Sword of Coming

The bamboo forest is like a forest, and there are huts.

Facing the two sides, at the door of a hut, is the Head Disciple of the Great Origin Dynasty woman Martial God, Ma Zhuoxian.

The visitor man, slender figure, azure clothes long coat, wearing cloth shoes, standing in the bamboo forest.

From the two huts elsewhere, two women walked out of them. They were young, but they were not young in real age. They were two Junior Sisters of Ma Zhuoxian, one of the original Peak tycoon Yunchuang Dou, and the other The position was Yamazawa’s rogue cultivator origin. He turned into a pure Martial Artist midway and joined the army. In a tragic battle, he was taken to the discipline of the Imperial Teacher Pei’s aptitude. The Martial Artist realm was promoted. Hurry, like a hot knife through butter.

Dou Fenxia, ​​with her head in a snake bun, leaning on an Azure Bamboo back, is lazy, and the woman has a plump body. At this moment, she squinted and smiled, carefully looking at the azure clothed man who was bad.

Before she stopped, she bent down and picked up a few stones and a few bamboo leaves from the ground. Now she was leaning on a pole of Azure Bamboo, lifting her toes, and gently poking on the ground.

Not far away, Junior Sister Liao Qingai, because he has been involved in cultivation, has been listed in the Cave Mansion Realm early, so even if he is half 100 years old, he is still a girl with a very thin waist and a long sword.

These three same sects, as Ma Zhuxian of Eldest Senior Brother, Summit Realm Perfection.

Dou Fenxia and Liao Qingai are pure Martial Artists of Distant Roaming Realm bottleneck.

Three pure Martial Artists all hope to be among the Tenth Realm.

Therefore, in the eyes of the outside world, if five Tenth Realm Martial Artists appear at the same time in the future, the great martial arts of the Great Origin Dynasty will be prosperous, which can be described as a record that has never been approached and will never be approached again.

The breeze passed through the bamboo forest, the azure clothes in the distance, the hair on the temples flicked slightly, the sleeves shook gently, and the clouds and water rippled.

In a daze, this person seemed to be among the secluded Profound Realm of One with Heaven and Earth.

This scene of Qingling Spirit is really eye-catching. Dou Fenxia is so glamorous to see. A young hidden official who has never seen her name for a long time, it is no wonder that when she was a teenager, she was able to play 3 games in the city with her Little Junior Brother.

However, Liao Qing’ai has a frosty face and has no good feelings about this person. He couldn’t beat Junior Brother, so he took advantage of Cao Ci’s participation in the Confucian Temple discussion and asked Senior Brother to trouble him?What’s this?

Ma Zhuxian smiled and asked: “Chen Ping, did you find the wrong person. When did this Ma become so famous? If you just want to ask for fist and learn from Martial Dao, are there other senior experts elsewhere? It seems it is not my turn.”

Chen Ping shook his head and said, “I didn’t find the wrong person, I was looking for you. Unless you are not Ma Zhuxian.”

When the Great Grandmaster stands on the top of the Martial Dao mountain around the temple below, the light and the dark are added together, which is about the number of hands.

Middle-earth Zhang Tiaoxia, Aquarius Continent Song Changjing, North Entirely Reed Continent Wang Fuxuan, Tree Leaf Continent Wu Tan, Pure White Continent Pei Axiang… are all Tenth Realm Martial Artists of Quan Gao Yizhou.

Although Ma Zhuoxian has always been proud and arrogant, but not eyes high above the top, he feels that he is now comparable to these predecessors.

Among the ten young people in the world selected previously, the hidden official in front of him is 11th. With his dual identities as Ninth Realm Martial Artist and Nascent Soul sword cultivator, occupy a place.

It’s just that Ma Zhuoxian learned from Master and Little Junior Brother that Chen Ping has actually been listed as Tenth Realm on Tree Leaf Continent.

Therefore, Chen Ping visited the house today, and asked him about his posture, which is equivalent to asking Tenth Realm to Ninth Realm. It is absolutely unreasonable and it is not honorable to win.

Of course, Chen Ping really insisted on asking punches, and Ma Zhuoxian didn’t mind receiving punches.

Ma Zhuxian is a big-end Martial Artist, and also a battle-field general who emerged from the army. Now he commands an elite frontier army of up to 200,000 people.

So Ma Zhuoxian was too lazy to think, and asked with a smile, “How to ask?”

“Give you 2 choices. If you lose a punch, first apologize and admit your mistake, and then return something.”

Chen Ping said: “If you lose a punch but you don’t lose, then you will fall into the realm. There is no hope of Tenth Realm in this life. I will ask Pei Cup again to get that thing back.”

Ma Zhuoxian was confused when he heard it, what is this all about?What apology, who admits wrong?What to return?He and Chen Ping, simply do not have any intersection.

Dou Fenxiayan smiled, clenched the stone in her hand, raised the back of her hand and pressed her lips, feeling that this young hidden official was overbearing a little cute.

Liao Qing’ai coldly said: “Chen Ping, this is not a place where you can go wild!”

Chen Ping turned a deaf ear, but stretched out a palm towards Ma Zhuxian, indicating that the opponent could punch first.

The grievances and grievances are clear. When I visited today, I only asked Ma Zhuxian about the boxing. It was necessary to deal with a man as he deals with you in Martial Artist’s fist and foot.

It has nothing to do with the Great Origin Dynasty, the master and disciple of Pei Cup and Cao Ci, and the Martial Artists, Dou and Liao.But if someone must mix it up, Chen Ping will make sense.

Liao Qingai suddenly turned her head and looked at one place with a displeased face. There is even a mountain cultivator who dared to watch the mountains and rivers from the distance.

At the same time, Dou Fenxia smiled at Hehe and raised her hand. There was a bamboo leaf at her fingertip, and it disappeared in a flash. The bamboo leaf was like a pocket Flying Sword, pulling a straight line, and the green bamboo leaf finally hovered somewhere, like a sword cultivator.

An Immortal Realm cultivator who used the Magical Powers in the Immortal Mansion of Aotou Mountain had to take his palms back and withdraw the Magical Powers. In the mansion, the immortal shook his head and smiled bitterly. He is an Imperial Family worship from the Great Origin Dynasty, reasonable in Every circumstance, you must protect the disciplines of the Imperial Teacher Pei Cup.The three martial arts Grandmasters at the bamboo hut may not know the roots and feet of the fist at the moment, but the immortal has seen the beginning and the end of the storm in Yuanyangzhu, and knows how powerful the azure clothes Sword Immortal is.

And the reason for the immortal’s wry smile is that the azure clothes Sword Immortal is in the bamboo forest. That kind of tolerance, really familiar, is actually the cloud body of the immortal cloud in the 9 True Immortal Pavilion, has Several points of similar in shape.

But in fact, although the Ma Zhuxian and Chen Ping were the first to meet each other, they were not ignorant of the last hermit of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

When Chen Ping was a teenager, he met Cao Ci, who practiced boxing at the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and had a history of 3 matches and 3 losses.Moreover, Chen Ping later collected Head Disciple, a young woman named Pei Qian, who traveled alone in the Divine Continent, once went to the Great Origin Dynasty, found Cao Ci, self-registered number, asked 4 games, won There is no suspense, but Pei Cup admires this Martial Artist, a foreign woman with the same surname. During the years when Pei Qian was recuperating at the Imperial Teacher’s Mansion, even Pei Qian’s daily medicinal meals were prepared by Pei Cup himself.的方子.

Dou Fenxia smiled charmingly and asked: “Young Master Chen, can I discuss with you, before you fight Ma Zhuoxian, let me first ask you a half move. It’s not a serious question. Ask a punch.”

Ma Zhuoxian reprimanded: “Dou Junior Sister, don’t mess around!”

However, Dou Fenxia had moved a few steps horizontally. Three stones were quickly thrown out in her hand, and a few more bamboo leaves were like Flying Swords, and went straight to the azure clothes.

She stretched out her hand to press on the Azure Bamboo next to her, and the bamboo leaves rustled and fell one after another. A large group of emerald green bamboo leaves gathered in the air, condensed into a large group of green colors, as if took out a few 100 Flying Swords. .

Chen Ping waved his sleeve with his left hand, and scattered the stones and bamboo leaves that assaults the senses. Then he raised his right hand, put his fingers together, and gently pointed, Dou Fenxia’s sword energy at the center of her eyebrows was awe-inspiring, as if there was a surge of sword energy. Condensed into a grain of mustard seed, it gently touched the center of her eyebrows, like a visitor standing at the door without knocking, Dou Fenxia’s entire white face was slightly puffed away, and the snake bun on her head quietly loosened.

She didn’t dare to make any movements. The bamboo leaves that had lost the spirit of Martial Artist and were purely supported by True Qi slammed apart. Many of them fell between her hair and shoulders. She stomped her foot, revealing the shyness of a girl, complaining. : “Sure enough, it’s 2nd level, there is no fight at all.”

Dou Fenxia patted the palm of her hand, where the stones and bamboo leaves that had been smashed by Chen Ping’s sleeves disappeared, and the golden light was scattered by her.

Chen Ping knew that this Dou Fenxia was a Sabrewielder who deliberately revealed his identity. This lineage martial arts itself is a pure Martial Artist, but it can naturally defeat Martial Artist through secret technique.When Martial Artist meets her, it’s like Qi Refiner meets a sword cultivator. It is extremely difficult and the odds of winning are extremely small.Just catching Sabrewielder lineage Martial Artist, it seems that I have only heard that there are many on Azure Nether World, but it is rare on Grand Virtue World.

It’s a pity that even the student Cui Dongshan doesn’t know about this Blade Technique, so Chen Ping learned a little bit of fur and can only use it to frighten people. When encountering life and death fighting, there is absolutely no chance to use it.

Dou Fenxia smiled, still looking at the calm and composed azure clothes guest, secretly gathering the sound into a line, and reminding Ma Zhuxian: “Senior Brother, I guessed it. Chen Ping, besides being a sword cultivator, really still The deeply hidden catching Sabrewielder is considered to be my colleague. In the next questioning punch, Senior Brother must be careful. You can’t be too careful.”

Ma Zhuxian didn’t appreciate it. It was just a questioning, life and death arrogant, Dou Fenxia plot against the opponent like this, he lost even more useless, not only the skills are not as good as others, he replied to Junior Sister: “Junior Sister does not need to be like this. Take care.”

Dou Fenxia’s expression was self-conscious, as if it was the young hidden official who was flirting with each other, but the words with the Senior Brother were angrily, “When you look at the other party, you are not a good stubborn. You will have to be asked by a Tenth Realm Martial Artist. What do you want? The shameless, you, the big Lords, are the most squeamish! If you change to me, only 3 people will bore him!”

Chen Ping laughed.

I roughly guessed Dou Fenxia’s thoughts, but he didn’t explain it face to face.

Ma Zhuxian began to move forward slowly, and the other party came to the door. As a Ninth Realm Perfection Martial Artist who is only half a step away from the top of the mountain, and Master’s nominal Head Disciple, there is no reason not to receive a punch.

Pei Cup originally intended to charge only one discipline in this life, that is Cao Ci.

It was because the war ended a few years ago. The His Majesty The Emperor of the Great Origin Dynasty asked Pei Cup to ask, saying that he is an old man who likes to read Jianghu romance novels the most. He is his own Jianghu, and he is still very young. Miss Pei, please.

Let the rivers and lakes after the Great Origin Dynasty be more lively, more expert, 4 Great Grandmasters, and ten great experts.

Pei Cup agreed.

That’s why Pei Cup now has 4 protagonists in name, Head Disciple Ma Zhuoxian, Dou Fenxia, ​​Liao Qingai, and final disciple Cao Ci.

Internally, except for Cao Ci, 3 people are actually just the Honorary Disciple of Pei Cup.Cao Ci is still the head disciple of the mountain, but also the final disciple.

Externally, because Cao Ci was the youngest, he became the Little Junior Brother of Ma Zhuoxian.

Cao Ci didn’t care about this matter, but the three senior brothers and senior sisters, including Ma Zhuoxian, knew that only when they were listed in the Tenth Realm would they have the opportunity to be truly regarded as a successor by Master.

Chen Ping always stood in place, just gently rolled up the 2 sleeves.

Ma Zhuxian sank slightly, the muddy ground under his feet appeared a little collapsed, and his figure instantly left the place. Ma Zhuxian was full of fists and pouring out, all around the large bamboo forest where the azure clothes were located, and fell backward at the same time , 10000 The bamboo pole bends out a huge arc.

Chen Ping was completely motionless, pressing his palm against the opponent’s elbow, slid back a few steps, handed it out with the other, tilted upward, supporting Ma Zhuxian’s chin, and suddenly exerted force.

Ma Zhuoxian suddenly turned his head, avoiding Chen Ping’s casually but fierce gesture, bending his knees, twisting his waist and falling shoulders, sinking his body, rotating his body, sweeping his leg, and then no azure clothes. Only the large piece of Azure Bamboo was cut off by the waist, Ma Zhuxian stood on the open ground, wearing azure clothes in the distance, falling on top of a broken bamboo, making a fist with one hand, and behind the other hand, said with a slight smile: “I like to make a fist. It’s just being old and not realm high. You don’t need to be so polite.”

Dou Fenxia narrowed her eyes and replaced her with herself. She must have been able to hide herself only when she was lifted like that by the young hidden official. She was hit hard, and it is estimated that she would have finished her fist, and she would be obediently heal for another month.

Ma Zhuxian remained silent, took a deep breath, and opened a fist frame, with a bow full of the moon. With this Ninth Realm Martial Artist as the center of the circle, all around the bamboo forest in a bowed shape, instantly bent down the pole body, and collapsed for a while The sound of breaking is endless.

It turned out to be a boxing technique that draws Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi and refining it into a pure True Qi?How is such a Martial Artist different from a refiner?Playing against Qi Refiner is not tantamount to sitting in an impossible place?

Ma Zhuoxian passed away in a flash, Dou Fenxia and Liao Qingai were unable to capture the Eldest Senior Brother’s trace.

I only heard the fists from both sides, like a string of spring thunder blowing in the bamboo forest, next moment, it was Ma Zhuxian’s turn to stand in the azure clothes standing place, the arm that threw the fist trembled slightly, and there was blood oozing out. Sleeves.

The vision of the two female Martial Artists is farther. The person stands on an Azure Bamboo pole that seems to be nodding to the floor. With his hands folded, he is condescending, still seeing only Ma Zhuxian in his eyes, and asks with a smile: , Do you really think I am a friend from afar?”

Liao Qingmei said solemnly: “If you ask for a fist, ask for a fist. Use words to humiliate others. Do you deserve to be a Grandmaster?!”

Chen Ping nodded, “It makes sense, it sounds a lot like that.”

Aquarius Continent has an old man with a standing sword and a yellow bamboo scabbard. Every time the old man walks across the rivers and lakes, he flips through the Old Huang calendar before going out.

As a result, the old man was once at home and was visited by a Martial Artist from another continent to buy the scabbard. If he didn’t sell it, he would die. He had to take the two lives of his grandchildren and daughter-in-law.

Probably from that day on, the old man no longer had the world in his heart, and began to serve the old, unable to read the Old Huang calendar.

Why, Chen Ping, I just chatted with you a few words today, and felt that I was not worthy of being a Martial Artist?

Ma Zhuoxian thought of the young hermit who was the Aquarius Continent native, and suddenly remembered something, and asked tentatively: “What is the relationship between you and the Old Guy of Combing Water Country, a surnamed song?”

Finally remembered.

Chen Ping squinted his eyes and slowly said, “What’s the relationship? The relationship between senior and Junior. Older Generation Song taught me a sword technique.”

With one sword going, 1000 troops made changes.

Connected with Great Wall of Sword Qi and Great Dao.

Chen Ping moved a step sideways, stepped off the bamboo pole, his feet touched the ground, and a pole of Azure Bamboo beside him instantly stretched, and the bamboo leaves swayed violently.

Chen Ping asked: “Have you forgotten the old man’s name?”

Ma Zhuxian said with a smile: “so that’s how it is. Yes, what is the name of Old Guy, I really can’t remember.”

Remember the old Martial Artist in that manor. Is it the Sixth Realm or the Seventh Realm Martial Artist?

For the small country of Aquarius Continent, it is probably the Great Grandmaster of a country?Ma Zhuoxian only vaguely remembered the other party at first unable to tell good from bad, realm low and low, courte is not small, and resolutely did not sell the scabbard. The young man and woman in the manor seemed to be the old man’s Junior, and even more generous. In the end, the old man thought that it was not worthwhile to make a house ruined in order to make the scabbard, so he obediently handed over the scabbard.

Chen Ping is slightly different, slightly frowned.

Because the weird riverside meeting seemed to be over.All Fourteenth Realm Great Cultivator have returned to the river of time.

Ma Zhuoxian seized this fleeting opportunity and instantly came to Chen Ping’s body, silently handing the perfection punch of the birth ping fist.

Chen Ping stretched out his hand, grabbed Ma Zhuoxian’s punch, and gently pushed it away, and then the first time he took the initiative to punch, it was Deity Beating Drums Form.

A punch was settled, and Ma Zhuxian’s burly figure retreated more than 100 feet straight, above the line, smashed countless Azure Bamboo, fists connected, Ma Zhuxian retreated and then retreated, without the strength to resist.

Dou Fenxia’s face is pale, is Senior Brother really going to be beaten by this person?

Martial Artist’s fall is a rare event, and repercussions are more terrifying than the fall of Qi Refiner on that mountain.

Liao Qing Ai was about to take a step subconsciously to interrupt the continuous force of the punch, but she still suppressed the idea of ​​punching, and watched Senior Brother being punched by the azure clothes.

Martial Artist has the rules of questioning, which is even bigger than victory or death.

Dou Fenxia didn’t really believe one thing until this moment.

Chen Ping, now may be really qualified to compete with Cao Ciwenquan.

Senior Brother Ma Zhuxian once said that there are countless Martial Artists in the world, but only Junior Brother Cao Ci. Before joining the Tenth Realm, he could completely crush his opponent when he was competing in the same realm of any realm. It only takes a few punches to win.

Waiting until the Little Junior Brother Cao Ci entered Tenth Realm, against any Ninth Realm Martial Artist in the world, no matter what aptitude, as long as he wants to tell the winner, it’s just a punch. There is absolutely no need to pass the second punch.

When the young woman came to Da Duan to ask the boxing, Cao Ci’s attitude towards her was actually more like treating Yu Yaofu at the Golden Armor Continent battlefield in his early years.

However, Pei Qian did behave surprisingly. In those few fist matches, although Cao Ci was a bit similar to handicap and deliberately suppressed the situation, Cao Ci was extremely serious every time he punched from start to finish. Especially during the third round of questioning, Cao Ci accidentally hit the opponent twice.

So that after the questioning punch, Pei Qian, who lost the punch, fainted to death, but still leaned back against the wall, not letting himself fall to the ground.

It’s like saying, I haven’t lost a punch.

Afterwards, Cao Ci had to sit on the wall of Daduan Capital, resting his cheek in one hand and rubbing his forehead with the other to loosen the bruise first.

The bamboo forest was smashed into a three-mile road by Ma Zhuxian. On both sides of the road, there were bamboo poles that were broken by fist gangs. In the end, this Martial Artist whose body was broken by the mountains and rivers of Small World, the Ninth Realm Martial Artist who was the previous moment, At this moment, the Eighth Realm Martial Artist, leaning on a green bamboo with his back, his face covered with blood stains, his eyes widened, his arms drooped, his feet struggling to support, trying to get his body against the bamboo, but he still couldn’t stop it. The tendency to slip slowly.

After wearing azure clothes, he bent over, stretched out a hand, and held Ma Zhuoxian’s forehead, helping him to stand barely, lowered his head and said: “Remember, that senior, surnamed Song, Mingyu Burn, is Combing Water Country Sword Saint.”

Chen Ping let go, Ma Zhuoxian took a sip of pure True Qi and completely dispersed, and fell to the ground, leaning on Azure Bamboo with his back. After being seriously injured, he drooped his head, as if lethargic.

After nearly 20 punches in Deity Beating Drums Form, it is not strange to fall, but it is strange not to fall.

As for how many punches Ma Zhuoxian suffered from himself, Chen Ping didn’t remember what he did.

Chen Ping turned his head and glanced at the two female Martial Artists at the hut.

Dou Fenxia has a heavy heart, solemn expression, no more charming expression.

She glanced at the azure clothes, the latter was slightly nodded, and then went to the top of the bamboo sea with a little toe, stepped on a bamboo branch, and looked into the distance, as if the fist was over and Yufeng was about to leave.

Dou Fenxia swept away, squatted down, and reached out to support Ma Zhuoxian’s shoulders, her face was full of sad expression for a while, and Senior Brother really fell.

Liao Qingai stopped at the door of the hut, took a step forward, suddenly cup one fist in the other hand, angry look said: “Chen Ping, within 30 years, wait for me to ask for a punch!”

Chen Ping turned his head and glanced at her, “It’s up to you.”

Next moment, wear azure clothes and disappear out of thin air on the top of the bamboo sea.

At the same time, Chen Ping in the house of Liaozhou Island also disappeared.

Two Chen Pings, who had been swaying outside the Confucian Temple and causing trouble in four places, were able to return to the riverside and the three became one.

This riverside discussion is the biggest weird thing.

Earlier, I followed the Fourteenth Realm cultivator, including Wu Shuangjiang, to climb the Tuoyue Mountain, which is close to the truth. When Chen Ping reached the top with one foot, Chen Ping found himself back by the river.

Chen Ping only vaguely noticed that there were some subtle changes in the long river of time, and he couldn’t even remember or guess what he did or said between the two feet of one after the other.

Chen Ping always feels that things are not that simple.

When he returned to the river, he only saw Li Sheng and Bai Ze.

Mister, Ashen, like other Fourteenth Realm cultivators, are missing.

She is also missing.

Chen Ping had to squat by the water and continued to stare at that long river of time, learning from Li Huai, and not thinking about things that he didn’t understand.

It was only from the Parrot Island that Liu Chicheng, a rich native, had spent a full 1500 Grain Rain Coins before buying 100 pieces of jade green glazed tiles from Daoist Fire Dragon.

Just such a “good at doing business”, let alone go to my own Unrestrained Mountain as the accountant, just learn from that meter Great Sword Immortal, and show the door to my God of Wealth Wei Wenlong, you Liu Chicheng are not qualified.

At the Wrapping Cloths Building in Parrot Island, I borrowed money from people again, but after meeting Yu Panshui and Yuan Zhou, I owed again.

So Chen Ping looked at the extremely mysterious and abstruse long river of time and didn’t think much about it. He felt like he was staring at a Divine Immortal river of money.

Can’t help turning his head and looking at Li Sheng.

The saint said with a smile: “It’s better to change your money bag.”

Chen Ping knew that he wanted to spend a lot of time, and it was definitely out of play.

So I turned to ask about the knowledge of the Pozi Order. The Lisheng only replied. When you leave here, Xiping will allow you to read the secret files of the Confucian Temple.

Chen Ping stood up and thanked him.

The holy saint said with a smile: “There is often a sword light on the night boat. I hope you won’t make people feel like waiting, because you may need to meet someone before you can return to the night boat.”

Chen Ping nodded, 10000 points for doubt.

Who to see?

Isn’t he the Most Holy Master?

Chen Ping didn’t dare to ask more.

Bai Ze left the saint and walked to Chen Ping alone. The two sides of different ages sat and squatted by the water, chatting about the customs of Aquarius Continent.When Bai Ze went out that year, with the fox charm that looked like a woman in the palace, he traveled through the Grand Virtue World together, and met Chen Ping on the border of the Great Li Dynasty. It was of course Bai Ze. Intentionally.

Regarding the situation of Chen Ping carrying the real name of great demon, Mister Shirasawa said with a smile that when the hermit becomes the Immortal Realm, the situation will be much better.

Listening to Bai Ze Mister calling himself a hermit, Chen Ping was unavoidable.

If you return to the Great Wall of Sword Qi someday in the future and experience the Wild Desolate World in the south, it doesn’t matter if Chen Ping meets anyone. I just hope that I don’t meet the one next to him.

But as long as you go to the Wild Desolate World where there are only 2 rounds of bright moon left, it seems that it will be difficult not to meet Mister Bai Ze.

“Chen Ping, you don’t have to think too much, just do your own part.”

Bai Ze said with a slight smile: “No matter what other people are, as a Scholar, you should be sure of one principle in your heart, you should be virtuous, and there are people who are books. Then on the cultivation path, you may not be able to profit from this, but at least it can give you one step Walk at ease.”

A tall woman dressed in white clothed, she first appeared next to Chen Ping, sitting cross-legged, with a horizontal sword on her knees.

Then came the old scholar, Yasheng, then Yu Dou, Lu Chen, the monk Shenqing, the female crown, the dragon slayer, the old Guanzhu, Wu Shuangjiang, and the others who Chen Ping did not know, all reappear one after another By the river.

It seems that everyone has traveled far away unscathed, and it seems that all Fourteenth Realm Great Cultivator is a big dream. When you first awaken, after thinking about the dream, it becomes blurred.

Everyone is like watching the moon on the shore by the water. Any single thought is a stone, and the thought is throwing a stone into the water. The ripples of the water will only make the moon in the water more fuzzy.

So all the Great Cultivators who really stood on the top of the mountain were all lost in thought, and no one spoke.

The exception may be the head of White Jade Capital 2. Lu Chen seems to hesitate to talk to Chen Ping and ask, how is the writing now?

The white clothed woman sitting next to Chen Ping spoke first and said with a slight smile: “A few years ago, outside that day, I had nothing to do, I opened up an Ancient Battlefield site to practice swordsmanship, master In the future, you can fly to the cultivation, go as you want, and go back if you want. The Confucian Temple will not stop it, right, the saint of worship?”

Li Sheng nodded with a smile, “Senior has the final say.”

Chen Ping sounds trembling in fear.

Sure enough, the saint turned his attention slightly, looked at the youngster with the back sword, and added, “Right, Chen Ping?”

Chen Ping had to brace oneself and said: “Mister, the saint of rites, says it.”

Lu Chen raised a palm, supported the crooked lotus crown on the top of his head, then smiled with his palm, and exclaimed: “My hometown, the country of etiquette.”

The old master of the East China Sea said with a slight smile: “I haven’t seen it in a few years, and my skill is good.”

The old monk put his hands together, and Amitabha said nodded: “Hui Gen, Hui Gen.”

Chen Ping is rather helpless, you are all Fourteenth Realm, and you count it.

The riverside atmosphere is relaxed.

The ritual saint suddenly made a beating with everyone, then stood up, said with a slight smile: “The discussion is over, and everyone will go back to each house.”

No one asked anything, but in the midst of it, they seemed to have guessed something. Although 3 Sect Founder never showed up in this discussion, it definitely looked at everyone behind the scenes.

After “Go back to each house”, there will probably be a result of As the water recedes, the rocks appear, waiting for everyone.

Li Sheng opened the restriction, Bai Ze stood up and disappeared from the river bank first.

The old scholar eagerly trot all the way, replaced Bai Ze, and sat beside Chen Ping. He stretched out his hand and said in disappointment: “This old scholar eagerly, no matter how much he is an elder, did not pull a golden lump on the ground.”

Lu Chen stood on tiptoe and waved away: “Chen Ping, see you later, wait for you.”

Chen Ping fell on deaf ears.

The old monk Shenqing seemed to have a chance to fight Chen Ping, said with a slight smile: “Eastern Mountain weather, North Sea wind and currents, repairing Ding Huijie, God will meet medicine Buddha.”

Although Chen Ping didn’t understand anything, he still stood up, folded his hands together, respectfully returning to the old monk.

Lu Chen smiled with satisfaction, and each minding their own business nodded said: “Sure enough, you still have to kiss the little daoist, and you don’t have to pay attention to these polite gifts.”

On the bank of the long river of time, the Fourteenth Realm Great Cultivator finally, like one after another, the comet rises from the earth, goes to the sky, and disappears for a moment.

Wu Shuangjiang will continue to travel Wild Desolate World, looking for trouble with the Great Wall of Sword Qi old deaf child.

Yu Dou previously glanced at the sword-backed youth in azure clothes, returned to Azure Nether World, and continued to sit in White Jade Capital.

The dragon-cutting person who is now aliased Chen Zhuoliu intends to find the Jinghao who has occupied the magpie’s nest for 3000 years. It is time to move the nest to the old master.

Qing Gong Taibao?What green palace?

Naturally it is his place of cultivation.

If he hadn’t decided to cut the dragon back then, then Grand Virtue World would not have only a White Emperor City, there would be an Azure Emperor City first.

Chen Ping sat back where he was.

She turned around, extended the hand, clenched her fist, and handed it to Chen Ping.

Chen Ping didn’t know it. She extended the hand, but she suddenly held her hand, said with a smile: “Since it seems to be just a blink of an eye, 20 years have passed. Thinking about it this way, the sixty years cycle is not No matter what, I just need to take a nap in the place of sword practice. When the time comes, don’t take other girls to the outside world. If when the time comes is not listed in the Ascension Realm, just say hello to Li Sheng.”

Chen Ping sighed, gently nodded, he agreed to her.

Old scholar suck in a breath of cold air, look steadily forward, sitting upright like a clock, devotion to righteousness that inspires reverence, saying: “The scenery on the other side is beautiful.”

She let go of her hand and stood up.

Chen Ping followed up and said, “Why must you go to the sky and visit Grand Virtue World? For the previous 10000 years, I have actually been in my hometown, and there is nothing to move around.”

She blinked, “Stay in Grand Virtue World? I’m afraid it will be too jealous.”

Chen Ping expression was embarrassed and shut up immediately.

She looked at Chen Ping, saw herself in his eyes, and in her own eyes, there was only him.

She smiled, took a step back, and said softly: “Go.”

Chen Ping nodded.

She turned the rainbow away, broke the sky, and went straight to the sky.

At the next moment, Chen Ping found himself on a mountain top.

The top of Tassel Mountain.

There is an old Mister standing not far away, laughing at him.

Chen Ping can’t afford it, unprecedented doesn’t know what to say.

The old scholar jumped his feet and said: “How can this be done? How is it done? The gift is too big. I am a final disciple, no matter how young, no matter how hard you are in academics, no matter how good you are to cultivate Heart, no matter how outstanding you are, no matter how outstanding you are in the world, after all, I still can’t afford this. What a great honor…”

Li Sheng stood aside, most not seeing the old scholar’s virtue of being cheap and selling good, said with a smile: “The gift is too big? Who was begging for it before.”

The old scholar rubbed his hands and said, “It’s not good to hit people without slapping them in the face, curse people without revealing shortcomings, and don’t understand the rules of ritual saints.”

Be a Mister, what you can ask for, why not ask.

The old Mister laughed and said: “Xiu Cai, your discipline, didn’t you say that yours is so handsome.”

Chen Ping straightened up, a little embarrassed.

Immediately, Chen Ping’s heart was shocked.

So before the Fourteenth Realm Great Cultivator gathered on the riverside, in the end, they didn’t even know what to discuss, so it made sense.

Old Mister un’ed, nodded said with a smile: “Smart, but smarter than imagined. That’s right. I don’t know how to read, and what do I do when I read.”

The old man laughed and said: “One person is good.”

Chen Ping hesitated, waited for a moment, and had to answer: “10000 people are exciting.”

The old man continued to ask: “Ask more?”

Chen Ping replied: “It’s OK.”

The Most Holy Master nodded with a smile, “Very good.”