When we meet, I will take the initiative to stay away from you. If the young master is willing to ask me to do some small things, I will definitely be there without hesitation."

As he spoke, the evil cultivator kept paying attention to the white-robed young man's eyes and expression, and retreated violently.

This man was also a decisive killer. Before escaping, he crushed the black clay pot containing the ghosts on the spot, causing black smoke to fill the air.

Gecko tail docking.

A wisp of slender golden light quickly wandered among the billowing black smoke, and the eerie smoke, as thick as ink, dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But it will still take a while before these filthy black smoke can be completely eliminated.

Chen Pingan frowned, took a few steps forward, and jumped to the top of the crown of a big tree.

There was an erratic figure that turned into light gray smoke and fled quickly through the mountains and forests.

On the first day of junior high school, I had already chased him by myself.

Chen Ping'an's heart moved slightly, and Shi Fifteen followed closely behind.

Chen Pingan fell back to the ground. Before landing, he flipped his wrist in the air and changed the fairy sword belonging to the red swordsman Dou Zizhi to the normal sword-holding posture.

Although it was much heavier than the Sophora Sword, Chen Pingan always felt that it was still too light.

The burly man raised his head and looked in the direction where Lu Tai disappeared. Finally, he looked down at the iron whip in his hand and smiled miserably.

I know in my heart that I will definitely die today.

Resentment, loss, and anger are all there, emerging one by one, and then fading away in the mind.

If you live a useless and miserable life, you must die a hero once.

The strong man threw the two iron whips to the ground, and began to ask the gods for the third time. The man stamped his feet vigorously, clasped his hands together, his eye sockets were bloodshot, his face was pale, and he laughed happily and said: "Do you dare?

Wait a moment and let me have a good fight?!"

Chen Pingan casually threw away the "Infatuation" in his hand.

It passed through the heart of the burly man.

The long sword was nailed into the trunk of a big tree.

After successfully penetrating the man's heart, Chen Ping'an clearly saw the red light flowing from the sword, and it disappeared in a flash, like a hungry man having a good meal or a drunkard having a good drink.

Chen Ping'an made up his mind to find an immortal's ferry crossing or a fairy shop on the mountain to sell the sword.

That bright golden light is still working tirelessly to dissolve the black smoke.

It is indeed a top-grade magic weapon made from the long beard of the old dragon.

Two of them are already so powerful. I really don’t know how powerful the whisk in the hands of the Dragon Master and the old Taoist who hangs upside down on the mountain must be.

Chen Pingan put away his thoughts, hesitated for a moment, went to retrieve the long sword, picked up a branch as thick as an arm, sharpened it with the sword, then silently dug several large pits, and dug the swordsman in red and the burly man into the ground.

He and the two disciples of the formation master were buried in it respectively, and finally they were covered with soil, trying to cover up the traces as much as possible so that no clues would be seen by people passing by accidentally.

Chen Ping'an sat on a high branch, patiently waiting for the fifteenth day of the lunar month and Lu Tai's return.

Put the "Infatuated Heart" with the scabbard on your lap casually.

In the distance, the black smoke of ghosts is entangled with the golden light but retreating steadily. Although it has long lost its spiritual intelligence, it is afraid of death and wants to live, even the dead ghosts are no exception.

Suddenly, a large column of billowing black smoke wanted to leave this place and flee elsewhere to wreak havoc on the mountains and rivers.

Suddenly I remembered that there was a castle in the distance.

If you are a Jianghu person who is not familiar with magic, you may be in trouble.

Chen Ping'an stood up with his sword in hand. He first looked around to make sure there was nothing strange, and then he poured the true meaning of his soul into the golden wine of the robe. In an instant, a misty Dharma form that was more than ten feet tall appeared. His face was blurry, but the golden light was clear.

Appearing in the air between heaven and earth, standing erect, just in front of blocking the black smoke, he rolled up his sleeves and pocketed those ghosts into his sleeves. The ghosts made a crackling sound like entering a thunder pond, and soon they all disappeared.

Chen Ping'an sat back down, his face white and he had a splitting headache.

Revealing the golden wine of the robe without any reservation this time took up a whole breath of his energy, and there were signs that it would be difficult to continue.

If you are fighting against someone, it is best not to use this method easily unless absolutely necessary. Once the opponent has an unexpected ability to save his life, Chen Ping'an will be able to kill him with both hands.

But to be honest, the feeling of wandering outside the world, as if the soul is traveling far away from the body, is extremely mysterious.

Standing high and overlooking the mountains and rivers.

Chen Pingan stretched out his fingers and gently twisted the corners of the robe. It was soft and delicate, and felt cool and refreshing. After a life-and-death fight, he was mainly worried and almost exhausted his energy. Chen Pingan was a little sleepy at the moment, leaning against the trunk of a big tree.

, start to close your eyes and rest your mind.

After about half a stick of incense, Chen Pingan calmed down and his breathing became smooth again.

Chen Ping'an's wrist was tied with a golden knot made from a refined demon-binding rope.

Soon, a splendid white rainbow and faint green light flew back, as fast as lightning. Although the two flying swords were extremely small, the two flowing fireflies stretched out for more than ten feet, which was still very dazzling. Two by two, they entered the sword gourd.

Feel their thoughts coming from the sword-raising gourd.

He should have successfully killed the enemy.

Chen Pingan felt relieved.

The fifteenth day of the lunar month was the first time I had been away from Chen Pingan for so long.

But this also leads to the conclusion that these wild cultivators may not be as good at killing enemies as the disciples of the Immortal family, but they are all very proficient in running for their lives.

Isn't that the case for me?

Since there was nothing to do, Chen Ping'an began to sit down and practice sword furnace stake setting.

Carrying a sword is a spiritual practice, and dressing up is also a spiritual practice.

The golden wine in the robe that once accompanied an immortal for hundreds or even thousands of years is a small paradise for Qi practitioners, where spiritual energy can be gathered.

But for a pure martial artist, Jin Li is of course still a rare amulet, but it also has some small troubles, that is, it needs to resist the spiritual energy that constantly relies on Jin Li. After all, a pure martial artist must be resolute and disperse the energy from the beginning.

Only when the spiritual energy in the house can be said to be pure, can one be considered to have embarked on the path of martial arts.

In Daoxuan Mountain, due to the abundant spiritual energy there, it is more difficult to resist. After leaving the treasure-eating whale, walking in the mountains and forests becomes much more relaxed and comfortable. After all, in ordinary mountainous places, the spiritual energy is weak and can be ignored in most cases.

Chen Pingan waited for nearly an hour. Lu Tai walked swaggeringly in the mountains and forests and rushed towards Chen Pingan. He was covered in dust, but fortunately there was no trace of blood.

And it looks like a person who has returned home with a full load.

As he walked towards the big tree where Chen Ping'an was, he casually put the many formation flags left by the old formation master around in his sleeves. Lu Tai asked curiously: "You have a heart of a Bodhisattva, so why can't you let the corpse be exposed to the sun and gnawed by wild beasts?

They deserve to be peeled off and pecked by flying birds. Why do you pity these gangsters?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I don't pity them. I just care about the matter of 'it is better for people to die and to be buried in peace'."

Lu Tai shook his head, too lazy to think about it, and suddenly turned around and ran to the "grave" with the heaviest smell of blood. He asked Chen Ping'an about the approximate location where the dead people were buried. Lu Tai then swore that he would refill the soil later, no.

When Chen Pingan nodded in agreement, Lu Tai had already slapped the dust away with his palm. He ran over and started picking up the corpse. Even the two disciples of the old formation master were not spared. It was very difficult.

Imagine that such a guy who likes rouge, gouache, blush and dark eyebrows can do this kind of grave digging, so skillfully and without any psychological burden.

Lutai is inevitably stained with blood and soil, but with the magic weapon of the colorful silk rope wrapped around his arms, his whole body will soon be combed and cleaned. The magic weapon of the fairy family has all kinds of wonderful functions, which is unbelievable.

Lu Tai babbled alone there, "You are a martial arts master after all, but you are such a poor ghost! Look, this is a square inch of Ma Wanfa, with mountains of gold and silver inside. Look at you again, you really deserve it

So ashamed to live and die again.”

"Oh, I'm not talking about you. Compared with your master, the little possessions you have are really shabby. Only this stack of banknotes has solved our urgent need. We go shopping down the mountain and give people snow and spend money. The store wants to beat them up.

of……"

"You two miserable mandarin ducks. When you are reincarnated as human beings in your next life, remember to find a better master. Even if your skills are poor, don't look for someone like this again."

Chen Ping'an did not disturb Lu Tai's busy work.

Just looking at that back figure, I felt strange.

Finally, the land platform was filled with soil again, and I clapped my hands and looked at the flat ground, feeling somewhat satisfied.

"The mastermind behind the scenes is dead, everything will be fine!"
Chapter completed!