Chapter 72:

Under the mountain of Shizhou, the puddle turned into a giant bird, with Li Kun on his back, and passed quickly in the air. If anyone saw it, most of them would fly through the sky with a glow.
The two seem to be dragging stars with long tails, and chasing behind a group of large and small devil heads, but the path of Tonghe is not a straight line, dodging from the left to the right, sometimes turning around, secretly matching the strange door armor, always hanging the crowd of devil .
A few days ago I received a letter from Tang Zheng. Yan Zhengming had already gone one step before they could not explain. However, I heard that the monks from Suoshantai gathered together. How can the master deal with it alone? Li Yan had to brew a bad belly, and while the monsters followed the dragon's northward journey, he provoked a lot of mooing demon heads along the way, relying on the puddle to fly fast, leading them all the way to the mountain of Shizhou , Intend to stir the water thoroughly.
Li Yan commanded the puddle as he calculated: "The first seventeen feet, the position-hey, it's a bit off, be careful!"
Shui Hang Ren said unbearably: "Don't look like you've read books, just say‘ before, after, and right ’.

Basically, she can only distinguish between the front, the back, the east, the south, and the north, and she has to think about it for a while. Li Zhi's chaotic
qiankun quake
has made her prosperous.
"Don't be stingy, just over there, hurry up!" Li Yan complained. "Can't you take all the fire on you, it's going to burn me!"
The puddle did not fight with him, and said anxiously, "Brother Er, can you be dragged over by us?"
"Don't be kidding, Xiao Qian is in trouble, can you still expect him to calm down?" Li Min sighed. "If Xiao Qian needs to be all-tailed, it won't matter. What if it's a little bad, hey ..."
The puddle followed indignantly, saying, "What? Who dares to hurt my little brother, I must burn them to death!"
Li Yan: "..."
If this bird is a demon, I am afraid it can be regarded as a demon, but she is too far away. She is so developed that her limbs are simple, and her mind is simple. Li Ye was speechless for a moment, thinking that this matter followed She couldn't explain it, so she said weakly, "Fly to you. If you accidentally get caught, we will have a lot of fun."
He was full of anxiety, for fear of Yan Zhengming's brain heat, he broke into Susendai indiscriminately.
Li Zhi knew his brother in charge.
Above the Sentinel Hall, the murderous sword gas swept indiscriminately. All the players in the field subconsciously picked up Zhenyuan to resist. The drowsy dragon lock was excited by Bafang Zhenyuan, and it flickered indefinitely, inside and outside the sword. Qi and Zhenyuan collided, and the Quartet's gate suddenly exploded.
"who!"
Yan Zhengming looked as cold as a frost, and stepped in from the messy doorstep step by step, ignoring a large amount of power and small energy, and walked towards Suoxiantai.
As if everything around him was not worth mentioning, he only saw the man surrounded by the trapped dragon lock.
Cheng Qian ’s anger was swept away long ago. There was an illusion in his heart that he would have been stolen as soon as he was in trouble. The spine with wounds involuntarily stiffened and immediately glanced down subconsciously. This irreparable tattered shirt pulled up a rag to cover up a shocking bruise around his waist.
If Yan Zhengming walked to Suo Xiantai unattended, staring at the blood on Cheng Qian's body, he softly said, "Who hurt you?"
His voice was soft and his face was normal, but Cheng Qian suddenly felt a little creepy. He looked at Yan Zhengming in dismay, and saw an ominous dark red in his dark pupil: "Brother, you ..."
Yan Zhengming exhaled softly: "I swear to heaven, whoever will hurt you again, I will have thousands of swords ..."
Cheng Qian was so frightened that he didn't dare to let his brother like a freak out, and immediately interrupted him, cautiously coaxing: "I'm fine, but I have some misunderstandings with others. Will you calm down? Brothers them? "
Yan Zhengming's teeth were bitten tightly, and his cheeks stretched a sharp arc. After a moment, he closed his eyes fiercely, and the two faint dark reds in his eyes finally began to fade away.
Yan Zheng sighed, whispered as if exhausted: "Come here, let me see."
Cheng Qian stood up casually and walked to the edge of Qiankun's sleepy dragon lock. He acted as usual and walked briskly, as if all the large and small wounds on his body were painted.
Carrying his hands indifferently, he stood on Suoxiantai, glanced down, glanced at the monks of different looks around him, suddenly raised his eyebrows, exposing the incomparable who had not been on his face for a long time, and laughed: A lawsuit, just talk. What are you doing here? "
Yan Zhengming stared at his pale and pretending face, and the chaos in the inner government calmed down. When his senses were restored, he suddenly became furious.
Yan Zhengming gave Cheng Qian a severe glance, gave him a "you wait for me" look, turned around, and gently stunned the newly-changed three-footed sword to the ground, saying, " Whose money he owes, I pay back, whoever killed, I pay my life-whoever is now collecting debts, come to me and share it. "
Even though he is a rare master of sword repair, this utterly verbal utterance in the audience is still calm.
After a long while, Zhuang Nanxi, who couldn't find the north, came back to God and said, "This ... this senior is ..."
Yan Zhengming said: "My surname is Yan and the 48th generation of Fuyao is in charge."
Cheng Qian did not expect him to speak out so frankly, and was taken aback: "Brother!"
Yan Zhengming waved his hands back to him. Sooner or later this day will come. Can the Fuyaoists hide for a lifetime?
As soon as he said this, most of the monks in the scene were very confused, but Xu Xu, Yang Decheng, and the elder of the unknown Baihu Mountain Villa were all surprised.
Elder Baihu Shanzhuang asked, "Then your master is ..."
"The teacher Han Muchun, the ancestor Tongru ... seems to have a close relationship with the Four Saints." Yan Zhengming paused, and then said, "The elders are not there anymore, and the martial arts are handed over to the district's hands. I don't have to be very He has been practicing for more than 100 years and has not developed any famous name. He has been ashamed of speaking with others about himself.
When he said that, he tapped the sword scabbard lightly with his fingertips, and the scabbard
snapped
, and Yan Zhengming's face showed a slight self-mockery expression, but he laughed and ridiculed as if no one was there, and his head was not raised. He said, "However, no matter how you shrink your turtle, you ca n’t watch my brother and sister being bullied by you so much. You have to come out and learn a thing or two."
Yang Decheng sneered heavily: "If I remember correctly, aren't your Fuyao factions claiming to be cut by every demon? Why don't you clean up the portal yourself?"
Yan Zhengming heard the words and lifted his eyes: "Oh?"
He had a pair of swinging peach-shaped eyes, and he never opened his mouth. The corner of his eyebrows had already brought some red and ordinary frivolity, but this eye had a vaguely sharp sword, like feathers and blades, dripping into ice. Unexplainable violations, and there are unexplainable reasons.
The disciple of Xuanwutang who proposed to split up Cheng Qian's house next to Yang Decheng took a step forward, and said it in the future.
Yan Zhengming listened expressionlessly, looked down at the tip of his sword, and suddenly chuckled: "Oh, I know, it is this Elder Yang-the master of your family is possessed by the demon, the body Died in my hands, it has nothing to do with my brother. If you think I am blaspheming the body, I can personally scratch my head in front of his crown. As for ... "
His "as for" word exit was not instantaneous. People had already arrived in front of Yang Decheng. The sword of Yuanshen and the sword in his hand became one. He ignored the empty door behind him and did not say hello. On the spot, Yang Decheng gave Taishan a peak.
Before Yan Zhengming came in, he heard the shouting of this person. After listening to the consequences before, he concluded that Cheng Qian's hair band was broken in the hands of this old thing, and he was suddenly angry.
If it hadn't been for the moment that he had a rune on Cheng Qian, if it hadn't been for the time that someone from Baihu Villa had blended in, would Cheng Qian still have his life?
Hundreds of years ago, he failed to personally avenge Zhou Hanzheng ’s revenge in his chest. Many new hatreds and old hatreds were added together, even if Tianzi Laozi blocked his eyes, he couldn't stop him from fragmenting the body.
Yan Zhengming's sabre in his hand seemed to be unable to withstand the twelve-point blow from his master. A "wow" screamed. The grand elder Yang Decheng of the Xuanwu Church could hardly be regarded as a sharp, and he retired in a daunting manner, even one of the Four Saints Xun Xu couldn't help but step aside, avoiding his sword.
This sword came out like nothing else--
Cheng Qian's brow frowned, and he couldn't help but take a step forward.
The depth of these people is no longer clear, even if Yan Zhengming suddenly finds a Shiquan Dabu Dan and eats it, he will never have such arrogant strength, but in just a few days, he seems to be fluttering, the actual heart ratio What did the heavy brother do?
The whole hall was raged with his sword. Except for the place surrounded by Qiankun's tyrannical dragon lock, everything else was ravaged. The dense protective charms around him were almost pinched, and the land collapsed instantly.
When the sages built Susendai, they certainly did not expect anyone to dare to be so presumptuous.
Elder Baihushanzhuang busyly said, "A good nephew cannot ..."
Then Yang Decheng unavoidably yelled, his hands stood on his chest to do the tricks, and eighteen phantoms suddenly appeared behind him, each holding eighteen weapons, either very strong or very agile. They rushed from the four sides, dazzled. The ground surrounded Yan Yanming Tuantu.
Suddenly, a sword was so bright that Sabre and Yuanshen's swords converged into a sword rain. It was difficult to distinguish each other. Jianguang was everywhere, and the ghosts were scared. The eighteen phantoms were too late to flee, and they had turned into flying ash. Yang Decheng was in his heart. With three points of timidity, he was immediately stunned by his phantom and was thrown out two feet away. He was dead or alive, but he couldn't move.
Yan Zhengming chased the past relentlessly, and finally Xu Xu was forced to take a shot, turned his hands and printed a piece of jade, blocking him in front of Yang Decheng.
The sword gas hit a corner of the jade card, knocking that jade card out of a crack, Yan Zhengming glanced at Xuanwu Tang with a sneer, and the sword of the whole body suddenly turned with him, and the mountain shouted toward the three Sixteen sleepy dragon locks smashed in the past.
"Stop!" This time, Xu Xu, Elder Bai Hu Shanzhuang and even Cheng Qian almost unanimously.
But no one can stop the lonely deed of this sword repair.
The Yuanshen sword collided with the drowsy dragon lock. There seemed to be a long chant in the drowsy dragon lock. The remaining roof of the main hall suddenly shattered with tiles. All the monks who dared to be called out in the presence rushed away. .
The drowsy dragon lock has gone through countless years of wind and frost, has been watered by countless powers with true yuan, and has drank the blood of countless demon repairs. It has already become its own spirit.
The corners of Yan Zhengming's mouth began to extract thin blood stains, and the dark red color that had just faded in his eyes was once again excited by the trapped dragon lock. In a blink of an eye, the second sword had been formed, and it was once again chopped down to the trapped dragon lock.
Perhaps the young master who was delicious and lazy on Fuyao Mountain was able to use the sword to enter the Tao because of this kind of cricket in his bones—at a certain moment, he didn't take all the heaven, earth, people, and gods into his eyes.
On the one hand, he searched for the key and secret phrase of Kaifeng Mountain Order, but on the other hand, he tried to fight against the gods who belonged to his family's patriarch, Zulezun.
Even though he was afraid of being dirty and tired of trouble, he was never frightened by real fear.
The sleepy dragon lock growled in anger, and Lock Sendai shivered.
Elder Baihu Shanzhuang turned his head and yelled at Xu Xu, his voice changed: "This sword repair has entered the sword realm, which one will kill your impenetrable turtle son? If you are a fairy, you will not open the lock. Sendai! "
Xun Xu acknowledged that he was right, but he really wanted to open the lock Sendai, and he was powerless at the same time-with his cultivation, he could fight with Yan Zhengming, but at this time broke into the violent sword wind If you are not good, you will lose both.
Just then, Cheng Qian on Suo Xiantai suddenly knelt down: "Brother, I beg you to stop!"
When he knelt, Yan Zhengming's indifferent eyes suddenly had a flash of light, and the original sword-like qi of Changhong had become shaped, and as he stagnated, he stopped in the air.
Cheng Qian: "Don't you want to live?"
In the silence of the crowd, the sky's sword air finally dispersed slowly, turned into a breeze, and retreated into Yan Zhengming's sword.
Yan Zhengming was silent for a while, and whispered, "Open the sleepy dragon lock."
The monks looked at each other at the scene, and the elders of Baihu Mountain Villa took the lead and said, "I have a key here."
Thirty-six sleepy dragon locks were kept by thirty-six invited monks. With his leadership, others immediately followed suit, and even Xu Xu reluctantly lifted it after a moment of hesitation. He called out a key and threw it to a disciple nearby.
With the loop-by-loop traps unlocked, Cheng Qian's stagnant Zhenyuan finally turned back, and his entire body veins poured into the river like a river that had dried up for a long time.
That Xu Xu coughed, and was about to say something. Suddenly, there was a dark air in Beitian rushing into the sky, and he covered most of the light in a blink of an eye. The monks ’heads had collapsed and their vision became clear. They looked back together. I saw a dragon looming in the dark clouds.
Someone exclaimed: "Southern Dragon!"
At this moment, a big bird with fire all around whistled up to the mountain, stopped on the hall that had been turned into ruins, and Li Kun jumped out of breath from the bird's back. Time was a little scratched, and he said to himself, "That's not ... what the is going on?"
In the surging dark clouds like a raging wind, Han Yuan's voice came far away like a sulking thunder: "I destroyed the Suzaku Tower, and I also put the big heart demon ... Which unnamed dare dare to take the seat Credit? "
While he was talking, the black gas tumbling around the Shizhou Mountain seemed to be chasing a large number of magic repairs at the foot of the mountain.
Li Yan finally evened his breath, and he smiled and said, "I met a lot of demons on the way, and chased the two of us all the way."
No one at the scene ignored his self-deprecation.
The fierce magic of the four sides permeated endlessly, the "Tuk Tuk" trembled on the lock Xiantai, and the dragon laughed loudly: "It's time for another day in this world to change the day, and go with me to toss it to change colors--"
The magic of all directions, one response.
The dragon's huge claws swept across the clouds, as if one claw smashed the sky, and the heavy rain suddenly poured down like a leak.
The wind and torrential rain on the mountain, the magical dance of the group under the mountain, the chaos on the mountain of Shizhou became a ball.
Zhuang Nanxi strode forward, struggling to wipe the rain on his face, and loudly yelled at Yan Zheng: "Seniors! The juniors are ignorant and have never heard of the name of the Fuyao faction before, but isn't anyone saying that Fuyao will be cut when it meets every demon? Who can stay out? "
I wonder if it was Cheng Qian's illusion, he felt that Yan Zhengming's body slightly moved.
Zhuang Nanxi said generously: "Seniors, please take the big picture as a public, and let go of each other!"
Cheng Qian twisted his head, as if passing through the pouring rain and the heavy dark clouds, and met Han Yuan's eyes in the air. At that moment, he heard the declaration of the monks in his ears, and suddenly felt a feeling in his heart.
Can't go back anymore.
At this time, the Fuyao faction reappeared in the eyes of the world at this time, and once again fell on the cusp of the wind, and the little masters they once loved to avoid laziness gradually drifted away and could not return.
Every generation must be a demon, every ancestor must be cut off.
"All the heroes are giving way," just then, Tang Yan suddenly stepped away from the crowd, "can't you stand without seeing him?"
His words faded, and Yan Zhengming suddenly planted without warning.
Cheng Qian could no longer think about his thoughts, and reached out to catch him, only to feel the tentacles were cold, Yan Zhengming's breathing was shallow, as if he could not feel them.
Zhuang Nanxi paused. At this moment, an unknown monk stepped forward cautiously and said, "Please ... please predecessors, please come with me, there is a place to rest on the mountain of Shizhou."
Tang Ying said: "Troublesome leads the way, this lunatic was just injured by the trapped dragon lock."
After that, he handed a wink to Cheng Qian who was at a loss, and motioned him to follow.
Cheng Qian quickly picked up Yan Zhengming, and Li Xun and the puddle hurried to follow up. None of the monks in the mountains dared to stop.
Cheng Qian quickly caught up with Tang Yan: "Brother Tang, my brother ..."
"Don't ask," Tang Yan said in a nearly whispering voice. "I saw Baihu Mountain Villa calling his disciples, and went to inquire and sent a letter to your brother. They asked me for a place besides locking Sendai. Prohibition. "
Cheng Qian said tightly: "What?"
"Cultivate myself to the utmost in a short time, and endure three times backwash afterwards ... Well, I thought your brother was easy-going," Tang said, frowning. "I wouldn't give it if I knew him like this."
Cheng Qian froze.
For a moment, he was shocked and looked at Yan Zhengming's face, wondering what it was like in his heart.
Suddenly, a sentence Zhuang Nanxi said hovered around his chest, and he was about to say—
There is nothing I can't do for him, as long as it is not unethical.
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