The old man was standing on a boulder on the top of the mountain. The wind was blowing in the mountains, his sleeves were floating, and hunting was sounding.

At this time, the white-haired old man who is standing tall in the wind, where is there still a bit of cold and sour?

The old show only looked out to the 800-mile, and the light that suddenly came on, even if it was so far away, it still made the old man feel a bit dazzling. The old man nodded slightly: "So many years have passed, although the sword front is more rumored than It’s going to be blunt, but the brilliance contained in it is not a lot of attenuation. It’s amazing, it’s really amazing, and it’s a long time, you can have such a weight of spirit. But...”

The old show quickly laughed: "I will rely on this mountain to let you know and retreat. Fighting this kind of thing, after all, it is better to play less and hurt less."

The mountain under the feet of the old man, who was considered by him to enter the painting, was too big to be big.

In the nine continents, the most extensive version of the Middle-earth Shenzhou, there is the name of the mountain, the mountain is majestic, it can be said that the land is open to the sky, the mountain has the inscription on the inscription of the Holy Master, "the world is the only respect", the ritual holy cliff engraved "five sacred The ancestor of the ancestors, the "Hurricane Xu Lai" left by the first sect of the ancestor, the "only my Wudang" four-character engraved by the sage of the military.

It is only the emperors of the dynasties of the dynasties of all continents. The ceremonial stone carvings that come to this place are as many as one hundred and eighty, and there are all kinds of grasshoppers. These are full of mysterious words and cliffs, all the way from the top of the mountain. The roof of the platform, extending down to the middle of the mountain, places of interest, almost everywhere.

The old show only looked at the smudged sword light, some surprised, the first time it appeared in the old well, and I saw Chen Ping’s sword holding gesture. It’s really unsightly. Even the old man is so ignorant of martial arts. Can't stand it. But at this moment, when the juvenile cross sword is in front of the sword, the old man has only one feeling.

stable.

The juvenile's hand holding the sword is very stable, the heart is very quiet, very fixed, so the whole person's spirit is more stable and more stable.

The tall woman infused all the swords into the "old swords". The next moment, with a more imaginary figure, mysterious and mysterious, directly appeared on the heart of the young Chen Ping’s heart, Jin Hao, barefoot, when she was on her toes Gently point on the surface of the lake, and the youth burst into a burst of voice.

Her warm voice, resounding between the hearts of young people, "do not have to rush, first adapt to the feelings of the ten spirits."

"The so-called swordsmanship moves, but there are only a few, can not change too many tricks. This is the difference between the later generations of rivers and lakes and the fairy land on the mountain. The spirits of practicing the spirits, training and unity, the swords that have been nurtured have thousands Tens, there are deep and shallow, high and low. If others are water wells, you are the lake and rivers, and naturally win thousands of times."

"The length of the sword is determined by the development of the body, and the more the gas is opened, the deeper the potential is. The others have only one lower blessing, but you have all the holes. The difference between the two is different. The meridians are like roads, the more tough and wide, others are the single-wood bridge, you are the Tongtian Avenue, how can you compete with you?"

She looked around and saw the mood of the teenagers, smiling, whispered: "Do you understand?"

The teenager is struggling to adapt to the feeling of being cultivated in the Ten Reality. In addition, the airflow around the body is extremely turbulent, and even the eyes can't open, let alone speak, but she tells him that he only needs to meditate in his heart. The teenager told her honestly, "I understand it, but I don't know how to do it."

She was not surprised at all, haha ​​laughed.

When Chen Ping’s peace is unknown, he will continue to try his best to adapt to the ten spirits.

That kind of weird feeling, can't tell the truth.

Like a hungry person, suddenly the stomach is filled with big fish and big meat, and there are no gaps left in the gap. All the gas houses are opened.

The original seems to be a kind of air-powered dragon that wanders around the fire dragon. It suddenly changes from the size of the needle thread, like the size of the muddy body that grows into an exaggerated body. It travels rapidly in the whole body meridians, slamming, unimpeded, and constantly engulfing each other. The gas machine of the Fuyu point, the snowball is general, the posture, the feeling does not become a veritable dragon, will not give up.

The body is as clear as glass, and the torso of the torso stretches like a golden leaf.

Infuriating and non-scaling, returning to the truth, long-term vision.

One by one, Lin Shouyi once mentioned the statement, which in turn emerged Chen Ping’s heart.

Above the heart of the lake, she whispered: "It's still a little bit of meaning. Sword repair is not an ordinary temper."

Then she looked up and looked into the distance. Through the peace of Dan’s peaceful room, she looked directly at the boulder of the mountain. She smiled and said, “What do you say? Otherwise, you will move out of this seat with a cheeky face. Suishan’s enemies are too powerful to win.”

"I want you to lose your heart and take it."

The old show talented, the hearty laugh, a little hesitation, slightly converging sight, the eyes moving up the entire mountain, the last line of sight condensed on a cliff above, there is a strange "Swordsman written by the ancient swordsman" "Copybook", it is in the Middle-earth Shenzhou that attracts countless swords to observe and observe, and even hesitate to build a "Flying Sword Sticker" under the cliff.

"When you take it, you can see how much you can take. The left boy was originally with you. He has not officially learned the sword. He accidentally climbed the mountain to see the word. This way, he took six words. The talent of Xi Jian. Qualifications, immediate results, sword repair, genius is born, but genius is also divided into size, five characters will become land swords, Chen Ping, and see how your bones!"

I saw the old man waving a sleeve, the seven quaint characters on the stone wall of the cliff, flying out of the cliff, plunging to Chen Ping, eight hundred miles away, and immediately turned to Chen Ping’s side, which has become a palm-sized ancient gong, golden light, Glittering, a word around the rotation of Chen Pingan.

Only at the end, it was a word that was not willing to be close to Chen Pingan. The farther away the distance, the more I finally turned around and returned.

After seeing this scene, the old show was both embarrassed and embarrassed, muttering: "It’s a self-defeating, a little peace, I can’t help it. Where do I think of these words so I don’t give face...”

The woman who stepped on Chen Pingxin Lake snorted.

The old man smiled and said: "Tricky, really tricky, how can this be good? It doesn't matter, I will change a more worry-free method. It is hard to beat me. I am old with the Suishan Mountain God. What is his family, I am most clear, but it is not, I will..."

"The seven words don't look like me, I'm not surprised."

At this time, Chen Pingan opened his eyes and opened a gap. He no longer talked to the tall woman with his heart, but directly said his mouth. "And I don't really want them, really!"

Her heart was shocked.

The teenager added gravity and held the sword in his hand. He slowly said: "When I practiced boxing, I always felt that it was the end of the training, and the punch would be very fast. I even thought it was the fastest. Now you are by my side. I feel enough, I don't need any words at all, then the sword will be very fast! Believe me, it will be very fast!"

The woman nodded.

The old show was also awkward, and said: "This breath is really like a young boy."

The old man has a smile in his eyes, but deliberately tears his throat away and says: "I have to look at it. This sword can make your child's ten realities cultivate, and is to exert the strength of the eleventh or the twelve worlds! Don't delay your legs. In the end, you will only show the strength of the seven-eighth environment. Come and come, this sword will not be handed out, the daylily will be cool!"

After the old man ridiculed the boy, he sat cross-legged and whispered: "The poet has a saying, ten years of grinding a sword, the frost blade has not tried. Today, Shijun, who has something wrong. But there are so many unfair things in the world, sword There is only one hand."

The old show only smiled, no longer have these feelings of hurting the spring and sadness of the autumn, gloating and sorrow: "Moreover, others are grinding a sword for ten years, Chen Ping, the sword in your hand, has 10,000 years."

Chen Pingan almost sang with the tall woman: "Go!"

Chen Pingan began to run forward.

The teenager was actually leaving the sword.

The old show who took all of this to the bottom of his eyes just smiled and shook his head.

The young man rushed forward.

The teenager leaped high and the sword fell down.

Wan Hao is silent.

There is no astounding sword light that shines on the heavens and the earth, and there is no sword that sways through Changhong.

But at this moment, on the mountain boulder, the old man who was sitting south facing south sat sideways.

On the waters of Xinhu Lake, the woman suddenly fell into the bottom of the lake, closing her eyes and slowly saying: "One thousand years."

At the same time, next to the water well in Qiulu Inn, he has been studying the Li Bao bottle of the drawing axis. He suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "How suddenly does the painting axis have a crack?"