Chapter 314: Wrong into the depths of the flowers

Feng Qingbai was not only taken over by weapons, but also almost smothered by others with his swordsmanship. Not only did he feel that he was humiliated and violent, but his eyes were full of anger, and he felt that he had "something so interesting."
The rules of the rivers and lakes still have to be talked about. Feng Qingbai was rescued by Lu Hao, standing behind the famous "half sword fairy" and thanked him.
Looking at the back of this sword full of sleeves, Feng Qingbai is somewhat envious, but he is only taking advantage of the family and the teacher's door, only to have this scene today, although his own talent is not bad, but still can not afford to "not the world" "100 years Meet this kind of reputation.
Lu Hao is different.
Lu Yan, a person like this, will be the most top-notch sword in any world.
Lu Yan, who is back to Feng Qingbai, smiled. "You are welcome. If you are willing, I can continue to help you, if you have the courage to take back the sword."
Feng Qingbai reached out and rubbed his left shoulder. Some helplessly, shaking his head: "It is not difficult to be on the top. Unfortunately, I am destined to be unable to get back the sword."
Lu Hao nodded. "Then you can watch the battle next time."
Feng Qingbai smiled and said: "The mountains are tall and long, and there will be rewards in the future."
Feng Qingbai squatted down and spent a lot of time on the teacher's door. He helped him to go straight to Wanzhongshan, and he did the self-knowledge of the immortal people in the past ten years. He gave up the sword to repair his identity and sneaked a pair of skins that were still acceptable. As a purely Wufu Jianghu swordsman, he has come from the beginning and challenged the masters of various ways, benefiting, and there is, but far from enough, Feng Qingbai has reached Master's so-called "from far and near."
Before coming down, Feng Qingbai had a long talk with Master, and the sword repaired the sword in addition to the sword. It was far away, even if it was separated by dozens of thousands of feet, killing people invisible, Jianghu swordsman, stressing one Within three feet, I am invincible, close.
Therefore, Feng Qingbai is going to learn from the vicinity of Kendo.
Fortunately, watching the white robe swordsman and Lu Hao out of the sword, is also a practice.
Feng Qingbai's vision and heart are still there.
As for today's victory and defeat, Feng Qingbai is not on the mind. In fact, most of the people who are immortal are not coming to this side of the world with "invincible" and "full victory". More is related to the personal state of mind.
The scorpion squatted on the wall, sweating, and it stopped the horror. She didn't even dare to look down at the wound.
The sly woman who was smashed into the wall was full of blood, and she struggled. She fell to the ground and leaned against the wall. She stood up and took a look at her heart. She walked through the rivers and lakes for so many years. It has become a broken, it is powerless to pick up, she does not look at the battle on the street, one hand on the wall, squatting forward, poor woman, pale face is terrible, like going to a place to go.
Ma Xuan has not yet woken up, and it is possible that there will be no chance in this life.
Zhou Shi’s forehead oozes a layer of fine sweat, only the corner of his eye glimpses the sword of the white robe swordsman, so that Zhou Shi’s heart pressures the boulder, almost breathless.
It is not easy to motivate those beads to take root. It is necessary to cut off and take a gas machine and carefully pour the beads into the beads.
Then, according to the fairy tales taught by his father Zhou Fei, the method of naming it as
slaughtering dragons
means placing the beads as if they were placed in a chess piece, and then making a chess game, and then it’s a success. In this period, one step is not allowed. A bead contains the "fairy" that Zhou Fei searched and collected from all over the place. Zhou Fei once let him hold the weapon of the gods and casually shot, but Zhou Shi could not hurt the beads.
This time he came to Nanyuan Guojing City with his father. He always thought that he would win the battle, and he would like to join in the hilarious mentality. He only needs to hide in the shadow behind his father and Ding Mou, sit on the mountain and watch the lives of others. It was fine, but Ding Ying did not act according to common sense, forcing him to accompany the crows in person.
The father is dead, there is still a turning point. But Zhou Shi died, and then want to return the soul, to return to the world with the original original Zhou Shi, a veritable name is difficult to ascend to heaven.
And with his father's temper, his Zhou Shi just died in the middle of the road, may even take a look at his body is too lazy, definitely not spend a little bit of thought.
The reason why Chen Pingan did not win the battle, in addition to Lu Hao from the middle of the stalk, is still familiar with the weight of the long sword, and the true amount of gas required for its various flying trajectories, the more accurate the better, the swordsman sword The so-called arm fingering, just crossed the threshold, more importantly, it is a kind of "spiritual" realm. This is a pseudo-reality that imitates the sword and repairs the flying sword. It is like a poor transcript, but there are also fakes. True meaning, as big as learning.
Lu Hao has been hesitating.
Because Ding Lao Mo is nearby.
Once you choose to go all out, deal with the white robe swordsman, it is easy to be violently attacked by the arrogant Ding Ying, Ding Ying shot, but no matter what rules and identities, maybe a bad martial arts will be a punch . In addition, Lu Yan is worried about the safety of Huanlang Lang Zhou Shi.
At this time, Lu Hao and Chen Pingan looked at the same place almost at the same time.
It was a tall and thin green shirt and old Confucian. The walking was very strict. It was clearly one of the few mountain sects in the world. He did not intervene in the confrontation between Chen Ping and Lu Hao, but was transferred from the street. Lane, went to the courtyard where Chen Ping was temporarily staying.
The national division of the autumn, on the Ding Ying.
If you say that the world can dare to fight the old devil with double fists, and still be able to play with the stagnation, and willing to die, not a faint martial arts level one level of the gods Yu Zhenyi, not his bird's eye view peak Lu Yi Only the autumn.
As a result, Lu Hao really did not have scruples.
Lu Hao slowly pulls the sword out of the sheath, and every time the big scorpion is out of the sheath, the world will have an inch of brilliance, dazzling and dazzling, and the smiling face will squint.
I always hate that everyone can't see her skinny girl, shrinking on the bench, when the smiley face is blinking, she narrowly eyes, carefully staring at the Jianguang spread from one inch to two inches, with tears in his face Didn't retreat, and when she was half-sleeve, she suddenly turned her head and felt like she was going to squat. Even if she closed her eyes, "the front of her eyes" was still white, and she stretched out a small hand like a chicken claw. Gently wipe your face.
The reason why she stared at the man to pull the sword, she just thought of the scene, very good-looking, I really want to grab it in the palm of my hand.
Every time she walks next to the scented stall early in the morning, she looks at the various foods in the steamer, and wants to rush and run, find a place to hide, throw it when she is full, best No one else can eat it, and one by one is starved to death.
The autumn came to the outside of the house, the courtyard door did not close, and went straight into it.
Ding Ying saw the first hand in the world, and trained the foreigners to the ultimate Wushu. He smiled and said: "Any sixty years, so count, autumn, how many years are you?"
The kind of autumn saw the scene on the window of the eye, and the movement in the partial room, frowned.
Ding Ying stood on the steps and said nothing about the autumn. Without annoyance, she still took the initiative to open her mouth. "You didn't believe what I said that year, now believe it?"
Ding Ying has seen all over the world, a hundred years of rivers and lakes, there are only a handful of people who can get the eye of the law, and among the numbers, there are a few deaths.
Autumn is one of them.
The world has a high opinion of Yu Zhenyi, and feels that the Nanyuan National Teacher is a kind of autumn, and the high is high, and it is still a bit worse than Yu Shenyi, the of the gods who have left the mountain.
But Ding Ying can't look down on Yu Zhenyi, but only praises the autumn.
Sixty years ago, the Nanyuan country chaos, Ding Ying was from the beginning to the end of the game, Yu Zhenyi and the autumn, at that time, it was only a teenager who had a chance to touch the fish. After the war ended, Ding Ying had occasionally encountered two inseparable characters. People, they threaten to be a master after the fall.
In the autumn, I asked Ding Ying two questions.
"What are you going to do?"
"What are we doing?"
"Sit down and talk." Ding Ying sat on the small bench, waved her sleeves and floated another small stool next to the autumn body. After the latter was seated, Ding Ying slowly said: "Before answering two questions I will ask you first, do you know where you are?"
The autumn look is solemn. "I know the sky."
Ding Ying smiled and nodded. "I have to be more direct than you are looking for the clues of the immortals from the secret file. In the past 60 years, I have killed some of the immortals, some have already opened up, some have not yet woken up, from their mouths. Asked a lot of things."
He stumbled. "We are here, swearing for the blessings of the land, one of the 72 blessings, the territory of the four kingdoms, and the maps that have not yet been pioneered. We feel great, and the people of the immortals will feel too small. According to them. The saying that we are so happy and blessed can only be regarded as a medium blessed land. They determine the level of the blessed land, in addition to the most important aura, the population is also very important. The flower garden is not vast, but on this soil. The martial arts scholars have always come out, and it has always been a perfect place for the immortals to experience their minds."
Although the autumn pursues the truth for many years, it has long been speculative, and I can hear Ding Ying’s road breaking the truth. The old master’s mood has also changed, and there is still some anger on his face.
It was only at this moment that the autumn began to understand the pressure of Yu Zhenyi.
Because of the practice of Xianjia, except for Ding Ying, Yu Zhenyi stood taller than anyone else and looked far away. Therefore, he was in conflict with the rivers and lakes, even the changes of the temples of the four kingdoms, and he was indifferent to the outsiders.
Ding Ying smiled and said: "But the really strange place of this flower is because of one..."
Speaking of this, Ding Ying laughed and looked up at the sky, "People? Immortal?"
Ding Ying continued: "It is said that I want to enter our side. It is much harder than other blessed land. I have to look at the mood of the guy, or the eye. In the hometown of the so-called 谪仙人, it is called Yuguizong. The Zongmen, the cloud-dwelling land that is mastered, the reputation of the sacred flower land of Tongyezhou is not obvious, and few deeds come out. If Zhou Fei and Lu Yi’s stream are the children of the family who are outside the local government, their Official career, step by step, but more are some guys who come in by mistake, can go out, just look at luck."
The autumn refers to the sky. "So, the sky is called Tong Yezhou?"
Ding Ying smiled and played, "Who told you that it must be above our head?"
Kind of autumn contemplation.
Ding Ying rarely encounters a character who is worthy of speaking. Not only does she have no master's shelf in the world, but the world thinks that there is no match, and she can't see it at all. It is like a patience-oriented old master who preached for the students. Under the enthusiasm, "Now you can answer your second question. What are we doing? Every sixty years, on the list and live to the last ten masters, you can be separated by the guy, leave this place, and then Everyone has a big chance, and the superior is soaring with the whole body and the soul, and the lower class can only go to other places."
Asked in the autumn: "So if you admire the building, even if you dig three feet, you must find out the real top ten masters in the world, and comment on the list, so as to avoid people crossing the sea and crossing the sea. In addition, in order to prevent others from hiding too deep, Deliberately adding those things that can make the blessings of the blessings, and killing the immortals, can get a soldier, in order to urge the top 20 people to gather from the killings?"
"About the respectful building that makes waves, the insider is heavy, and it is deeper than you and I think. Without the ‘battering’ every 20 years, the world will not be so chaotic.

Ding Yinghe laughed and said: "But, during this period, there are actually loopholes to drill."
The autumn is not a teacher of Nanyuan Guoguo. It is a bit harder. "The stronger the stronger, the warmer the group, the more forceful action, and the finalization of the interests. Not to mention the past, this time, Yu Zhenyi is doing this, regardless of the evil. As far as possible, draw the top 20 masters, for the sake of you Ding Ying, while encircling the immortals."
Speaking of this, the autumn frowned and looked at Ding Ying, seemingly puzzled.
Ding Ying laughed happily. "You think there is nothing wrong with it. The true and safest way is to be the top ten people. Be interested, get closer to me early, seek asylum, as long as I am out of the magic, be fair, work hard, for the whole world. Make good rules, and then hope to be on the list, everyone depends on their skills and talents, and finally I will judge you the first few autumn rafts, whether he really wants to enter the top three, then at least in these sixty years, the world is peaceful, Wherever you need to fight your brains, you can learn from each other."
Considering the autumn carefully, it is not the words of Ding Ying.
Ding Ying gently tapped her knees with her fingers, which was extraordinarily leisurely. "But I think so, it doesn't mean anything."
I asked the same question in autumn, "What do you want to do?"
Ding Ying waved his hand and still did not answer this question. Instead, he shifted the topic. "You just need to know that this situation has changed. There are no ten people who are not ten people. Live to the last three people who are flying up, can separate from this. The world takes five people, three people and one person."
Ding Ying added a tone, "any three."
The autumn looks as usual.
Ding Ying pulled the corner of his mouth. "The dead can be, as long as it has actually appeared in history, it will do. If the dead are chosen, they will live, and the spirit will return to normal, but they will become loyal." Is it interesting?"
In the autumn mind, several people immediately emerged.
Wei Yuan, the founding emperor of Nanyuan State, was known as the first in the millennium.
Lu Baixiang, who founded the magical religion, has been the most illusory leader in the past five hundred years.
The right side of Jian Xian who can make Yu Zhenyi worship.
The first person in the world before Ding Ying, the mad man Zhu Chu.
These people were once the first deserved people, but without exception, they died in the world. The emperor Wei Wei died in the 120s. Lu Baixiang died in a dozen top players. The siege of the squadron, the right side of the death of Yu Jianfei on the right, the countless people saw her fall into the human world, the flesh and blood melted, the shape of the bones, the smoke and smoke. Zhu Zhong, who was seriously injured, died in Ding Ying’s hand. The silver lotus crown was also worn on the top of Ding Ying’s head from Zhu’s head.
Asked in autumn: "Why?"
Ding Ying smiled and said: "You ask me, who am I going to ask?"
In the autumn, I looked at Ding Ying’s eyes. "You, Zhou Fei, Lu Yan, you are already three."
Ding Ying smiled. "So you have two choices now, to slaughter Lu Hao, or to join Yu Zhenyi and try to kill me."
The autumn is silent.
Ding Ying play taste: "But I advise you to wait any longer, maybe Lu Yan does not need you to kill."
A kind of autumn asked: "If you want to leave, which three people will be taken away?"
Ding Ying pointed out that he stood at the door of the stove, Cao Qing, "If I want to go, I will only take him away."
The autumn eyes looked at the child and wondered: "Qualification is not calculated."
Ding Ying laughed and set it.

Lu Yi, who had no restrictions, handed out the first sword.
After a sword, from the position of Lu Yan standing to the end of this street, he was opened a very long gully.
Don't say that it is a native of Zhu Ya and Zhou Shi, that is, Feng Qingbai is stunned, if he is in his hometown Tongyezhou.
Smiley faces are more vivid.
Backed by the big tree, I enjoyed the cold. In the early years, I was friends with Lu Wei, who was the most lonely. When he was a man, he accompanied him to the Spring Tide Palace. In the circumstances, he was accompanied by Lu Wei. Going to death, Lu Hao was at the foot of the mountain, knocking on the smiling face, climbing alone to challenge Zhou Fei, and waiting for the smile to wake up, Lu Hao was sitting next to him, no longer the frustrated person who poured out the wine all day long.
After many years, the peak of Lu’s bird’s eye, only a smile can climb a mountain and live down the mountain.
Zhou Shi is the most helpless. Is it not useless to make up the battles that he has worked so hard?
The fly in the ointment is that the young white robe swordsman actually ran away.
At the moment when Lu Hao had a sword, it seemed that he had been determined that he could not stop the mighty power of this sword, traversed it, and then directly smashed the wall, so it disappeared.
Lu Hao looked around and didn't think the man had retired.
It seems to be a random sword, and the wall will be pulled out on the spot.
The dust is flying, and it is faintly visible that a white robe escapes the flood-like sword and disappears again.
Lu Hao knows well, and if he continues, no one can hurt anyone. His own killing power is better than him, but the man can hide his sword every time.
Unless someone makes up their minds, change their lives.
For example, Lu Hao took up most of the sword and gave the person a chance to be close.
Or the person is willing to gamble on one, can hold the two swords of Lu Hao to kill the enemy and protect the body, and then kill Lu Yu with a punch.
Lu Yi’s sword rose.
There was a huge arc of moon in the air, and it whizzed away.
A white robe rushed to give up the rush, and quickly fell, only to escape the sword.
Lu Hao stepped on the wall in one step.
The man avoided several times, and Lu Hao had never seen Feng Qingbai’s sword, some strange.
Lu Yan only saw the man standing on a roof tilting in the distance, the large sleeves swaying, and the vermilion wine gourd at the waist, not only looking at the dust, but also a simple and thick fist. Heaven and earth are combined, and the boxing is heavy and clear, which is extremely difficult. It is Lu Xun, who is famous in Tongyezhou. He also has to admit that this young martial artist who is martial-stricken, as long as he can live away from the sacred place, the future achievements must not be low.
If a fish can't catch a fish, then change the way and spread the net.
Lu Yan raised his arm and shook a sword flower.
Except for the one held in the hand, Lu Hao hovered thirty-six identical swords in front of him, such as step-by-step, well-ordered, and heavily guarded.
Take a long sword and move forward slowly, then suddenly accelerate and go away.
Chen Pingan flew over the roof of the house, swaying and moving, and turned into the sword of Bai Hong, such as the skeleton of the bones, bursting around him.
In addition to driving thirty-six swords and screaming, Lu Hao used it as a smashing arrow. As long as Chen Ping opened the distance, he would advance forward appropriately, always maintaining a distance of 30 feet, and not giving Chen Pingan a chance to rush to the front. . Lu Hao is of course a sword to kill Chen Ping, not to play the game of cats and mice. But when Chen Pingan can deceive himself, when will he mistakenly think that he can split the victory with a fist, Lu Hao will set a trap for Chen Ping.
Just not waiting for the thirty-six swords to run out, the man began to rush to Lu Hao, lightly footed left to the right, not straight.
Lu Hao was slightly surprised and sneered in his heart. Is this coming?
Five fingers fretting, the last six flying swords scattered, arcs in the air, and finally the sword tip gathered at a certain point.
That place is just the place where the man must punch.
After a flash, six flying swords blasted together behind the man, and the momentum was huge.
Sure enough, it can be faster.
Lu Hao was not surprised at all, not even flustered.
The real big cockroach in the hand, a sword swept.
Jianqi condenses a line.
This sword seems to directly separate the Nanyuan Guojing City from the upper and lower floors.
Chen Pingan did not retreat, but went forward and punched the sword.
Blood spattered in front of him.
Lu Yan’s eyes are indifferent, just a sword.
Go up and down, then divide.
It was only Lu Yi’s moment that he stepped on the roof by instinct, and then flew a sword at the top of his head, flying from the front of Lu Hao to Chen Ping.
Lu Yixin has a lingering fear.
The Feng Qingbai's sabre must have been left near the wall. It seems to be slamming and sweeping a sword. It is not for punching, but for a swordsman and a sword.
Chen Pingan reached out and held the sword.
Only a little bit, I can give Lu Lu a cool heart.
But there is no regret, and my heart sighs "Go!"
Lu Hao’s heart was so stunned that he couldn’t wait to scream at the street’s 簪花郎 Zhou Shi, and he couldn’t take anything behind it. He then threw his hand and went to the wall.
Lu Hao was slightly distracted and used the real swordsmanship to avoid further mistakes and save people from killing people.
Feng Qingbai's sabre, passing through the wall, just stabbed Zhou Shi's head.
Almost at the same time, Lu Hao’s big squat slanted into the wall and slammed into the flying sword from a higher place.
On the occasion of the millennium, the big scorpion slammed into the flying sword, causing the flying sword to fall, but it penetrated the shoulder of Zhou Shi, and the huge penetration force made the 簪花郎 forward.
Lu Hao suddenly looked up.
A white robe fell like a meteor, coming from the roof hole to Lu Hao, a punch has arrived.
The whole man was beaten and slipped out, crashing the wall and the second punch.
God-man drums.
On this straight line, Lu Hao ate a nine-handed man and drums, and all the way back. The wall that had previously stood before the smiley face and Chen Pingan also smashed the back of Lu Hao.
Lu Hao tried to rescue Yu Jian and rescued himself, but found that he did not dare. He could only condense his body and try his best to shelter the body.
After all, Daxie is only a weapon of the gods in this world, not the life-sword flying sword of Lu Yu.
The tenth box Chen Pingan resolutely handed it out.
Lu Yanran smashed the building on the other side of the street, and the same as the previous woman, eventually sneaked into the wall, seven bloodshed, and wolf.
However, Chen Pingan also paid a price for this insistence on punching.
One person appeared on the side of the body and punched Chen’s temple.
Like being hit by a bell on the head.
Chen Pingan flew out a dozen feet away, half a squat on the street, at the foot of the gully that was previously cracked by the scorpion sword.
The guy who interrupted the Chen Ping An gods and drums, once in the Confucian green shirt, stood there, with one hand, with one hand in front of his fist, calm and relaxed.
Chen turned his head and spit out a black and blue bruise. He rubbed his hand and rubbed his mouth.
The skinny little girl who was located between Nanyuan Guoguo and Chen Pingan, from beginning to end, she was curled up on the small bench of the wall.
She squinted at the guy in white robe, which was amazing, but it was a little pitiful.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion. She found that he was sitting still in the same place. Although he gave a punch and was terrible, he slowly stood up behind him. He was looking at the old man like Mr. Xue. I am also looking at myself.
Probably said, don't be afraid?
She clearly knows her life and is linked to him. Once he dies, he will probably die too much.
But she just couldn't help but suffocate, and I can't wait for him to kill the old king in the next moment.
This kind of emotion is unclear.
It was like she saw the little snowman in the small wooden box.
She likes it so much. If she can't get it, she will fall, ruin, and die.
She felt that there was nothing wrong with this.