The entire Qinglong Island was brightly lit. The reason why the night patrol manpower sent for the big competition did not know where they died. The scattered cultivators became a group of headless flies. Xu, there are all kinds of shouting and so on - some people say that the magic cultivator came to make a mess, some people say that the island owner has gone into the devil's practice, and the most outrageous is that there is a real big blue dragon under the Qinglong Island, and this dragon king also Somehow, he broke free of the seal and went out to find food to eat. I am afraid that the monks on the island will be enough for the old man to have a supper.
Tang Wanqiu always kept a distance of thirty feet away from Yan Zhengming and the others. It seemed that he was waiting for them on purpose. Yan Zhengming could see that he didn't shoot her rashly. It's just that the puddle caught in her hand as a package is pitiful, dizzy and frightened, and she can't help crying. Fortunately, Li Yun has already suppressed the demon blood in her body with medicinal herbs beforehand, otherwise she will let her cry all the way. Qinglong Island must be shaken, and it is not known what evil incident will be rumored.
Tang Wanqiu led them straight across the hillside of the lecture hall, disappeared into a forest in an instant, and stopped in front of a clump of stone tablets.
The place is called "Forest of Steles", and there are powerful stone steles that have risen or fallen from various places on Qinglong Island. They are similar to the ancestral halls dedicated to ancestors in the world. Cheng Qian and the others have heard of it, but they are not disciples of Qinglong Island. It's just a guest stay for further study, no one will come here if it's okay.
Tang Wanqiu let go of his hand and threw the puddle aside. The puddle cried all the way, crying with all the fear in his heart, but he was shocked and angry. As soon as he was free, he aimed at Tang Wanqiu's hand, sturdy. He opened his mouth to bite her.
But before the puddle's teeth fell, Tang Wanqiu suddenly lowered his head and glanced at her. The eyes of this real Tang, who has never been rude, turned out to be red. She seemed to not want to show anything in front of a child, so she gritted her teeth. , just squeezed out a look of stern brows, not like grief, but a bit like an angry king.
Shuideng looked at her for a moment, not only was not frightened, but felt something like a keen little beast, silently withdrew his deciduous teeth, dragged two lines of snot, and was hugged back by the frightened senior brother.
Tang Wanqiu turned his back to them and said bluntly, "At the order of the island owner, I will send you out of this place tonight."
Yan Zhengming was taken aback: "Senior, what happened on the island? Although the juniors are not talented, they have been under the protection of the island owner for so many years. If there is anything they can contribute to"
Hearing him say the word "blessing", Tang Wanqiu's brows finally loosened slightly, he looked back at him, and said lightly, "Sect Master Yan, remember the kindness in your heart, take care of your own life first! "
Said, I saw her and pointed to the ground, shouting: "Open!"
There was a "rumbling" sound on the ground of the Forest of Steles, and a two-foot-square gap was cracked on the ground. The black hole below, with vague stone steps, turned out to be a secret road.
Tang Wanqiu squeezed a hand gesture, and the power of thunder and fire gathered at her fingertips. With a flick of her finger, she lit the wall lamps of the entire secret passage one after another. The secret passage immediately became brightly lit, and Tang Wanqiu walked down first, urging. : "Don't linger!"
Yan Zhengming quickly exchanged glances with Li Yun, Li Yun frowned and whispered, "Senior brother, follow first."
Since the island owner appeared in Dabi, Yan Zhengming began to vaguely feel that something was wrong, but after all, he didn't know anything about the inside story. There is no more.
Yan Zhengming handed the puddle to a few dao boys who followed, and couldn't help but look back. Cheng Qian was firmly on the back of the break. Yuan was looking in the direction of the lecture hall, and he seemed to feel his gaze at this moment. In the same way, Cheng Qian suddenly turned his head and nodded at him, as if the sky was shattering, and he had a bottom line in his heart.
But Yan Zhengming knew that he didn't have the bottom line, he just didn't care, so he couldn't help laughing bitterly, but with a bitter smile, his heart suddenly calmed down inexplicably, Yan Zhengming took a good sword and followed Tang Wanqiu Down the secret passage behind.
The secret passage is really not spacious. Tang Wanqiu, who led the way, was fine, but Yan Zhengming could only keep his head down all the way. The lights on the two side walls were blessed by a spell, and people were not surprised. No one spoke on the way, inexplicably. Appears very depressed. It is very easy for people to lose their way in the underground and go around endlessly. Cheng Qian secretly calculated the distance. Just when he felt that he was about to walk out of Qinglong Island, another line of stone steps appeared in front of him.
The stone steps went straight up and down, and the gap was extremely narrow. Even the puddle had to be slightly lowered. Others almost climbed out. A group of monks seemed to be digging a dog hole without any image.
Li Yun finally couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "I don't know where this is going to take us."
Yan Zhengming shook his head, turned back and said with a little difficulty, "Ochre, take good care of your little sister."
His reminder reminded Han Yuan, who was behind him, of something.
Han Yuan hurriedly touched in his arms and found a string of "pendants", which were exactly the soul-searching needles he got in the fairy market a few years ago. The needles were poisonous and were stuffed into the small wood. Inside the shell, the needle nose is threaded with a straw rope, which at first glance does not have a peculiar style of begging along the street.
I think when Han Yuan first got the soul-searching needle, he still thought that there were so many people who bullied them on the island, maybe they would be used soon. Who knows that he has the protection of his senior brothers in everything, and these three needles have been kept until now. .
Han Yuan hung three soul-searching needles on the neck of the puddle, and instructed: "If someone wants to bully you, pull out the cork and use this to pierce him."
During the conversation, the stone steps had reached the end. Tang Wanqiu slapped a slate with a palm, and the two-foot-thick slate was blown to pieces. This senior was a rampaging gun battle. Yan Zhengming was about to lose his temper, so he had to silently. follow out.
As soon as he appeared, Yan Zhengming felt a gust of sea breeze blowing towards his face. He took a closer look and saw that this place was actually a secret pier with only one boat parked in the middle. Just like blending into the night, if it wasn't close at hand, it would be almost impossible to notice that there was still a behemoth here.
"Come up," Tang Wanqiu said, "There is no boatman, but you guys have a solid foundation in natural spells, and the boat can be controlled by spells. See and fiddle with it yourself. If you can both control your swords, you don't need to be so troublesome."
Tang Wanqiu used to look like "Heaven is the eldest, and I am the second". The words that came out of her mouth should have been mocking and ridiculing their low cultivation level, but strangely, this time, she didn't seem to have any. that means.
She turned her head and glanced at the dark sky and the sea, which was darker than the sky, and whispered in a barely audible voice: "It's too soon, it's too late"
For a moment, her whole person seemed to be buried in the thick night, and the skirt and hair swayed by the sea breeze almost gave people the illusion that she was a little fragile.
After a long time, Tang Wanqiu said, "I actually saw Han Muchun that day, but I didn't dare to recognize it—I may be a little reckless, and I wasn't sure if he wanted to be recognized."
It's a pity that she is so clumsy in dealing with people and things, and before she can weigh it, that person will never be seen again.
Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that she was talking about the battle that she encountered on the East China Sea Road five years ago.
Tang Wanqiu: "Well, it's a bit like your master when you were young."
As she said that, she lowered her head slightly and tucked a strand of long hair behind her ears. This is an unconscious little gesture that many girls have. Asking her to do it seems to contain a shocking past.
Tang Wanqiu said the gentlest remarks in her life, her tone became serious again, and she said to Yan Zhengming: "After leaving here, don't go back to Fuyao Mountain, go to the world to experience, find a spiritual mountain and beautiful water. It’s better to continue cultivating, don’t let others know that you are from the Fuyao faction.”
Yan Zhengming tentatively said: "Senior, isn't our Fuyao faction a small sect that has not been completed long ago? Will anyone know about it?"
"Naturally I haven't heard of Cat and Dog, but I know what I should know and what I shouldn't know," Tang Wanqiu said, "Don't linger, get on the boat and leave quickly."
Her voice fell, and a very strong beam of light suddenly shot straight into the sky on Qinglong Island. For a time, the whole island was as bright as day, and it was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.
Tang Wanqiu's pupils shrank, and his face showed anxiety.
At this time, Cheng Qian, who had been following the last face off, suddenly straightened up and slowly raised the Frost Blade: "Who?"
Just listening to the sound of "咻" and "咻" in the air, a group of masked people fell down like black crows, and they surrounded them in an instant.
The first one came out more and more, and said behind the black cloth: "Qinglong Island is under martial law, from now on, ships are prohibited from going out!"
Tang Wanqiu raised his hand and pinched Cheng Qian's shoulder, tugging him to the side with force, and he stepped forward and said, "I never heard the island owner say martial law, what are you?"
The masked man gave a low sneer, and cupped his hands at Tang Wanqiu, "You don't need to get angry, even if you get on the boat, you won't be able to get out."
Said, he looked up as if to signal something, and saw countless stars lit up in the night sky, from a distance, it looked like a group of scattered fireflies.
Just when the puddle opened her mouth to cry, the ochre covered her mouth, and Li Yun asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, what is that?"
Yan Zhengming turned his eyes around and retracted it, and replied, "When the sword was used, the sword body was excited by the fresh air and showed fluorescence."
Li Yun couldn't help but panic: "What? So many? Who is this for? It can't be for us, right?"
Li Yun is always the one who is usually smart and extremely smart, and falls off the chain at a critical moment.
As soon as he said these words, Yan Zhengming knew what he was thinking - indeed, they were just uneducated disciples from an uneducated sect who had never been out of the mountain, and lived in Fuyao Mountain once. Qinglong Island, the most flamboyant thing I've ever done was to fight with a few loose cultivators who formed gangs. The other party's mobilization of teachers is like this, and 80% of them came for Tang Wanqiu. She is someone who has something to do with the world. They have been offended over and over again, and where is the calamity caused by the lack of protection
Li Yun whispered: "Eldest brother, if you didn't come to trouble us, then"
Yan Zhengming squeezed his elbow with one hand and shook his head, feeling that it was not that simple, why was there chaos on the island, Tang Wanqiu didn't go to help, but sent them away in secret
He keenly sensed something from Tang Wanqiu's warnings, "Don't mention that you are a Fuyao faction".
Suddenly, Cheng Qian, who had been silent all the time, opened his mouth, and Cheng Qian said with great certainty, "That person is Zhou Hanzheng."
Yan Zhengming was taken aback: "What? How do you know?"
Cheng Qian stared at the exposed eyes of the masked man in the lead without changing his expression, and said softly, "I know him
Yan Zhengming, the authentic bitter master, has probably forgotten - he has been like this since he was a child, quarrels are quarrels, anger is anger, but he does not hold grudges. Although the incident of falling off a high platform and being humiliated is vivid in his mind, it did not leave him unforgettable. Anyway, now Zhou Han is about to throw him off the high platform again, I am afraid it will not be so easy. With that energy, he is more willing to recall the beautiful and happy days on Fuyao Mountain when he was young.
Cheng Qian was different. Whenever he couldn't keep practicing swordsmanship, or encountered a bottleneck and felt that he couldn't pass that hurdle no matter what, he would recall the brothers Zhang Dasen and Zhou Hanzheng, and follow his cultivation. A thousand miles a day, Zhang Dasen and others have gradually been ignored by him, and it is he who is dedicated to targeting Zhou Hanzheng alone.
Cheng Qian glanced around, stepped forward, raised his voice slightly, and said to Tang Wanqiu: "Tang Zhenren, this junior is very grateful to the island owner for taking care of him for so many years, but one thing is unclear - why would he let a person of unknown origin sneak in? Lecture hall?"
Tang Wanqiu was stunned by what he said, and then turned around abruptly: "What did you say?"
The masked man at the head heard the words, his eyes fell on Cheng Qian and the frost-blade sword in his hand, and he said with a low smile: "The person that the living bird felt that day was really you, but you have some ways of being a kid. You escaped."
Previously, he deliberately suppressed his voice, but this sentence revealed a voice. Tang Wanqiu could hear it even out of his ears, and his face suddenly revealed unbelievable disbelief: "Zhou Hanzheng?"
Seeing that the masked man couldn't hide it, he simply took off the black cloth veil on his face without any fear, revealing the face of a scholar who thought twice, and smiled: "Tang Daoyou invited, why don't you go back with us to accompany the island master? guest?"
Tang Wanqiu's eyes widened at first, and then he became furious: "The island owner is so kind to you, you actually rely on others?"
Zhou Hanzheng shook his head and sighed: "Tang Zhenren's words are bad, I am not from Qinglong Island. I have never taken refuge with anyone in these years. I am grateful that the island owner looks up to it, and I am just a temporary protector on the island - eh? Why do I remember Wrong, isn't Tang Zhenren also under the tutelage of Mu Lanshan, not a disciple of Qinglong Island?"
How could Tang Wanqiu hear his nonsense? Without saying a word, he pulled the epee off her back, and swept out a fierce sword wind without saying a word. Fearful, he went on a rampage to smash Zhou Hanzheng's head into a rotten winter melon.
Zhou Han was leaping into the air lightly, with a three-fold fan in his hand, the aura of thunder and fire was looming, and he was in close contact with Tang Wanqiu's sword energy.
Zhou Hanzheng has a ruthless face and heart, and Yan Zhengming is also frightened when watching the battle. He suddenly finds that he has come to the conclusion that "he will not easily fall off the high platform", and that Zhou Hanzheng is not only not weak in means, but also very unkind. He didn't seem to want to fight Tang Wanqiu one-on-one. With a wave of his folding fan, Zhou Han said to the many masked people in the sky and on the ground, "Take this person!"
Tang Wanqiu roared, "You try again!"
The masked men like black crows dropped their swords one after another, squeezing the small pier into the water. For a while, several phantoms who were walking with swords like him flashed in place. This kind of extreme consumption of real energy, he actually wanted to carry all the masked people in the air with his own strength.
Cheng Qian wanted to try the frost blade in his hand with the surnamed Zhou, but when he turned around and saw the pale Li Yun and others, he forcibly poured a basin of cold water on himself when the blood was on top of him, and stayed in the arms without leaving an inch. next to the ochre with a puddle.
The two masked men sneaked to the ground and approached Cheng Qian and his party from the other side. Obviously, they did not take Cheng Qian, a teenage boy, in their eyes. gesture.
Cheng Qian did not retreat but advanced, and he didn't even greet him.
Only then did Cheng Qian realize the difference between the murderous sword in his hand and his tattered wooden sword. When the frost-blade sword moved, an indescribable chill filled the entire area. On the dock, at the moment when the swords collided, Cheng Qian seemed to hear the roars of thousands of ancestors, either filled with hatred or anger. Mianren's weapon was slashed with a single sword, and the true essence in Cheng Qian's body was stirred frantically, and he almost had the illusion that he would explode and die in the next moment.
Yes, the note says "don't act rashly"
Cheng Qian was startled first and wanted to throw the sword out, but he only flinched a little, and more masked people rushed up, and even one wanted to reach out to grab the puddle. : "What is love, let's slaughter these chops first."
At the moment, he kept his feet and his moves remained the same, and another sword "shocked the shore", the two masked men expected that Cheng Qian could not do it even Ning, after all, his cultivation was limited, and he was not able to leapfrog to an enemy. How can he know that his swordsmanship is honed by a wooden sword—the wooden sword breaks as soon as it is broken, and the sword energy that can be endured is extremely limited. The person holding the sword must not only control the strength, but also be very precise. Qiandu dared to combine the wide-opening sea tide sword and the ever-changing swinging wooden sword into one, and beaten the lecture hall.
Needless to say, he now has the ancient fierce sword "Frost Blade" in his hand.
The sword light was like purple lightning and blue frost, as if he could feel the master's murderous intention. The sword wind soared by as much as three feet in an instant, and there was a sound like a cracked silk. Cheng Qian wiped the necks of the two people with one sword. When it fell on Gu Han's "No Good Death Sword", it actually condensed into a layer of blood-colored frost.
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