"Murong Cheng is a bit stupid, but he is young after all, and he has good cultivation potential and breakthrough speed. I thought he could be trained slowly, but before he could be trained, he was cut off by you with a single sword." gone."
Xu Hou of Hengshan Mountain, a pile of flesh-like existences, exuding an extremely domineering aura, looked at Ye Celeng with the eyes of a lion looking at a sheep, and said coldly: "After all, he is already half of my mansion. , I was beheaded by you like this, if you don't give me an explanation, no one will need to give me face in the future."
"Isn't it just giving you face by taking your sword?" Ye Ce smiled coldly, facing the opponent's figure enough to wrap her inside and his incomparably domineering aura, she even showed two shallow smiles. dimples.
"Cheerful! I just like your personality. You are indeed the only female chief of our Daqin!"
Hengshan Xu Housen smiled coldly, and stretched out his hand to Ye Celeng, "Then come on, what are you waiting for!"
Ye Ce smiled coldly, didn't say anything at all, but stretched out a small Bai Shengsheng hand.
In the clear twilight, a drop of raindrops suddenly fell and landed in the shadow behind Xu Hou's huge body. With a clack, countless tiny and crystal water lines were pulled out.
At the same time, a crystal droplet appeared out of nowhere in Ye Celeng's palm.
Hengshan Xuhou's eyes, which seemed to be almost gone, narrowed even more, and he snorted heavily: "The sky is full of water!"
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The bricks and stones of the whole street were creaked by the heaven and earth energy that suddenly poured in from all directions, and countless old dusts rushed out from the gaps, as if they felt the terrifying aura and wanted to escape from this long road. street.
The smile on Ye Ce's cold face also completely disappeared.
Every movement of her became slow and extremely dignified, obviously more strenuous than when facing Zhao Zhan.
Her outstretched hand was only holding a suspended crystal liquid droplet, but every tiny movement was as heavy as moving a mountain.
"boom!"
The crystal liquid in her palm turned into an inch-long crystal water sword in her hand. At the same time, the sky above the whole street seemed to collapse suddenly, and countless heaven and earth vitality moved towards the crystal sword in her hand. Small swords gather.
Because the speed was too fast, and the amount of heaven and earth vitality was too terrifying, in an instant, the heaven and earth vitality, like an invisible giant mountain, was moved by her abruptly, and then squeezed into the handle of crystal water in her palm. in the sword.
This is the seventh realm of cultivation, the mountain-moving realm, that countless practitioners in the world look up to.
The third realm is True Yuan, and the fourth realm is Rongyuan.
At the third level, the practitioner can absorb some heaven and earth vitality into the body, and refine it with his own true energy into true essence. At the fourth stage, while the true essence is fused with more heaven and earth vitality, some spiritual energy is created in the body. The orifice that can store the vitality of the heaven and the earth, the body is no longer just absorbing and refining some vitality of the heaven and the earth during cultivation, but can become a container for storing the vitality of the heaven and the earth.
However, only when you reach the seventh realm, can you transfer a terrifying amount of heaven and earth vitality directly from the surrounding heaven and earth in an instant, and forcefully compress it in your own true essence. As a result, unimaginable power erupts when confronting the enemy.
In Wutongluo's wine shop, Chen Moli was a practitioner who had reached the fourth realm.
However, the heaven and earth vitality gushing out of his body when he shocked those college students, and the heaven and earth vitality that Ye Celeng brought in in an instant now, is simply the difference between a trickle and a river!
At this moment, the vitality of heaven and earth that Ye Ce Leng brought to pour into the sword was as heavy as a mountain, but the crystal water sword in her hand was still so light that it didn't seem to have any weight.
"laugh!"
The small sword disappeared directly from her palm and shot towards Xu Hou's forehead.
The sword is too fast.
It is like rivers and rivers running through the sky, yet they cannot be seen.
Xu Hou Rushan's body didn't even take a step back, and his fat right hand also disappeared at this moment.
Because too fast.
In fact he just moved the arm up and across.
Just this horizontal line, there is a blue sword shadow, like a huge mountain in front of his eyebrows.
A sword is as horizontal as a mountain, and thousands of troops are not allowed to enter. This is the real Hengshan sword!
A more domineering and unparalleled aura appeared between heaven and earth.
A loud noise that was too dull to describe in words sounded in front of his eyebrows.
Xu Hou's hands were already behind his back, and the iron-like clothes on his body were rattling, as if he hadn't moved at all.
Ye Celeng in front of him was also as silent as water, not moving a step.
Her hand was still outstretched, and the small sword had turned into a crystal drop again, floating in the palm of her hand.
Above the bodies of the two, there is a terrifying blue vitality rising up, forming a blue mountain in the sky.
Above the mountain, there are countless rain and dew flying, not going down, but flying to a higher sky.
Xu Hou raised his head and looked at the strange appearance in the sky, he smiled, and the fat all over his body trembled slightly, then he didn't say anything more, turned around and got on the huge carriage.
Ye Ce looked at the palm of his hand expressionlessly.
The droplets in her palm slowly seeped into her body.
Night fell at last.
The black carriage and the wrought-iron carriage parted ways.
Not far away, beside a stone bridge, under a maple tree, there was a carriage of Shendujian parked.
The driver of the carriage was a tongueless mute, and he seemed to be deaf too. He didn't even hear the dull loud noise just now, and he didn't respond at all.
In Shendujian's carriage, sat a thin young man in a dark red brocade robe, with an extremely messy short beard.
His hair was a little gray, and the nails on his hands were slightly yellow.
He looks a bit decadent, but everyone in Changling knows that this is just an illusion.
Everyone in Changling thinks that he is extremely vicious, cunning, and cruel.
Because he is the head of the Shendu prison, the head of Chen Jian.
He lowered his head a little slumped, but his eyes were looking at the wide street from the gap in the car curtain.
A cast-iron carriage rides through the night.
Xu Hou's body crowded the spacious carriage, his fingers tapped slowly on his stomach, thinking about the sword just now, he couldn't help but sneered, and said to himself: "It's really strong... If you take my sword, you will suffer a lot, but at least it will keep you safe for the time being."
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In the night of Changling, several carriages were also slowly driving towards Hongyun Tower.
Hongyun Building is a medium-sized flower building in the south of the city. When the night is getting darker on weekdays, lanterns are raised in the surrounding courtyard and the small river in front of the door, and there are many cars and horses. Some snacks are sold in the surrounding streets and alleys. Those who sell some flowers, those who sing some ditties...these people who do small business and ask for some rewards are all in large numbers and are very lively.
But today, the Hongyun Building was booked out, and the surrounding area was extremely quiet, so quiet that it made people feel a little depressing.
Even the high-spirited high-spirited customers who have no shortage of money and have been swept away will only feel chills when they hear the murderous sound of silk and bamboo coming from the empty building and see the shadows faintly visible in the streets and alleys. Don't dare to stay any longer.
Ding Ning and Wang Taixu got out of the carriage, and they walked towards the Hongyun Building not far ahead like casual people walking.
More than a dozen people clattered down from the five or six carriages behind them, following behind them.
The lanterns around the Hongyun Building are still raised.
One could vaguely see at least a hundred people standing silently in the shadows around the Hongyun Tower, with more or less reflections of weapons on their bodies.
Wang Taixu frowned slightly as he walked, he changed into a crimson brocade robe, which made his face look ruddy.
Wearing a linen cotton gown, an old man with snow-white hair and ruddy complexion, without many wrinkles, got off the second carriage alone and walked to Wang Taixu's side.
Wang Taixu was flanked by an old man and a young man, and the three of them crossed the threshold of Hongyun Building in this way.
At the east end of the second floor is a huge elegant room.
At this moment, all unnecessary decorations in this elegant room have been emptied, only a lot of short cases have been placed, and more than ten people are sitting on the floor.
When Wang Taixu pushed the door and half of his face was revealed behind the slightly opened door, there was a dead silence in the quiet room.
On the other hand, Wang Taixu smiled slightly, his lips moved slightly, and his voice was transmitted to Ding Ning's ears behind his body, "The fattest one is of course Fatty Zhang from Leiyutang, the one beside him has short hair and looks The skinny man with an extremely ugly face is Tang Que, the only surviving Tang Shuoguo in Jinlin. The white-faced scholar next to Zhang Fatty is his adopted son Zhong Xiu, who should be the most powerful practitioner in Thunder Rain Hall. As for the one next to Tang Que The one-eyed dragon is Tang Mengchen, one of the few people in Jinlin Tang who can do it right now."
After saying these few words, Ding Ning and the white-haired old man in hemp robe beside him had already followed Wang Taixu into this elegant room and arrived at the table.
Ding Ning sat down beside Wang Taixu in front of the case, and he looked at the few people Wang Taixu mentioned.
Fatty Zhang of Lei Yutang has an upturned nose, which makes people see two huge nostrils at a glance. In this way, even if the rest of the facial features are good-looking, they are already off-putting. What's more, in order to show his magnanimity, this Changling gangster still wore a black brocade robe with his chest open in this weather.
It's a pity that he seems to be dressed a little too warmly, and he also seems to sweat a little too easily, so his forehead and chest are sweaty and oily from time to time.
If he were compared with the equally fat Hengshan Xuhou at this moment, everyone would think that Hengshan Xuhou was a majestic giant mountain, but he could only remind people of the pork belly on the chopping board.
Tang Que, who was sitting cross-legged beside him, was quite different from him. He sat upright, with no fat on his body, but his cheekbones were a bit high, and it was obvious that his thoughts were too heavy these days, and he couldn't rest well. As a result, the circles around his eyes were a bit dark, and his face was too gloomy at the moment, it seemed that there was always a black shadow around his eyes.
The adoptive son Zhong Xiu next to Fatty Zhang was handsome, wearing a light purple shirt, with a fair face and no beard, he looked only about twenty-seven or eighteen years old.
As for Tang Que, the one-eyed dragon Tang Mengchen that Wang Taixu mentioned, Ding Ning couldn't even see his face clearly, because Tang Mengchen kept his head down from the moment he entered this elegant room, not even once. Lift it up.
The bigwigs who have been sitting in high positions for a long time have their own extraordinary bearing. The two-story building has stood in Changling for many years. A statement of modesty and a matter of choice.
In addition, in the previous bloody strangulation, Wang Taixu had already let everyone in the room see clearly what kind of person he was, so when he sat down, the wine glasses on everyone's table seemed to be a little light light trembling.
An invisible pressure made it more and more difficult to breathe.
Wang Taixu, who was sitting next to him, one old and one young, still didn't speak first after he sat down, but just looked at Fatty Zhang and Tang Que who were facing him and smiled slightly.