal to watch the excitement anyway.
Lu Fang asked: “The parents of the little Aquarius Island in the north are short-lived, how do you know? "
Zhou Fei smiled and said: "After all, I am the head of the Jiang family. How can I completely ignore the affairs of the world? People often entrust me with dreams. "
Lu Fang asked doubtfully: "Is this okay? ”
“Spend money. "
Zhou Fei felt some pain in his body and said angrily: "One moment is worth a thousand gold, but it's nothing. I have only dreamed about it this year, and it's called making people's gold and silver mountains empty." "
In the distance, Yu Zhenyi frowned, and the silver lotus crown in his hand trembled. The petals suddenly opened, and there was a faint green light in it. It broke free from the restraints and disappeared in a flash, heading south of the city. Sweeping away quickly.
The heaven and the earth are united.
There are ethereal lights rushing toward Ding Ying from all directions.
Ding Ying closed his eyes. Concentrate and accept the mighty martial destiny of heaven and earth.
And Chen Ping'an's magic weapon, Jin Li, suddenly floated, no longer showing off his snow-white robes, and restored his true appearance of golden robes. p>
Not only that, the flying sword Chuyi in the sword gourd on his waist rushed out
There was also the flying sword fifteen flying over in the distance.
Chen Ping'an stood on the top of the hillside, holding Chang Qi and sword Qi flowing through his arms. On the first day of the lunar month and the fifteenth day of the lunar month, old friends reunited. The two little ancestors, who had always had bad tempers, had never been so happy. < /p>
As his golden sleeves fluttered, Chen Pingan suddenly held his breath, and the sleeves vibrated, making a hunting sound.
But there are people who are uplifting.
Chen Ping'an and Ding Ying, up and down the mountain,
each climbed a step higher and reached a new peak. The mood is the same.
Ding Ying opened his eyes, glanced at the wine bottle on Chen Pingan's waist, and laughed: "After the war, I will drink this wine for you. ”
Chen Pingan patted the sword gourd on his waist, indicating that if you have the ability, please get it yourself later.
The war resumes.
This time, no more Confused about the distance between the two arms, it was suddenly close and suddenly far away. Within a radius of one mile, there was abundant sword energy and strong Gang Qi.
The two sides fought all the way to the Guniu Mountain, flying sand and rocks.
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From the foot of the mountain to the mountain
Ding Ying was slashed from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain by Chen Pingan. >Chen Pingan's second sword was lifted up from the ground by Ding Ying, and he was punched back to the top of the mountain.
Ding Ying.Climbing up slowly, he punched the fist at random, like the arm of a hundred-foot-tall god, swinging his arm and hitting Guniu Mountain again and again.
Chen Pingan just destroyed it with one sword.
Ding Ying, who had won the martial arts of heaven and earth, even left his body again and turned into a golden statue of Gunniu Mountain. He clenched his fists and beat Gunniu Mountain again and again.
Chen Pingan should have changed to the tit-for-tat Yunzheng Daze style, but after holding Changqi in his hands, he no longer had the idea of changing to boxing. Even people and swords were beaten by the golden Yin Shen. The top of Guniu Mountain was smashed down together, but he still insisted on fighting the enemy with his sword. The dust of Guniu Mountain had already covered the sky and the sun. Boulders kept rolling down, and Ding Ying was forcefully knocked out by landslides that looked like avalanches. , and mudslides enveloping countless vegetation.
The towering Guniu Mountain has been reduced bit by bit.
The one on the top of the mountain, dressed in golden robes, always stands erect.
Ding Ying walked up to the latest so-called mountain top, dusty and dim.
When Chen Ping'an blocked the palm of Yin Shen with his sword and smashed the entire palm of Faxiang, the golden light shattered and splashed everywhere, and Guniu Mountain seemed to have a golden rain.
Ding Ying ran straight forward and punched Chen Pingan on the forehead.
A grain of golden light was thrown in an arc from Guniu Mountain and fell heavily to the ground hundreds of feet away from Guniu Mountain.
The slender golden track looks like a golden arch bridge.
Ding Ying swung out a punch quickly and with perfect intention.
It is also the scene of thousands of white rainbows hanging in the sky, and the scenery is magnificent.
Just where the white rainbow landed was the golden light.
Chen Ping'an was pushed back more than a hundred feet.
Ding Ying was also extremely angry at Chen Ping'an's tough physique. Even the Guniu Mountain under his feet was flattened by dozens of feet. The guy was still unaware and kept drawing out his sword. Ding Ying shouted angrily: "With this punch, will you die?!"
The huge Yin God behind him jumped over Guniu Mountain. After touching the ground with one foot, he leaned forward and stepped on it with the other foot. Above Chen Pingan's head.
Compared to being able to hold Chang Qi,
As the two people fought crazily, they became more and more hearty, and the sword Qi continued to explode near the palms and arms. It was difficult to withstand it once. Ciding Ying Yin Shen beat the golden wine on the robe, and the spiritual energy almost burst on top of Chen Ping'an's head.
Chen Ping'an was completely immersed in the competition with Ding Ying, and he didn't even have time to adapt to these changes in spiritual energy. It was natural, as if their existence was natural.
Even if there is pain like the gods hammering the spiritual energy into the body, Chen Pingan can't care about it, just treating it as the same pain as practicing boxing.
As for so much chaotic spiritual energy, seeping into the skin, flesh and bones, and then entering the acupoints, Qi Mansion, and the soul and heart lake, Chen Pingan has no time to take care of it.
The mountains are high and the rivers are dangerous, and the road is long and difficult.
Chen Ping'an looked into the distance wholeheartedly, seeing some obstacles on the road under his feet, but they seemed to come naturally.Even after bypassing it, the road is still the same and there is no other way. Therefore, those roadblocks have become a part of Chen Pingan's life journey.
The golden body of Dharma stepped down, and a big pit appeared on the ground.
Ding Ying put on a "taken for granted" boxing stance, and the true meaning of Taoism was as close as "whatever is in his mind becomes the truth."
Hold one hand with the palm up to the sky, and place it horizontally in front of the body. Make a fist with the other hand and hammer it heavily on the palm of the hand.
One punch.
The wind was surging and the sky was gloomy, then a bolt of lightning as thick as a tree with several people hugging it struck down from the sky.
Yin Shen had already retreated, folding his arms across his chest and watching coldly.
A streak of lightning crashed into the big pit.
Continuous bolts of lightning rained down on Chen Pingan, who was bending down and standing at the bottom of the pit. It was like floods overflowing the golden wine of the robe, flowing down rapidly.
Ding Ying's eyes turned golden, and he punched his palm for the last time. The sea of clouds in the sky looked like a thunder pool, and the thickest snow-white lightning fell. However, it did not hit the big pit, but slowly landed. Then he was held in the hand of the Yin God, like a long sword.
Then he started running forward and gently threw the "long sword" forward.
Finally, he held the sword with thunder and lightning in both hands, stood on the edge of the big pit, pointed the sword downward, and dropped it heavily on the head of the man at the bottom of the pit!
You must know that in addition to the power of thunder contained in this sword, it also has Ding Ying's understanding of the sword.
Ding Ying twitched the corners of his mouth and clasped his hands behind his back, "I knew you were coming. Will you really show up after Chen Pingan dies? You are indeed generous, this banished immortal named Chen Pingan , is really the best whetstone. Why, are you afraid that I am too weak to be worthy of your attack?"
Above the city.
Yu Zhenyi’s face was gloomy.
Zhong Qiu chuckled and said: "What, do you still think that you are an immortal who has accomplished Taoism?"
Zhou Fei put his hand on his forehead, his tone was resentful, and he lamented: "His mother We are in the Blessed Land of Lotus Roots, not in the vast world. You can squander your spiritual energy as you like. You two are too... Come on, after I go back, I must find this Chen Pingan. No matter what his current state is, we must get to know him. To know him, it is best to serve as a worshiper of my Jiang family, so what if his level is low..."
Lu Fang interrupted his friend's thoughts and sneered: "Only if that guy is not dead."< /p>
Zhou Fei sighed, took the palm off his forehead, and looked towards Guniu Mountain, "It's difficult."
In addition to lightning striking down, there was also Ding Yingyuan. You's Yin Shen Faxiang held a sword and stabbed Chen Ping'an on the head.
There is no suspense. Even though Chen Pingan was wearing a golden robe, and even though Chu Yi and Fifteen tried their best to stop him, the sword still penetrated very deep into the ground.
After Chen Ping'an disappeared, the sword in Yin Shen's hand shattered into pieces, and the sword's intention and thunder and lightning collapsed in the pit. The pit echoed the sea of clouds in the sky, and also looked like the rippling thunder pond..
The overall situation has been decided.
Ding Ying was tense and prepared to face the real opponent.
Sure enough.
On the top of Guniu Mountain, not far from Ding Ying, there was an unusually tall old Taoist priest who said calmly: "You are just each other's whetstone."
Ding Ying was at the moment. To speak.
The old Taoist sneered: "Looking for death. But it doesn't matter, you, Ding Ying, are still a bit interesting in this life."
The vast world, pure martial arts, four realms of soul refining, five realms Refining soul.
Chen Pingan, who had hit the sword into the ground with his body, did not get up to fight again.
But in the big pit and thunder pool, a young swordsman with flowing golden robes appeared. He was high-spirited, put his fingers together, and passed by in front of him.
There was a sword hovering in front of him.
It was exactly the same as before when Chen Ping'an was at the top of the city.
But the difference is that after the banished immortal in golden robes, a young man wearing straw sandals and linen clothes appeared. His face was younger than that of the banished immortal.
A sword appears.
The banished immortal Chen Ping'an in front of him smiled and said: "Do I have a sword?"
The straw-shoe Chen Ping'an who happened to be behind him rushed forward, grabbed the sword, and jumped up high. Just like when he cut Dayue Suishan with his sword, he said loudly: "You can move the mountain!"
This sword will go.
There is no such thing as Ding Ying, the best person in the world. There is no longer the old devil Ding in the world.
Because the entire Guniu Mountain was gone, razed to the ground by a sword.
In the big pit, with the help of Jin Li who had no lightning suppression, Chen Pingan shook his robe, broke the shackles of the earth, and "pulled" himself out of the mud. Both Chen Ping'an returned to their bodies, walked along the hillside, and slowly walked out of the pit.
A vicissitudes of voice had a bit of a smile, whether it was sarcasm or narrow-mindedness, "This sword is not bad."
Chen Pingan took off the wine bottle from his waist, raised his head and drank happily. After taking a sip of wine, he asked: "Are you the Donghai Taoist Chen Laojianxian mentioned? Is this the Taoist temple?"
The old Taoist who appeared next to Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head. : "There is no Taoist temple? Wherever I am, the Taoist temple is there."
Chen Pingan raised his sleeves and wiped the blood on his face, but as soon as he wiped it clean, his face was bright red again, and asked Said: "Can I curse a few words?"
The old Taoist smiled and said: "You can figure it out yourself."
Chen Pingan's expression did not change and he continued to wipe away the blood, "Old senior The Taoist teachings are powerful and powerful."
The old Taoist nodded and said, "You can teach me."
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