On the high platform of the lake, the woman in a colorful dress made of yellow paper plaques looks around, her eyebrows are moving, she is looking forward to the gods, and where she is what is dead, it is clearly a big talent.

Standing on the edge of the high platform, the old gods, under the eyes of the audience, took out a small pastel porcelain bottle from the sleeves, opened the cork, and threw it to the center of the high platform, rolling down at the feet of the women in the colored clothes. After a moment of silence, there was a piano. The sound came out melodiously from the porcelain bottle. It was like having a master playing the piano. If there is such a master, you can hear the piano sound and adjust the finger at a slow angle, while the woman in the color coat slowly stretches with the sound of the piano. Position, long sleeves such as colorful clouds.

The sound of the piano was slightly stunned, and the woman in the colored dress stopped her body and kept a playful posture.

The pink embroidered shoes were gently picked up, such as a small lotus to reveal a sharp corner.

After the piano sounds from slow to fast, the beauty of the dance will accelerate, the waist is twisted like a wind, a look back, a thousand styles.

When the sound of the piano becomes sturdy, such as a large bouquet of beads dumped in the jade plate,

The old **** smiled slightly and suddenly lifted the two sleeves. Each of the big sleeves floated out four yellow paper plaques. After landing, the blue smoke filled the woman, and the woman in the colorful coat shrouded it. Everyone only heard the sound of the piano becoming more and more urgent, but she did not see it. The beauty figure is a little anxious and looking forward to it.

In an instant, the sound of the piano suddenly became high, such as a broken silver bottle.

At that moment, among the imaginary smog, eight young women with white fluttering fluttered out without warning. They took the woman in the colorful clothes and jumped out in all directions, holding a long sword. At the same time, those women with white sculpt and sculpt, screamed and screamed, similar to the strange sounds of the ancient barbarians, but they did not detract from their style, but instead gave birth to a kind of frame. Unique momentum.

In the waterfront of the lake, the middle-aged military commander who was stationed in the vicinity of Rouge County was very bright. He was originally invited to come here. It was only because of his feelings. At this moment, he could not help but take pictures. Zhang appreciative said: "A good iron ride is outstanding! Especially a few women holding a sword before the punch, it is this momentum, it is not easy."

The county guards Liu Daren and smiles, nodding his head and saying: "It's really good."

After that, the sound of the piano became more and more straight into the sky, such as Chunlei rolling in the sea of ​​clouds, and eight girls with white swords always surrounded the center of the colorful women, flying fast, the sword was like a rainbow, the woman in the color dress deliberately slowed down the speed of the move. It is in stark contrast with the sword-bearing girl who is fast and rushing, and many times the sword-bearing girl’s back is out of the sword. The sword-tip is only a little more than a woman in a color coat. It’s dangerous and dangerous. The woman in color is always smiling. .

This picture of the lake heart high platform has both the beauty of the flowing water and the thrilling charm.

The old **** smiled slightly and whispered: "Receive!"

When the posture of the girl in the high platform was so fast, a large piece of snow-white sword light shattered out to the four sides, and from time to time reflected on the faces of the guests on the lakeside, many people were scared to hurry to cover their faces. Then at this time, when the old **** said the word "receive",

Eight white girls suddenly stopped, turned into a yellow paper symbol, hovering in the air, the old gods beckoning, the yellow paper will be swept back into the old fairy sleeves, such as Yan homing.

The woman in the colored dress stooped to pick up the porcelain bottle and walked on it. After handing it over to the old god, she smiled at the main position of the water, and this was exactly the same as the white girl, and it was changed into a rough yellow paper. It was carefully hidden in the sleeve by the old god.

The old **** who came from afar, was shocked by the four-seat, and shocked the rich people who came to join in the robbery county on the spot, so that some of the local "immortal masters" who had been provocative in the past were really not stunned.

The young Taoist circumvented the county guards in the middle and asked softly: "Xu Big Brother, do you see the details? Is it a demon ghost? Anyway, my listening to the demon bell is no movement."

The man of the big man turned a deaf ear and yelled at his chin. "One of the white girls with a sly mouth is not inferior to the color woman."

Liu Gaohua was immersed in the shock of his heart and said to himself: "It is a supernatural power. It is no wonder that there are always people on the reading pens who want to visit the mountains. If I have learned this fairy technique, I will need to go to the brothel to drink wine in the future."

The big man returned to God and asked the young Taoist: "Chen Pingan has not returned yet? Will it not fall into the pit?"

The young Taoist said helplessly: "Chen Pingan has no interest in these, and maybe he sneaked to practice boxing."

The big man nodded and thought deeply: "This kind of big-eyed thing, Chen Pingan can definitely do it. In fact, let Liu Dagong ask us to go to the rouge powder bowl, and keep Chen Ping’s next encounter. Kind of good things, can’t wait to lie on the edge of the lake.”

Liu Gaohua is not saying: "Xu Daxia, I am so poor that my family is on the wall. The scenery on my house is not seen by you. In the past, there were occasional winds and snows. It was also pulled by friends. It’s hard to hear. At first, the girls still I am reading what I am the son of the county, I am willing to say a few words of flattery, and I will take the initiative to send my arms. Later, everyone behind me is a sturdy iron cock, but I haven’t looked at me."

The big man snarled: "A good bureaucrat, even as a bird of yours, is also your ability of Liu Gaohua. Hey, reading is not good, he can't inherit his father's business, and he can't make a living." So, it’s like playing in the mountains all the time, not doing business?”

Liu Gaohua’s face was awkward and self-deprecating: “If it’s not at home, I’m so alone, I’m still thinking about my inheritance of incense, or I’m going to die in an old house. He’s at most writing a famous man’s draft. Well, the text must be written with tears and tears, but in fact the father and son, it is the same."

The big man peeled off the citrus and handed it to Liu Gaohua, and did not say anything comforting.

In the peace and quiet of the food and clothing, young people will feel that everything is unsatisfactory.

When the real thing comes, I will know the misfortunes of the past and it is fortunate.

Some young Taoist priests did not trust Chen Ping’s peace, and they wanted to get up and look for it. It’s just that the corridors have already been crowded, and they have nowhere to go.

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In a quiet place, Chen Pingan stood under the wall and walked seven or eight steps away from the exterior wall of the house.

The black boy squatted on the wall, his eyes were playful, and he looked at Chen Pingan. He said in the authentic Longquan dialect: "Before the stream, you can't see your boxing depth. Now look back, the fairy cemetery, I did make a big deal, and I didn’t lose too much."

Hexiang heard the sound of the hometown.

However, Chen Ping is not happy at all.

This guy, it is the horse bitter Xuan of Xinghua Alley, and was accepted as a disciple by Zhenwu Mountain, one of the Baojuan soldiers' ancestral homes.

At that time, in the fairy burial tomb, Ma Kuixuan wanted to kill two people, deliberately accumulating power, hoping to solve him and Ning Yao in one breath, only to seize the opportunity by Chen Ping, almost to take the skirt knife Ning Yao temporarily borrowed Kill this guy. It was only Zhenwushan who was arrested at the time, and Chen Ping did not succeed.

Ma Kuixuan held a handful of salted soybeans in his hand, throwing them into his mouth and eating it with gusto.

He was originally in Zhenwushan, and he was worried that the guy in the mud bottle lane would die, or become a mundane master. The enemy of the fairy grave would be very boring in the future. Over the past year or so, he has been a bitter, and he followed the second master to go to Zhenwushan to practice. After going up the mountain, he went out of the limelight. He dared not say that he was a famous country. There are dozens of countries around Zhenwu Mountain. Who knows that Zhenwu Mountain has A genius that has never been seen in a hundred years, turned out to be born? Those ancestors and monsters in the mountains, who dare to squint at the realm of the realm?

In just one year, the three borders are broken, and it is like a broken bamboo. Now it is the fifth peak of the environment and scares the individual.

On the Zhenwu Mountain, the battle of the same territory, the big and small sixteen field frame, he has no defeat.

It’s a pity that this squatting down the mountain to seek revenge, quickness and enmity, barely able to count, but still can not break the five-environment bottleneck, and in one fell swoop in the five realms, so Ma Kuantu’s mood is not so good, let the master who accompanied him down the mountain Going back to the mountain first, he said that he would disperse his mind on the rivers and lakes, and find a few masters of the rivers and lakes in the three refineries to see if he could use his stone to attack the jade and successfully break the border. But even if you don't use the magic weapons of the real Wushan rewards, rewards, and gambling wins, Ma Kuixuan walked alone in the mountains and rivers of the five or six small countries. He did not find a veritable master, and most of them were four-day Wuwufu, famous for their reputation. Can't stand him a few punches.

Ma Kuo Xuan eats the salted soybeans, smiles and says: "Chen Pingan, look at your appearance, is the number of roads that you have to take the pure Wufu? In fact, it doesn't matter. If you are lucky, Liu Wufu can let us Daxie looks at his eyes. When he gets a little real power, he will be a martial artist.

Chen Pingan asked straight away: "Are you coming to me? Or passing by?"

Ma Kuo Xuan seems to hear a big joke, laughs and closes his mouth, and finally stops the laughter, and then only throws a yellow bean into his mouth, smirking: "It’s passing by, you are too safe." I am taking it seriously. I am because I heard that there is a sword **** in the country that has not been out of the country. I have been hiding in the mountains for 30 years. Everyone said that his swordsmanship is more powerful than the gods on the mountain. There is a sword in the heart of the sword, and it is very touted. I spent a lot of effort to find him. As a result, he did not want to take it out. He said that he had already withdrawn from the rivers and lakes. He was mad and found him for half a month. There is a saying that sends me away, but no matter how I shoot, he just shuns no war, blindly, even if I catch up and punch him, I lose the original intention of finding someone to discuss, I thought about it. The method, go to the rivers and lakes to find his descendants, carrying two heads to find the sword god, finally willing to fight with me. Only a five-faced Wufu with a sword, how to afford the 'sword god' Two words, you said yes, Chen Pingan?"

On the Zhenwu Mountain, Ma Kuo Xuan is actually silent and silent. It is not such a singular figure. Except for the occasional realization or the improvement of the situation, he goes out to find someone to catch and kill. The rest of the time has been closed and repaired, except for the name. The master on the top does not mention that there are only two ancestors who gave him punches and taught the true meaning of the soldiers on Zhenwu Mountain. One is the ancestral arrangement of Zhenwu Mountain, and the other is the addition of Ma Kuixuan’s eyes. Appeared, the horse bitter Xuan as the inheritance of their own clothing.

Ma Kuo Xuan himself is not clear, why do you want to talk in front of the same age in the mud bottle alley, of course, after saying what you want to say, there are more important things to do.

For example, play another game!

After suffering from mountaineering, Ma Kuo Xuan made a vow, the battle of the same territory, whether it is with the martial arts or the pure Wufu, must win, the fifth place without suspense is so, the upcoming Fifth Five is also true. In the future, it will be even more so!

Therefore, the hometown boy Chen Ping, is a small heart knot, the military practice, this snack is far from anything, but disgusting people, horse bitter Xuan heart is certainly not happy, can be big on the Zhenwu Mountain where the gods are piled up Killing the Quartet, was it actually lost to a small mud leg that would have a bad martial arts?

Chen Pingan asked: "If you meet, do you want to fight one?"

Ma Bian Xuan smashed his hand and smiled and said: "Nothing, even if it is a three-environment to the three realms, do not bully you Chen Ping, you can read in the fellowship, I will try to keep my hands and fight for another. I accidentally killed you. Even if you are hurt tonight, in the years to come, waiting for me to step on the top of the five worlds, the battle of the gods grave is enough to make you proud, but I am here. First advise you, you are smug in your heart, if you leak, I will hear a little rumor, but I will not be polite with you."

Ma Weixuan looked down at the peers who looked like the other people at the bottom, and his heart was faint and unhappy. Hey, he also learned to make his predecessor calm. It seems that this time he went out to travel, all the way to this colorful country, still have some experience. Ma Kui Xuan still has a smile on his face, telling himself to punch him down in a few punches later, and this kid knows how to be thick.

Ma Kuo Xuan Gang had to get up and jump off the wall. Chen Pingan already said: "Go outside."

The horse bitterness that lingered on the wall leaned back and disappeared, as if it had fallen on the street outside the wall.

Chen Ping looked around, then tiptoe a little, plundered the wall, and saw Ma Bianxuan slowly walking on the empty street, hooking his finger toward himself.

When Chen Pingan stepped on the street, Ma Kuixuan took a hand and scratched his head. He blinked his eyes and looked at him. He smiled and said: "You can use weapons casually, not that you take advantage of it."

Chen Pingan said nothing, taking the six steps of Lushan Boxing to "slowly" forward.

The water depth must be silent.

The same is true of the martial arts boxing. The spirit is restrained, and the return to the truth is true.

Although Ma Xuanxuan seems to have a scornful voice, he has always regarded Chen Pingan as a frog at the bottom of the well, but when he sneaked his heart and officially greeted the enemy, the black boy’s momentum changed suddenly. He clenched his fist in the abdomen and spread his hand in one hand. After losing to the back, the fist of the fist, the habitual fingertips are gently poked in the palm of your hand.

The two sides are separated by a few steps.

"You can't do it with light, you are too slow!"

Ma Kuo Xuan stepped out one step at a time, the street surface of the sole of the shoe, slightly vibrating, the deep penetration of the strong road, but there is no sign of a little bit to the surrounding, the black boy suddenly came to Chen Ping, the right hand a punch.

Chen Pingan was handing out his hands at the same time, his head tilted, his left hand smashed the horse's right hand fist, and the other hand held the other side's slashing and slashing an uppercut. At the same time, the body leaned forward and hit the left hand elbow to the face of the horse.

I didn’t think that Ma Bian Xuan raised his knees and suddenly popped a leg, blocking Chen’s rushing momentum, and leaning back, pulling away the distance between the two sides and avoiding the elbow, but it’s about to break out. For a moment, this foot solidly gave him a kick, I am afraid that it was really a broken heart. When I walked the rivers and lakes, I challenged the Quartet, even if it was Wu Wufu, once it was hardened, it would be a pure warrior. In the case of Ma Weixuan, whether it is punching or kicking, almost all of the blood will be vomited.

However, Ma Kuantu did not succeed, and found that Chen Ping’s right hand grabbed his leg first and then slammed him out.

Ma Kuixuan's whole person quickly changed his posture in the air, and finally his feet stepped on the wall, even the body was level with the street, keeping a squat posture, walking forward, like a flat.

Chen Pingan and his "side by side", did not pursue, with a fist to the head of the horse bitter Xuan.

I did not use the few tricks taught by the old man of Cui in the bamboo building.

The first time, the two sides did not know the true details, so the first shot is more power, more is to measure the opponent's pounds, instead of doing their best, once they come up, they will play big and big, Chen Ping is so careful. Cautiously, it is not surprising that Ma Bianxuan has seen the scenery on the mountain in Zhenwu Mountain. He also taught the strength of the martial arts master in the rivers and lakes. It is still so conservative. It is somewhat interesting. It is obvious that Ma Weixuan treats the only one who has won himself. Chen Pingan, deep inside, has inexplicable taboos.

coming!

The wall was trampled by two horses.

The black boy was like a violent arrow, and Chen Ping’s sigh was so deep that he sank the Dan room, and his foot stroked out of the arc, sliding back lightly, then slammed, and slammed, the street dust on the feet Flying, the depth of the ground touched by the sandals, the bricks are broken.

Ma Kui Xuan punches like a torrential rain, Chen Pingan fights and retreats, hard hits hard, punches fists, horse bitter Xuan boxing force is heavy, and continuous, breathable connection, all the way stretches as if there is no end, even if the body is suspended, feet There is no point, but Ma Bianxuan has played a very strong weather.

The air between the two sizzled.

It’s like someone is mad at the drums between the two.

Chen Pingan was beaten back by the black boy in a dozen steps, and Chen Ping’s safety was almost backed by the wall.

However, Chen Ping, who occupies the land in the invisible, can continue to borrow and unload from the ground, and bit by bit, it will accumulate a subtle advantage. It is at this time that there is still a second round. Yu Li, in case of accidental Chen Pingan, stepping on the earth with one foot, this is not enough. It is also a foot rooted on the ground, blocking the horse bitter Xuan a punch, doubled with color, hit a horse with a punch and hit the cheek, hit The black boy went out.

However, just as Chen Pingan was preparing to exchange for a new gas, Ma’s legs flew out and swept away. One newspaper reported that it was also whipped on Chen’s neck.

One was beaten out by Chen Ping, his body was turned upside down, his feet touched the ground, but his figure was still slipping backwards.

One was beaten by the horse and Xuan Xuan, the whole person rotated a circle, his knees were slightly squatting, and after standing firm, he immediately retreated backwards, as if he needed to adjust his breathing.

Ma Bian Xuan grin and smile, white teeth Sensen, roughly clear Chen Pingping method of light weight, punch speed and infuriating distance, a forward sweep, it is almost like the use of the Taoist symbols in the Taoist.

Chen Pingan was forced to put on a seemingly defensive boxing ring. When the two sides were about to collide, the horse bitter body shape turned, and the footsteps rushed tightly and step by step, such as the top. Around Chen’s peaceful rotation, the body always leans back, and wants to fall down, and Chen Ping’s distance is half an arm.

Chen Pingan did not easily hand out the punch.

After circling a circle, Ma Kuo Xuan stood up straight, and once again walked around Chen Pingan, curiously asked: "This punch is very dangerous, is there a famous name?"

Chen Pingan naturally does not speak, gently move his footsteps, always face-to-face with Ma Bianxuan, his fists are still the same, his fists are flowing all over the body, and the body is full of fire.

Ma Kuixuan did not wait for the answer, the footsteps kept, the wandering around Chen Pingan, suddenly smiled and said, "I am stupid, don't blame you for not blaming you, it is funny, I walked the rivers and lakes, I saw Many so-called heroic masters, when you fight, you are coming and going, there are countless fools applauding beside them, playing like a chick, before you shoot, you always like to eat me this trick, or It’s stupid to expose the name of the move, and I can’t wait for the opponent to know the roots and essence of the sword or the punch.”

Ma Bianxuan smiled and picked up his eyes, laughing and lazy.

However, it is better to say that the black-haired boy who only wins and loses the weight of the heart, has not lost to the battle of the gods.

Ma Kuo Xuan stood and asked: "We are always so arrogant, not a thing, my three realms have even tied you, Chen Ping, do you want to play more interesting?"

Chen Pingan twitched his mouth. "You use five realms directly, not that you take advantage of it."

Before Ma Xiuxuan said a similar word, now Chen Pingan, this stuffy gourd, directly lost to the heart of the arrogant horse bitter Xuan, is even more hateful than a fist in the horse bitter mysterious head.

Horse bitter Xuanhe laughed.

The black boy smiled brightly, his heart was very angry, and one hand kept clenching his fists and released. There was a series of white lightning flashing around the fingers, squeaking.

In the previous battle of the Three Realms, Ma Kuixuan gave up the identity of the martial arts martial arts, so he played very hard and was not very clever.

Chen Pingan did not have the slightest wish, but the boxing spirit rose rapidly, such as the tide surged.

Only this time, the ancient fist box of the gods and drums was changed into a sharp-fitting iron-clad formation.

In the end, Chen Pingan said a word that made the horse bitter and hard to kill him.

"Ma Kuo Xuan, I am begging you, fight and fight, don't end up."

Horse bitter Xuan took a deep breath and no longer had any lazy look, his eyes were silent, that is, no pride, no mood.

Ma Bianxuan’s face was calm and he pointed his finger. “Don’t dare to score the winner in the second lap I just walked out? The first person to leave the circle is to lose.”

Chen Ping nodded.

Ma Kuixuan did not hesitate to step forward and walked into the circle boundary.

The mud bottle lane Chen Ping, the apricot flower lane horse bitter Xuan.

In fact, the two people know that the horse bitterness is not only divided, but also divided into life and death.

Chen Pingan is unwilling to escape, or to die if he gives birth. Moreover, the higher the realm of killing the horse, the more murderous the bastard, Chen Pingan is not losing heart.

It is accidental to meet in other countries tonight.

The invisible avenue of the two is inevitable in the hometown.

What's more, there is a father's hatred that Ma Weixuan knows and Chen Pingan has not yet known.

Baoliangzhou color clothing country, this quiet street in Rouge County.

Chen Pingan took the lead in the iron-clad attack and took the lead. The sleeves in the sleeves were already ready, and they could be used for the real killings and the gods and drums.

The horses of the Wujing military monks, the hands of the palms of the hands, are all the roots of the true Wushan "Thunder".

Between the feet, the square inch.

Both are full of boxing and amazing lightning.

This one is close to killing.

Only on the realm of the realm, a pure Wufu, the peak of the three borders, a martial artist with five peaks, if you use the words of Ma Xixuan, it is actually a chicken.

However, if you look at the martial arts boxing of one side, and the ancestors of the other arrogant brooding from the other side, let alone the mountains and rivers, or the sacred houses on the hills, are all shocking.

Ma Bianxuan first dispelled the iron riding chisel that Chen Pingan had not yet condensed.

However, Ma Xixuan quickly ate a fifteen-figure martial arts drum, and the young boy in black was covered with pale gold. He had to forcibly intercept the eccentric fist with the secret weapon of Zhenwushan. Straight down, then Ma Bianxuan hit Chen Pingyang's temple bleeding bleeding, a face is lighted by the electric light thunderball twice, that taste, such as spring thunder ringing the ear, such as the sledgehammer in the middle door . It’s just that Chen Ping’an is in the lonely bamboo and bamboo building, and he is very familiar with it!

Ma Kuo Xuan is more and more brave and mad.

The two peers of the same family often exchange their fists and legs, straightforward, only seeking a fast word, and the pursuit of "killing one thousand self-injury 800" of the two hundred "surplus", with two teenagers Toughness and sorrow have reached the extreme heart, not to mention that two hundred earned heads, that is, twenty, will not let go.

So that it is clear that you can block the opponent's fist, but still insist on choosing you to punch me before I hit you first!

Chen Ping has already been turbulent in the internal organs, and he has bleed.

Ma Kuo Xuan is also a slap in the air, and the pain is like a heart twist. The real Wushan Thunder on the hand is not much left.

But the two sides have become more and more calm.

Each is a grindstone, a boulevard.

The last time the two men exchanged injuries with injuries, it was Chen Pingxin’s heart and soul, to nourish the soul of the sword, and temporarily turned into an offensive, hands separated and separated, but one breath, one hand and **** poke in the horse bitter eyebrows, one hand Two fingers bent, squatting in the heart of the horse.

Chen Pingan himself was stunned by the horse bitter and double fists.

The two men retired at the same time. When the horse bitterly stepped on the circle, swallowed a blood, and smiled and said: "Chen Ping, this time you lost, the trick is one win and one loss!"

Chen Pingan silently, twisted the tip of his toes, staring at the horse bitterness, lifting his back and slowly wiping the blood on his face, dare not cover the line of sight.

At this time, someone on the wall smiled: "Good."

Ma Weixuan sighed, turned and left, turned his head and reached Chen Ping, "The next time, the winners and losers will be separated."

Turning around, the black boy slowly moved forward, his face full of pain, clenched his teeth, and never let himself make a little noise.

Chen Pingan stood in the same place and looked up at the familiar figure.

The true Wushan military monk, with the horse bitter Xuan left the fairy grave.

After the fifteenth fist of the sacred drum was forcibly interrupted, Chen Pingan actually realized the existence of the person, or that the person deliberately let him know.

Therefore, Chen Ping did not use two flying swords.

The man told Chen Ping with his heart, don't worry about being born and died, just need to fight with all his strength, he will guarantee that the two will only win the game, whether it is Chen Pingan has the opportunity to kill Ma Kuixuan, or Ma Kuixuan will kill Dead Chen is safe, and that person will stop.

The man who took the place of Zhenwu Mountain to go to Zhuzhudong, stepped out and walked side by side with the painful face of Mao Bianxuan. The man turned his head and said to Chen Pingan: "I apologize and thank you, I have helped You solved an assassin who was hiding in the dark, otherwise your heartstring was loose, and it was difficult to stretch it in a short time. It was easy to be smashed by the assassin."

Chen Ping nodded.

The so-called gratitude.

It was because the man saw the foot of Chen Ping’s stepping out of the circle. In fact, he did not really touch the ground, but hovered in the air, but at that time, Ma Kuixuan was the end of the strong, and could not see the truth.

As for why it is so cautious.

Because Chen Pingan simply believes that the true Wushan soldiers are immortal.

There is only one Mr. Qi, and there is only one in Aliang.