Zheng Dafeng looked up at the sea of ​​clouds over the old dragon city and suddenly said, "Why don't you wear a skirt?"

The Yin God from the small temple slowly appeared in the courtyard, and he could not laugh.

Zheng Dafeng took back his sight and smiled and asked: "Old Zhao, is it what I asked, would you not say?"

Yin Shen shook his head: "I don't know more about Fan Junmao than you. But in the small temple, I heard a fallen foreigner Jian Xian and talked about a rumor that is not necessarily true."

Zheng Dafeng came to the interest, "Let's talk about it, anyway, the two brothers are idle all day..."

The sullen **** sneered: "You are doing nothing, I am very busy, and I am not afraid to fight and kill. It is not right. You are actually very busy every day. You are busy talking to a group of women in the city. The gentleman does not do anything." You should actually go to the Lake College."

Zheng Dafeng smiled and said: "Old Zhao, if you hurt your feelings, you must say less, you can work together, how much fate."

The Yin God top went back and said, "It’s awkward."

Zheng Dafeng shook his head and pointed his finger at the sea of ​​clouds. "She is the closest to me, and the two brothers are good."

Before Fan Junmao entered the dust pharmacy, the Yin God automatically retreated, which is both a ritual and a rule. So I didn't hear the conversation between the two people, but I can see that it is a bit unhappy. And the eldest daughter of Fan Jiayu’s leaps and bounds, from the first time that Fan Zheng’s two people met, to a big trip, returning to the old dragon city, standing at the door of the drugstore, it was already gold. Danjing, the speed of this kind of realm climbing, can no longer be explained by the unspeakable monastic genius. It’s too shocking to hear that Zhao’s surname is inevitable to think of a girl who grew up in the Pearl River Cave, practicing on the mountain, all provoke The enviable talents may not be able to match the four words of "light and know".

Surprised as heaven?

This yin **** sighed slightly.

Fortunately, this kind of person, looking at the five lakes and nine seas and nine continents, is also one of the few.

Zheng Dafeng reminded: "Hey, Lao Zhao, wake up, don't be in a hurry, continue to say that the miserable death in the outer circle of Jianzhudong, the swordsman, about the half-fair of the Yan family, in the end, said 啥Insider?"

The Yin God said: "I don't want to say it, I still have something to do."

It has passed away.

Zheng Dafeng looked dull and then angered: "Your grandfather!"

I am so optimistic about Zhao Wei who is with your surname.

The bamboo curtains picked up and revealed a young and beautiful girl's face. It was the little girl who liked to sit around Zheng Dafeng and licked the seeds. She smiled and said: "Where is the treasurer, do you want to recognize me as an elder?"

Zheng Dafeng put away the old cigarette rod, got up and smashed his hand, and ran to the girl. "Being an elder, it seems more life."

The girl blinked. "If you have a relative, you still have a score.

Zheng Dafeng is going to smash the shoulders of the girl. The girl bends back and takes two steps back. She smiles and hopes, "Oh, what are you going to marry me?"

Zheng Dafeng suddenly retracted his hand. "Being a brother and sister, being a brother and sister. Between husband and wife, you must respect each other as you are a guest."

The man went to the counter and looked at the shop's graceful and graceful. "Spring is full of gardens."

The man suddenly smiled and said: "Giving a child is not as good as teaching a child. It is better to teach a child a good art. It is better to give a good name. This old saying, sisters and sisters, have you heard it?"

Only the girl who was stolen by Zheng Dafeng recognized the book and could read the book, but she did not like to take care of Zheng Dafeng. After the book was borrowed from the shopkeeper's dead skin, after borrowing it, he did not intend to return it. A pharmacy shopkeeper, the pit shop buddy, this dozens of money, is not harmful, then the man simply said lost, angry She picked up the broom and slammed it. The man had to say the money for the book. It was counted back in the salary of the next month, according to one hundred dollars. The girl just stopped, and the book has been read anyway. It is also placed at home. If she is a child who has been eccentric to her brother, she may find that she is losing her family.

When the man saw no one responding, he had to sacrifice the killer. "The Fan Family, who often comes to our pharmacy, do you want to know the name?"

All women look to the man.

Zheng Dafeng gloated in disaster: "Calling Fan II, one two two two. This good name, is it very good with the appearance of a teenager?"

No one is willing to believe that it is only the treasurer who deliberately teased them.

Zheng Dafeng no longer talks about Fan Er, saying to himself: "Fan Xiaozi learns martial arts, and later inherits his family business as a nephew. As for his sister, the name of this little girl is good, the roots are deep and the leaves are thick. Fan family... a little stressful."

Zheng Dafeng put one side of his cheek on the table and looked at the alley outside the medicine shop. The wind and rain will come.

Yunlin Jiang's niece married into the old dragon city.

The dowry is absolutely beyond imagination.

I just don't know, what kind of name will be used by the family to set off this storm, and eventually one can dominate the old dragon city, and it may be two.

Zheng Dafeng smiled, these black smoke and anger, shut the old man's fart.

He glanced at a woman, thinking about it or spending some money on her own pocket, buying some expensive and close-fitting dresses? Give them to wear? In the big summer, if you sweat a little bit, you will get more and more curves and exquisite. Zheng Dafeng laughed and wiped his mouth.

This is the day of the gods.

What is the sword of the Tianmen God who will be nailed to the pillar, what is the treasure of the frosty snow, and what to see the Fan Fanmao of the celestial plane... It’s not too late to say anything.

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Jin Dan's swords and swords contain a sword of martial arts, and under the premise of no sign of the other side, the thunderstorm is overwhelming, and the soul of a four-faced Wufu is attacked.

Even if Ma Zhizhi knows that Chen Ping’s three-line game is playing very well, he still feels incredible.

At the very least, should there be a trick?

Chen Pingyi mistakenly thought that the old god, who is nearly three hundred years old, was "sneak attacking" and was too ruthless. He smiled and said: "Mr. Ma, nothing, I used to smelt the soul in the three realms and have suffered a lot. It’s still a bit of a pain, as long as the sword will not hurt the martial arts, Mr. Ma will only take the shot.”

"Be careful." Ma Zhi nodded, slightly thinking, extending a hand, **** from the life of Feijian cool shades out of the three swords, and then into a small pearl-sized ball, a green light It is really like the cool shade of the picking, the old sword repairs the curved fingers, flies and flies three times, and the three cool swords and scented beads are condensed, and when they plung into Chen’s body, they make a slight flaw. The voices are aimed at the three souls of the baby, the cool and the soul.

Chen Pingan had prepared for this time, and set up a sword stove to stand up. Outside the heart, there was a visitor knocking on the door three times, with a sharp sharp weapon stabbing the heart of the door, cold and piercing, nailed into the soul, people can not help but think To fight chills, Chen Ping’s face is unchanged, and he has the courage to cope with it. The martial art of the fire dragon is purely infuriating, wandering from other places, and instantly smoothing the three cold swords.

Chen Pingan said: "Mr. Ma, come again."

The old sword repaired the self-confidence, and the heart was already guilty. There was no talk, and the **** were close together. They were lightly wiped on the sword of the life. This time, it was no longer the fairy hand of the sword, but from the shade. Peeling off a whole sword, it is not eager to rush to Chen Pingan, but a slight wandering, chilly overflow, so that the cool Guifei small courtyard suddenly from the midsummer, reversed back to the cold season.

That sword is poised between the two.

Ma Zhi slowly said: "The fetal light is the birth of the human god, and the sword of the world's sword repair is used as a congenital sword. After the sword is formed, it will be used as a scabbard and a sword. The three souls are erratic in the human body, the snakes have snake roads and rats, and the three souls are no exception. Each has a general soul road. I used to scream your heart with the sword, but it is three small. Dish appetizers, now is the dinner, will add a little gravity, which contains the weight of the sword, to be a lot of weight, Chen Pingan, picked up!"

Chen Pingan nodded subconsciously.

Just when Chen Ping’s fine action was made, the old man’s mouth was smashed, and the sword was weak. He was already like a broken bamboo. He broke into Chen’s physical fitness and smiled. “In the future, confronting a sword, the battle of life and death, you may want to So single-minded..."

Pure Wufu, this is the most extreme person between heaven and earth. It has been a total of nine rectifications, and the refining body refines the spirit, from the outside to the inside, progressively, and can continue to feed on the flesh, so the body is strong, Naturally, it is more outstanding than a practicing person. In the final analysis, in the eyes of the monks in the mountains, it is not the avenue, but the self. In fact, the short life of the martial arts, three hundred years old, can be described as the peak, not far from being a gentleman.

Compared with the internal and external training of the practicing qi, the pure Wufu's body is too heavy, but it will become a burden, and the martial arts road is too low, Wu Fu is too stubborn, and the fight against the soul is actually One's own strength, with that pure instinct, self-sufficiency.

It’s beautiful, don’t borrow power from heaven and earth.

Unlike a practicing qi, it is a long-lived bridge. It is like communicating two inner and outer caves. With the aura of heaven and earth, the spirit of the heavens and the earth is watered, and the spirit of the small caves is tempered. The heavens and the earth are the same, and naturally it is easier to live longer and immortal.

At this moment, there is a cramping pain in the soul of Chen Pingan, the kind of one that does it.

It is a pity that Chen Ping is still a sword furnace, still not moving.

Ma Zhiyi raised an eyebrow.

Although he has a lot of efforts, but the eyes of Jin Danjing are there, the culmination of Wu Wufu's climax, falling in the eyes of Ma Zhi, will be as big as a sigh, leaking everywhere, are loopholes. So Chen Ping’s nod that time is an opportunity. However, Ma Zhi has already overestimated the body of the young sword in front of him. It is not enough. It is not enough. Chen Ping’s beatings in the felling mangosteen building, a skinny body, “enjoy” is the **** of the old man The gongs and drums, the three souls and the seven scorpions, suffered from the steamed Daze-style and the iron-riding squad, which are the essence of the martial arts that the old man learned all his life. He is still proud of the move after he reached the peak of the Ten Realms. .

At that time, Chen Pingan was suffering from more sacred drums, every breath, and eighteen swords. It was already natural, and then there was cramping and peeling, and many times the pain of the thorns, although still far away The far-reaching Wufu’s seventh peak is not leaking, but Ma Zhi’s subtle swordsmanship is really unable to grasp Chen’s flaws, unless it is a force to drop the 10th and forcibly break open.

The world's strongest three realms, the weight of gold.

It’s just that the barefoot old man who teaches boxing is disdainful.

Ma Zhisheng gave a little bit of victory, and then set aside three swords from the life sword, and turned into a virtual body. This time, the three swords, he did not believe Chen Ping’s three souls route, really impeccable.

Chen Pingan was just stunned and wanted to stop. This time he did not dare to ask Ma Laojianxian to increase his strength. He always felt that the old man’s face could not be hanged, and it was not appropriate. However, although the swordsmanship of the three scorpions is fierce and gloomy, it seems that the ploughing cows turn over the fields, and in the imaginary three winding roads in the body, the three gullies are forcibly plowed out with swords, just like the three winter brooks flowing through the heart, the heart is cool, but this kind of Suffering from suffering, Chen Pingan was still an "appetizer" in the bamboo building.

Ma Zhi also noticed that something was wrong. He had to pull up the height of Chen Ping’s four heights again. He blinked at the flying sword in front of him and took a deep breath. "Chen Pingan, I will continue to use the cool shade to force the virtual Into the soul of your soul, this painful heart, you must be psychologically prepared, if you can't hold on, you must take the initiative to open. Because the cool shade is my life flying sword, and my heart is connected, but after all, Like a hole in the sky, it is hidden by your gods, which will greatly affect my connection with the shade. I can kill the enemy in general, but I can ignore it, as long as it is overwhelming, but between you and me, it is another matter. So don't be reluctant."

Chen Pingan removed the sword furnace pile and stepped back, posing an ancient boxing frame, clenching a fist in the heart, punching a fist above the head.

If you raise your leg again, it is actually a kind of king-like phase similar to that of a Buddhist temple. It is just like a different shape. The true meaning is very different. This boxing is exactly the two times in the Sun’s ancestral home to retreat the golden cloud sea dragon and the dragon. .

When Chen Pingan changed from the Shushan Boxing Sword to this boxing, the momentum changed.

No longer in the eyes of Ma Zhi, the sunshine boy who talks and laughs with the young Fan Er is no longer a calm and calm boy who walks in the pile.

And like a

This punch will come out.

Only a boxing.

It’s so big! If it is the seven masters of the Seven Kingdoms in the Old Dragon City, or the eight-year-old Grand Master of the hidden world, this amazing posture, decades and even hundreds of years of tempering, experienced the peak of my live enemy death. The war is just that, but how big is the boy?

Ma Zhi did not know that he was shocked several times today.

Chen Ping's heart has been completely immersed in it, there is no longer a flying sword in front of the eyes, no more Jin Danjing sword repair.

Only the barefoot old man in the bamboo building violently laughed, arrogant and arrogant, playing him again and again as a life is not as good as death, a sentence he is a kind of little girl, which is mixed with some old people are not for him to be safe, but in the right The words of the whole world are sounding.

When this fist is out, the gods who descended Tianwei will be returned to heaven!

To play the world, let me stand up to the sky!

Chen Pingan blurted out and said: "Please sword!"

Hearing a younger boy who was so provocative and suspicious, the old sword repair did not have any disappointment, and his mind moved. The flying sword was shaded by the real, such as the iron ride, and opened up the territory for the monarch.

Chen Ping’s face was white, his fists were clenched, and the boxing was fretting. He just had a lot of trouble.

The ground of the small courtyard was slightly shaken, and the meaning of the mountain and the mountain was like a mountain root spreading to the ground.

Ma caused a slight frown, facing the young boy in front of him, the old man pointed his fingers to the next stroke, just as Wufu used a long sword to open the enemy.

Chen Pingan's eyes widened, his teeth gnawed, the scorpion swelled up, the boxing changed again, or the cloud steamed Daze, but began to shrink, and the distance between the two fists was a little closer.

At the same time, all the fists that rushed out of the body quickly gathered in the body, such as the palms slammed together and beat a fly.

"It’s not wise to be so big."

Ma sneered a sneak peek, and then raised his fingers and then raised it up, secretly increasing the weight of the sword of the squad.

Chen Ping’s shoulders swayed slightly, and a punch suddenly came out. The fists rushed into the sky and hit the ancestral ancestral grove of the small courtyard. The truth was revealed at this moment. It was originally covered with water curtains. In the sky, it was smashed by a punch and smashed, so that the scene outside the small courtyard began to blur.

The old man angered in his heart: "I don't believe it. I can't teach a small four-dimensional Wufu!"

The old man solemnly took a step back, and after one hand was negative, he smashed his sword with one hand and sternly said: "Chen Pingan, the real test sword, officially started! The flying sword shades, it will be imaginary and real, and the soul of your body, together Polish, focus on the enemy!"

The young boy’s eyes are firm and he doesn’t talk at all. He just puts up the old boxing frame and slowly slides backwards and backwards. It’s really flowing and pleasing to the eye.

The world's swordsmanship, the sword is thousands of, very different.

The true meaning of the Kendo sword that Jin Danjian Xiuhua enlightened is that the life of the cool shade is born, I hope that there will be no heat in the world, and the flying sword is a cool resort.

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The ordinary courtyard not far from the Guifei Xiaoyuan, osmanthus Xiaoniang Jinsu is eating a piece of melon, there is a natural spring water on the island, the iced fruit is the most delicious, the scholar of the golden millet, the woman Gui Gui, she There is no interest in human food. Looking at the glamorous face of the disciples, it is this moment, the ordinary eating, but also reveals a natural and beautiful, I wonder if Sun Jiashu and Yan Nanhua, two old dragons The youngest handsome young man in the city must be fascinated by the same woman.

Whether Sun Jiashu likes Jin Su, of course, likes it, but the woman is not willing to break the secret, because she does not think that Jin Su and Sun Jiashu can become a pair of fairy monks, as the candidates of Jin Su’s husband, in the hearts of women, talented. Sun Jiashu, who has already reached the stage, is the best. Yan Nanhua is slightly better, and it is better to be Fan Er.

It is a pity that the love between men and women in the world has never been judged by the good or bad of men and the inappropriateness of both sides.

Who is going to blame?

Gui Yan has some self-deprecating, she really knows who should blame at first, but now, it is hard to say.

She was slightly surprised and couldn't help but turn her head to look at the small courtyard of the Gui.

Jin Su wondered: "Master, what happened?"

Gui Yan smiled and said: "You seem to look down on the young man named Chen."

Jin Su picked up a melon that was sweet and went to the heat. It doesn't matter: "Even if he is taller than the sky, it doesn't matter to me."

Gui Yan seems to have heard some voices, nodded, and then said to Jin Su: "You have something to do, first go to the foot of the shop to get back the herbs, your grandfather left a message on the other side, it should be ready After you come back, wait until Grandpa Ma’s opening, and then prepare a large bucket for the Guimai Small Courtyard."

Jin Su said: "Why, the younger guest should soak the potion and snoring? Isn't this a thing that Wufu needs to do often?"

The woman is somewhat reluctant. "To do these things for a teenager, Master, I am a bit awkward. This is really not what I am a young lady. I usually cook tea for the guests, clean the courtyard, play against them, sing songs, and I also Diligent, but to prepare people for bathing, I..."

The woman smiled and said: "So the father of the teacher did it himself?"

Jinsu sighed and carefully wiped his fingers. "I can't do it."

It didn't take long for Jinsu to leave the small courtyard, and soon returned, bringing an amazingly unique Zhouzhou guest. She was still a bit embarrassed. I don't know why these people insisted on visiting "Guilan", but when she saw that Master had already Standing at the entrance of the small courtyard, some of them settled down. In the heart of Jin Su, Master is omnipotent and is not unusual Fan Jiakeqing. Although Master has never been ignorant of his own mastery and the course of his cultivation, Jin Su can determine one thing, with Master’s vision and tone, even if it is not a Yuan Ying Xian Xian, at least it should be a Jin Dan Jing Qi .

Not only is this cross-state ferry boat in Guihua Island, the six ferries must go to Laolong City and the inverted mountain every time. At least one Jindanjing monk must sit in the town. Guilu’s external display is only one of Guihuadao’s management. Just now, plus Grandpa Ma, in fact, Guihua Island now has three Jin Dan.

Jin Su really does not believe that heaven can collapse.

The group of people, a total of six people, all men and women, all from the southeastern Tongyezhou, is the largest partner of the Fanjia Guihua Island voyage, Guihua Island nearly half of the secret database, all give them a big bag Next, as for the goods, which are the unique properties of Tongyezhou, Jinsui, a sweet-scented osmanthus, of course, can not know, she only heard that it is a big man in Tongyezhou.

No matter what, since the father of the teacher has come out, Jin Su will also go to the foot of Guihua Island to take medicine.

After she left, she couldn’t help but look back. An old man with a very tall and thin body was taller than a man in the Old Dragon City. He was a child, and he was the most eye-catching, with a black robes and a dusty stain. It must be a good robe.

The old man personally guards a young man, looks ordinary, his eyebrows are very light, but there are a pair of extremely narrow eyes, when you look at people, even if it is the golden millet of Dongfu, there will be a goose bump, not afraid Look at it.

Gui Yan smiled and asked: "I don't know where you are looking for me, what is it?"

The young man squinted and stared, "Are you Mrs. Gui?"

Gui Yan looks indifferent, "Exactly."

The man's eyes are hot. "I introduce myself. My name is Jiang Beihai. I am from Yuguizong. Now we have just missing a cross-state ferry. I don't know if Mrs. Gui has any interest in joining Yuguizong?"

Gui Yan silently.

The man laughed and said: "All the losses of the Fan family, all the income of Guihua Island, calculated in a hundred years, I will have a lot of copper coins, all compensated to Fan Jia! I believe Fan family is afraid, unwilling and will not reject my proposal. Mrs. Gui, what do you think?"

Dongbao Pingzhou is the smallest of the nine continents. The Tongyezhou in the southeast is not small. It is much bigger than the Fuzhou, and the cave in Tongyezhou is in the nine continents. The number is much higher, especially the rank of two of the blessed land, which is extremely high. Fortunately, many monks in Po, Chau, and Zhouzhou will rush to Tongyezhou, and each has their own needs. In the end, these monks who landed in the land of the "Zhu Xianren" will have far more benefits than many blessings.

On the map of Tongyezhou, Tongye Zong and Yu Guizong, one north and one south, and the two peaks are combined.

The young Tongyezhou who helped Ding’s escape from the robbery was from Tongyezong, a sect. It was named after the title of one continent, and it stood for thousands of years. It is the best exhibition of strength. This point, with the northeast of the Luluzhou, but dare to steal the northern character from Pazhou, north of the Luzhou self-residence, there is a similar skill.

A woman in the palace dress smiled and said: "Master Jiang, you have always lived in the Zongmen. We are not like the Tongyezong who likes to show off. It has always been good with people. It must have been that Mrs. Gui has heard less."

Gui Yan shook his head: "Yu Guizong, I am like a slap in the ear, the Jiang family in the Yugui Zongzhong who mastered the Yunfu Temple, and the last ten generations of Jiang's, are all single-pass, I have heard."

The Jiang man smiled. "Since Mrs. Gui knows it, it is still such a lukewarm attitude. It must be that Yu Guizong and the old Dragon City Fan family are not in a continent, but also separated by a Tongyezhou. The whip is too long?"

At the end of the day, Jiang’s man had no silver for three hundred and two, bending down to pay for the crime, but his face was a cold smile. He said: “The rude is rude, the wording is improper, and Mrs. Gui has to blame.”

Gui Gui is still a light and graceful appearance, whispered: "The pledge of the road, involving the cultivation of the heart, can not easily violate. Jiang Gongzi's good intentions, my heart."

The man straightened up, "Oh?"

Gui Yan suddenly smiled: "The vows, and the term of Jiazi, if Jiang Gongzi is sincere, may wish to wait?"

The young man laughed aloud. "Inviting Mrs. Gui to join Yuguizong, it is not my sincerity of Jiang Beihai. As long as Mrs. Gui is willing, she can marry."

Then he waved his hand and laughed. "Hello, it’s not true. Mrs. Gui and I can rest assured that our Zonggui Zongzhu and my Jiang family have long admired my wife. I can’t let Jiang Beihai do whatever he wants. lady."

Gui Yan is still smiling and can't pick a little bit of trouble.

The height of the woman’s appearance and the face’s appearance are not necessarily determined.

The thin and tall old man showed his intention to appreciate, but his natural tone was indifferent. He said slowly: "Mrs. Gui is kind, as my son said, Yu Guizong is really sincerely invited, please ask my wife to seriously consider, hope for sixty. After the year, I will be able to drink a cup of Guizi brewed by Mrs. Gui in the gate of the Jade Mountain.

Gui Yan nodded gently.

The two sides have not said this.

She slowly walked back to the small courtyard, looked up at the direction of the old dragon city, some helpless, I do not know whether it is illusion, this woman seems to have a little grievance.

Above the old dragon city, a green robe woman fell backwards, lying in the sea of ​​clouds, yawning, lazy: "There are many people who are looking for death, boring, boring, drinking and drinking..."

She picked up the ordinary jug and raised her arms and found that there was no more drunkenness. This made the woman not think of the underground river and walked the dragon road. She made fun of the little drunkard who held the sword and looked up and drank. , how, so quickly retribution? When the woman thinks about this, she is resentful. A squid is standing up and picking up a small cloud containing rainwater from the sea of ​​clouds. I throw it into my mouth and will swallow it as a drink, chewing on the boring "Cloud wine", she is in a bad mood.

Her eyes looked coldly at the osmanthus island on the sea, and she bounced back and forth. From the southernmost sea of ​​clouds, she was like a child in a city lane, jumping squarely and jumping to the northernmost part of Yunhai. After that, then began to rush forward, raised his head high, put a hand-held gun spear is about to throw out of the pose, suddenly stopped his body, violently said: "Go!"

The sea of ​​clouds is like a boiling water.

As the woman made this throwing action, a long white sword that was torn from the sea of ​​clouds, which was ten feet long, flicked over the old dragon city.

On the Great Sea, the Guihua Island Ferry is very far away from the Old Dragon City.

The tall and thin old man of Yu Guizong suddenly took a palm to fly around the **** scorpion.

Instead of Jiang Beihai standing in the same place, the arms are blocked at the top of the head, the robe is violently swayed, and there are lightning and thunder in the sleeves.

The entire Peach Blossom Island was shocked and shook, splashing huge waves.

Jiang Beihai turned his head and looked around. The robes of Yuan Ying’s old man had been destroyed. Fortunately, there is still the possibility of repair, but the arms are bloodless and bare.

The old man vomited a bite of blood, staring at the old dragon city, sticking out a terrible arm, Shen Sheng: "Young master, stay in place, don't approach me, but don't walk around."

Chen Pingan hangs his waist in the raised sword, and Fei Jian’s first creaking sounds.

The woman who had already planned to close her hand saw the old man’s action of stretching out his arm. "Oh, what is the meaning of asking for a sword?"

The green-robed woman named Fan Junmao leaned back and tiptoed a little, and plunged backwards. Then she repeated the previous movements again. Before throwing a sword, she laughed and said, "Go!"

Then she wrapped her arms around her chest and smiled at Guihua Island. She said: "Even after another thousand years, I still like this kind of hard-core hero. I seem to stretch my neck and hack me to hack. me……"

On the osmanthus island, Chen Pingan quietly held down the sword, but the previous time was too late. This time, I finally looked up and caught a little bit of clues.

In a Jin Danjing old sword repair only when the mind is swaying.

Chen Pingan has closed his eyes and felt the excitement of the sword with his heart.