Chapter 60:

The two hundred and twenty-five in the carriage, Yan Zhengming could run him to death with one finger. As for the two uncharacteristic Yuanshen thugs who followed him, although they seemed to be full of scenes, they were actually quite careless.
At first glance, those two people are old. If the practitioners are up to age, as long as they are not individually hobbies, their appearance is usually maintained in youth or adulthood, such as Gu Daozhu and Bei Mingjun. The old and the weak are all Shou Yuan, but Xiu Wei failed to go any further. For example, Bai Xing, the master of the westward palace, generally these people have been stuck in the same realm for too long, and they are still unable to step forward. Threshold, that's most of the skill.
Furthermore, the so-called "primary monk" only refers to the realm. There are thousands of roads, different routes, and different realms. The high realms do not mean that they can fight. For example, Li Zhi's swordplay is rare, all day long. The monk who turned around Dandan Danluo, even if he repaired Yuan Yuan Shen in the future, Yan Zhengming could win him full of teeth.
This is why everyone is unwilling to find sword repair troubles-they have been born for war since the day they entered the Tao.
Fortunately, Yan Zhengming is not a sword repair in a general sense. Before becoming a sword repair, he first became accustomed to being a master. After becoming a sword repair, he was driven by a duck to be on the shelf. He didn't want to find something useless right now. The troubles, both inside and outside the martial arts ... and Cheng Qian, made him scorched in front of his head, and he really did not want to tangle with these pigs and dogs.
Although these people don't care much at the moment, they see that the cricket is taking off the carriage, and the waste is like this. There are still people clamoring and embracing each other, even making the Yuanshen thugs. It is a direct child of a certain martial art. Hit the dog to see the owner, because this is a bad debt for Fuyao Mountain Villa, it is not very cost-effective.
It was a pity that things did not go as expected, and at this sunrise the door did not look at the yellow calendar, and met a half-dozen eyes with two or five eyes.
When the weird flag in the sack's hand was shot, he immediately broke away from the original owner's control, and the torrential rain swept the scene, instantly suppressing the breath of everyone around him, revealing a hint of ancient and heavy qi.
Li Yan couldn't care about dodging, his eyes lit up first, and when he was hunting, he said, "Heaven ... this, this is the legendary 'True Dragon Banner'?"
No one asked him, Li Liwu chattered and said, "This is an ancient object, older than the bad sword of the Third Division, and it is said to be painted by the real dragon skin overseas. The flag frame is a keel. Contains the power of ancient dragons, true dragons! The sea of ​​dragons groan, but the sun, moon, and stars will also shake three times. According to legend, this thing can cover the sky and the sun, move the mountains and reclaim the sea, all in the mind of the banner holder ... "
Yan Zhengming gave him a terrible headache, and he froze and said, "Shut up!"
After that, he sprinkled the puddle birds next to Li Yan and turned to the two old men and said, "This is not our problem."
The two primordial old men looked at each other and were very helpless. One had to go to the puppet in Lanna's carriage, and the other started to make peace with Yan Zhengming, persuading: "Tao You Hai Han, we young masters are roots, young and young. To be favored is arrogant, uh ... if this bird is really precious, the price can actually be negotiated ... "
The first half of the sentence sounded like human words, and the second half of the sentence made Yan's head mad on the spot.
When he was young, it was also rich and wealthy, and spent money like running water. Later, the Yan family was defeated, and the martial arts could not return. He has experienced a hard time of lack of gold and silver, and now he is incarnate in the black market and asks for money. "Father-in-law", Yan Zhengming's feelings for the word "rich and noble" are very complicated.
To put it simply, it is to display the music on your own, but you can't see others playing it, especially you can't use money to set up a show with him.
He screamed angrily, "Don't sell it! Don't understand?"
Immediately intolerable, a sword cut to the true dragon banner.
The dragon spirit of the True Dragon Banner still exists. Once released, even a mortal who holds the banner can be shocked to the sky-it can be seen what this puppet-minded family likes him to be like-at this moment, the dragon banner is violently fought for the sword Intrigued by it, dozens of thunders rushed down and collided with the mighty sword qi in mid-air. The loud noise dazzled people.
Yan Zhengming's face changed slightly, and he could not help but take two or three steps back, faintly feeling that his true Yuan was suppressed by Long Wei.
At this moment, he heard the sound of the sheath coming out of the sheath behind him, and the cold that had been familiar for a few days began to spread. Cheng Qian said, "I have been in retreat for too long, and I have a low level of knowledge. I haven't seen a true dragon soul yet. Brother , Let me know it for a while. "
Yan Zhengming listened to it for a moment, and then the anger in his chest became stronger. He said, "This boy didn't discuss with me before, and he raised the sword. Now where did he learn this set? Could it be that these years have passed? In my mind, did I change from 'waste confectioner' to 'waste confectioner who still needs coaxing?' "
In the head seal, the consciousness of the superb powers of previous generations wants to pick it up. Is it possible that he is afraid of a horned worm that has died for 8,000 years?
Yan Zhengming said nothing at once, and the whole person turned into a clear sword shadow. Thousands of Yuanshen swords faced the thunder of the sky without escaping, and went up against the current. The sword gas and the thunder met with rage, and the earth was roaring. The mountains and beasts were all panic-stricken, the looming overseas Shenlong and the wild and endless sword repair between the clouds were reluctant to let go, and thick clouds rolled like waves.
The intimidation on the carriage was stunned. Every time he took out the true dragon flag, the opponent basically gave him a kneel. Who knew that the ghost flag would get out of control when it met a strong hand, and such a big movement? At this time, he was all supported by two Yuanshen monks. He had been poured into a quail that had been thrown by the wind and rain that Zhenlong Banner had stirred up, only shivering, and the cheeks of the fighting had numbed his cheeks.
Except for the two Yuanshen monks, the unlucky eggs near the carriage have basically been paralyzed by Jianyi and Longwei, unable to lift their heads.
Cheng Qianzhan, who was left to watch the battle, remained motionless, but Mei Yujian was slightly embarrassed, and for a moment did not understand what he said wrong.
Seeing this situation in the puddle, he quickly drew his head back into the sleeve of the second brother, wisely decided to be honest during this time, and resolutely refused to talk back to the head brother.
Is it unpleasant to catch up with those few days each month? So angry.
Long Soul yelled from the sky, Yan Zhengming pushed the body's true element to the extreme, regardless of the wind sword frost sword around, the wide sleeves were torn apart, the robes were flipped, and countless Yuan Swords were gathered into one, wrapped around With the power of the wind and thunder, God blocked and killed the gods and ripped the clouds in general. Howling winds and showers could not weaken their violent violence, and the sword shadow rushed towards the dragon soul.
Cheng Qian's gaze fixed, and he whispered, "'Go forward' ... has this step been reached?"
According to legend, the "out of the sword" in the sword repair is the first step in refining the sword. When the sword repair enters this step, it really touches the realm of the sword who cannot communicate with others.
This step is enough to rank among the top monks.
"As far as I know, the last time he moved the sword seemed to be one step behind," Li Min glanced at him meaningfully and said, "I'm afraid you were forced."
Cheng Qian was speechless by a single word, and instinctively wanted to refute, and then thought, as if it was a bit like that.
For a moment he looked dignified, and yelled, "Well ... could it be the trace of the demon in his eyebrows, is it because of me?"
At this time, just listening to the roar, Yan Zhengming's sword passed through the dragon soul.
Li Xun shouted: "Oh, brother, that's the True Dragon Banner. From ancient times to the present, you don't want to violently destroy the heavenly things ... dear mother, the keel is cracked, you take it easy!"
Yan Zhengming turned a deaf ear, and seemed to have made up his mind to carry the Dragon Banner and Dragon Soul back to Hell.
Li Yan had no choice but to look at Cheng Qian.
Cheng Qian didn't move and didn't say anything. Li Zhi had to say, "Small dive, since ancient times people can't be resurrected, but you are the exception. So when you return, you may not feel the horror and guilt. Those are too heavy. It can make people stay overnight, and it can also change the taste of any thoughts in the world. Looking back at a hundred years, how easy is it to be the same? How many years has he hated you because of you, I do n’t know ... you do n’t let him be more Hate it. "
Cheng Qianwai has the frost and the exquisite heart. He has never heard of it. Li Zhi has said this, but he still doesn't understand.
With that sword, and seeing the situation in the air reversing, the mighty dragon soul has just retreated at this time, almost turned into being beaten by Yan Zhengming, finally unable to bear it, turned to retract into the dragon flag .
At this moment, Cheng Qian suddenly turned into a meteor, and plunged straight into the sky enveloped by the dragon. In the thunderstorm, all the rain falling from his side became frost, and Ju Lingyu died in nine lives. The power of the sacred Yuanshen was suddenly released, and it swept through the moment when the Dragon Soul was about to escape into the True Dragon Banner.
The injured Dragon Soul was instantly suppressed by Cheng Qian's Yuanshen, and condensed into the air.
Yan Zhengming Jian Feng had already encountered the True Dragon Banner, but at this time he stopped abruptly, his face was not deflated, and he stared at Cheng Qian quietly.
Cheng Qian smiled at him as if he didn't care much, and said, "You see that the two older brothers are almost blue, and specially sent me to plead, and the older brothers will show mercy."
"I'm mad at me." Yan Zhengming said, but he couldn't always be angry at Cheng Qian's occasional smile for too long, and his cold killing and looming heart demon finally dissipated. But it still seemed to remain on his body. He stepped on the realm of the sword with one foot. Instead of having a wide sea and sky, he also stubbornly stubbornly said, "It seems that he has made him fool again. It's really upset."
Yan Zhengming converged on the whole body of Jianguang and gave Cheng Qian a white look: "Everything is broken, Li Yan will pick it up."
Cheng Qian rolled up a long sleeve and rolled back the Dragon Soul stuck in mid-air to the True Dragon Banner. The flag immediately dangled softly, and the sky of wind and thunder suddenly stopped, as if all things were just illusions. Cheng Qian rolled up the dragon flag unhurriedly, fingered the keel cracked by Yan Zhengming, and felt the trembling of the dragon soul.
It is also a generation of divine beasts. To such an extent, I do not know whether it is impermanence or something.
Heaven and earth are kind, and everything is a ruminant dog.
In front of Tiandao, the so-called Shenlong and power are just a group of ants?
Thinking about it this way is really open and sad.
Cheng Qian threw the True Dragon Banner to Li Yan, and glanced down at the Pegasus on the ground—a few Pegasus had no idea when they broke the reins and escaped, nor did they know how to go back and let his dog-legged swords Carry him?
Yan Zhengming said arrogantly: "Since everyone intends to reconcile, we will accept this ceremony."
Li Yan laughed with a kind smile beside him, and the dog-like echoed, "Yes, thank you."
The other two Yuanshen monks saw the score-this sword has crossed the realm of the front, the other is not Jianxiu to suppress the Dragon Soul with his own Yuanshen Shengsheng, although it is in the hands of the Dragon Soul, slightly It is dangerous ... but that is also the ancient true dragon.
How can such a person offend at will? You can only admit that you have a little to lose.
An old man of Yuanshen Jishou said, "I don't know where all your Taoist teachers should go?"
As I listened to the puddle hidden in Li's sleeve, he quickly jumped in and interjected: "Tell you what to do? Will you let him seek revenge in the future?"
The old man was speechless for a moment, and his face was very embarrassed.
As usual, the puddle was never dare to talk to monk Shen Yuan, but at this time almost all the brethren were present, she also raised her eyebrows and exhaled once, and was almost so proud that she had to fly away to Cheng Qian-or It is safest to follow the little brother. In this respect, the big brother should be back.
Who knew that she was entangled with a spider-like thread in the middle, Yan Zhengming's fingertips didn't know when to pop a slender silk thread, which tied the puddle's leg firmly: "Noise."
Then the head of Yan tied his little sister and kite together like a kite, dragged it behind him, and then turned around and walked away as if he was pulling two and a half million.
This time Li Yu was in distress in the suburbs. Although he became "Liao San", he was holding the true dragon flag in his hands at this moment, not to mention how beautiful it is. He was like a poor man picking up a large ingot. Keel, he sighed with delight: "Still my little dive ..."
Cheng Qian hasn't squeaked yet, Yan Zhengming has taken the lead to say that his nose is not his nose and his eyes, "Who's yours?"
As soon as the words came out, Li Min puddle and Cheng Qian raised their heads together to look at him. Li Min also laughed and said, "Brother, are you fighting for favor?"
Yan Zhengming: "..."
Li Yi immediately succumbed to the intimidation of his master brother, and his fart rolled away and hid to one side.
Yan Zhengming's face was stern, as if trying to save a little face, and Cheng Qian said positively: "We will now go to Suzaku Tower immediately. It won't be until August 15th, when people will have a lot of eyes, and maybe there will be extra branches .... You What to see, don't watch! "
Cheng Qian busy lowered his head from the ground-if he didn't laugh, he would probably look sincere.
Yan Zhengming sullenly found that his dignity could not be saved, so he sadly fell Cheng Qian far away and walked forward without looking back.
Moreover, after they left, the puppet on the pegasus was not only shameless, but also snatched the True Dragon Banner, angrily.
This person is also a good scar. Forgetting the pain, he forgot to hide behind the two Yuanshen masters in a blink of an eye. He reached out and pushed the two old ancestors in awedness, scolding: "Waste! You are all waste! If my father knew about it ..."
The two old gods sighed individually, and one of them said, "The young master is angry, and the place is close to the Suzaku tower. He also asks the young master to exercise caution and caution. If someone hears our way, I am afraid there will be more troubles."
"Get away! You can't even deal with some monks who don't know where they come from. What's the use of my father to support you!" Said the uncle, sitting on the carriage with his buttocks, sweeping his eyes and pointing to the ground. The crooked monks said, "Let my horse go. You come to be a horse-drawn cart for me! I must get the talking bird. Don't let me see those people again!"
This man is probably used to humiliate. He pointed at the monks above the Royal Sword Ning Shen to use him as a horse-drawn cart, but no one said in person what to do. The named monk just stood up, respectfully. Good words to persuade.
At this moment, a snake with a thick thumb was slowly drilled out of the forest not far behind them. It was almost black, and it was inseparable from the color of the surrounding mud. It slid forward a few feet. They approached the carriage quietly, and for a while the monks called the fingers to turn around, but no one noticed it.
The little snake opened her mouth slightly and spit out a piece of purple snake black letter, and then her black body dissipated in the air, and in a blink of an eye, she fell into the crooked back of the carriage.
A monk next to You was persuading him to go out. Do n’t cause much trouble, and just saw that the original jumped like a thunder, as if he was moved by what the other person said, and it stopped immediately.
The monk also said that his own words had played a role, and he was busy slapping the horse while he was hot: "Let ’s say that the other owner does n’t say anything else. It ’s just admiring the general knowledge. It ’s okay if the horse is gone, shall we pull the car for you? "
The uncle glanced at him, seeming to show a little thoughtful look, his eyes dropped, and he stopped speaking abnormally, turning back to sit on the carriage.
As long as this ancestor did not die, everyone around him was relieved, and no one thought about why he suddenly wanted to open.
The uncle waved the cart's tent, looked down at his pampered hand, his eyes were dark, and after a moment he showed a twisted smile. 2k novel reading network