Of course, Cheng Qian couldn't let others cut it in place. The frost blade was not sheathed, and the sword wind mixed with broken ice had swept out, tyrannically knocking the opponent's involuntary sword away.
He looked over inexplicably and angrily, intending to see such a big hole in He Fangsheng's mind.
But when Cheng Qian saw the person who came, he suddenly lost his temper - the person who came was one of the two Yuan cultivators who followed Na Wanqin that day.
So what's the origin of that rubbish on the Pegasus
Zhuang Nanxi's fist clasped in salute was still on his chest before he had time to let it go. When he encountered such a change, he was stunned for a while and asked, "Elder, what's going on?"
The chubby cultivator was taken a dozen steps by Cheng Qian's sword, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, rolling on the ground in embarrassment. Little Lord!"
Hearing this, the first elder narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Cheng Qian like a horse for a moment, and said, "More than a month ago, when the hall master was in retreat, my hall young master ran away privately and didn't return for a long time, so I'll be looking everywhere. , I finally got the news that the young master appeared in the southern border a few days ago, but when the old man brought people to check, he found that there was only such a useless thing left in the entourage who followed the young master."
That chubby cultivator is also getting old. He was pointed at the nose and said it was useless, and his face was blue, but he didn't dare to say a word. A dignified Yuan cultivator, in front of this big elder, he looked like a scared kid. Chicken.
The first elder didn't even look at the short and fat monk, and said to Zhuang Nanxi in a cold voice, "I haven't asked my nephew yet, who is the saint you brought."
"Young Master? Could it be Young Master Bian?" Zhuang Nanxi frowned and glanced at Cheng Qian. Although he saw that he was neither guilty nor afraid, he was still secretly worried.
One of the Four Sages, Xuanwu Hall Master Bian Xu, lives in the extreme north and has been away from the world for many years. Among the Four Sages, except for Xu Yingzhi, who was nagging at the time, he is the least fond of troubles. He is respectful and humble all his life, and he has never heard of him Anything that is detrimental to morality and morality is not as eye-catching as the master of Qinglong Island, the master of the world. Unfortunately, it is not guaranteed in the evening, and it will be destroyed in the hands of his only son Bian Xiaohui.
If it is said that children are all debts, then Bian Xiaohui, the young master of Xuanwu Hall, must be a loan shark.
Bian Xiaohui's mother was plotted when she was pregnant, and almost died. He was a coffin that was cut out after his mother died, and he almost couldn't live. He had been nourished by various spiritual things for ten years in the Xuanwu Hall, before he was born with a stumbling and stumbling, the hall master was exhausted for this son, and he loved his life even more after birth. rain.
It's a pity, only if you don't come to cultivate.
He was born with insufficiency, his body was weak, most of the medicinal pills could not be digested, and when he practiced the exercises a little harder, he would cry for his father and mother. Only he practiced everything with half the effort, and was ridiculed by others in person and behind his back. Over time, his temperament became more and more surly.
This time, he didn't know who he was listening to. Bian Xiaohui decided that his practice was not beneficial, and it was Xiantian and Xuanwutang's practice that violated the practice. With a group of idiots who are not very useful, he left home privately, and ran all the way to the southern border, intending to try his luck at the Vermillion Bird Pagoda.
Bian Xiaohui had a good plan. The Suzaku Pagoda is only open for "destined people", which is probably just a gimmick. Who is qualified to enter the tower at this time, isn't it a matter of who has the biggest fist
The big deal is to beat to death those who dare to have a better fate than him, and the platoon is also his.
Bian Xiaohui was surrounded by countless Yujian cultivators, and he also brought two yuan, so there was no problem at all in crushing a group of rootless cultivators. Unexpectedly, the unfortunate child's teeth were blocked when he drank cold water, and he could not enter the tower. Instead, he died in a foreign land by chance.
Zhuang Nanxi obviously heard about Bian Xiaohui's urination, and again recalled that in the dark prison of the magic city, Cheng Qian broke the tyrannical and unparalleled three swords when the demon cultivator was banned, and felt sadly that this might be true.
With Bian Xiaohui's lack of wink, it really angered this senior who didn't have a good temper at first sight.
One side is an elder who can't afford to offend, and the other side is a savior. Zhuang Nanxi feels that he is not a human being, so he has no choice but to apologise: "I think there is some misunderstanding in this? This senior Cheng singled out the magic city. , Sect Master Jian Zhan Huanxi saved our lives, how could he kill innocent people indiscriminately?"
Luoluoxiaxia Xiaoxiao said shuo =
The first elder ignored him, his sleeves fluttered, and in a blink of an eye he was five steps away from Cheng Qian, staring at Cheng Qian and said, "Can you recognize it?"
This seems to be the tone of Xing Shi's guilt. Zhuang Nanxi is afraid that Cheng Qian will explode on the spot, so he hurriedly persuades in a low voice: "You two have something to say."
Cheng Qian was silent for a moment - the chopping wood surnamed Bian was indeed chopped by his senior brother himself. Of course, he was already dead when he was possessed by the inner demon. The fourth junior brother who specializes in prodigal families, the Fuyao faction can't get rid of this dry cleaning no matter what.
God, who knew that Bian Xu, a tiger father, could give birth to such a lame pug son
The revenge of killing their sons is here, and they also plan to find the secret language of Xuanwu Hall's main back to the ground lock, Cheng Qian, thinking of this, and suddenly feel heavy in his heart.
Master and his old man's mountain closure order seems to contain some kind of curse, so that every time they have a little hope, they will be pushed back into the abyss immediately.
Rao Shicheng was determined to be outstanding, and at this time he couldn't help but feel a little hesitant - is the Fuyao faction really exhausted? Is it useless no matter how hard they struggle
The chubby monk shouted from the side: "Only they have entered the Vermillion Bird Tower, and the young master has an accident in the Vermillion Bird Tower, isn't it who they are?"
Cheng Qian glanced at him coldly, both of them were clearly Yuan cultivators, but the short fat man felt as if he had become a frog targeted by a snake, and shivered involuntarily.
Cheng Qian didn't admit it or deny it, but said slowly, "This fellow Taoist is a cultivator of Yuan, and he can't forcefully break into the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, so he dares to act like your young master."
Cheng Qian's voice paused slightly. Although his tone was polite, there was a hint of inappropriate sarcasm on the corners of his eyes and brows: "How did someone who doesn't work very hard in cultivation enter the Vermillion Bird Pagoda before it opened?"
The chubby monk was taken aback.
Cheng Qian continued: "Furthermore, your group of thirty or forty people followed the young master of your sect, dare to ask how he slipped away under your noses?"
Hearing this, the first elder turned to the chubby cultivator and said dissatisfiedly, "What's going on?"
The chubby monk was at a loss for words, and he was indeed to blame for this, and his palms were sweating.
Cheng Qianjian stopped him, so he said rationally: "On the way to the southern border, we did have a conflict with the young master of your sect because of some trivial matters, but it was just that we were out and hurt people, and neither of us gave up. , at that time, we had a face-to-face meeting, and then we separated from each other—this fellow Daoist, you said to the emperor and the queen, isn’t that so?”
Chunky monk: "This"
The cultivator cultivates the way of heaven and earth, yin and yang, and karma, and has always swears that even if he is really shameless and has no taboos, he always stumbles involuntarily before saying anything to "the emperor and the queen".
Zhuang Nanxi watched from the sidelines, and could not help but look at Cheng Qian carefully. He was a little surprised. He first thought that this man had such a tyrannical cultivation at a young age, but he looked a little cold, as if he was not very well-mannered, but he didn't expect him to be Asking such a face-to-face question, he was still able to show his affections in public, and he was a bit of a calm shrewd mansion.
Having said this, Cheng Qian raised his eyebrows and raised his sleeves, showing a little arrogance appropriately: "Since I have let him go in person, why should I go to great lengths to kill him in the Vermilion Bird Pagoda? Who knows whether he is He Fangsheng's son or whether Grandson, is it possible that I kill him a little beginner cultivator, and I still have to sneak it?"
Although the first elder felt that there was some truth to what he said, his face was still heavy - he was a little embarrassed that others were arrogant in front of him.
Cheng Qian said: "I did see the young master of the noble sect in the Vermillion Bird Pagoda, but he had become a puppet of the inner demon at that time, and he had no choice but to live - if the elders are free, it is better to ask your own disciples, if the young master of his own family has been arrested. You are possessed by demons, why don't you know anything about it?"
As soon as these words came out, the chubby cultivator suddenly realized that he was guilty of a greater crime, and his mind changed abruptly, and he shied the responsibility without saying anything: "The Suzaku Pagoda has been standing for a hundred years, why did the Suzaku Pagoda collapse as soon as you entered? How do you know if you have anything to do with that demon cultivator about the matter of the earth dragon becoming a dragon?"
This is simply bullshit.
Even Zhuang Nanxi couldn't stand it anymore, he stepped forward and said, "Elder, I guarantee this Senior Cheng that with his character, he will never have anything to do with those demons. The leaders have come out of their nests to bring disaster to the world. Our top priority should be with the enemy. How can we fight each other in private? The younger generation is also deeply saddened to hear about the matter of Young Master Bian. Now that the misunderstanding has been clarified, why not discuss it together to defend against the dragon Blood debt and blood repayment?"
This young man from White Tiger Villa must have read some books, and he speaks in a certain way, which is very inspiring.
Seeing that a conflict was eliminated in a few words.
The first elder listened to his words, his expression softened a little, glanced at Cheng Qian, and snorted coldly: "In this case, the disciples have neglected their duties."
The first elder is now more than a thousand years old, and he is the top power in the mortal world. Because he is impatient with vulgar affairs, he hangs an idle elder under the Xuanwu Hall. The four saints will give him three points. This old immortal is used to being the only one who respects himself. He feels that "Heaven is the eldest and he is the second" all the year round. How can he take Cheng Qian, a 100-year-old junior, in his eyes
After Cheng Qian's defense, and Zhuang Nanxi playing the game, the Great Elder Ji had already believed his remarks, but he was still a little uncomfortable - there was no other reason, just because of Cheng Qian's attitude towards him from beginning to end. Is a humble not arrogant. Over the years, who has seen him disrespectfully, for fear of panting and taking the wrong shot? How far can Xiao Yuan, who is only a hundred years old, in front of him? Dare to rely on the cultivation base not to take the Xuanwu Hall in your eyes
The first elder naturally despised Bian Xiaohui, just like he despised the domestic mixed-haired dog, but even if the beast was a dog, he couldn't give a casual kick to outsiders.
Although Cheng Qian was not the murderer, he seemed to have cleaned up Bian Xiaohui.
The first elder said: "Forget it, since you are not guilty of death, the old man will impose a slight punishment, and teach you young people to know that the sky is high and the earth is thick!"
Before the words of these magnanimous remarks fell, Cheng Qian felt a force of real energy that he had never seen before pressing down in the air. Kneel down and spit blood.
Cheng Qian realized that he had been polite, but he didn't expect that there were really people in the world who were shameless.
He did not dodge immediately, and resisted it.
The two men collided in the air, and although they didn't do their best, there was still a circle of flying sand and rocks around.
Zhuang Nanxi knows how sour the elder's face is and how unreasonable people are. If Cheng Qian suffers serious injuries this time, he may be fine, but he doesn't buy it. .
Zhuang Nanxi immediately screamed badly in his heart.
Sure enough, the Great Elder was counterattacked, he was mad, and laughed in anger: "Good boy, I see how crazy you are!"
He took a deep breath, and immediately stopped holding his hands, trying to show Cheng Qian a real color.
Zhuang Nanxi exclaimed, "Senior!"
Cheng Qian would give up all his life, but he didn't know what it meant to be "forced to give in".
This time, it was a real move, and the monks around him, including Zhuang Nanxi, all suffered.
I saw that the ground shook violently, cracking open a mile square crack, the soft soil in the crack was instantly covered with ice, and the thriving grass blades were like jasper all over the edge of frost.
The sweltering heat of the southern border that did not go in autumn suddenly died down, as if an extremely arctic icefield had been artificially opened up here.
Fortunately, Zhuang Nanxi was smart, and seeing that something was wrong, he had already mobilized all the real energy in his body first.
However, Rao is like this, his whole body is still a huge shock in his chest, and he can't lift his head up because of the roaring cold wind, as if he had encountered a natural disaster.
The first elder and Cheng Qian each retreated three or four feet away. Cheng Qian's face seemed to be whiter than the frost and snow on the ground, but the first elder was even more embarrassed. He suddenly bent down and covered his face with his sleeves. For a moment, the temples seemed to have been brushed with a layer of frost, but they were seriously injured!
The audience was silent and everyone was shocked.
Zhuang Nanxi had only just entered the Yuan when Cheng Qian had just entered the Yuan, and even if he saw his swordsmanship, he only thought he was a sword cultivator. Who would have thought that he could be on an equal footing with the Great Elder, and seemed to be slightly better!
What kind of realm is this
Cheng Qian's realm is far from being as high as he imagined, and this time it's all like cheating.
Cheng Qian impulsively fights with the other party for real essence. As soon as he comes into contact, he knows that he is entrusted to him. A top-level power like the elder can deal with him. It can be said that the big bullies the small. The depth is unimaginable for Cheng Qian. Just when he thought that he was not dead and seriously injured this time, suddenly, an invisible force behind him took a lot of the real power of the elder.
Cheng Qian was taken aback at first, and then, the back of his head lightened, and his long hair spread out suddenly. Cheng Qian seemed to be aware of it. A little bit of the breath of the puppet rune that was about to dissipate.
It turned out that this thing carried a small half of the real yuan for him and saved his life.
Cheng Qian secretly said that he was lucky, his fingertips rubbed the broken hairband, and he knew who put it on him without thinking about it.
But then, he frowned again, thinking: "No, if the spell on this is broken, there must be a feeling in him, didn't I make him anxious again?"
Thinking of this, Cheng Qian suddenly became a little restless, thinking about how to get out as soon as possible.
"Elder!" Several Xuanwutang monks who were quick to see the opportunity rushed up, scrambling to show their hospitality, wanting to step up to help, but they didn't expect to flatter the horse this time.
The Great Elder shouted angrily: "Go away!"
He flicked his sleeves suddenly, and he couldn't tell the difference between the enemy and me, and fanned out all his gang of dogs.
The first elder has not had a rival for many years, and he absolutely refuses to believe that this hairy boy will be superior to him. He thinks that his talent is already rare in the world, outstanding, and he has been practicing hard for thousands of years. He has never been slack in the cold and summer, and a little-known monk can shock him with one palm
That's impossible!
Unless this person has practiced some kind of evil magic!
The first elder shouted angrily: "Where did the devil come from, do you think you can fish in troubled waters if you hide your blood energy?"
Seeing the sudden change in the wind, the chubby cultivator who was hiding in the distance quickly took the opportunity to fan the flames and said, "I have long said that he is suspicious, Great Elder, then the Southern Border Demon Dragon must be inseparable from him!"
Cheng Qian finally knew what was meant by "If you want to add a crime, you can't worry about it."
He is not a kind and reasonable person, and he refused to offend Xuanwutang for the sake of the sect. At this time, the reluctantly suppressed anger finally rushed into his throat.
Cheng Qian sneered and said, "When the upper lip touches the lower lip, I wonder if the long-tailed bastard at the gate of your sect can still tell whether he is black or white!"
The first elder shouted angrily: "Set up the formation! Take this man down and see how eloquent he is on the Suo Xiantai!"
Immediately, some people around shouted "yes" in unison.
At some point in the periphery, the disciples of the Xuanwu Hall in black robes had been surrounded by water, and there were seven, seven and forty-nine people in total. One water's Yuan, Zhun Yuan, and Zhen Yuan were intertwined into a net of heaven and earth.
This "Big Heaven Formation" is the big formation that Xuanwutang presses the bottom of the box. Looking at the world, apart from Xuanwutang, who can gather fifty such masters as chess pieces in the formation
The forty-nine black-clothed monks shouted in unison: "Go!"
There was a "hum" in Cheng Qian's ear, and his chest seemed to be hit hard. Even though his body was transformed by Ju Lingyu, his meridians seemed to be crushed. Forced out, the two sides contend, this formation is not as tyrannical as Heavenly Tribulation, but it leaves no room for Heavenly Tribulation.
Cheng Qian was smashed by the real essence of the big array, and he tried his best to mobilize the frost blade sword. He took a breath, biting out blood from one of his teeth.
However, the Great Sky Evolution Array is intertwined, but in a flash, the flow of True Essence has quickly blocked the hole, but the frost blade is tightly entangled, as if the beast is bound with its limbs and sharp teeth. , can't earn it anyway.
Cheng Qian grabbed the hilt abruptly, and slammed left and right, but he couldn't catch the ray of life. Even if the ocean was flowing, it couldn't reach the net of heaven and earth, and the net of the big sky formation was getting tighter and tighter.
The white satin headband that he had secretly hidden in his sleeves seemed to be psychic, and even though the puppet talisman had been destroyed, he still dutifully used his last remaining breath, carefully following his wrist into the meridians, Like someone's mother-in-law, the unrelenting guardian.
For a moment, Cheng Qian suddenly remembered what happened when he practiced swords with his senior brother when he was young.
The frost blade in his hand suddenly let go, and in the gap when it was entangled by the big sky formation for the last time, a sword qi contained in the tip of the sword suddenly spit out, passed through the big net exactly, and hit a big tree next to it. , After the branch trembled slightly, it suddenly grew wildly, producing large and small crystal clear ice flowers.
Withered trees come in spring.
The branches full of ice flowers swept out, and the two black-robed monks who arranged the formation did not check, and were thrown into the sky together. The Datian Formation broke a huge hole from the outside to the inside. This time, it really can't be filled. up.
The last style of the swinging wooden sword, the dead wood in the return to nature, is a move that actually corresponds to a ray of life.
Help him break out at this time.
However, at this moment, Cheng Qian's waist suddenly became cold, and he looked down in disbelief, only to see that he had just been scratched by the Da Tianyan Array to reveal his skin, and he was lying on his back with a small finger the size of a fingernail. insect.
The Great Elder made a strange formula with both hands not far away, and was looking at him with a vicious smile.
Who would have known that the great elders around the top powers and the dignified Four Sages would carry out such a sneak attack without any regard for their face
There was a strange numbness at the bite of the insect, and it quickly spread through his body. Cheng Qian's whole body seemed to be frozen, and he fell down with the frost blade stiffly. Behind him, his eyes are black-
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