Sword of Coming

Jin Chenghuang’s words carry great weight.

Even the gentlemen and sages designated by the Confucian Academy Academy would probably not dare to call themselves "virtuous people". Scholars have three immortals: establishing virtue and meritorious deeds, and establishing virtue is the most difficult. Most scholars, throughout their lives, only He can settle for the next best thing, or even retreat again and again.

But the ink in Chen Ping'an's stomach is still shallow, and he still cannot understand the deeper meaning of Caiyi Guo Shenwen's words as a scholar, not as a city god. Of course Chen Pingan likes the cyan wooden box that makes him feel at ease when he touches it. Now that he knows that it contains a seal carved by the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, he likes it even more. Who in the world doesn't like good things? Chen Pingan likes it very much!

But liking is one thing, and it does not mean that you can win over others. It has nothing to do with how fast Chen Pingan can punch, how high his martial arts level is, or how many flying swords he has. This is actually the self-denial and recovery advocated by Confucianism. Etiquette, it's just that Chen Ping'an doesn't know the "reason" for the time being.

Shen Wen smiled and said: "You can just take the seal."

Seeing that the little immortal master in front of him was a little confused, City God Shen Wen was even happier. After hundreds of years of incense, he had seen all kinds of prayers, demands and ignorance of pilgrims, as well as suffering, piety and helplessness in life. Shen Wen had grown from a lifetime. The pure civil servants who only knew how to serve the country with their bones became more and more understanding of the world. Occasionally, even the Clay Bodhisattva would get angry, angry with those men and women who only knew how to burn incense and pray to gods instead of asking for themselves, and annoyed those rich and unruly people who were full of filth. He would be sad for his misfortune and angry for his inability to argue. Many things and people came to mind one by one when he was about to disappear. Jin Chenghuang Shen Wen looked at the foreign boy standing outside the door with mixed feelings.

Shen Wen suddenly took a deep breath, and his scattered ethereal figure stabilized a little, and said: "Shen Wen has one last request. You can decide for yourself whether to do it or not. Shen Wen doesn't dare to force it."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "The City God just said it."

Shen Wen asked: "If there is a wise monarch in Caiyi Kingdom in the future, can you help me? Even if it is a small favor, such as a severe drought or flood, you are not far from here. Can you use your magical power to help Caiyi Kingdom?" Can people survive natural disasters safely? Just once, just once."

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Don't worry, Lord City God. No matter whether the emperor of Caiyi Kingdom is wise or not, as long as I hear that Caiyi Kingdom is in trouble, I will definitely come here. But I have agreed in advance that I will only do what I can, and I hope Lord City God understands." "

Shen Wen's face was filled with relief and he murmured: "That's good, that's good."

In fact, Jin Chenghuang feels guilty because he is calculating people's hearts. Shen Wen firmly believes that the young man in front of him will have a bright future as long as he practices the great path and does not make any big mistakes. Emotions, the later you take action, the higher your level will be, and the more beneficial it will be to Caiyi Country.

Shen Wen looked at the gloomy sky outside the Tutu Temple, feeling a little bitter in his heart. I, Shen Wen, could only do this for Caiyi Country.

Shen Wen came back to his senses and said with a smile: "I only talked about half of the golden body fragments earlier. I talked about the origin and rank. As for the use, it is a bit similar... The dragon-slaying skill is extremely useful, but the threshold is very high. Instead, Ordinary people hold dozens or hundreds of golden body fragments in their hands, which may not mean anything at all. But if you have fragments and have friends who are crazy about it, then they are truly priceless treasures, and they are extremely rare among the innate spiritual weapons in the world. A precious one, or used by the king of a country to give to the gods of mountains and rivers in his own mountains and rivers, must be regarded as the first-class reward in the world. To say the least, in the future, it will be sold to people who need it near the top of the mountain, such as A great monk in the Golden Core Realm or the Nascent Soul Realm can ask for a huge price, no matter how much he bids!"

Chen Ping'an looked solemn and remembered everything in his heart.

Shen Wen smiled and said, "Please reach out."

Chen Pingan was a little confused and stretched out his hand.

Shen Wen stretched out his hand, dug it into his chest, clenched his fist, stretched it towards Chen Pingan, unclenched his fist, and gently placed something in Chen Pingan's palm.

It was actually a golden object the size of a goose egg.

Chen Pingan raised his head and blinked.

Shen Wen smiled and said: "In ancient battlefield sites, countless military monks worked hard to find the ghosts on the battlefield. What they were looking for were actually the heroic souls of heroes and gods of war. I, Shen Wen, was born as a scholar. After my death, I was named the City God of this place by the Emperor of Caiyi Kingdom. A golden body, of good quality, not as good as the City God in the capital of the great dynasty, but this golden body... literary courage! Not inferior to any City God in the continent!"

The calmness at this moment is like returning to the age of weak crown, studying hard for ten years in the cold window, jumping over the dragon gate, working as a farmer in the morning, ascending to the emperor's hall in the evening, high-spirited, taking the lead in walking in the palace as the number one scholar, for The purpose is not to bring glory to one family's surname, but to bring joy to all the surnames of hundreds of families.

The scholar Jin Chenghuang and Shen Wen felt relieved after handing over the golden body of writing. They had worked hard to protect Feng Shui for hundreds of years, and now they could finally have a good rest. Chen Ping'an didn't take back his hand for a long time. Shen Wen laughed loudly, stretched out a finger, touched the bile lightly, and said with a smile: "I don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. Little fairy master, from now on. read more books!"

Chen Ping'an solemnly put away the golden writing bladder and placed it together with the cyan wooden box into a square object.

As a junior scholar, the young man bowed in salute.

Shen Wen returned the favor by bowing to fellow scholars.

Chen Ping'an remembered something, stepped into the Earth Temple, took out the pair of landscape seals, and said softly: "City God, my name is Chen Ping'an, from Longquan County of Dali. Mr. Qi gave me this pair of seals, saying I encountered mountains and rivers, and I could put my stamp on the Kan map. Previously, there was a lot of yin at the mass graves, so I asked someone to get a map from the county governor's house, and when I took a picture of it, it seemed real. The fate of the mountains and rivers has been reversed, so now that the demons are using evil methods to cause trouble in Rouge County, is it still useful? Can the evil spirits they create be suppressed? "

Shen Wen looked solemn and asked, "Can I take it?"

Chen Pingan nodded and said: "Of course."

Shen Wen carefully took the pair of landscape seals with both hands, then held them together with one hand and raised them high above his head. He looked at the seal characters at the bottom of the seal and the slightly bright red seal. Shen Wen took a deep breath, put down his arms, and asked: "Then Did you, sir, tell you that there is a flaw in such a pair of inestimable magic weapons? Every time it is sealed, the spiritual energy will dissipate a little, until finally the spiritual energy is used up and they become the most ordinary pair. seal?"

Chen Pingan scratched his head and grinned: "Mr. Qi didn't tell me this."

Shen Wen asked again: "Aren't you afraid that if you seal this time, your spiritual energy will be greatly damaged?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "What's there to be afraid of? I'm not squandering money. Previously, I saw eight words from a landscape travel diary published by Rouge County, called 'He Qing Hai Yan, Shi He Sui Feng', I liked it so much that I even engraved it on the bamboo slip. And I think this was Mr. Qi’s original intention of giving me the seal. If Mr. Qi were here, he would definitely do the same thing.”

Shen Wen sighed, "It's a pity that the demons are causing trouble this time. They use evil methods to confuse people's hearts and spread the plague. This seal of the landscape seal is of great significance, but it is of little use in the current dangerous situation. Chen Peace, keep the seal. I'm still saying the same thing. If there is a bright master in Caiyi Kingdom in the future, when you pass by Caiyi Kingdom, you can ask the emperor for a map of the situation in the capital. If you put it on top, you can get at least some benefits. It lasts for hundreds of years. Put it away, remember it, and treasure it well. Don’t take it out easily and let others see it.”

Chen Pingan was a little disappointed and had to put away the seal again.

Seeing this scene, Shen Wen couldn't laugh or cry. How could there be such a "short-minded" child? The people on the mountain were all businessmen. They were all pursuing huge profits, or they didn't care about the immediate gains and losses, but they also had far-sighted plans and plans for thousands of miles and thousands of miles. In the final analysis, we still want to make a lot of money.

Shen Wen's figure became more and more illusory and scattered, and he said in a deep voice: "Chen Pingan, this time the demon is causing trouble, as you said yourself, 'within your power' is enough."

Chen Pingan nodded, took off the wine gourd, and looked up at the sky outside with the City God.

Shen Wen suddenly asked: "Dali Longquan County? The prefectures and counties in Aquarius Continent generally don't have the character dragon."

Chen Pingan said with a smile: "My hometown used to be the Lizhu Cave Heaven. Later, the small cave sky broke and fell to the ground, so it was renamed Longquan County."

Shen Wen was startled and asked tentatively: "The Mr. Qi you are talking about is Mr. Qi from Shanya Academy, the most proud disciple of Literary Saint?"

Chen Ping'an hummed, with a sad look on his face, "That's Mr. Qi."

Shen Wen stared blankly at the young man from Dali.

Straw sandals, wine gourd, flying sword, seal, innocent heart, named Chen Pingan.

Shen Wen's mouth was a little dry, "Chen Pingan, are you Mr. Qi's direct disciple?"

Chen Pingan hesitated, and finally decided to tell the truth, "Mr. Qi didn't want to accept me as a disciple, but then I met Master Literary Saint, and it seemed that Mr. Qi wanted to accept me as a disciple, but I felt at that time that I was not even a scholar. , he didn’t agree to the Master Wen Sheng to be his disciple, and the Master Wen Sheng wasn’t angry either. He was just too drunk. When I was carrying him, the old man slapped my head hard and persuaded me to drink..."

Chen Pingan smiled and raised the wine gourd in his hand, and said with a bright smile: "So now I drink."

The scholar Shen Wen only felt that there were five thunderbolts from the sky, not just one thunderbolt hitting his head, but one after another.

Qi Jingchun! Qi Jingchun’s younger brother! Master Literary Saint! Close disciple of Master Literary Saint!

The young man refused, refused...

Shen Wen was dumbfounded.

Chen Ping'an looked at the City God blankly, wondering if he had said the wrong thing, so he had to secretly take a sip of wine to calm down his shock.

Shen Wen burst out laughing, laughing so loudly that he almost burst into tears. He stretched out his hand and patted the young man on the shoulder, "Okay, okay! Others will definitely not understand what we scholars do! This is right, this is right!"

Shen Wen retracted his hand, clasped his hands behind his back, and strode out of the threshold of the Earth Temple, "Have a good time, scholars, scholars..."

Shen Wen turned around and smiled, extending his thumb, "Great job!"

After Jin Chenghuang Shen Wen stepped out of the gate, the last bit of his divine aura was gone, and he laughed and dissipated between heaven and earth, and his whole figure shattered into pieces.

Chen Ping'an felt a little sad. He put the wine gourd around his waist and whispered softly to the place where the Caiyi scholar disappeared: "Peace in pieces, peace every year."

After the young master in white clothes was killed, no one in the Zhao family fell into the devil's trap. Although Liu Gaoxin, the silver-belled girl, was nauseated, she still refused to return to the peaceful governor's house to accompany the martial arts master named Dou. Looking for fish that had slipped through the net, when they came to a woodshed, the door was closed. The swordsman frowned and kicked it open. They found a boy inside, eight or nine years old, with a pile of firewood behind him. The swordsman said calmly: "Get out of the way! Once possessed, there is no way to save him."

The boy pursed his lips and shook his head vigorously.

The swordsman looked cold and strode forward. He held down the boy's head and threw it back. The boy hit the wall. The swordsman used a long knife to open two bundles of firewood. Inside, there was a sallow-looking girl, who was tightly bound by a rope. After being tied up, one eye socket was bleeding, but the other eye socket was just like a normal person. The girl's lips were livid and trembling slightly.

The swordsman raised his knife and was about to chop it down. The boy struggled to get up, picked up a hatchet and rushed to the girl. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to kill him, I will kill you!"

He actually spoke in the Yizhou Yayan with a clear accent. The Zhao family was indeed the most wealthy family in Rouge County. Even the servants and children in the house were proficient in the Yizhou Yayan.

The swordsman chuckled and said: "You ungrateful thing, do you know that your bullshit kindness today may kill hundreds of people?"

The boy was thin, his clothes were thin, his eyes were firm and he said: "I don't care, I want to protect Luan Luan!"

The swordsman kicked the boy holding the hatchet away, and struck the poor girl's head with a swift blow.

The silver bell rang, and the sword chopped into pieces the flying golden flowers. The swordsman paused for a moment, but the blade was still on the girl's forehead, drawing a bloody groove downwards that was more than an inch long.

The sword was blocked, but the swordsman did not get angry. He just turned around and stared at the girl and asked: "Liu Gaoxin, can you save her? Others don't know how powerful it is to be possessed by a demon. As an accomplished qigong practitioner, why don't you understand? , when the situation became irreversible, you personally executed this girl?"

Liu Gaoxin's face turned pale and her lips trembled, "I can't bear it."

The swordsman chuckled, "I must have killed those possessed men outside the Zhao Mansion too quickly, and Miss Liu was not able to see them chewing on the flesh and blood of the people."

Liu Gaoxin

The boy struggled to get up again. His whole body was in severe pain and he could no longer hold the knife steadily. The tip of the knife was trembling. The boy said heartbreakingly to the swordsman: "You bastard, kill me first if you can!"

The swordsman sneered: "What's the point of killing you?"

He was about to strike with his sword again.

Liu Gaoxin's eyes were red and he turned his head, unable to bear to look any further.

Someone outside the door said: "Wait a moment."

The swordsman, who had his back to the door, thought for a moment and simply sheathed his sword. He turned around and cupped his fists at the man with a smile. "Since it's the immortal master who has spoken, I won't bother with it."

It turned out to be Chen Ping'an who had returned to Zhao Mansion. He nodded to the swordsman.

Chen Pingan quickly walked into the woodshed and squatted in front of the girl. He found that the child seemed to be trying his best to fight against the demonic obstacles in his body. Even though his eyes were bleeding and his heart was in pain, he still pressed his lips tightly without saying a word. The girl tried her best to open her lips. His normal eyes were filled with pleading. If a person could live, who would want to die, especially a child of such a big age.

Chen Pingan looked at the stubborn girl, patted her head gently, and said warmly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Just cry when it hurts. It's okay, it's okay."

The girl raised her head, looking at the smiling strange boy with half of her little face dripping with blood, and burst into tears.

Some grievances, no matter how big or small, can only be truly understood by those who have suffered the same grievances.

Otherwise, no matter how kind and well-intentioned others are, they may not be able to truly make people feel at ease.

Chen Pingan helped her untie the rope, turned his back, squatted and turned his head and said: "Come, I will carry you to a safe place and let someone rescue you."

After putting his two cold little hands on his shoulders, Chen Ping'an smiled at the boy holding a hatchet and said, "Please tie us together with a rope. I'm afraid that if something happens along the way, I won't be able to take care of her. You have to move carefully." Quick, can you do it?"

"Okay!" The boy threw away the hatchet, wiped his tears randomly, ran to Chen Ping'an and the girl, and tied the two together with quick movements.

Chen Pingan stood up slowly and said to Liu Gaoxin and the swordsman surnamed Dou: "I will take the little girl to the prefect's mansion first. I can't delay it any longer and see if there is an expert over there who can treat her. You take the boy with you. If There are still problems in the Zhao Mansion, Liu Gaoxin, you can let him be placed outside the Zhao Mansion. Is that okay?"

The swordsman smiled and said: "For such a trivial matter, let Miss Liu take him out first, and I can search the Zhao Mansion alone."

Chen Pingan turned to the boy and said, "Be careful. No matter what the result is, I will tell you, okay?"

The boy raised his arms to wipe his tears and nodded vigorously.

Chen Pingan carried the cold girl out of the woodshed and jumped up the wall. He floated freely like a dragonfly on water a few times and soon landed on the high wall of the governor's mansion. This time he got to know Chen Pingan's face and the elite lurking inside. The pro-army soldiers did not draw their bows and shoot vigorously, allowing Chen Ping'an to enter the official residence and quickly went to the main meeting hall.

Liu Gaoxin took the boy out of the gate of Zhao Mansion. The boy asked anxiously: "Sister Fairy, can your friend really save Luan Luan?"

It was the first time that Liu Gaoxin was called a fairy sister. She felt a little uncomfortable and forced a smile and said: "I am not a fairy sister. Don't worry, that fairy master is the real fairy on the mountain and will definitely save the little girl. , but...but if he is not saved, you can't blame him, you know?"

The boy cried and nodded.

Liu Gaoxin rubbed the boy's head and sighed softly.

After Chen Ping'an entered the main hall, in addition to Prefect Liu, there were also two Qi practitioners in charge of the center of the formation, an old woman holding a long sword in her hand, and a cloth bag hanging on her waist. I don't know what it contained. There is an old man with a silver writing brush hanging on his waist. It is said that he is a casual cultivator near Rouge County. He has cultivated in the three realms and has never entered the immortal family in his life. He only relied on chance and hard work to get to where he is today.

Qi practitioners who have achieved the level of cultivation in the third realm may not be able to breathe even when walking in Longquan County, but it is enough for them to dominate in Xiaoguozhou County.

Chen Pingan told the three prefects Liu about the general reason, untied the rope, carefully placed the girl in a chair, and asked, "Is there any way to save this child?"

The old woman's face was full of displeasure, but when she saw that Liu Taishou didn't say anything, she didn't want to dominate the scene. She just snorted coldly, stood still, simply closed her eyes, and chose to turn a blind eye.

However, the old man walked quickly to the chair, squatted down, stretched out his hand to open the eyelid of the girl's bleeding eye, and said in a serious tone: "The little girl has good qualifications. She is born with a pair of yin and yang eyes, and she can see the flow of spiritual energy in the world at a glance. Being able to see ghosts and yin objects at night was expected to embark on the path of spiritual practice, but the pearl was covered in dust and did not meet Bole, so it suffered this disaster. This yin eye became a habitat for strong demonic obstacles, like a small mass grave. The miasma is so rampant that even a strong young man with strong yang energy will scream in pain. I feel sorry for this little kid."

While helping the girl feel her pulse, the old man raised his head and carefully stared at the blood stains in her eyes. "The little baby has a strong desire to survive. Now he is in urgent need of a panacea with abundant yang energy... No, even if it is a high-grade elixir that is suitable for the disease, swallow it. , it can’t get rid of the stagnant miasma in this vaginal eye, it’s difficult to deal with. Currently, I only have a spring breeze pill that can strengthen her body, which can only temporarily help her maintain her vitality. What she really needs is... a magic talisman, and it must be A very high-grade spiritual talisman can draw the spiritual energy of the yang eye into the yin eye, and the yin and yang complement each other. The little baby relies on his own perseverance and luck to survive, but where can he find such a spiritual talisman? Even if the little baby has My elixir to extend my life has been delayed for a long time."

While the old man was talking, he took out a small red sandalwood box from his sleeve. After opening it, a fragrant blue pill was revealed. He fed it to the girl without hesitation.

Chen Pingan, who was squatting aside, asked softly: "Old senior, can you use the Yang Qi Lantern Talisman?"

The old man was surprised at first, and then smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, why not! There are thousands of talismans in the world, and this Yang Qi Lantern Talisman is of extremely high quality. It is one of the most suitable talismans for the right medicine, and it has immediate effects, but do you really have it? Instead of Fake? You must know that there are many qigong practitioners in the world who are fooled by lard. There are many imitations of this kind of talisman, passing it off as inferior, mostly using the 'Borrowing Yang Talisman' to sell it for a hundred times the price..."

Chen Pingan said in a deep voice: "I have one on hand!"

Chen Pingan stood up and said, "I'll be back soon."

The old man was not surprised and just reminded: "Hurry up."

How could a Qi practitioner reveal his family background in front of outsiders?

Liu Taishou lowered his head and bent over, taking a look at the girl's miserable condition. He quickly looked away and went to the table to look at the situation map.

The old woman holding the sword opened her eyes, glanced at the young man's back, and sneered.

Chen Ping'an quickly found a secluded corridor, leaned against the pillars, and sat cross-legged. From the square object of Feijian Fifteen, the "Snowstorm Cone" and a piece of golden material presented by Li Xisheng floated out. of talismans.

From the battle with Ma Kuxuan on the small street, to the battle with the Dry Skeleton Ghost in the City God's Hall, and then the demonized Jin Chenghuang, Chen Ping'an's body and soul are actually at the end of their strength for the time being. Just as Liu Gaoxin thought, most of all You need to rest and recuperate. For example, in the first half of walking on a mountain road, your steps are easy, but the further you go, the more difficult and heavy it will be. By the end of the journey, even if you just take one more step, you may be struggling against the mountain.

Chen Pingan took a deep breath, bent down, and held the small snow cone with the seal engraved with "The writing is full of spirit". His vision was a little blurry. Chen Pingan shook his head slightly, thinking that he was an apprentice in the dragon kiln in his hometown and fired porcelain. When it comes to making blanks, the most fearful thing is that there will be the slightest error. A slight error may mean that the piece of porcelain in your hand becomes a furnishing for the emperor's family, or a pile of broken porcelain pieces from the old porcelain mountain that is worse than mud.

Chen Ping'an tried his best to breathe calmly and began to draw the talisman with a breath of warrior's true energy. The qi of a qi practitioner can be endless and circulate continuously. Although drawing the talisman is also about one go, it is still simpler than the pure martial artist's drawing of the talisman. many. As for Chen Ping'an, whose Changsheng Bridge had long since collapsed and shattered, if he wanted to draw a spiritual talisman, he would have to expend a lot of energy, and it would not be any easier than the continuous twenty-one punches of the God and the Drum.

Put down the pen and draw the characters, no matter how fast or slow.

In a secluded corridor that no one knows about.

The young man held a small snow cone in his hand, bent down to draw the talisman, and wrote steadily, but the seven orifices were bleeding slowly.

As for whether it was worth spending a golden talisman whose value he already roughly knew for a girl who had never been masked, Chen Pingan had not thought about it.

Whether Chen Ping'an, the miser, will feel distressed afterwards, I'm sure he will, but that's also an afterthought, and we'll talk about it later. At most, he can just drink to relieve his boredom.

A Yang Qi lighting talisman drawn on golden talisman paper is done!

Chen Pingan wiped away the blood and ran towards the main hall of the official residence with floating steps. When he handed the talisman in his hand to the old man, the old man was stunned for a moment. He took the talisman with both hands with a look of bewilderment. The heavy spiritual energy was almost rushing out. The golden talisman was gone, and the old man asked in an uncertain tone: "Then I will use it?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and smiled: "Use it!"

The old man squatted down, held the Yang Qi Lantern Talisman between his fingers, and shouted softly: "Get up the Talisman!"

The golden talisman remained motionless, without any movement.

The old man was ashamed, his face flushed, he mobilized all the energy in his body, and shouted again: "Get up!"

The golden talisman then burst into flames, but instead of burning into ashes, a large ball of golden aura emerged.

Liu Taishou, who didn't know the real mystery, was amazed, and the old woman holding the sword almost made her eyes pop out.

The old man did not dare to relax at all. He once again forced his breath to circulate, raised his other hand, put his fingers together, pointed at the rich golden light flowing like water, and moved his lips slightly, "Separate yin and yang, melt water and fire, go!"

A little bit of golden light went to the girl's vaginal eye, which was constantly bleeding, and most of the golden light merged into the girl's male eye.

Then soon you can clearly see that between the eyes, there is a golden thread building a small bridge, and the golden light slowly flows from the left eye to the right eye.

The girl's teeth were so painful that she bit her lip. She pressed the handle of the chair with both hands. Her whole thin body was shaking violently and her face was extremely distorted. Chen Pingan gently grabbed one of the girl's hands. Regardless of whether she could hear his words or not, he always comforted her softly. He said: "Persistence, you will definitely survive. Survival is more important than anything else. I believe that as long as you survive, you will have everything..."

The old woman couldn't hold back her curiosity and walked behind the old man and Chen Ping'an. She lowered her head and stared carefully at the flow of the golden thread on the bridge of the girl's nose.

The old woman smiled and said: "As expected, he is a master swordsman."

The old woman's face was as wrinkled as chicken skin, and she was very old, but her eyes at this moment were as charming as a enchanting woman, full of charm.

She had already noticed the instant change in the boy holding the box.

But she laughed and rushed out, throwing away the long sword in her arms. She stopped at the door, took off the bag from her waist, raised her hand and said sweetly: "Is this sword fairy? Do you feel that the energy in your body is stagnant? Hehe, don't be nervous, it's just the 'Snowy Pass' carefully prepared by the slave family specially for you. It is odorless and tasteless. It is easy to fall into the trap under the Dragon Gate Realm. It is not shameful! What's more, it is just In half a stick of incense, the sea of ​​​​qi solidifies, and the air movement cannot be controlled. Well, it also needs to be added that the soul is like ice, and it is no longer possible to control the flying sword with the mind. Of course, you only need to wait for half a stick of incense. Continue to be your sword fairy."

As a Qi Practitioner of the Third Realm, the old man was far away from the Dragon Gate Realm of the Middle Fifth Realm. He had already been attacked, and his face was as pale as gold paper. The moment the "old woman" swept away, her head tilted. , fell to the ground and fainted.

Fortunately, the girl's matter is over, otherwise both of them would have died. Of course, this was the result of the "old woman" being extremely cautious. Her real target was the boy in the box.

The head of a sword fairy boy is exchanged for a Xuanzi magic weapon from the royal treasury of the ancient Yu Kingdom!

Got it safely.

The old woman tore off the sticky skin covering her face. She threw it away, revealing the face of a mature and beautiful woman. Not only that, after the body was twisted, it returned to its normal posture, graceful and graceful. It was the face of the ancient Yu Kingdom. The Qi Practitioner, Lady Snake and Scorpion, is best at using poison.

She turned around and said with a smile: "Brother Dou, it's your turn to take action. The slave family is weak and not as strong as the owner of your buying house. Even if you are stabbed twice by the flying sword of the Sword Immortal, you can still withstand it. Even that sword The immortal is now an ordinary person, but if he still hides some trump card, the slave family cannot afford it."

The martial arts master named Dou slowly walked to the threshold.

The swordsman looked at the young man holding the box who stood up over there, and said expressionlessly: "Chen Ping'an, I'm sorry, our Imperial Master wants your head to be used. If we just met in the world, you and I might still be able to drink it." We had a drink. Now it's no longer possible. Even you and the three people in the house will die."

Chen Ping'an looked at the man and woman at the door, twitched his lips, and said nothing.

It seems to be saying that you personally told me before that the mountains are unethical and are used to taking human lives lightly. But how much better are you at the foot of the mountain?

The man laughed it off, drew his sword out of its sheath, and strode across the threshold, "I will help you drink the wine from the flask on your waist later."

Prefect Liu was at a loss.

What's going on?

Chen Ping'an still stood where he was.

Ma Kuxuan's master, the sword cultivator from Zhenwu Mountain, killed an Ancient Yu Kingdom assassin before. Now there are two assassins in one breath, but I don't know if there is a fourth one.

Chen Ping'an said: "Since you have seen my family's background so early..."

After a brief pause, Chen Ping'an suddenly laughed, "On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, we can look more beautiful this time."

The beautiful woman from Gu Yu Country with a snake-like heart clicked her tongue and said: "This Sword Immortal, you are still struggling to your death. Do you know that our owner of the building, who is known as a thousand-faced man, has the best experience in dealing with the mountain gods in the fifth realm?" Yes, I may not always get a bargain, but today, it’s not difficult to break your neck within half a stick of incense.”

Chen Pingan was too lazy to pay attention to the yin and yang woman, and quietly nursed back her energy.

A bright white rainbow and a faint green light swept out of the sword gourd one after another, hovering near Chen Pingan's shoulders.

The woman was horrified and said in a trembling voice: "How is that possible! How can you still use the flying sword!"

Even the swordsman, who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, had to stop and hold the sword with one hand instead of holding it with both hands.

Chen Pingan looked around, smiled at the two flying swords and asked: "Let's go together, one? Kill the one who talks the most first, and I will deal with the one who talks less."

The owner of Maitonglou, who was famous for his assassinations in several countries, was unwilling to move forward rashly.

Chen Ping'an had already started to charge forward, and when he stepped out, the ground shattered.

At the same time, one snowy white and one faint green drew two wonderful arcs in the air of the main hall, instantly passing over the swordsman.

The woman screamed, tiptoed, and jumped into the air to escape. She never wanted to see that boy-looking monster again in her life.

The woman's graceful figure in the air paused subtly twice, one after the other, and then fell to the ground slumped.

There were drops of blood slowly oozing out from her heart and between her eyebrows.

The swordsman shouted violently, holding the sword in both hands. The man whose aura had reached its peak, did not advance but retreated. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration occurred in his calves. The whole person fell backwards and flew out, and his body directly hit the screen wall outside the door. On the top, crashing through a wall, the top assassin covered in dust, his palms shining brightly, also blessed by talismans, slapped the ground heavily, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Chen Pingan slowed down, walked near the threshold, looked around, and finally pointed in a direction in the distance, "Over there."

The first and fifteenth days of junior high school flew close to the ground and flew to the direction of Chen Pingan's finger almost at the same time.

It was clearly a hard blue brick floor, but a wave of rolling ripples appeared. After a while, it finally returned to calm.

Chen Pingan then reached out to cover his mouth, leaned his shoulders against the threshold, swallowed the blood that surged into his throat, took off the sword gourd, and the two flying swords flew back into it. Chen Pingan took a sip of wine, and it was eight The local roasted wine costing ten taels of silver per catty tastes really good, but I don’t know what the Rouge County’s specialty wine, which costs ten taels of silver per catty, tastes like.