Liu Xianyang glanced at the Bamboo Emperor and wondered if this guy would scold his mother if he knew the truth.

"Even if the Bamboo Emperor was 90% sure and told himself that he could not believe it, as long as he was not 100% sure, he would rather give up a mountain protector to worship him. It sounds unreasonable, but in fact it is not surprising, because

This is the reason why the Bamboo Emperor can sit in that place and chat with me, so as long as he sits here today, even if another person talks to me, he will definitely make the same choice. Of course, this is not the same as you asking the sword to climb the mountain too quickly

, and the ferry boats traveling too much across the peaks, actually it all has something to do with it. Otherwise, I would be the only one in the Patriarch Hall, spitting everywhere, scratching my lips, and drinking more tea would be useless."

The two peak masters of Bo Yun Peak and Pian Pian Peak, Old Sword Immortal, have already arrived at Jianding Peak.

Liu Xianyang actually had an average impression of so-called pure sword cultivators such as Bo Yunfeng and Pian Yingfeng, neither bad nor good.

It’s not bad because he didn’t hesitate to draw his sword on the battlefield of Aquarius Continent.

It's not good, because as a sword cultivator, I have never been to the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

The Aquarius Island monks have gone from being the most useless group of immortal masters on the mountain to becoming the most qualified cultivators in the world. Therefore, hundreds of schools of Qi practitioners and wild cultivators in the mountains and rivers are now very

I rarely look up to the monks from other continents, but I admire the sword cultivators from Luzhou in the north the most. They travel south with their swords, dare to kill and fight, and will die when they dare. Bai Shang, the first person in the north, Li Cai from Duckweed Sword Lake, Tai Cai

Huang Tong, the Patriarch of the Hui Sword Sect, comes from the White Bone Sword Immortal Pu Juan of the Ghost Valley... Who is not a sword Immortal whose sword shines across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and can make the night as bright as day?

But the Aquarius Island monks who live in a corner don't really care about one thing, because they admire Beiju Luzhou the most, especially those sword cultivators, all of them are domineering, even the king of heaven and I are not afraid, and they dare to use swords against anyone.

There is only one place I admire, and that place is called the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

And with a local sword cultivator resisting a great wall of sword energy that has existed in the world for ten thousand years, even the group of sword cultivators who have a bad opinion of someone have to admit one thing. Fortunately, this someone is one of their own.

And this person is the friend who asked Jian Zhengyang Mountain together with Liu Xianyang.

Liu Xianyang gnawed on fruits.

Situ Wenying, you can actually take a step later and take a closer look.

Liu Xianyang stretched out his hand to twist the handkerchief that blocked his nose, then raised his hand, waved it vigorously, and greeted an upper-level fifth-level monk in the distance with a smile: "City Lord Xu of Qingfeng City, it seems like this is the first time we have met.

Hello, my name is Liu Xianyang, and I am very familiar with your wife and son. Chen Ping'an has already told you about the ancestral warts of my family. Don't worry, City Master Xu, that's what I mean.

Since it is a transaction, even if the price is not very fair, it is still a transaction after all. I recognized it then and I recognize it now."

Xu Hun turned to look at the young swordsman who could not tell the seriousness of his injury. He said nothing and had nothing to talk to Liu Xianyang.

Liu Xianyang saw that he was pretending to be deaf and dumb. Why, everyone is a Jade Pu Realm monk. Just because you are not a sword cultivator, you can look down on others?

Liu Xianyang was so angry that he clicked his tongue and said, "Did Chen Ping'an forget to remind you that you'd better not climb the mountain today, or do you think I can no longer hand the sword over here?"

In an instant, on the bank of a long river, Xu Hun instantly put on his armor and performed his natal magic, like a god standing on the earth. In just a blink of an eye, Xu Hun was horrified to find that the mountains and rivers were changing, and he was in an unknown place.

The famous battlefield, looking up, is surrounded by golden-armored gods whose feet are already as high as mountains. They step on the earth, and mountains like mounds are being opened wantonly with every step. These ancient gods seem to be forming a formation to charge, making Xu Hun

He looked extremely small. Just to avoid those footsteps, Xu Hun had to tighten his heartstrings and control his body to keep flying. During this period, he was swept by a towering god's kick. Xu Hun, who could not avoid it, found that he was still standing where he was, but his soul was still there.

It was like being pulled out and dragged away. The astonishing tearing feeling made Xu Hun, who was wearing a wart armor, feel heart-wrenching pain and difficulty breathing. This military strategist was famous for his huge killing power.

The monk had no choice but to use an escape technique as a last resort. After that, every time the gods stepped on the earth, the earth trembled, and his soul was swaying, as if he was being cooked and refined in a furnace...

Xu Hun knew who the real enemy was, so he tried his best to use his magical powers to observe Liu Xianyang's movements, but the other party did not deliberately hide his traces at all. On the ground, Liu Xianyang was able to step lightly on the passing gods at will.

On his shoulders, and even on his head, the young swordsman always had a smile on his face, as if he was condescending, overlooking the world, looking at Xu Hun, who had to hide in the earth.

Liu Xianyang smiled and said: "This war armor that blinded our old Liu family was in vain. If I were to wear it, I would be able to travel far and wide for at least a thousand years."

Xu Hun just wanted to speak.

Liu Xianyang had already snapped his fingers, and as if the entire long river of time had stagnated, a golden-armored god stepped on the earth with both feet, or touched the bottom with one foot, and raised one foot high. On the earth, there was that big

The demon corpses are just flowing with blood, just like the turbulent river rolling away, the weapons of the gods are broken and scattered, and the golden light stretches for thousands of miles... In this still picture of the heaven and earth vision, Liu Xianyang's figure falls to the ground, lightly

Stomping his feet lightly, he said: "Xu Hun, how about we make a deal? Just follow the rules of your Qingfeng City, okay?"

Xu Hun knew what this little bastard was talking about, he wanted to hand over his armor that had been refined into his own destiny!

Liu Xianyang smiled and said: "It's okay to have opinions. I don't have any mountain-moving sages around me to help protect the formation. I have to take you to a few more battlefield sites. They are all old friends. Thank you. Uncle Liu is a broad-minded person.

The word "er Tie" means kindness."

An old debt that had already been settled, but you Xu Hun insisted on climbing the mountain, and you thought I, Liu Xianyang, was blind, could I really not see that wart armor?! There is no old mountain god who bullies people like you.

Liu Xianyang couldn't help but lead Xu Hun through ancient battlefields one after another, going upstream and farther and farther, and then the Lord of Qingfeng City saw a god who should have fallen long ago, one of the twelve highest positions.

The god is hanging high in the sky, just because the god is so huge that Xu Hun can see the whole image of the god when he raises his head, a pair of divine golden eyes, a strict appearance, shining golden light, and a figure as big as a star hanging in the sky

.

The god just moved its head slightly, and the atmosphere of the avenue shifted like stars. It frowned slightly, as if it had seen an ant that dared to run around in the long river of time.

Just being suppressed by the aura of the avenue, Xu Hun was already bleeding from all his orifices in an instant, and countless tiny tear marks appeared on his body and soul. Xu Hun could no longer care about anything and shouted loudly: "Liu Xianyang, save me!"

Liu Xianyang sat cross-legged on the canopy, shook his head and said: "But you don't have a friend like Chen Ping'an around you, who will save you?"

Xu Hun's Taoist heart was almost broken. Even if he was faced with an immortal monk, he would not be so desperate. He shouted at the top of his voice: "Liu Xianyang, give me back your Hao Zi Jia!"

Unexpectedly, Liu Xianyang twitched his lips and said, "Since I have sold it to you, I have no intention of buying it back."

Liu Xianyang held his chin with one hand and watched from a distance as a high-ranking god in charge of the various divisions of the Lei Department blasted Xu Hun's conjoined body and soul with five thunderbolts.

Of course, the injury that Xu Hun suffered was like the passage of time that had to span thousands of years. It was greatly reduced. Maybe not even one out of ten could be saved? Anyway, Liu Xianyang himself sleepwalked in ancient times, taking every step carefully, and he was careful enough. So far, he has not really learned anything.

The most dangerous killing power of a high-ranking god was when the higher-ranking god just glanced at him casually, and then Uncle Liu was forced to fall out of his dream and lie in bed obediently for several months.

The old master Chen Chun'an, who carried the sun and the moon on his shoulders, once chatted on the edge of the cliff. He and Liu Xianyang, who had not yet recognized his identity at that time, said with a smile that the long river of time was like a rope with countless dead knots, and there were countless knots.

The ants are walking on it, life and death, and the flow is uncertain. Maybe the so-called pure freedom means who can leave that rope?

On the top of the sword, several old swordsmen noticed something strange, and then Qingfeng City Xu Hun's whole body bloomed like a flower of blood. He staggered, leaned back, fell to the ground, and then got up with difficulty, and saw

Taking a look at Liu Xianyang, who was still sitting calmly behind the desk, his figure was swaying, and Xu Hun actually used the wind to leave the top of the sword.

Xia Yuancui no longer dared to pretend to be asleep. While all the attention was on Xu Chen, the old swordsman stood up like a carp, landed on the ground, and stood behind Yan Chu.

Yan Zhanglu immediately moved two steps laterally, took another step back, and stood side by side with Uncle Xia.

Liu Xianyang said to himself: "I am still kind."

Finding a lot of eyes coming towards him, Liu Xianyang slapped the table and said angrily: "What are you looking at? The road on the top of the sword is uneven. City Lord Xu fell to the ground by himself. You are all different. You only know how to watch a show. You are the only one."

Do you blame me for not helping you?"

Liu Xianyang covered his face and nose with his hands, quickly raised his head, pulled open two pieces of handkerchief again, blocked the nosebleed respectively, then immersed himself in eating melon, and continued to squint at the excitement.

That night, Liu Xianyang and his friends were lying on wicker chairs respectively. The guy next to him put his hands on his sleeves and said that it was not very interesting for us to ask how many people we could kill with swords. Let the sword immortals in Zhengyang Mountain,

It might be more interesting to turn against one another, ask each other for swords, and cut people's hearts to pieces.

Don't worry, when the time comes, the one who will be hit with the most swords will definitely be that old beast.

Yuan Zhenye has served as a mountain protector for Zhengyang Mountain for thousands of years. He has worked hard and is second to none in terms of merit and hard work. He has moved mountains and peaks and protected the mountain for thousands of years. He has defeated waves of powerful enemies in the open and dark.

He still had to do the dirty work in private, and finally, in full view of the public, on top of a celebration that was supposed to be infinitely beautiful, he ended up in a situation where everyone was betrayed and separated from his relatives.

At that time, Liu Xianyang turned sideways and asked curiously, do you hate Yuan Zhenye so much?

In fact, it stands to reason that although Chen Ping'an does hold grudges, he doesn't have to be so flawless and calculated to protect and worship a talented person.

Chen Pingan was silent for a moment, shook his head, nodded again, then smiled brightly, and gave Liu Xianyang an unexpected and reasonable answer. It was indeed what Chen Pingan would say and do.

"It almost killed you back then, so I started to hold grudges from the first day I learned boxing. I must let that beast die both physically and mentally!"

One wave after another

Get up again.

The head of the Xu family in Qingfeng City, a dignified Jade Pure Realm military monk who was capable of attacking and attacking, was actually wounded by Liu Xianyang once again with just one look. He showed heroic spirit and generously attended the meeting, but sadly left the scene with his injuries.

Therefore, people inside and outside Zhengyang Mountain have the same idea.

Who commented on the ten young people and the ten candidates in Aquarius Island, and what about their eyes? Why is there no number one figure like Liu Xianyang?!

And the "blind man" who is the culprit, "Tian Wan" from Zhuyu Peak, is currently in a house in Shuilong Peak, standing on a bench and eating the remaining half of the plate of wine-poured crabs.

The person sitting here is a monk in the Dragon Gate Realm who is going crazy. As the proud disciple of the Patriarch Yan Chu, he plays an important role in managing a mountain of espionage. He can’t even wrap his head around trying to figure out what is going on with this female Patriarch today.

He calls himself "genius brother", praises himself as "a genius you won't see in a thousand years", and then starts to say some nonsense, saying that Brother Liu, you can't be included in the review, you can't blame me.

, It’s okay, when I saw Brother Liu later, I slapped myself in the face as an apology.

Liu Xianyang was not selected into the top ten young people. It seems that he suffered a big disadvantage due to his age. In fact, it was Tian Wan, the mother-in-law, who did this intentionally. The oldest person selected was forty years old, and Liu Xianyang was just forty-one at the time.

Senior brother Zou Zi is behind the scenes selecting the top ten young people and ten candidates in the world.

Junior sister Tian Wan followed the gourd's example and deliberately chose Liu Xianyang when he was forty-one years old before carefully selecting the two lists with ulterior motives for Zhengyang Mountain.

The monk in charge of Zhengyang Mountain's information asked in a trembling voice: "Master Tian came here today. Does he have something to discuss with this junior?"

In the past, he always called Tian Wan by her first name, but today, Tian Wan was almost like a crazy woman, and he was flustered.

Tian Wan glanced at him sideways, her voice was still the same, but from her eyes to her face, it was definitely not normal, "Brother Genius, you don't care about drinking and eating crabs with me at the same table? Why, you look down on people? Believe it or not, I'm disheveled.

Run out the door and say at the top of your lungs that you covet beauty, have sex after drinking, and molest me?"

The Dragon Gate monk had no choice but to sit down cautiously, poured a glass of wine for Tian Wan for the first time, and carefully reminded: "Master Tian, ​​the sect leader has ordered us to go to the first line of peaks."

I saw Tian Wan suddenly raising her orchid fingers, her eyes as charming as silk, "What's the rush? It's not too late to leave after drinking."

But it grossed him out.
To be continued...