The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

"Brother Liang is serious?" Huang Qinghui seemed to have grasped the last straw, stepped forward to grab his sleeve, and asked eagerly.

Liang Yan said with a chuckle: "Hehe, Qinghui girl doesn't have to be so excited. Although Liang is just a nameless person, he will not easily break his words when he asks himself what he has said."

Huang Qinghui calmed down a bit after hearing what he said.

She looked down and found that she had unknowingly pulled his sleeves, her face flushed, she let go and smiled and said: "Thank you Brother Liang for taking action. Qing Hui had doubts about you before. It's Qing Hui's fault, I am here to apologize to Brother Liang!"

"You can't talk about justice, just complete the task. It's just that if you successfully retreat from the enemy this time, I hope that your pavilion will honor the promise and make a sword for Liang."

"This is natural!" Huang Qinghui said solemnly, "If I can make the sword pavilion survive this catastrophe, I will do my best to make swords for Brother Liang!"

"Okay! Girl lead the way." Liang Yan nodded slightly and made a "please" gesture.

............

After a cup of tea, under the towering cliffs of the Zhujian Pavilion, an inconspicuous big rock suddenly moved abruptly.

The next stone rolled down, and two heads came out from it. It was indeed Liang Yan and Li Xiaosong who had traveled all the way from the secret road to this point.

"I said this kind of thing is so dangerous, so I can come by myself. What are you going to join in the fun?"

"Hey, this thing is so fun, how can I lose Komatsu? Besides, I have the fire-lacquered vines gifted by my master, maybe I can help you!" Li Xiaosong blinked and said indifferently.

Liang Yan had a headache, but he could only sigh helplessly. Having been with him for so long, Liang Yan can still understand Li Xiaosong's temper. He is definitely a man who wants to join in the fun!

But she has the fire-lacquered vine gifted by Yu Xuanji, so she doesn't need to worry too much.

Thinking of this, Liang Yan took out an octagonal compass, pinched his right hand in his sleeve to count for a while, and shouted in a low voice: "The eye of the array should be in the northwest corner, not far from here. We will fight quickly, otherwise the upper battlefield will be defeated. ."

"Don't worry, just show your fists, Komatsu, I am definitely not dragging oil bottles!" Li Xiaosong waved a small fist, looking eager to try.

Liang Yan curled his lips when he heard it, took out a vial from his sleeve, and poured out two yellow pills, which were indeed the detoxification pills from Murong Xuewei.

He handed Li Xiaosong a pill, and took another pill to himself, and immediately stepped forward and walked towards the northwest corner under the cliff.

The two did not fly with swords, but walked on foot with a reclusive atmosphere. Before long, a huge altar appeared in front of him.

The bones on the altar were spread out, and the green fire was beating on a charred corpse. In the middle of the altar, there is a green ball the size of a basin, which looks like a human heart, beating in midair.

With every beating of this heart, a thick green cloud radiated from it, and was guided by the magic circle on the altar, and finally drifted towards the battlefield on the cliff.

"This should be the eye of the Corpse Poison Array!" Liang Yan secretly said in his heart.

He glanced around and saw that under the altar, there were a dozen or so monks in green robes sitting cross-legged, most of them practicing Qi training on the fourth level. At this moment, his face was pale, his hands kept pinching the tactics, and from time to time he punched a tactic into the altar.

"Murong Xuewei is not here, it seems as she said, she is only responsible for the formation, not participating in the battle. That's good, it saves me a lot of hands and feet."

Liang Yan pinched the sword art in his right hand, and the light sword around his waist was unsheathed and lifted into the air, turning into a frosty white moon flower, and slammed it at the green-robed monks.

Those corpse cultivators, their whole body's spiritual power is maintaining the corpse poison array, and their foreheads are already sweating profusely. At this moment, I heard the sound of the wind from behind, and my hair was standing upright. Although I wanted to dodge, I couldn't move at all.

Seeing that these more than ten cultivators were about to die under Liang Yanjian, a purple light suddenly shot out from the side and hit Liang Yan's flying sword in mid-air full of arms.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword sounded, and the light sword rolled back and stopped in front of Liang Yan again. And the purple light slid around in mid-air, and it also revealed its true body, which was actually a purple wood whisk.

"Huh? There are actually two mice running down. Those people above are really a bunch of rice buckets!" A sharp voice came, and Liang Yan was startled in his heart, and quickly turned his head to look.

I saw on the huge boulder ten meters to the left, a stone about the size of a human being twisted and transformed into a figure sitting cross-legged, a tall and thin Taoist priest wearing a black crown and gossip robe. .

This man has triangular eyes, a hooked nose, a long narrow horse face, and a mole on the chin, and the mole is also covered with a beard about two inches. Although a Taoist robe is very immortal, his face is really wretched.

The monks in the early days of foundation building! Liang Yan was shocked.

"Hey, that's okay! Master Dao is getting bored, and you two juniors will send you to the door, just to let Master Dao I move my hands and feet!"

He said that he jumped off the boulder, his face was calm and calm, as if he had already regarded Liang Yan and others as fish on the chopping board.

"I didn't know that Senior was here. I really didn't intend to offend. I don't know the name of Senior?" Liang Yan bowed his hand towards the Taoist priest.

"Huh! Let the two of you know the name of the Lord, and let Er et al. be a ghost. Lord Dao, I am the lone pine layman who is famous in the southeast of the Yue Kingdom!"

"It turned out to be Senior Lone Pine, long admiration! In fact, we are the direct disciples of Yungangzong, and have nothing to do with this Zhujian Pavilion. Now the defeat of Zhujian Pavilion is determined, and I don't want to wait for this muddy water. Can seniors sell clouds? Gangzong saves face, let me wait to leave?"

"Oh? You disciples of Yungangzong~www.ltnovel.com~ also know the name of my Lone Song?" Taoist priest seemed to be interested, staring at Liang Yan and asked.

"Naturally, the name of Lone Song Dao grew up, no one knows, no one knows..."

Liang Yan slapped haha, as if he wanted to say something more. But seeing the lone pine layman suddenly raise his hand, the dust in front of him is like an electric burst, and he whistling towards the top of the altar.

boom! There was a loud noise, and the whisk hit something in midair, and then the white light appeared, revealing a silver flying sword, which was exactly the same as the fixed light sword in front of Liang Yan.

"The little doll is big, the little ghost is big, I actually counted your Daoye!" Lone Song lay his eyes, the whole popularity was booming, and the coercion of the foundation building period was unreservedly revealed.

It turns out that Liang Yan just took advantage of the skill of talking with Lone Pine, and took the opportunity to use the magical powers of the "Kizosheng" in the Xiaosancai Sword Art to separate the flying swords, and then use the magical powers of "Heaven's Change" to hide the traces of the flying swords. Not prepared, let's talk about destroying the corpse poison array in one fell swoop.

Seeing that the strategy was seen through, Liang Yan was no longer polite with him, his face gradually turned cold!