At the first time of Chen Ping’s strokes, under the instructions of the golden dad, the dragon’s ditch has already acted, and the lion’s rabbits also used all their strength, and the hundreds of dragons lurking in this gully It flocked to Osmanthus Island along with the sea water that was originally towering in the sky.

Only the direction of the golden old man is very calm.

The old man of Zhouzi lost his hand to the dragon king in his hand. The life and death of a young child has nothing to do with the overall situation. The old man squinted his back against his own sword. The whole person seems to be shrouded in Su Jie Yuehui. It is like a small world between abbots.

The old man praised the heart, the little guy is a bit of a big weather, although the relationship with the realm of high and low, repairing the depth is not big, but the old boat can recognize himself when he is young, but there is no such tolerance.

The old man quickly retracted his gaze and whispered: "Mrs. Gui, Guihua Island is in danger, Chen Pingan and this sign are temporarily protected by me. Madame Gui just went to the town to ferry, let Ma Zhi and several people manage, and quickly rushed to the mountains. All guests are aware of the benefits, and they have to rebuild their possessions, all personal grievances, as well as remuneration and compensation, and then Guihua Island will go through this robbery."

"Daddy’s shot this time is very weird, and it’s a means of killing the Jindan sword repair. It’s already broken, and it’s five things, or someone is in the darkness of the dragon’s ditch, turning this land into a similar The existence of the Confucian school of the academy. Maybe a high-ranking person on the side of the door, fancy the enclave, let the old man have the ambition of the Confucian sage of the mother-in-law, but whether it is a jade or a Pseudo-Sacred, once it is fully shot, without me, you are hard to cope with."

Mrs. Gui was hesitant, did not rush to Guihua Island, and even deliberately slowed down the speed of speech. During this period, she weighed the pros and cons. During the long course of cultivation, Mrs. Gui knew that she was in a dilemma and made ten things. Things are not as good as one thing.

The three sides of the sea, such as the dyke, smashed to the "bottom of the bowl" ferry.

On the osmanthus island, the ancestral laurels of the top of the mountain were removed, and the remaining more than a thousand laurel trees, while the leaves were falling, and the leaves fell into the air together. They were not scattered, and the laurel leaves hanged after the void, forming a Semi-circular, covering the osmanthus island, after which the laurel leaves are instantly burnt into ashes, and the smoke disappears. Only a group of green aura is left in place, condensed into a ball of a size, which is like a wild chestnut-like linguistic ball. Go out and sift through the green silk threads and pull them together.

The sea is raging, the ferry is like a leaf boat, and the fused leaves of the osmanthus are connected, like a big net that the boat throws out. It is only this time to "cast the net", not for fishing, but only for rain.

When the sea water lingers on the big net, the waves are stirring, but there is no drop of water infiltrating the big net on the osmanthus island, the ferry is only slightly shaking, and when the ancestral laurel presents the mysterious posture of the rapid growth of the branches, the top of the mountain cracks. There are many gullies, revealing the roots of the old laurel trees. The entire osmanthus island began to rise slowly, as if to withstand the impact of the sea, suspended the wind, forcibly removed from the dragon's ditch.

Many otters with foreheads and horns rushed to the most fierce momentum. One piece fell on the big net, and the claws tore the big laurel leaves, or hit the head.

This type of otter is regarded as a loyal member of the genus of the dragon. It is relatively close to the real dragon who is in charge of the five lakes and the sea. It is a world apart from the stream of snakes. It’s just that there is more than one water word, and it’s better than a single word. Compared with this kind of veritable king’s family, it’s still a bit worse. The water scorpion is the kind of the ancient scorpion and the sea snake. Therefore, it is also known as the Qing Dynasty, and the white pheasant who likes to hide in the mountains and mountains, once in the deep sea and on the land, often appears in the literati poetry articles, is also a frequent visitor of the immortal poetry.

A lot of dragons and descendants followed, fiercely hit the big net, and also cast a talented water magic power, a strip of 钧 钧 钧 sea water, together with the impact of the big net.

After seeing this scene, Zhouzi Laohan was distressed. This is because Mrs. Gui has put together a hard-won fairyland, letting the fundamental strength of the real body be sharply depleted, and seeking for a glimmer of life for all.

Ma Zhi, who is staying on the island, should have already negotiated with the guests, that is, he does not know whether he can unite as a city and work together to tide over the difficulties.

At the moment when Chen Pingan tried to write the shackles, the golden daddy gave orders to let Xiaolonggou smash the osmanthus island, but it did not mean to shoot it. It was just a little thought, shaking the golden scales and slowly swimming towards the clear. At the edge of the sea, I finally walked out of the hustle and bustle of a majestic old man wearing a golden robe. His eyebrows were extremely long and hung to his chest. He volleyed forward. This turned into a humanoid old man, who ignored it and needed to be distracted. Mrs. Gui, who is driving the Guihua Island, even the life and death of the cub, the old man of Jinpao is indifferent. He is like a mountaineer who slowly descends the hillside. He is condescending and overlooks the two small boats and three people at the foot of the mountain.

The old man looked at the back of the boy and kept his feet. He smiled and said: "The little guy, playing on the dragon and the dragon, is writing the shackles, I only know when you are young and ignorant, you are secretly hiding two. Put the flying sword, but if you have to take another inch..."

Zhouzi Laohan drove his boat at the foot, and after Chen Ping’s one person and one boat, he looked up at the old animal who changed his temperament. He smiled and said: “How about getting the inch, how can you lead the neck and ask for a comfortable death? You guys swallowed the cockroaches, don't chew slowly?"

The old man looked at the old boat and smiled. "You have broken the rules, and death is dying. As for how to die, it doesn't matter. Do you forget, the soul after your death, if it is a little bit I was tempted by my men, and I made dozens of candlelights. After I lit it, I placed it in the deepest part of the Longlong Ditch. I was able to withstand the coldness of the cold. This sin is more difficult than the five horses on the human arena. Especially for you, the old monk of Jindan, the higher the road, the higher the incense sticks..."

Speaking of this, the old man of Jinpao sighed and stopped his body. After one hand was negative, one hand and **** swayed the golden long eyebrows hanging on his chest. He said helplessly: "Little guy, I and Fan Jiazhou will help you delay." It’s been a long time, a shackle of a rainer’s order, hasn’t been painted yet? Is it a Taoist disciple of Taoism, and now it’s getting worse? Or is it that you’re not good at learning, the character is not good? Or is this power too powerful? The paper is too precious, it hurts you to write some... oh? No, I haven’t seen and taught the shackles for many years, I miss it very much, so I can wait for this time, and the young lang slowly Come, don't worry."

Mrs. Gui lamented.

The old boat is also a similar state of mind.

This is the horror of the heavens and the earth of the saints.

Like Confucianism sitting in the school of the Academy, Zhenjun is in Taoist temple, Luohan is sitting in the temple, Wusheng is governing the battlefield.

The pale-faced lady, Gui Li, said: "So violent and violent, you are not afraid of the Confucian saints in Boao Chau to be accountable to you?!"

The old man looked pity and said: "Mrs. Gui, Madame Gui, you shouldn’t stay in a muddy pond like the old dragon city. It’s just a matter of self-restraint. After so many years of inaction, the two ears don’t smell the window, where knows the general trend, Mr. Chang’s death, Mrs. Gui, although I have been licking your true body for many years, but I am very good at you, I can finally give you a chance to return to me and share with the dragon, how?”

Mrs. Gui sneered: "I really don't know if the Confucian saint is here, you dare not let go of the eulogy! Don't say saints, I am afraid that it is just a gentleman, it is enough to make you tremble?"

The old man in Jinpao smiled and shook his head. "It’s different now, so I said that your eyes are too narrow, so the difference is different. After you eat it, I can get into the jade. Even if the Confucian saint of Chen Yin’s family left the academy, come here to be accountable, can you help me?”

The old man grinned and smiled. "I know that you still don't give up, thinking that I was in the past, but I was lucky enough to let the boy draw the shackles, so that all the dragons except me are scared. You see, I am still licking your wish. Do you still feel that I am bluffing?"

The old man stepped out in a step and instantly came to Chen Ping’s side of the boat for more than a dozen feet.

Chen Pingan seems to be indifferent to the old man who is not asked about the world.

Mrs. Gui and the old man of Zhouzi also acted at the same time. She threw out a branch of sweet-scented osmanthus and fell on the bow of the boat. The woman recited a sentence saying, “The roots are rooted in the sky”, and the cassia twig grows into a small laurel tree, and the branches and leaves are opened. A cluster of golden osmanthus flowers, the fragrance is fragrant, the laurel tree is as high as one foot, and the shade covers Chen Pingan.

The old man was quick and stunned with his hands, and he cursed the curse. He squatted on his boat, his hands and hands were at the same time, his fingers crossed, and the brilliance was shining from the fingers. The old boat touched the heart with one hand and the little finger pointed at the golden old man. After the old man, there was a bright red light lingering around the whole body, like a **** in the red robe, with a scarlet scorpion on his forehead, and angered: "Jinwu flutters, Vulcan boils water!"

From the foot of the old man to the sea between the old man and the golden robe, like a hot pot boiling water, the mist is soaring, and then a golden crow flies out from it, they drag the flames and flutter to the old man.

However, Jinpao Laojiao just waved his sleeves and pulled out two clear water dragons from the two sides of the sea. They collided with the golden crows, and dozens of Jinwu were swallowed up by the two old ones, although the Bishui Canglong had a full meal. When I was in the belly, I flashed the fire from time to time, and eventually I died in the same way. The body collapsed and returned to the sea. However, the old man’s handcuffs were smashing, and the shot was fierce. It was a slap in the face of the golden robe, and the judgment was high. .

The old man in the golden robe smiled and said: "Vulcan? This kind of ancient **** is too complicated, and because of a great disaster, the inheritance of this ancient **** is often unspoken, and it is more orderly and deeper than traditionally. It’s not worth mentioning that the water department of the Emperor relies on the water. It’s not worth mentioning. You little Jindan, I’m afraid I don’t know the word of Vulcan’s boiling water. It’s in Lucy. The earliest Vulcan, but let’s talk Boiled up the four seas, burned the five lakes for the clouds in the sky, and the gods of the later generations of fire, they only dare to say that boiled water, what water, big rivers are water, small streams are water, boiled water, tea can not drink?"

The old man was easily broken by the golden robe, and he was not discouraged. During the latter’s discourse, he changed another, clenched his fists with both hands, and slammed his feet together. The image of the Tianguan is not seen, glaring at each other, and the capacity of the protector. There are a few rounds of lightning around the old man.

The old man finally separated his fists, and he punched the heart of his fist to the abdomen three times. The aura of the three gas chambers stirred up, and the other hand recovered his palms and his palms turned toward the sky. "Thriller screams, Lei Zedong opens, listen to my orders, Dai Tian Punish!"

A cloudless blue sky, a huge whirlpool of lightning and thunder appeared out of thin air, a snow-white thunderbolt highlighted, turning a few times in the air, smashing to the top of the golden robe.

The figure of the old man in the golden robe disappeared in the same place, but the thunder and lightning did not dissipate. It penetrated the sea directly and fell into the depths of the dragon's ditch. It flew back and reflected the snow on the bottom of the sea. Many hidden The genus of the dragons on the bottom of the sea, they did not participate in the cofferdam, after being disturbed by this Leifa, all of them subconsciously closed their eyes and did not dare to face it.

The thunder and lightning swept out of the sea and flew to one place. The old man in the golden robe showed his true body. In the face of this unreasonable thunder and lightning, the old man seemed to be finally annoyed. This time, he did not have the previous leisurely attitude and did not continue to dodge. Standing in the same place, slightly frowning, **** close together, respectively, holding a pair of golden long eyebrows, quickly wiped, slipping out two golden swords from the tip of the finger, about three feet, and the world sword is equal, a sword greets that Thunder and lightning, a sword spurs the vortex that communicates with a small Lei Ze.

The two long swords of the golden robe are all successful, and the thunder and the whirlpool are burned again. In the sea and the sky, the blast is splintering.

The old man of Zhouzi is not a rare Jin Danke who has personally experienced the scenery of the fairyland. The means are endless, pulling up the ground, exploring an arm, reaching out and holding a silver-stained squirrel. The old man in the golden robe, "The animals are killed!"

The old man in the golden robe pulled his mouth and disappeared again.

The old man of Zhouzi did not weaken this spear. Instead, he added gravity. There was a black scorpion at the tip of the spear. There was no stagnation at the tip of the snow white spear. The spear was like a broken bamboo. If the chopsticks entered the water, there was a visual shift. .

Then there was a weird scene. There were dozens of statues of old robes standing around the old man, and the heads of their own fronts, or one foot long, or one foot shorter, had a spear pointed to the golden robe. Eyebrows.

Almost all the old robes of Jinpao laughed in unison: "It’s really a fight for the gods of the old man. It’s hard for you to be a golden dragon."

Stretched one hand and grabbed the spear.

The electric light splashed and the sky was white.

Only a golden robe, did not speak, he stood in front of Chen Ping’s small boat, just able to see the peace of Chen sitting in the shade of sweet-scented osmanthus trees, can not see the cyan paper of the specific roots, but Full of awe-inspiring, that brush is a good object, that is, the old man must covet.

Look at the blank of the shackles, only completed seven or eight. Although the juvenile arms, fingers and spigots have not trembled, but the mind is already unstable, it can be seen that writing this character is still too far-fetched, and the old man is getting more and more Curious, although the rank of the shackles is not low, but the juvenile has been successfully painted on the bamboo raft, indicating that there is no problem in this plaque, but the stencil of the blue material makes it difficult for the boy to write, just like a child. It is no exaggeration to bear the weight of mountain climbing and say it is painstaking.

A top grade shackle with a sorcerer's order.

If you become a saint before you, the golden robe will have some taboos. After all, this is a natural relationship. In the period of the rain, the river, and the orthodox gods, the dragon will respect this kind of time. It is like the existence of a boss.

It’s just that even if this symbol is “hard”, the golden robe is not in the eye, and he even has a desire to see the shackles again.

After all, a long period of humiliating humiliation, the old man was young, but what he saw and heard was extremely memorable.

The old man is going to squat in the depths of the dragon ditch. Some old guys who don’t want to follow their own ages have once again witnessed this far-reaching Fuxi. Maybe they can make these old guys who are sluggish and give birth to a **** gas.

After completing the complete 蛟龙沟, as long as it is twisted into a rope, it is not a one or two literary heads.

Dozens of golden robes also pinched the spear of the spear.

This is the life of the old man of Zhouzi, suddenly fell on the boat, vomiting blood.

Except for the old man who stared at Chen Ping’s paintings in a word, the other old people who were provoked by the fierceness of the fierce laughter, almost at the same time stepping on their feet, they did not have much movement under their feet, but they were sheltered. The Guihua Island's Guiye Formation method is like a weak city gate being hammered by countless siege vehicles. It is shocked and in jeopardy. Once the big array is damaged, the dragons will rush into the island in an instant. A natural animal with a thick body is close to melee?

Don't say that the ordinary practicing spirits are not willing, that is, the most powerful sword repair, and the most powerful military monk in the cross, are not willing.

Many of the original Ma Zhi said that they would not be able to take out the pressure of the bottom of the box, and they suddenly changed their face, and then dared not hide their own possession. They all sacrificed the magic weapon. For a time, the osmanthus island was overflowing. Cai, they plundered to the sky, helping Mrs. Gui and the ancestral ancestral lord to resist the trample of the golden old man.

However, after the martial arts on the island took the plunge, some of the dragons and dragons that had been holding hands for a long time, finally used the water magic, such as an arrow of rain on the osmanthus island.

Therefore, even if Guihua Island has a training spirit to help out, it is still in a disadvantage.

In this critical moment, there was still a tall and thin old man who flew from the sea beyond the dragon's ditch, but he obviously hesitated to go deep into danger.

It was the Yuan Ying of the Yugui Zong Jiang’s son.

He finally chose to wait and see.

Mrs. Gui had to go to Guihua Island. She really didn't think that the big array was so fragile. Chen Ping’s Tao Fu was not able to take care of it. Once she was always separated from her soul, Guihua Island could not withstand the next impact. Even if the character is successful, Guihua Island has been broken, and the unscrupulous genus of the dragon, if it enters no one, will only be a miserable situation.

Mrs. Gui swept away and turned her head to the old man with helplessness: "Take care of Chen Pingan!"

The old man smiled and nodded, struggling to stand up.

It can only be a matter of human life.

All the golden robes in all directions, slowly moving towards two small boats.

Only the golden old man who stood in the same place, staring at Chen Ping from beginning to end, told him with a heartfelt voice: "Little guy, you don't finish this sign again, and quickly turn around the battle, all of you will die, Gui The lady is going to die, the old boat is going to die, you have to die, you have to die."

It’s a shame, the rainman ordered. A total of eight characters of a shackle, Chen Pingan only wrote six words in the end, and extremely unruly rules, this is not an accident, it is considered to be invalid.

In fact, Chen Pingan wrote the first four words. Although it took a long time, it was much longer than the previous ones. But on the rain word, Chen Ping did not even write the air machine, even the one could not write it. Cyan The paper of the material seems to be unwilling to accept this word. The two armies confront each other. Chen Pingan fights alone and faces a high city. What can he do?

When manpower is exhausted, it is not changed by any ambition and perseverance.

Chen Pingan died for a long time, still can not drop the pen, when Chen Pingan's arm first trembled, a big mouth of blood, rushed to the throat, was forced to swallow, forced to helpless, Chen Pingan directly skipped the rain word, The wording of the teacher is a scorpio, and Chen Pingan once again circumvented it. Fortunately, the word "decrease" was made, and it was barely finished. At the end of the purely infuriating power, it was finally finished.

After Chen Ping’s use of this tone, he was exhausted, and the arm holding the small snow cone hanged down. This is a strong breath. This time, the painting is not perfect, it is tantamount to worsening the snow. The mouth has already hurt the heart of the Yuan, and there are countless blood beads exuding from the inside out, extremely subtle, from the soul, the gas, the bones, the flesh and blood flow a little bit, and condense.

For the first time, Jinzuo’s old anger was so angry that he said: “Useless waste! After waiting for you for so long, you can’t even write the word “雨师”?!”

The old man step by step forward, "I will give you another chance, re-open the pen! Re-paint another character!"

Chen Pingyi looked at the blue-colored paper, and the situation did not get worse.

But it has not gotten better.

It seems that the Taoist who was separated from the gods of the ancestors on the avenue, after leaving the 骊珠洞 Tianhou all the way to good luck, Chen Ping, luck began to decline, as if once again returned to the smashing hole before the collapse of the 骊zhudong.

This time, it is directly in the dead.

Chen Pingan raised his head and said: "Do you think that I have finished writing this shackle? Is it trying to figure out what?"

Jinpao Laojiao carefully looked at the teenager and smiled and nodded. "Nature. Just saying that it doesn't make sense now, it wastes me so much time. Your later three souls and seven scorpions will be made into a candle wick. It has been burning in the bottom of the Longlong Ditch for hundreds of years."

Chen Pingan glanced at the left arm with a small snow cone, took a deep breath and slowly lifted it up, not only this arm, but also blood oozing from the skin and the skin, "Before I die, I must finish writing." These two words."

The old man in the golden robe was gloomy and smiled. "The young man has aspirations. I will wait and see, and I will not hesitate to protect the law for you personally, but I will disappoint me again."

Chen Pingan pouted.

Raise your right arm, wipe your eyes, wipe away the blood of the blurred line of sight, roughly see the position of the paper in the blank of the "Jerg", then close your eyes and meditate in your heart: "Doing a good job... Very hard..."

For a moment.

Chen Pingan began to write on the paper.

Jinpao Laojiao smiled and said: "Youth, this is not a rain word. Is it too much injury and the brain is too clear?"

Another moment.

The golden robe old man no longer smiled.

Above the paper, it is no longer a so-called symbol.

It is a glimpse of the glory of the light.

Chen Pingan just keeps that position, not wanting to move, but really can't move.

This shackle is no longer a true shackle.

Because it is not "a matter of doing things, the rain guards ordered."

It is "a matter of doing things, Lu Shenshen."

Lu Shen Yuling!

And the golden robe old man is also not moving, but also has more than enough strength.

Chen Ping’s lips are slightly moving, silently feeling the warmth of the brush on the paper, blessing the soul, and the voice is shaking, whispering: “I saw in the book that the saint has a cloud...”

Chen Ping’s cough is not limited. Finally, he said the last half of the sentence, "The dragon is in the Yuan."

The eight words on the verbal word seem to be inferior to the eight words on the paper.

A total of sixteen characters, falling in the dragon's ditch, is just a blue sky, five thunders.

"promise!"

"Follow the law!"

A voice rang from the depths of the dragon's ditch, and it continued to rise and fall.

The world is still.

Dozens of golden robes were integrated into a figure. He bowed his head and held his fists, but his face was smirking. "Before you take the lead, the boy will die."

In the sky above the dragon's ditch, a golden sword-like mangling as a mountain peak descends from the sky.

Straight to the top of the boy.

Someone can save a rescue, but they don't want to, for example, the Yuan Ying Lao, who is next to the bamboo boy.

Some people want to save, but for the Fan family, they can only choose to retreat, such as Mrs. Gui.

Some people are helpless, and they are willing to change their lives to teenagers, such as the old boat that is close at hand.

More people are watching the excitement, the overall situation has been set, what else needs to be nervous?

At this moment, Chen Ping’s heart is as if everyone’s heart has been known, but the look is not sad or happy.

A pair of seals slide out of the sleeves, and the mountain watermark stops above the head.

After the golden sword light collapsed, a pair of mountain watermarks, only the watermark left, the mountain seal has no.

Above the avenue.

One person goes straight.