Chen Pingan stopped his fists and turned to look out of the city.

One hundred visitors away, an unexpected visitor hovered in the air.

Tuoyue Mountain topped the list of 100 sword immortals, with a pseudonym, and likes to show people with blue shirt swordsmen.

He smiled brightly: "Good punch."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "Don't steal the lesson, but nod your face."

This magnificently, it was all the way with that courtier, and he didn't talk about the sword.

He shook his head proudly, "I really can't learn it."

He had previously followed the big demon cut rhyme to Hao Ran world, used his military account to obtain a Luhua Island with Tuoyue Mountain. The brilliant choice is quite unexpected. Otherwise, in his capacity, it is not difficult to occupy half of the former site of Yulongzong, so many military accounts have speculated that it may be the fortune cave in Luhua Island. I found it when I was crossing the road, and I picked it cheaply.

Chen Ping'an glanced brightly, his sight shifted, and a dozen snow miles away from the city's head, a goose feather snow was particularly magnificent. It was a pity that he was blocked by that dragon jun and fell to the city.

That followed the eyes of the young hermit officer, turned his head to look at the snow, and smiled back: "I studied with Mr. Zhou when I was young. I like to read the green words and chapters of poetry from the vast world, and imagine the magnificent Unfortunately, Mr. Zhou's eyes are high, and he compiles poetry collections, often only using subtle words, and those who do not catch the eye, will be deleted. Among them, there is a single poem on Yongxue, Wu Ding battles sword against Yun Ni, and Yulong kills 300,000. "

Fai Ran speaks with the masterful and magnificent Daya language and the young hermit official.

Chen Ping'an laughed: "The whole poem is the Wuding battle sword to determine the Yunni, straight to the Galactic Emperor. It killed 300,000 jade dragons, and the scales of the defeated wind were flying all over the sky. Only half of your old-fashioned fox took the problem. , The vision may not be so high, just low. "

He nodded arrogantly, "That's it, I've been taught."

On the previous battlefield, Chen Ping-an had a fight with Fei Ran once, and his fighting spirit was a little bit, but he did not distinguish between victory and defeat. What's more, the two sides weren't really catching each other. At the time, they each had too many hidden hands.

In Chen Ping's mind, the mighty and the courtiers have the greatest potential for killing Hao Ran. Not only is he proficient in fighting on the battlefield, after experiencing this battle, Chen Ping really feels a truth, the sword Immortal is indeed extremely powerful. Of course, the great monster technique is extremely high, but under the mighty trend, it is very small.

However, as long as they are willing to work hard, Fei Ran and Chen Chen can help those major military accounts and thrones in the wild world to find out and fill in vacancies, and eventually successfully change the customs and immigration situation, so that Hao Ran is occupied by the demons. In a deep sense, it really changes the world. Now Chen Ping's most worried thing is the detailed steps of studying the military tents and trying to drive south of the Amphora Island. The specific steps are how to repair the broken mountains and rivers, gather people's hearts, and then turn around and copy them for use in Tongyezhou or It is Fuyaozhou.

Just like that Jia application account, it is not a juvenile clog of sword repair, but it makes Chen Pingqi kill more than Li Jian and Liu Bai, a few sword fairy embryos together.

The low-level wooden cricket once climbed to the head of the city. Next to Long Jun, he wanted to review the whole battle with the hermit officer, asking for advice, and performing junior rites, but Chen Ping'an ignored it.

There is Long Jun nearby, killing is definitely impossible to kill. In this case, there is nothing good to talk about, so many words will be lost. After all, Mu Zhizhi is not in a long life.

Turning the blade of his sword sharply, it seemed as if he was just accompanied the young hermit to enjoy the snow scene.

Chen Ping'an said, "That Mr. Zhou, you are regarded as Wenhai by your wildness, but there is some bad luck. It is just the same name as the owner of a mountain academy in Luzhou, Beiju. I heard that the Confucian saint has a bad temper. Tell him in vain, be careful that Zhou Wenhai was killed by Saint Zhou. When the time comes to kill Zhou Mi carefully, it will be an eternal joke. "

Crying and laughing, he shook his head and said, "It seems Lili is right, you are a bit boring."

A master of the Confucian Academy killed Mr. Wen Hai, the second-highest on the throne? Of course, now it is the third, Xiao Yan made his own claim and put a seat made from the bottom of the well ascending the demon corpse into the second highest position in the ancient well. Only Mr. Zhou and Liu Cha didn't mind the matter.

Chen Ping'an walked slowly, but did not continue to walk out of the boxing punches, and he also followed the sword. There were two different paths under his foot, but the directions were the same.

Chen Ping'an asked casually, "What is the real fox? There is no record on the secret archives of the Summer Palace, and I have never had the opportunity to ask the boss Jianxian."

Although Zhou Mi was hailed as the old-fashioned fox in the wild world, Chen Ping-an determined that the second-highest demon on the throne would definitely not be a fox.

Zhou Mi is so much like a scholar, so its real name and real name, Chen Ping has always wanted to ask, but has been doing a lot of things, and then had no chance to ask.

Fai Ran said: "Say for the Lord."

Chen Ping'an said, "I haven't asked your thorough real name."

Fai Ran said: "Mr. Zhou must have a real name that is abandoned and not used, but no real name."

Chen Pingping replied, "That's it, I've been taught."

Of course, the other party may also be talking about casually, after all, if it is not boring, it will not come here.

Chen Ping'an asked, "Did Zhang Lu go to Fuyaozhou to ask the sword?"

Fuyaozhou has a sword Xiu Zong gate, which is deeply entrenched and not large in number, but each is not small in combat. In history, no one rushed to the Jianqi Great Wall to experience.

He shook his head arrogantly: "Zhang Lu has been staying at the Damen site, and he sleeps with his sword all day long. He is not the same as the sword fairy Xiao Xiao and Luoshan Zhuzhu."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "That's fine."

Otherwise, Chen Ping'an was so distressed by those drinks.

He smiled bluntly: "Neither Longjun nor Tuoyue Mountain will give you the 'in case' of being in the martial arts end and the Yujing border sword repair at the same time. I guess in the late stage of your mountain top, or the bottleneck of Yuanyingjing, Long Jun will again call a senior who is quite real, not Liu Cha, or the old ape, smashing the city where you are, and struggling to damage your physique and sword heart. In short, it will not let you break the border too. It's too easy to prevent you from going crazy if you are really disappointed. If you want to lose half of the sword and the Great Wall, you will flee to the wild world. So you are not destined to go to the hundred thousand mountains of the old blind man. "

"Don't guess, Lizhen must have said so to Jiazi's account. I'm curious. Do I have any resentment against him? I'm so embarrassed about it. I really have this brain, and practice sword I heroically asked the sword to be bad? "

Chen Ping'an held his head with both hands, and looked up to the sky slightly. "As for Wufu Ten Realms, forget it, how dare you hope. You know how I got to the top of the mountain. Besides, you have already got two copies of your wild world. Wu Yun, a foreigner who came here as a guest, my heart has been unbearable. I ca n’t wait to return it, but I ca n’t do it. It ’s true that you are so famous in the wild world, so there are few martial arts friends on the top of the mountain? I am happy here, can I tolerate it? I ca n’t stand it with me. I do n’t want to fight, and I will come to the city to curse. "

He smiled bluntly: "I really do n’t have a friend of Jiujing Wufu. There is one in Shijing. I do n’t pass Fuyaozhou. There is a fierce battle over Shanshui Cave. Qi Tingji and Zhongtu Zhou Shenzhi are all over there. It looks like There are also two acquaintances of the hermit official, Wufu of the same age, Cao Ci, and Yufu of the same age. "

This young hermit officer, probably for practicing boxing, did not carry the chopsticks for a long time, but was only the **** between the hairpins, which makes it difficult to ignore.

Because Long Jun can't help it

Destroy it completely, like the bright red robe on Chen Ping's body, it seems to be the essence of Dalian.

Chen Ping'an turned into a posture with both hands lost, "Cao Ci, is it already nine states?"

He smiled brightly: "I don't know about it. I didn't ask much about the frontline of Fuyaozhou."

Chen Ping'an nodded, and Fuyaozhou's hills and mountains continued to fight. In a general Taiping World Road, Tongyezhou, which might not be as stagnant as a pool of standing water, seemed more stable.

He took out a pot of Yulongzong Xianjia wine and raised it to the young hermit.

Chen Ping waved his hand, signaled that he could only drink alcohol, and then shook his sleeves. The inside was empty, and the magical power in the sleeves of the monks of the Five Kingdoms was unique. Chen Ping only knew the superficiality, and there was a rough record of the summer palace. Anyway, Chen Ping'an had nothing to do, and time passed by him too slowly, so he carefully thought about it and barely had a prototype, but unfortunately Chen Ping was in the city, there was nothing to put in it, otherwise Even the living thing can be put into it, so Qianxun's magic skill in the sleeve and the magical power of watching the mountains and rivers are the two immortal techniques that Chen Ping has been thinking for years.

Earlier in the heavy snowfall, Chen Ping-an gathered some snow in his sleeves, like eating dumplings in the New Year. It was a little bit happy, but he waited until Chen Ping-an had piled up a row of snowmen in the city. Jun wasn't far enough, and shattered all the sword light in the gray robe. Don't come early, don't come late, and wait until Chen Ping An runs out of snow to make a snowman, and then Long Jun's sword arrives.

This pharaoh's bastard, don't fall into your hands, otherwise you will kill all souls, and then give it to Shirou to wear it and become a companion with Du Yiyi.

Chen Ping'an raised his palm, and the palms of his hands suddenly struck five thunder clusters. The palms of his palms were mountains and rivers, and he laughed, "I won't leave until I leave. I have no idea what to do with this bitch. You can rest assured that Jiazi account, There are no hidden mysteries. "

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "I'll talk for you."

Chen Ping'an said with a smile about you, and threw out a five-ray thunder.

It seems that he just dodged without a sword.

I have the intention of giving wine sincerely. You send them with the Five Thunders, and it ’s a good gift.

It seems that there is still a mood to say goodbye to the young hermit official, and slowly Yu Yu travels. A fierce temper is always in a hurry.

Chen Ping'an suddenly looked at Feiran and asked, "Did you ever see a popular poem on the collection of poems that have been carefully selected this week? Generally speaking, it should be in the opening or ending of."

He stood still and smiled, "I would like to hear the details."

Chen Pingren walked slowly, reclining the poem of the fairy.

I live in a worldly mansion, and the sun rises in the east of the wall. When I open my eyes, I disturb the dream, and order the moon to fall. There is a cloud in the sky, often accompanied by pines in the sleeves.

Drunk riding white deer driving the green cricket, Lie Xian met me for mellow wine. Hanging crown Tiangong Guizhi, holding Jinwu as a charcoal cage. The sorrowful fairy dreams a thousand dreams, and I dreamed that I was born by mistake.

After hearing it, he looked weird.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and said sincerely: "Don't do anything. Hurry up and recite it without hearing it. Go back and let Zhou Wenhai bathe and change clothes first, and then make a good copy in the book, as a masterpiece of fairy poetry in the lower reaches of the sky."

He smiled brightly: "Is this flatness too indifferent? Maybe the hermit official should bully me for not being a scholar."

Chen Ping's face regretted: "Haoran has a long history in the world. There are so many official dialects in Yayan. What do you know about Pingyun's feet, four tones, and rhymes. Poetry is like a fist, with a big meaning, and aggressive. Seeing poems and seeing fists is like beating your head and covering your face. "

He smiled.

Chen Ping'an nodded, raised his hand, and shook it gently. "It seems that Brother Fei is still a bit knowledgeable, yes, you have seen it through. There are that set of characters in the world, as well as that set of poems. My song Poems of fairy tales, like the thunder of my palm, are clusters of magpies. "

The mighty sword went away.

Chen Ping'an lay on the wall and continued to read the landscape travel notes. After throwing the city head, he soon regretted it, and quickly displayed the magical powers of the mountains and rivers, and went to a large stroke in the city wall, and fluttered the book in the wind. The books were caught back in their hands. The whole book has already been read, and it's a lot like Chen Ping'an.

Because the objects at hand are the foreign objects of this half of the Great Wall of Jianqi, as long as Chen Pinggan dares to take it out, even if it is at the end of the city farthest from Long Jun, it will still attract a sword. Therefore, Chen Ping'an did not have pen and paper. If he wanted to make some annotations in the book, he could only use a pen of a slight sword to write, and gently "write" in the blank space, even if it was not a jade realm, relying on Chen Peaceful eyesight, those handwritings are also clearly visible.

Every time I turn a page, I change to a place to read, or sit in the large strokes of the city wall, or walk on the wall, or hang down on the sidewalk on the city head, or instant wind to the sky above the city head, just like today ’s curtain It's not high. It's only five hundred feet away from the city head. Going up, after Long Jun sword, Feijian's legacy of sword energy can really hurt Chen Ping's physique.

For some reason, Long Jun had no interest in this book, which was a foreign object just like the object at hand, and let Chen Ping'an read the book and read the book to relieve boredom, and came from Wu Jianguang.

Chen Pingping did the dojo in the shell of the snail, and secretly did a little thing, from refining the words on the book to the outside of the book, carefully, refining every text in the book first, and then putting it in his sleeve, so Chen Pinggan read it again today The book, in fact, has been stripped of more than 2,000 commonly used words, making the content of the pages of the book more blank and intermittent, as if a little guy forced to move, was dragged by Chen Ping's collar, wailing, babbling , Forced to travel far from home.

Some lonely words that appear alone often appear in pairs, and have not been rushed to move by Chen Ping.

It is a pity that it failed to make up a family name and failed to spell a thousand words.

Such a small refining text, of course, is not very useful.

Even the 300,000 words of the entire travel book were given to Chen Pingxiao Lian, making all the pages of a travel book blank. It was nothing more than a lifeless old-fashioned little guy in his sleeve. Chen Pingan could not learn Pei after all. What can Qian and Li Huai say about his 300,000 soldiers? However, it ’s really boring. Chen Ping will also line up the text after the refining, shake out his sleeves, fall on the city, and divide it into two camps. The number of words is small, and the number of "horses" is small. There are at most twenty or thirty at a time, and they are some common words that appear in many places on the travel notes, so as not to be flooded by Long Jun's brain one day, another sword will be given to the pot.

Chen Ping will let those little guys in black clothes fall on the head of the city, dangling around, walking slowly, like two stubborn childlike boys and girls in the streets of the city, struggling together with little strength.

Today, Chen Pingping suddenly became extremely diligent. He made a few of the "Chen Ping's Cases" in the book, made hundreds of them, and made one, one thousand and five hundred small texts.

Then Chen Ping'an carefully shook out two words from the sleeve.

Then those "Chen Ping cases" came out in order, and they were crowded together, and every three words stood side by side, and it became a Chen Ping case.

So there are two words, one is Ning and the other is Yao.

It's Ning Yao.

It seems that she is alone, and these Chen Ping cases who are unfortunately not Chen Ping'an seem to be confronting each other.

Then "Ning Yao" strode forward

One step away, five hundred Chen Ping's cases began to shake, and the last one was drunk and unstable, and it fell to the ground.

Chen Ping'an crouched on the city's head, his arms folded, watching this scene, bright and smiling.

A bright red robe spread on the ground.

Today's young hermit is not alone.

It was also the first time that he didn't feel that time was passing too slowly or too slowly.

From the head of the other half of the city, Long Jun sacrificed a sword, and this sword was no less powerful than before.

Even if the sword light had already passed tens of miles over the city in an instant.

The sword is very heavy and the sword is very long. It has been spreading from the cliffside Longjun Sword.

Chen Ping'an was still unconscious.

When the sword light passed halfway across the city, Chen Ping'an stood up and began to fist with Wu Jiufu and sword.

Time and again the body collapsed, and again and again before going to the light characters of the swordsman, condensed the body and punched again.

In the end, Chen Pingping used the martial arts on the top of the mountain to completely destroy the sword light with his two fists. He came to the edge of the cliff and stepped on the ground with both feet. Make a sword, hold the sword with both hands, and chop off the gray robe at the cliff head over there.

A pair of huge eyes with golden eyes, laughed loudly, "Raise your fist for me, and thank Xie Longjun!"

With a wave of Long Jun, he pushed the young woman who was gentle on swordsmanship and stable swordsmanship beyond Bai Yuzhang, and came to the edge of the cliff. No sword offering, no shot.

The sword on the other side collapsed, and the phase collapsed.

The sword fairy method is reproduced, and the sword is chopped down towards Long Jun.

For a whole bunch of incense, Long Jun remained motionless, and the French sword could not approach the gray robe close to him.

Countless sword spirits in his own world confronted the young man.

After the collapse of the last phase of the law, Chen Ping-an finally stopped the meaningless sword, flickered, returned to the original place, and gathered up those small refining words.

Liu Baixi anxiously came to the side of Long Jun on the edge of the cliff and asked softly, "He really raised a punch?"

The difference between the mountain warrior at the top of the mountain and the mountain warrior at the top of the mountain is just like the great sword fairy of the Great Wall Nalan Burning Reed, Yue Qing, and Mi Fu, and the old sword fairy who ascended the realm.

"He said it to the monks [Zero Zero]] under his feet, but he didn't raise his fist, he just talked about it, and used it to disgusting me."

Long Jun had no choice but to patience with this little girl who was very clever in the mind and only started to be confused with Chen Ping An. He explained with patience: "At the height of the martial arts, Wufu's state of mind is not too much. Poor, especially his crazy dog ​​who likes to ask his heart. I want to destroy him with a sword. It is true that he is angry and angry. It is difficult to mention higher points in his heart, but it ’s hard to mention it. Further. After serving as a hermit officer, I have seen the scenes of wars with my own eyes. This is where his martial arts cage is located. Because it is difficult to have any great sorrow and joy, his mentality has actually begun before the realm and physique. The end of the road is not far away. Only life and death battles can forcibly sharpen the body. "

Liu Bai nodded gently, thinking deeply.

As soon as the scarlet robe reappeared without any warning, this time brought the narrow knife to cut it, and gently held it against the handle with both hands, and smiled and said, "Lady White, do you think our predecessor, Dragon King, Is it someone who likes to talk a lot? Since it ’s not, why is it so embarrassing? Greatly, you have to think about it. If you do n’t practice your sword, you will have to suffer. ”

Liu Baixi smiled: "You're not at all timid."

Chen Ping's solemnly said: "This is not afraid of the white girl, after listening to Long Jun's predecessor's explanation, his mouth is oh oh oh, but he actually scolds his mother's old dragon thief."

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "The fairy on the mountain, as long as the letter is doubtful, guessing together, there are many ghosts. I'm helping the seniors to clear out the suspicions, don't you want to understand? Girl Liubai, really I'm not saying you, let's If it ’s Wen Dou, I ’m afraid that if you shoot your own head badly and break your neck, Long Jun ’s seniors ca n’t stop it. Today, Long Jun helped me raise his fist, sold me a face, do n’t chew my tongue with Brother Zhou Mi . "

She gradually fixed her eyes and gradually took a step forward. She passed the gray robe. She smiled and said, "No matter what you say or do, you ca n’t stand the slightest bit of negative or positive thoughts with you, nothing. Just think about it. You don't need Xie Longjun to help the fist. It really doesn't matter if you really want to thank you, but I want to thank you for helping me to repair the sword heart, sincerely! "

Long Jun nodded slightly, it should have been so.

Chen Ping was silent for a moment.

In fact, Liu Bai has this intention and is right.

But is it useful?

It may not be useful to her, but it is really useful to Chen Ping herself.

Chen Ping'an laughed: "Do you know that the demon has risen because of me, and Jianxin has been repaired by me for a bit? This is a new demon, and even the demon has fewer flaws. Believe it or not, ask Don't ask Long Jun, it's all up to you. "

Long Jun sighed, "Li Bai, change to another sword practice, he is enlightening the demons with you."

No wonder this person obviously has no vain in his eyes, he is not regarded as an opponent at all, but he deliberately comes here again and again, leaving some traces of her mind in her heart.

Chen Pingan glanced at the gray robe. With so many thrones on the throne, this dragon jun stayed in the city.

Long Jun laughed: "A crazy dog ​​is going to bite again?"

Liu Bai has gone away sadly, and she walks over the city without a royal sword.

Chen Pingan actually sat on the cliff, overlooking the torrent of the monster army far away, and then looked back, leaned back, using a chopping knife as a pillow, and said to himself: "You should be at home, Tong Childish pulling clothes, laughing at me with gray hair. "

Long Jun laughed: "I don't have this worry, you can't return home."

Chen Ping-an snorted, and immediately sat up, wondering, "How do you understand people?"

Long Jun didn't take it seriously and asked: "Do you know why you don't cut off the vision here?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "It's almost the same as the two heavy snowfalls. It's easy to go from frugality to frugality, and difficult from frugality to frugality. In fact, you have been waiting for a long time."

Long Jun laughed: "Wait, for at least half a year, not only can't you see the sun and the moon for a while, and soon you punch and sword, I don't need to block it. So it seems that you are actually more than Chen Qingdu awful."

It turned out that Chen Ping'an could no longer see Long Jun's gray robe. In fact, all the sights of the opposite city head disappeared from the field of vision.

Looking down again, the demons who flocked to Haoran are invisible.

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked down, and the snow fell slowly in the distance, still faintly visible.

What's the matter, even if you don't see it in the future.

Little sad, big rice.

What's more, the rivers and lakes meet to brag, the rivers and lakes meet again, the road is hard, the rivers and lakes are far away, and when there is always goodbye, someone will definitely say that Master is hard. Sir, it's hard. Little Master is working hard. Chen Ping'an worked hard.

Chen Ping'an went away, his sleeves fluttered, and he laughed, "It doesn't look like a child, it's hard work."

Fei Ran came to Long Jun with Li Zhen and asked, "Is it really crazy?"

Long Jun asked, "Ask yourself?"

He smiled and asked, "Cao Ci, can he win three games in a row?"

Long Jun nodded and said, "It turns out."