The Yellow River of Fengxue Temple, carrying the sword box on its back, slowly returns to the tall building.

On the other side of Zhengyang Mountain, people began to rush to rescue Su Jia.

Li Tuanjing put his hands behind his back and smiled.

Even if I only have my last breath left, I will still strangle your Zhengyang Mountain neck. Even if your bones will be taken away from Fenglei Garden by my disciples and grandchildren, I will still not be happy at all.

Take a look.

Three hundred years ago, if you betrayed my sincerity, I would teach you that the entire Zhengyang Mountain would not be able to hold your head up for three hundred years.

You have made those juniors from the mountain sect who were lucky enough to become sword immortals to have no shame in holding a celebration. They can only hide in the sea of ​​clouds on the top of the mountain and sigh.

Even if I am going to die now, so what?

Are you satisfied now?

Li Tuanjing recovered his thoughts, turned around and walked towards the stairs going downstairs, patting the railings lightly with his palms.

Li Tuanjing walked to the next floor and came to a young man.

Liu Baqiao finally waited until the war was over, his lips trembling.

Li Tuanjing smiled and said: "Baqiao, seeing the woman you love being humiliated, watching her sword heart collapse, because the enemy camp was unable to save her, and feeling the same pain, can't help it, isn't it hard?"

Liu Baqiao suddenly came to his senses and was about to jump off the railing, but Li Tuanjing reached out to stop him, "Just sit down."

Liu Baqiao said guiltily: "The owner of the garden..."

Li Tuanjing smiled and said: "It's okay, it's okay. I just fell in love with a woman I shouldn't like. It's nothing. The sky won't fall. There's no need to feel guilty about it."

Liu Baqiao didn't know how to answer. He didn't want to say deceptive words against his will, and he felt ashamed of his sect and the owner of the garden.

Li Tuanjing asked: "Su Jia has been in ruins since then. It is estimated that the sword gourd will be taken away by Zhengyang Mountain. Once the sword heart is destroyed, the spirit of this fairy who originally made you kids feel ashamed will collapse."

Now, she will no longer be a fairy, maybe even worse than a registered female cultivator in Zhengyang Mountain. Baqiao, I just want to know, will you still like her?"

Liu Baqiao sobbed: "I've loved it all my life. Garden owner, am I hopeless?"

Li Tuanjing sighed: "Silly boy, you are very good."

"Then just keep liking it like this. But don't delay your sword practice. You must know that you have always been a person I like very much, no worse than Huang He. I didn't tell you this before because it was useless. The reason why I can tell you now

Yes, it’s because there is no chance in the future.”

Liu Baqiao turned his head and said, "The owner of the garden?"

Li Tuanjing suddenly asked: "Practice your sword well, and try to bury my bones with that one in the future. Baqiao, if the wind and water turn around, Zhengyang Mountain will be in full swing at that time, crushing our Fenglei Garden."

How should you act like a person with your tail on your back?"

Liu Baqiao no longer had the shame or courage to sit on the railing and stood in the corridor, solemnly saying: "Sword cultivators, of course, use swords to reason."

Li Tuanjing joked: "Hey, it looks like me when I was young."

Then Li Tuanjing looked into the distance and said with a smile: "Remember, between men and women, this method will not work. From now on, don't think that you are good at swordsmanship and just do it like this. When talking to the woman you love, you still have to..."

"Be gentle, you still need to say some love words."

Li Tuanjing turned his head and looked at the retreat disciple Huang He who was walking slowly from the stairs.

Looking at the two young men, the strongest ten-level qi practitioner in Aquarius Continent smiled casually and said: "After my death, Fenglei Garden will be left to you two to shoulder the responsibility."

Huang He looked indifferent, "Master, I am enough."

Liu Baqiao said with a playful smile: "This is a good relationship. Those who can do more work, so I don't need to shoulder the burden."

Li Tuanjing laughed heartily and pointed at the Yellow River, "The sword cultivator has infinite killing power and is famous all over the world. It belongs to you."

Then he turned his finger to Liu Baqiao, "The swordsmanship is so chic and unrestrained, the wine and the beauty are yours."

Li Tuanjing finally said leisurely: "In short, they all belong to our Fenglei Garden."

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On the Kun ship heading to Nanjian Kingdom, the burly man next to the woman sarcastically said: "Except for the black-clothed swordsman who appeared at the end, who is somewhat capable, the other three battles were average. If we put them all together,

Luzhou, how can you have the nerve to put on such a big show?"

The woman nodded and smiled: "That sword gourd is really good. I wonder if I have a chance to buy it."

The old grandma who stood with her hands in awe smiled and said, "Madam, all you have to do is tell me your house number, and it won't be difficult to win the sword-raising gourd."

In the seat on the far left, the old man in a Confucian shirt wearing a mink hat really couldn't stand the noise from the next door and the endless instructions. Ever since the first battle, those guys nearby have been nitpicking, saying something doesn't work here and that doesn't work.

Annoyed to death, the old man tilted his head and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, "The swordsmanship of the three of them is not comparable to that of our Ju Luzhou swordsmen, but the three battles were fought with high spirits and full of fun.

What else do you want?"

The tall man said sternly: "Is this old guy looking for death?"

The old man sneered and said: "So what if I'm looking for death? Why don't we make a life-or-death arrangement and let others watch the fun in Fenglei Garden and Zhengyang Mountain? If we lose, I'll admit defeat. If we win, I'll fuck your concubine for the third time."

How about three days and three nights?"

Don't nag, just do what you say.

The polite and cowardly man next to the woman became the troubled peacemaker, "If you have something to say, say it well, say it well... We are all from Juluzhou when we are away from home, so why should we hurt our harmony..."

The tall and thin woman with a shriveled figure, instead of getting angry, turned her head to look with interest and said with a smile: "It's a pity that you are a bit old. I guess your waist is too old to withstand my mother's repeated tossing. Fighting under the bed."

Fighting in bed is very different. Right, old bacon?"

"I bother!"

The old man spat again, "Don't say it's you, you bamboo pole bitch, I'll do it with you, that pretty boy!"

Chen Pingan was stunned when he heard this.

Why does it feel like I'm back in Mud Bottle Lane and Xinghua Lane?

The young swordsman on the far right turned his head and said impatiently: "If you want to fight, then fight quickly. Stop gossiping and don't dirty our ears!"

Well, here comes another bad-tempered one. Instead of breaking up the fight, he only adds fuel to the fire.

Chen Ping'an has a headache. Could it really be a fight?

The female swordsman with her hair in a bun with a small sword was indifferent to this. She just raised her head and looked at the scroll, seeming to be recalling the spirit and spirit contained in the three deadly battles.

Fortunately, the captain who had dealt with Wei Bo before walked over with a smile and glanced at everyone, starting with the old man in a scholar's shirt. Every time he saw someone, he clasped his fists and called out a title: "Mr. Jian Weng, Qing Weng."

Madam Gu, Mr. Hulu, can you give me some face and forget it for today?"

It doesn't matter if the three parties don't want to sell the ship owner's face, or even sell some thin noodles to Dajioshan, but when the ship owner gives three simple names, things become simple.

The old man in Confucian shirt nicknamed Sword Urn is an extremely famous weird sword cultivator in the south of Julu Continent. His level is not too high, he is in the Golden Core realm and he has no family or sect, but he is good at raising swords in ancient urns and often helps him for free.

He cultivates the sword in the middle five realms and nourishes the flying sword, so he makes friends all over the world.

Mrs. Qinggu is not a sword cultivator, but she has a godfather who is a tenth-level swordsman who is extremely protective of her children. She also possesses an extremely unreasonable magic weapon. In addition, the woman herself is also a seventh-level martial arts master, proficient in close range.

Fighting in person, the reputation is illustrious.

As for the young swordsman whose surname is Hu Lv, he is even more famous in Juluzhou, and he has no other branches.

There is an ancestor of the Yupu Realm in the family who is a land swordsman. He is one of the swordsmen who led the team to Daoxuan Mountain before. He has an upright personality and is a close friend of Yizhou Taoist Xie Shi. The current head of the Hulu family is

The Grand Governor of one of the largest dynasties in the eastern part of Juluzhou was a weak scholar who had no power to tie a chicken due to his innate inability to practice. However, he ended up with 300,000 soldiers and nearly a thousand sword cultivators under his command. He had the "Thousand Swords"

"Handsome" reputation.

It’s not that Dajiu Mountain is afraid of three parties. It’s not that it’s strong enough to compete with the Hulu family, but it’s so far away that it’s beyond reach. As for Mrs. Qinggu, who likes to raise faces, and Mr. Jianweng, a casual cultivator, Dajiu Mountain

Of course, we are not afraid of mountains, but the visitor is a guest, so there is no reason to make enemies when doing business.

The old man groaned, leaned forward, leaned out, turned to look at the young swordsman, and asked loudly: "Young man named Hu Lu, who are you, Hu Lu Yinzi?"

The young swordsman said angrily: "This is my brother-in-law. He has been in seclusion for many years. Do you know him?"

The old man slapped his leg and said, "Haha, when Hulu Yinzi was young, he was so boring that he went to a brothel for the first time and I took him there! After that, he followed me every day for three days.

Later, I only heard that there are people in the world who are prostitutes like your brother-in-law. I have lived to a lot of years and I have only met one person in my life!"

The young swordsman's face turned red, and he quickly and carefully glanced at the female swordsman next to him. After seeing nothing strange, he relaxed slightly and said righteously to the bad old man: "My brother-in-law is not this kind of person!"

The old man in a scholar's shirt rolled his eyes, "I and your brother-in-law have a real friendship that helps each other push each other's butts. You know nothing!"

The young swordsman was struck by lightning.

The female swordsman finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

The old man laughed and said: "Wow, you are such a fierce little woman. Come on, your boy will suffer a lot."

The young swordsman knew that something was going to happen, but he just didn't have time to warn him.

The female swordsman's face was as cold as ice, "If you speak rudely and uncontrollably, I will smash your dog teeth!"

Used to tie up black hair, the already extremely small "hairpin" flying sword has no edge and is exquisite and slender.

But as soon as it left the black hair on the master's head, the tail of the sword bloomed with a bright white light, and the trajectory of the flying sword stretched out an extremely long dazzling white line in the air.

Flying swords in the world are known for their swiftness and difficulty in defense, but this woman's small sword is even faster than expected.

too fast!
To be continued...