Xie Gou held the sable hat and slowed down, and said, "It's okay, just treat it as a refining heart, which is also a good thing."

Xie Gou seems to be underestimating the hidden dangers to help Zhusu eliminate hidden dangers, but it is not easy to do so. After all, it is still the current level is low and annoying!

The old master of Qingqiu saw this scene from afar. Her eyes were playful. Bai Jing, a sword cultivator who had been determined to be alone in the past, is now very humane.

If she only looked at the practitioners in the capital, just their Taoist heart and cultivation methods, she really wanted to say that learning Taoists nowadays is really useless. Either ugly women imitate or parrot to learn to speak out.

The snow-white divine platform hanging high in the sky, the ancient witch probably finally had no stop to stop and finally became less one-sided.

The thunderous waves were all caused by the turbulence of the martial arts fist, just like an ancient thunder giant beating a drum.

The higher the power of Tao, the more you can feel the powerful pressure of the boxing in the sky. The old master of Qingqiu couldn't help but sigh, it was all based on human power.

After all, Zhu Su is not a master of martial arts. Judging from the situation on the arena, she always looks at the flowers in the fog, and there is a layer of space.

She asked in her heart: "The mountain master is a martial artist at the eleventh level, and he still fights with the other party so well?"

Xie Gou rolled his eyes and said, "What kind of virtue is our mountain master? You don't know."

Zhu Su smiled and said, "I beg Senior Bai Jing to solve the problem."

Seeing that she didn't seem to be pretending to be stupid, Xie Gou had to explain: "Sword cultivators, Taoism, and martial artists all value the word "purity". Asking about the two sides of the boxing team respect each other and appreciate each other. Of course, the mountain master also has the idea of ​​stealing the ancient martial arts. He always wants to make the other party feel refreshed, come on stage, and leave vigorously."

Zhusu nodded and suddenly said, "I understand."

The girl with a sable hat returned to the top of the city, and her slender figure was like a cat with a raccoon flower, and the cat was in the middle of two pheasants.

The old master of Qingqiu smiled and said, "Why is this female sword fairy so careless? Could it be that the immortal realm of the Great Wall of Sword Qi is so careless?"

Xie Gou glanced at him and said nothing.

The old master of Qingqiu immediately changed his words and said, "Actually this is the right thing. Those who are used to looking at life and death will always be careless about things. I think that because of this, those who survived are those who are careful people like you and me."

In the Battle of Chongtian, the sword cultivators suffered heavy casualties. Is it because they have low killing power? Is it because they are not large enough?

Do they not understand the principle that the White Bone Taoist can live longer?

Xie Gou nodded, and it was like a human word. She took out a bag of wedding candies from her sleeve. Xie Gou took out two of them herself, and threw the other bags to the old owner of Qingqiu, "This is called wedding candies, try it."

The old master of Qingqiu hesitated for a moment, chose the Yin God to travel far away, and changed into a beautiful figure. He reached out to catch the embroidered bag, and sincerely praised, "What a delicate bag."

Xie Gou glared and said, "If you don't eat candy, you will pay it back to me."

The old master of Qingqiu shook his head and said with a smile: "I dare not eat wedding candy, for fear of being pensive by Bai Jing's sister, so I am reluctant to return the bag."

She raised her hand and looked at the embroidery bag. Haha, this is the first thing she has succeeded after coming to the brand new world. Wedding candy? A good omen.

The Longquan Sword Sect is far away from the land of right and wrong.

Liu Xianyang had already left the Youyi Peak Temple with his sword and went to the Wuhua Palace on the top of the Zhuhai Peak. He sat upright on the cushion, folded his hands on his abdomen, and seemed to sleep but not sleep, and was about to hand out a sword in his dream.

She Yue, who was protecting the pass outside, didn't say anything you just asked Zheng Juzhong about the big truths of the Three Swords that you need to take good care of yourself, and you won't be able to catch the right thing. Since Chen Ping'an has the upper hand, you, Liu Xianyang, don't need to add icing on the cake.

There is no such reason for her, whether she and her Taoist partner Liu Xianyang, or Liu Xianyang and her close friend Chen Ping'an.

On the other side of Huanghu Mountain, the fish are both good and accurate, and Liu Cha caught two big bluefish in one go. He was full of ambition and was in a very happy mood.

Carrying the fish on his shoulders, he hung the fish on the bamboo pole that was drying clothes. The bamboo pole that was bent into a half-month arc creaked. Liu Cha clapped his hands, but unfortunately he was not in the downtown area, which was less meaning.

Liu Cha reached out and drove the sword on the wall inside the house, held it in his hand casually, rose up from the ground, turned into a rainbow light, and went to the capital of Dali. Liu Cha planned to watch the excitement first before making a decision. If he really needed to draw a sword, it would be considered as abiding by the agreement. In this world, whether it is a human or a demon, should he be killed or not, the swordsman Liu Cha had his own conclusion in his heart.

The sword light suddenly turned in the air. Liu Cha went to Zhusu and settled down on the cliff. After watching the battle situation for a while, he said, "It seems that he shouldn't have come."

Zhu Su laughed in her heart and said, "The next mountain is the martial artist Cao Ci and the sword immortal Xu Jun. She is a new ascension and very responsible."

Liu Cha said calmly: "I am just falling into the realm, and my eyes are not blind. A sword cultivator in the realm of Ascension can still be seen."

Zhu Su choked for a moment.

Liu Cha was silent for a moment and said, "Congratulations on breaking the realm."

Zhu Su clasped her fists and returned the favor, and smiled and said, "I heard that you recognize Aliang or a good friend?"

Unexpectedly, Liu Cha said directly, "I don't know you, I won't drink with the dog's deskmate."

Zhu Su had to remain silent again.

Liu Cha glanced at the hill next door, which was exactly the same as Zhu Su. He was not very concerned about Xu Jun, a sword immortal who was a sword cultivator in the Ascension Realm. He looked more at the martial artist Cao Ci in white. He had to admit that in terms of appearance and demeanor, Cao Ci was really a top-notch figure in the world.

Cao Ci noticed Liu Cha's sight and took the initiative to bow to him.

Liu Cha nodded and greeted him.

Of course, Xu Xie knew very well who Cao Ci was.

The monk Haoran always despises the martial arts more than fears, let alone respect them? The Taoist in the mountains and the monks of genealogy occasionally moves the content of their conversations from discussion of the Tao to the skill of fist and foot, and the name "Cao Ci" is always unavoidable.

However, no one in the world would underestimate the martial arts man Cao Ci.

Watching the fun at the foot of the mountain is at most a discussion of whether the martial artist’s tricks are exquisite and uncommon. You can see some tricks on the side of the mountain. Only the monks on the top of the mountain will know one thing. Cao Ci’s martial arts are of great significance to the world.

But after witnessing Chen Ping'an's martial arts with his own eyes, Xu Xie looked at Cao Ci again and then had a different state of mind.

Facing Chen Ping'an, he won four consecutive boxing matches! How did you, Cao Ci, do it?

Cao Ci seemed to notice Xu Xie's thoughts and explained: "We first met at the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Chen Ping'an was not very good at martial arts at that time, but he was very resilient and had a pure attitude towards boxing. He would first assume that he would lose, and then ask boxing. No matter what tricks he learned from me, or he could take the opportunity to temper his body spirit and improve one or two flaws. In this way, losing boxing is winning boxing."

"Of course, Cao Ci is his imaginary enemy on the road of martial arts, but his biggest imaginary enemy is himself."

"Chen Ping'an firmly believes that all his 'toms' are stronger than 'the self of today'. Therefore, under the guidance of this mentality, he can lose to anyone including Cao Ci, but he does not allow himself to waste his time and experience a moment of slackness."

"This kind of Chen Ping'an is also a good thing for Cao Ci, and an invisible spur. Just like every time I turn my head, I can see a person who practices boxing in a not far away without saying a word, once, twice, and three times. Over time, Cao Ci doesn't have to look back, and will force himself to work harder."

Hearing this, Xu Xu agreed and smiled and joked, "Just like a family in the officialdom, the children of aristocratic families and poor children of the same year of the imperial examination, the latter is relatively affordable."

Cao Ci thought for a while and said, "The metaphor of Xu Jun is not that appropriate."

Xu Xie said: "I heard my preacher mentioned the martial arts of the world before, saying that a pure martial artist should have the spirit of thinking of going to heaven with his hair bun. I didn't understand it at that time, but now I understand it a little."

Cao Ci nodded and said, "The more you go up the martial arts, the closer you are to the top of the mountain, there are very few fellow practitioners around you. The more you need to pay attention to the nature of a martial artist, and you need to dare to speak, think, and act and take responsibility."

Xu Xie said: "The same is true for the road to practicing Taoism."

Cao Ci gathered the sounds into a line and said in a secret voice: "After my master traveling to the Great Wall of Sword Qi, he took me back to the Central Earth God Island. During this period, she wanted to ask Mr. Zheng, but Mr. Zheng did not agree."

Xu Xie nodded, and had indeed heard of this story on the mountain.

Cao Ci said: "But Mr. Zheng has commented on some of the martial arts qualifications in his eyes."

Xu Xie said curiously: "Can you tell Mr. Zheng what the specific content of the comment is?"

As long as you mention Zheng Juzhong, talk about the city lord Zheng, or say Mr. Zheng, you will always be careful to sail the ship for thousands of years and keep it in a wrong way.

Cao Ci slowly said Zheng Juzhong's comment, which involved the talent of a martial arts practitioner.

"Cao Ci is the nine people in the sky, the Lin Master of Qingming is the eight people in the sky, and the eight people in the sky, and Zhang Tiaoxia is the seven people in the sky."

"The first ancestor of the military strategist Jiang She is five people in heaven."

"The Peach Blossoms and Xie Shiji are the four and six heavens, the white lotus in the Qingshen Dynasty is the three and seven heavens, the white jade and Jiang Zhaomo are the two and eight heavens, and Chen Ping'an is the one and nine heavens."

On the God Platform.

Wearing the last piece of broken Zhanshuo Mai, the ancient witch knelt on one knee and vomited blood.

His vision was blurred, and he still tried his best to raise his head and glanced in the distance.

Just like an old man who is about to die, facing the arrival of death calmly, it will be a joyful depressing without grief.

This martial arts performance without outsiders has been used all the time in ancient Wu’s life, and it can be said to be a pleasure.

The other party also let the ancient witch appreciate the new martial arts ten thousand years later. How to be unique in the muscles and bones, how to open a unique boxing posture, a martial arts show is like a martial arts book, explaining the exquisiteness of the pure true energy operation today, what is my god, the temple.

The ancient witch grinned and nodded with the man, as if she was saying a word, "Good fist, I lost."

But the ancient witch still struggled to stand up, shaking, her body, soul and soul were at the end of her strength, and she could no longer gather a breath of true energy. However, he still learned from the standing posture of the man in blue, slowly lifted up a palm with no flesh and blood, leaving behind white bones, and blood soaked her sleeves, and her trembling palm stretched forward.
Chapter completed!