Sword of Coming

The essence of the divine man's drumming style lies in the traction between the two fists, just like the sunset and the moon rising in the sky. The birth, old age, illness and death of the world are extremely regulated and inevitable.

Chen Ping'an, who has reached the fifth level, has been able to separate his soul into three parts after the battle at Guniu Mountain in the Ouhua Blessed Land. Unfortunately, he can only hold on for one breath, but he cooperates with the unreasonable god who beats the drum. Style, as long as one punch is enough, it seems more than enough.

After one punch hit the eunuch, there was a dull sound like the sound of drums on the battlefield, followed by dozens of punches in an instant, hitting the flesh.

Chen Ping'an, the two souls, returned to their positions.

After all, he is not an orthodox qi practitioner. If his soul is separated from his body for too long, his essence will be damaged.

On the other hand, looking back at the eunuch's first attack in python, Jiuniang and Yao Lingzhi were not only shocked by the great eunuch's high level of cultivation, but also the fact that the yin spirit could leave the body and the yang spirit travel far away at the same time. This was clearly an earthly immortal. In fact, the cultivation level of these Yao people has an unbelievable meaning. Didn't they agree that Daquan Shou Gonghuai was the great master of martial arts? How did he become a mountain immortal who practices Taoism and lives forever?

The royal eunuch of the Daquan Dynasty made a miscalculation. He did not expect that the robe on Chen Ping'an was of such high quality that it could block his own Yin God's weapon of reaching out and stabbing the heart. , there are several great masters in the Daquan Jianghu who died by this hand. There will not be a real scene of blood dripping, but it will make a person's "heart" dry and instantly cut off the connection between the heart veins and all the acupoints. After death, Death is like a rotten tree, a bit like breaking the Bridge of Immortality with one punch.

The eunuch is regarded as a great master of martial arts. This is not a clumsy trick to deliberately deceive his opponents, but this person has a body worthy of the name of a master, with strong blood and strong muscles and bones, which is comparable to the peak of the six realms of pure martial arts.

Therefore, whether it is close combat, confrontation with mountain magic, or long-distance attack with magic weapons, eunuchs in python suits are capable of both, so they are least afraid of exchanging lives with others.

But after receiving the second punch, the eunuch realized something was wrong. It wasn't that his opponent's punch was so powerful, but that he shouldn't be able to dodge it.

After five punches, the eunuch understood clearly and roughly sorted out the context of this person's punch.

After ten punches, the eunuch seemed to have completely given up the idea of ​​​​evading and did not avoid the fight.

Instead, he chose to trade injury for injury.

During this period, Feijian Chuyi and Fifteen respectively focused on the eunuch's Yinshen and Yangshen.

A eunuch in python suit who looks like a pure martial artist but is actually a Qi practitioner, and Chen Ping'an who looks like a swordsman but is actually a pure martial artist.

The two of them were in a small space, between their arms. This fight was very rough. Compared with Sui's sword on the right side on the second floor to meet the enemy, the swords between Lu Baixiang and Xu Qingzhou were fierce. Wei outside the inn door Xian was so beaten that he was so angry that he was surrounded by magical weapons that shimmered with color and a myriad of atmospheres.

The fight between Chen Ping'an and the eunuch Daquan has nothing but the word "quick". It is boring and boring, but extremely dangerous.

The two tables of servants had already hid at the top of the stairs. They were well aware of the chaos in the inn and were not even qualified to intervene.

Zhu Lian, the only one who was idle about this, did not stop him or even look at him.

The scholar named Zhong leaned against the counter and looked at Chen Pingan.

He has traveled far and wide, and has never seen a pure martial artist who can perform a kind of boxing with such... smoothness.

Since you are not very old, you have to travel a long way and see many mountains and rivers, right?

There is no murderous aura, violent aura, or ferocious aura, not even a strong aura to win.

But the momentum is still quite strong.

The scholar was a little curious as to what the purpose of this young man's boxing was.

However, when the manpower is exhausted, the counterattack with the fist force that one's own body can bear is to kill one thousand enemies and damage oneself eight hundred. Facing the famous Daquan guard Huai Lili, if the young man's boxing skills stop here, Even if he tried his best to get injured and successfully "killed" Li Li with one last punch, it was still not enough, far from enough.

There is a reason why pure martial artists are not valued by the world and are not respected by temples, but instead worship those who practice Taoism.

Thousands of spells can be destroyed with one sword.

This sentence is widely circulated in the mountains. Many people think that they are afraid of the killing power of sword cultivators. In fact, it is not entirely true. Thousands of words have already revealed the power of sword cultivators.

Chen Ping'an's last punch, the god-beating drum style, really smashed the eunuch in the python suit to pieces. Even the scarlet python suit seemed like nothingness.

But when Chen Ping'an discovered that there was no blood splattered, he knew something was wrong. He immediately used the Shen Shen head posture that is used in formal swordsmanship and turned it into a fist. He took a defensive posture and retreated again and again. Fortunately, Chu Yi's stab failed inexplicably. , has appeared in front of him, and with the golden wine robe on his body, he should be able to get a new breath of pure energy.

The world of Haoran is not a blessed land. Here, fellow martial artists and all Qi practitioners will stare at the moment of breathing of a pure martial artist.

Eunuch Li Li's move was like a scapegoat for the formation master outside Feiying Castle. It had the same purpose, except that Li Li used the destruction and dissipation of a Yang God to replace his real body and transfer the Feijian Chuyi's confrontation. In this position, Chen Ping'an's unrestrained divine drumming style was already at the end of his strength.

The dissipation of Yang Shen only made Li Li's incomplete Zhanran Golden Pill dim a little.

The Yin God once again used the method of digging out the heart. His five fingers were like hooks, and he penetrated in like a fist smashing paper. The golden robe was like rice paper with excellent toughness, which prevented Chen Ping'an's soul from being shattered. Protecting his heart, Jin Li was also restrained by this. Not only that, Feijian Chuyi, who was standing in front of Chen Pingan, was stuck in the mud and imprisoned in the body of Yin Shen.

Li Li had already appeared beside Chen Pingan, slapped Zhen Shen's fist away with his palm, took a step forward, put his fingers together, and stabbed Chen Pingan in the temple.

Chen Pingan slid out sideways.

Li Li's strength did not lie in the half-earth immortal who stepped on the threshold of the golden elixir realm, but in his ability to both attack and defend without relying on external objects.

It is even more difficult to say whether Li Li has the magic weapon to beat the bottom of the box.

Li Li did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and stood on the same spot. The palm that had previously knocked Zhenshen's head was already clenched into a fist, and then he quickly released it. When the palm of his hand was spread out, the lines on the palm began to twist and turn, and the threads were bright red. Finally, it looked like It turned into a vermilion talisman and struck Chen Pingan's temple with his two fingers together. It passed by in the palm of his hand. Li Li silently recited the word "open talisman" in his heart.

Chen Ping'an, who was just about to take a breath, felt that the mountains were pressing down on him. On the golden robe, on the sleeves and shoulders, there were talismans blooming with spiritual light.

Blood flowed from Chen Pingan's temple.

"I also have a punch, and it will be treated as a hospitality courtesy of my Daquan Dynasty."

Li Li smiled and walked forward. While saying this, the old eunuch with long sleeves in his python robe tilted his head to avoid Chu Yi who stabbed him in the back of the head. He held the flying sword between his fingers and threw it gently, hitting it just in time. Fifteen not far away.

He arrived in front of Chen Pingan in one step.

Li Li's left hand with the talisman in the palm seemed to be placed lightly on Chen Ping'an's heart, and his right hand punched the back of his hand.

Like a heavy hammer hitting a nail, the nail is firmly inserted into the golden wine of the robe, with great force and force.

Chen Pingan took a few steps back.

Li Li followed him like a shadow, still punching and hitting the palm with another punch. The golden robe on Chen Ping'an's body was fluttering violently, and the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers and the martial arts energy in his sleeves shattered and splashed in all directions.

Chen Pingan retreated again and again.

This time Li Li did not follow. He just stretched out his fingers and twisted a golden rope that appeared out of thin air around his neck. He pulled hard and brought up a blood groove on his neck. Li Li was completely unaware of these injuries and let the It was the golden rope that bound the demon rope wrapped around his wrist. The cuffs of the python suit had been torn and broken, leaving iron-green marks on his arm. Li Li clicked his tongue and said, "I have a lot of good things on my body, and it's another magic weapon. It's a pity." You are neither a swordsman nor a qi practitioner, so you used it poorly, otherwise I would not have had the chance to deliver my third punch to you so quickly."

It turned out that after Li Li's right hand was entangled by the golden demon-binding rope, he clenched his left hand with the talisman again and pointed at Chen Ping'an's forehead. Chen Ping'an's eyebrows felt as if he had been hit hard, and his skin cracked and blood oozed out. His head fell backwards, but Chen Ping'an stepped heavily on the ground step by step, preventing himself from falling backwards.

A haze flashed in the depths of Li Li's eyes. Behind him were the two flying swords of Chu Yi and Fifteen, entangled with his out-of-body Yin God.

Li Li sneered and said: "You two little guys are as loyal as the Yao family. Unfortunately, you don't seem to be the one you are destined for, and your power is greatly reduced. If I can erase your spirituality, maybe you can be used by me, which is an unexpected surprise. "

The Yin God actually gave birth to three heads and six arms in an instant. It was beyond recognition. It no longer looked like Li Li's "middle-aged eunuch", but the faces of three gods of the Daquan Dynasty martial temple. They were a strong man with a big beard, an elegant Confucian general, and a general. A dull old man, with three pairs of arms, holding a pair of iron maces, a pair of axes and an iron spear filled with incense.

Although Li Li was slightly distracted to pay attention to the "collision" between Yin Shen and the two flying swords, it did not prevent him from being wary of Chen Ping'an.

The Oquan Shou Gonghuai, who is well-known among the countries in the central Tongye Continent, lost the first move but gained the upper hand later. However, he did not expect that the boy had received so many punches. His temple was still bleeding profusely and he still looked like a man. He was just like a normal person, but he was seriously injured. The spiritual energy, which was more mysterious than a fist, not only did not fall to the bottom, but it was still rising?

But it doesn't matter. Li Li can still cut flesh with a dull knife and slowly wear away the young man's strength. Even if the young man throws another random punch, the worst he can do is temporarily lose his Yin Shen, but the young man's body and soul will definitely not be able to sustain it. live. It wasn't that Li Li didn't want to fight quickly, but there was really no way to make a final decision. An ordinary seventh-level martial artist or a monk in the Dragon Gate level could have been killed by him twice.

Lu Baixiang was at a disadvantage in his fight with Xu Qingzhou.

Firstly, Lu Baixiang is not as good as Wei Xian. He has just stepped out of the painting and has not yet adapted to the aura of the vast world. Secondly, Xu Qingzhou is wearing a golden crow warp and weft armor. If it weren’t for the narrow knife in his hand that stopped the snow, he would be the deceased Nascent Soul immortal from Taiping Mountain. The relics, I am afraid Lu Baixiang will be unable to fight back.

However, Lu Baixiang had stab wounds with visible bones on his chest and shoulders. The founder of the Ouhua Blessed Demon Sect still looked calm, as if he was far more interested in Daquan general Xu Qingzhou's swordsmanship than in defeating this man.

Sui Youyou's fight with Xu Tong of Caomu'an, although she was a martial artist, was more like a contest between two qigong practitioners.

Xu Tong obviously regarded this woman as a swordsman. Even if it was difficult, it would be okay as long as she was not a swordsman who cultivated the flying sword of her own destiny.

Wei Xian was having a good fight outside the door.

With a steady stream of powerful energy, coupled with the nectar armor given by Chen Ping'an, the little injuries caused by the fish that slipped through the net are not painful or itchy.

Both sides were fighting, but they were actually always paying attention to the outcome of the eunuchs Li Li and Chen Ping'an.

Sui Zuoyi was the first to ask: "Young Master?"

The scarred Chen Pingan could only shake his head and said nothing.

A breath of pure Qi can only be kept hanging on, not daring to change.

Li Lixiao asked: "What, just such a trick?"

If Chen Ping'an wasn't wearing golden wine, or if he was smelling of blood, the entire inn would have been able to smell it.

Li Li "nailed" the talisman in his palm into Chen Ping'an's heart. The golden wine only blocked most of it, but the smaller half still penetrated into his heart.

It's like heartbreaking pain.

The cold sweat on his forehead and the blood on his face mixed together and fell on the ground in little drops along the young man's face.

Li Li's heart became more murderous.

Li Li was just waiting for Chen Ping'an's true energy to run out. If his body hurt, the young man in front of him could force it down with perseverance, but as soon as his true energy was exhausted, Li Li's chance would come. He could afford to wait, but Chen Pingan couldn't afford to wait. Therefore, Li Li did not push the envelope and continued to fight with Chen Ping'an at close quarters. Moreover, it was not easy to control the yin and yang gods to leave the Qi Mansion together. If it were not for half a golden elixir, Li Li's spiritual energy foundation would far exceed that of monks in the same realm. Zun Yin Shen, let alone maintaining the posture of a martial saint with three heads and six arms, restrained the two flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. He might have disappeared on his own long ago and returned to Li Li's true body.

Li Li glanced at the old man squatting on the railing on the second floor from the corner of his eye.

Some people wonder why this person stood by and watched from beginning to end.

When Li Li glanced at Madman Wu Zhu Lian, Chen Pingan seemed to seize the fleeting opportunity and began to forcibly ventilate.

Li Li sneered in his heart and struggled to his death. You will lose the bet this time.

The Yin Shen flashed away and came to Chen Ping'an. Six arms held five weapons, and they smashed them randomly and landed on his head.

Li Li personally dealt with the two flying swords, and countless strands of snow-white aura flowed out from the scarlet python suit, like a huge spider web, completely blocking the route of rescuing the master on the first and fifth day of the lunar month. Although these snow-white spider silks were trapped He couldn't stop the flying swords, but as long as he slowed down a little, Li Li could appear near the flying swords, flick his fingers, or wave his sleeves to knock away the two flying swords.

Li Li found it a little funny.

This young man didn't know whether to live or die. It turned out that he didn't breathe at all. He was probably just tricking himself into getting closer, but what was the point? It was the same way tonight when he rashly stood up for the Yao family, and it was still the same way with the little clever guy who was showing off his arms at the moment. Probably the young man is from a high family background and has a master's entourage. He has always had smooth sailing in his life, so he doesn't know how high the sky is.

However, since an opponent with such an amazing background has already formed a feud, he should be eradicated. Once the tiger is released, the entire Daquan Dynasty may be in big trouble.

Compared with the previous fist-to-flesh fight between Chen Pingan and Li Li, the current beating with Yin Shen was even more thrilling.

Fortunately, Chen Ping'an is no stranger to this. When he was in Guniu Mountain, when he was adhering to Ding Ying's golden body, wasn't it the same situation where the mountains collapsed and the earth shattered?

But last time, Chen Ping'an could only carry it with force and had no power to fight back. A Guniu Mountain was hit by Ding Ying's golden body and the top of the mountain was blown to pieces.

Now Chen Ping'an is fighting with this "little" evil spirit, and neither side will avoid it.

The golden wine of the robe has been transformed from the snow-white color of the blinding method to its original golden color.

After Chen Ping'an performed the drum beating style of the God of Ten Fists, Li Li's eyes were a little dark, but he still ignored him and allowed the young man to accumulate more punches.

The Yin God with three heads and six arms, like a saint from a martial arts temple, disappeared into thin air, and his spiritual energy overflowed in all directions.

The golden robe also had broken scratches, which could not be restored for the time being, and there was also scattered spiritual energy.

Li Li tore off the broken vermillion python suit and looked at the young man whose chest was heaving violently. The palms and backs of his hands were all bloody. He tried his best to open his eyes, and saw a face with blood flowing, as if all he had left was Those clear eyes.

Li Li smiled and said: "It's a pity that you are a pure martial artist, which means that you have nothing to do with Tongyezhou and Yugui Sect. Otherwise, I really wouldn't dare to kill you."

Chen Ping'an closed one eye and said hoarsely: "Your two clones were broken into pieces after only 17 or 18 punches without being beaten. They are no better than Ding Ying."

Li Li smiled and said, "Then?"

Chen Ping'an said vaguely: "Then I can exchange my life with you as long as I punch for the third time. Are you afraid?"

Li Li sneered in response, obviously not believing it.

Furthermore, as Daquan Shou Gonghuai, with half-finished Golden Elixir, how could he have no back-up plan? The price was just too high.

The price was huge, greater than his life and death.

There was silence between the two. After a moment, Li Li suddenly frowned and said sternly: "You are a pure martial artist, why do you do the opposite and secretly absorb spiritual energy?!"

Li Li took a few steps back, thinking that this person was deliberately opening the doors of the Qi Mansion and allowing the spiritual energy to pour in. This kid wanted to win a chance for him to die together.

It's so frustrating.

The scholar surnamed Zhong nodded slightly and shook his head.

A pure martial artist uses spiritual energy to temper his soul. He is very courageous, but also very dangerous.

There is a chance that the third punch will be delivered.

If Li Li takes it lightly, he will suffer another big loss.

The young man's fight was not in vain. The martial artist of the Five Realms was struggling to find a hero's courage. This strange Yin God of Daquan guarding the Sophora japonica happened to be formed by imagining the three martial temple saints. However, this I think it is a heresy, it is suspected of blaspheming the gods, and it is harmful to the military fortune. It is Li Li's official weapon that was used for personal use. I believe that no one in Daquan court may know the truth. The young man fought with the Yin God and was defeated. Somehow, the three martial saints of the Liu Dynasty would have a feeling. If the young man has the opportunity to go to Daquan Capital and enter the martial arts temple in the future, I believe that There must be a generous reward.

But the premise of everything is that the young man and his weird followers can leave this inn alive.

He promised to clean up the mess, but he didn't mean to protect the young man.

Eunuch Li Li looked around, walked more than ten steps, walked to a wine table, picked up the wine glass, took a sip of wine, put down the wine glass gently, and looked at the young retinues at the top of the stairs. Among them was a young marquis. There is a son of General Long Xiang, and the rest can be considered elites of the Imperial Army with a bright future.

Not only did Xu Qingzhou, a loser, fail to take down the man with the knife, he even became a trickster without even knowing it.

Xu Tong from Caomu'an was still immersed in the bullshit power of the side door thunder method. He thought he had a chance to win, but he didn't know that the girl who was not a swordsman at all had sword intentions in her heart like spring grass. The opponent's qualifications were so good that she was simply A sword fairy embryo.

As for the fight outside the door, it was quite lively. Both sides were coming and going, but it was just lively.

Li Li finally looked at the woman and the old hunchback, not interested at all, but the down-and-out scholar. Li Li felt a little unsure, but it didn't matter.

Within the inn, everyone will die regardless of friend or foe.

Li Li waved his hand and the inn door slammed shut.

Zhu Lian said slowly: "Be careful."

Li Li put his hand on his abdomen outside his dantian and began to breathe heavily.

Every time he breathed out, scarlet breath would spurt out.

Chen Pingan rushed forward silently.

The third time the god beats the drum.

A punch hit the back of the eunuch's hand that was on his abdomen.

Li Li punched Chen Pingan in the heart.

The simple second punch has arrived.

Li Li was irritated, as if his mind was no longer that of the Imperial Immortal who lived deep in the palace and guarded the capital. His face became ferocious, his eyes were red, and he slapped Chen Ping'an on the temple.

Chen Ping'an's upper body was floating around, only his feet were rooted in order to deliver the next punch.

Each punch is faster than the last.

Li Li's punches were more powerful than the others.

After Feijian Chuyi and Fifteenth penetrated this person's body, they seemed to be trapped in a maze, bumping randomly between the Qi Palaces and never being able to get out.

There were bursts of cracking sounds from Chen Ping'an's body.

Li Li's face, which was as well maintained as that of a middle-aged man, had threads emerging. Some places were bulging and some were sunken, as if his face was fake.

The half-frozen golden elixir suddenly shattered.

It only shattered the outer layer, just like Li Li casually removed the red python suit that was draped on the outside.

Zhu Lian sighed in his heart. The railing under his feet was shattered, and the floor was also broken open. He landed on the first floor. He was so fast that it could be described as lightning. He seemed to have taken two or three steps casually, and he had already reached Li Li's side, tiptoeing. At one o'clock, he jumped up and struck the ninety-year-old eunuch on the head with his elbow. He drew out his other hand in a flash and inserted it through Li Li's neck with a sword gesture.

Li Li, who was supposed to be dead, still punched Chen Pingan. After the punch, Chen Pingan's ears were bleeding like springs.

Zhu Lian flew backwards with a bang, hit the far wall directly, broke through the wall, and fell outside.

Li Li, whose neck was half cut off, looked indifferent, and wanted to kill the young man in front of him first. The rest of the people, after he revealed his true form, were not the enemies of Yihe.

Zhu Lian fell into a group of elite cavalry outside, and suddenly a person flew out, which frightened their hearts. Just when they were about to surround him and kill him, Zhu Lian spit out a mouthful of blood, rolled back, and stood up like an ape in the forest. After moving around for a while, Madman Wu's violence began to show. He grabbed the arms of a dismounted cavalryman with both hands, pulled them out, and tore off the two arms.

A palm slapped on the head of a knight, and it shattered with a bang.

He punched his chest with a punch, directly penetrating the body. He disliked the corpse as an eyesore, and slashed it with a hand knife diagonally from the shoulder to the abdomen. The rickety old man was cut into two parts on the spot, and a trail of blood spilled all over the ground.

Inside the inn.

Coincidentally, Xu Tong and Xu Qingzhou, Sui Youyou and Lu Baixiang, each stopped.

Because the changes in eunuch Li Li were really incredible.

In a vague way, with their keen intuition, they all regarded Li Li as their biggest enemy.

At this moment, Jiuniang, the old hunchback, the little cripple, and Yao Lingzhi on the second floor all collapsed to the ground inexplicably.

The down-and-out scholar named Zhong appeared behind Li Li at some point. He put one hand behind his back and held a scarlet pill between two fingers of the other hand. He stared down and said to himself: "No wonder."

The scholar slightly increased his strength and crushed the genuine golden elixir into pieces.

Hearing Chen Pingan behind him punch the dead eunuch in the chest, and Chen Pingan's own hand bones were shattered into pieces, the scholar turned his head. Since Li Li was still separated from him, he had to tilt his body and face Chen Pingan. He grinned, his eyes full of admiration, "Little brother, don't you know it hurts?"

Chen Ping'an was calmly immersed in the fist.

The last punch was actually no longer lethal. It was light and airy. You must know that this god beats the drum, but the old man surnamed Cui who stands at the top of the ten martial arts realms wants to use this to challenge the Taoist ancestor.

Chen Pingan's figure was shaky and his vision was blurry. He could vaguely see the eunuch with a smashed neck, his head drooped, and he knelt on the ground with a plop. Chen Pingan could not detect the vitality of the other party.

Chen Ping'an stood where he was, still holding out a punch and not taking it back. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind. Fortunately, this last punch did not fall in the eyes of the barefoot old man, otherwise he would have been yelled at, and the old man would be scolded bloody.

The scholar looked at Xu Tong and Xu Qingzhou, blinked, and asked: "A gentleman talks but doesn't do anything. Do you really believe this nonsense?"

Xu Tong and Xu Qingzhou swallowed.

Chen Ping'an's arms drooped and he sat down on the ground, sitting cross-legged.

Using the last of his strength, he made fists with both hands and rested them gently on his knees. He could only open one eye.

The golden wine of the robe was seriously damaged, the spiritual energy was thin and almost non-existent, and it had temporarily lost its efficacy.

The blood all over his body was even more eye-catching than when Li Li was wearing the red python suit before.

The scholar said to the young man: "Do you know who your opponent is?"

However, because there were many people in the inn, the scholar did not say anything. The change in the energy of the young man in front of him before he took action was probably a hidden self-protection technique or the most lethal move. The scholar could only guess. Get some clues.

Chen Pingan slowly raised his head, still with only one eye open, and said with a smile: "There is no one in front of me."

The scholar knelt down and asked with a smile: "What is your name?"

Chen Pingan closed his eyes.

The scholar rolled his eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out a finger and drew circles in the air like a child's graffiti.

In the inn, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth after the collapse of Li Li's body and golden elixir slowly flowed towards the young warrior in front of him, and the place where they gathered happened to be outside the Qi Mansion where Chen Ping'an's sword energy stopped for eighteen years.

In addition, he waved, and Li Li's body disappeared, but Chu Yi and Fifteen jumped out of it and quickly hovered on both sides of Chen Pingan's shoulders, with the tip of their sword pointed at the scholar.

The scholar turned a blind eye to this, raised his head, and shouted to the second floor: "Little girl, stop studying, come and see your father."

Pei Qian, who had no energy to study for a long time, ran out of the room and glanced at the poor scholar first. Then she deliberately pretended to be stupid and asked: "What? Are you looking at your father?"

The scholar clicked his tongue and said, "Oh, you are quite good at picking out soft persimmons."

Pei Qian ran downstairs in a hurry, making the stairs creak.

Squatting next to the scholar in green shirt, Pei Qian looked at Chen Ping'an and asked the guy next to him softly: "Isn't he dead?"

The scholar nodded, "It is sad to die so young."

Pei Qian looked left and right, but stopped talking.

Chen Pingan opened his eyes.

Pei Qian turned around and glared at the scholar, "Why are you cursing my father to death? Your father is dead!"

The scholar looked innocent, "My father died early, and I have to visit his grave every Qingming Festival."

Chen Pingan took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip of green plum wine. When he raised his hand, his hand was so miserable that Pei Qian broke out in a cold sweat. His thoughts were exactly the same as those of the scholar next to him. Is there anyone in the world who is not afraid of pain?

The scholar asked with a smile: "You almost died here for the Yao family, aren't you afraid?"

Chen Ping'an said: "It's not for the Yao family."

The scholar smiled evilly and said: "The Yao family suffered such a disaster, in fact, part of the reason was beauty. I believe you will know it soon. Even an infatuated man like me, whose heart is as solid as a rock, almost changed his mind because of the beauty of that woman." , one can imagine.”

On the right side of Lu Baixiang and Sui, one is holding a knife in both hands and the other is holding a sword behind him, standing next to Chen Pingan.

One had two Grain Rain coins, and the other only needed one Grain Rain coin.

The four of them together just used up all of Chen Pingan's Guyu Qian savings.

The old Taoist is really a scammer.

The scholar suddenly asked doubtfully: "Could it be that you know of my existence and regard a life-and-death fight as a way to hone your martial arts?"

Chen Pingan wiped the blood on his face and did not answer the question. Instead, he smiled and asked, "Who are you?"

The scholar waved his hand, "Not worth mentioning."

Chen Pingan asked no more questions.

The scholar turned his head and looked at Pei Qian, who was wide-eyed. He stared at her eyes. The sun was rising over the East China Sea and the moon was hanging over the west mountains. It was so beautiful.

It's just this temper that is really unpleasant.

The scholar looked towards the gate, "Yao Zhen and the other prince's men are coming soon."

He finally smiled and said: "Just rest in peace and recover, and leave it to me to handle the rest."

Chen Pingan struggled to get up, and first cupped his hands with the scholar. Those hands made the scholar's scalp tingle again. Chen Pingan finally said to Lu Baixiang, "Thank you. If I had known this, you should have been the first to come out."

Lu Baixiang smiled lightly.

Chen Ping'an glanced at Sui's right side, who looked at him with a calm expression.

Chen Pingan walked up to the second floor, with Pei Qian following behind.

Those young retinues all had pale faces.

The scholar looked at the backs of the two figures, one big and one small, and scratched his head. He couldn't think of a reason, so he simply didn't bother.

He became a little annoyed when he thought that after tonight, he would no longer be able to eat and drink here.

So next, a scholar sat down and began to drink. A scholar with a jade pendant hanging on his waist went out. The door of the inn seemed to not exist for him. He slapped the highness and made him roll several times in the air. The sword scholar turned into a white rainbow and ran away. He found another prince, Daquan, and kicked him to the ground, stamping on his face.

After the scholar's yin and yang gods left their bodies and wandered around, all the yin and ghosts within a thousand miles, even the gods of obscene temples, could not help but crawl on the ground and tremble in fear.

All ghosts in the world will kowtow when they see me, Zhong Kui.