Yang Chunfeng

Martial Arts Fair

More than a dozen Supreme Elders stood in the ruins of the martial arts field, and put their strength together to restrain the bearded pot.

"Can't hold on... hold on!" He spit out four words with difficulty, and the elder was as if he was hit by a hammer. He staggered back several feet, spurted out an old blood, and sat cross-legged on the spot to rest.

A gap appeared, and the bearded pot trapped in the middle by the elders suddenly released red and yellow air and turned around.

Just when the elders could not hold on—

"It's a big night, the sect is lively."

A clear voice came from above my head.

Hearing this, the elders looked up one after another. Some people showed joy and shouted excitedly: "Master!"

A young man stood across the air, wearing a Huayang scarf, a yellow and white shirt, a wine gourd tied with a waist, and a sword on his back. He carried his hands, and was unrestrained and unruly.

Master?

The elder who did not recognize this person's pupils shrank.

Lu Dongbin!?

When they were stunned, they saw the Supreme Elder who had once reminded Li Xianyuan, and looked up and shouted respectfully: "Master, this thing is called a mustard pot, which is a magic weapon. Remember to be careful!"

"I know." Lu Dongbin nodded. "You retreat."

The elders did not doubt that he had, and they all retreated.

Without restrictions, the mustard pot has not run away. It is suspended three feet above the ground and rotates drippingly.

Lu Dongbin stood in the void with his hands behind his back, and said to Xujiehuo in a tone: "I know you are wise. I will give up the matter of disturbing my sect. This is not where you are. I would like to advise you-"

At this point, Lu Dongbin's sword-brow was raised and he shouted coldly.

"roll!"

The beef pot turned and stopped, the red and yellow energy around the body gathered, and flew straight into the sky, and it really left.

"If you ask you to get out, you'll get out. Leave a bunch of messes, I'm so embarrassed." Lu Dongbin snorted lightly, pinched a sword move, pointed to the bearded pot that had been in a flash for several miles, and shouted coldly: "Go!"

Buzz —

The dragon roars, the sheath trembled. The sheath was choked out, and the Pure Yang sword turned into a rainbow light and suddenly chased after it. The speed was slightly faster than the whisker pot!

Looking at the sky from afar, the mustard pot in front of the front is as small as a bowl. The circumference is red and yellow, and the tail is more than ten feet long. The Pure Yang Sword behind chases it and turns into a golden dragon shape, catching up with the mustard pot.

Two meteors chased after one after another, and Chunyang Sword accelerated and suddenly collided.

In an instant, the dazzling red light filled the field of vision, and the surging spiritual power fluctuations reflected the red half of the sky!

The clouds of hundreds of miles were shaken away, and the moonlight and stars were pouring.

After more than ten breaths, a loud noise from the sky came in square meter, and the air waves swept through, and the entire mountain range was filled with the sound of falling leaves.

A golden light flashed, and the Chunyang Sword was sheathed. The hair was blown, and Lu Dongbin turned his head to the elders below and said, "The crisis has been resolved, and the subsequent treatment will be left to you."

The whisker pot is a magic weapon, so it will naturally not be easily damaged. Lu Dongbin's attack only caused it to hurt some vitality and fled in panic.

The remaining strength in the sky has not dissipated, and the other seven peaks have withdrawn from the barrier, and countless rainbow lights have flew up and rushed to the main peak.

In the messy martial arts field, the elders surrounded the deep pit, looked at each other, and bowed together: "Greatly send me the ancestor."

Lu Dongbin nodded and was about to leave. His ears suddenly moved and he looked at the ruins of the hall below.

He murmured to himself: "Li Xianyuan?"

With the elders confused eyes, Lu Dongbin landed on the ground and walked to the ruins, suddenly showing a smile of interest.

With a wave of her sleeves, countless gravel tiles flew up, and soon a shallow pit was revealed. There was a crying sound in the pit.

"Li Xianyuan, wake up——"

A young man lay at the bottom of a pit, covered in blood and dirt, life and death were unknown. A beautiful woman knelt on one side, crying and crying.

"I'll do it."

Lu Dongbin stepped into the pit, lifted Li Xianyuan up, reached out to untie the wine gourd, bit open the bottle plug, pinched Li Xianyuan's mouth and poured the wine into his mouth.

The intoxicating fragrance is filled with fragrance. Even Ning Jiya, who is not familiar with wine, feels intoxicating.

Her educated youth was saving Li Xianyuan without stopping her. And for some reason, the more she looked at this person, the more familiar she felt.

After pouring a mouthful, Lu Dongbin put away the wine gourd. At this time, Li Xianyuan's eyelids trembled slightly and he woke up slowly - he suddenly got up!

He staggered and stood still, looking around at the bottom of the pit. Seeing the ruined martial arts field, he knew he was back.

I looked a little worried about gains and losses. I lowered my head and sniffed it gently, and the fragrance seemed to be floating around the tip of my nose.

"I saved countless people with this wine, you are the one who reacted the most." Lu Dongbin stood up, stood shoulder to shoulder with Li Xianyuan, and patted his shoulder: "Brother Li, are you okay?"

…?

Brother Li?

The elders present looked at each other in surprise.

Until this time, Ning Jiya finally recognized who this person was. Li Xianyuan's joy of awakening turned into shock and was about to kneel down.

An invisible spiritual power supported Ning Jiya and prevented her from kneeling down. Then Lu Dongbin smiled and winked: "Are you a younger brother and sister? You are not an outsider, so don't kneel down.

He patted Li Xianyuan's shoulder with his palm and slapped: "My brother has a good attitude."

Seeing it in my eyes and hearing it in my ears. Ning Jiya was both ashamed and distressed.

After this battle, she lost her normal mind. She could no longer regard Li Xianyuan as her apprentice as before.

"Well... the ancestor, she is the elder of Yangqingfeng, Ning Jiya, Li Xian..." The elder stood up and wanted to call Li Xianyuan his name. Then he thought that he would be brothers and brothers with his ancestor, and he had a great seniority. He changed his words with a slightest slightest: "Senior, he is Ning Jiya's disciple, and they are master-apprentice relationships, not husband and wife."

Lu Dongbin suddenly realized and nodded. He was about to say something when he saw Li Xianyuan, who had been losing his mind, speak.

"Lu Yan?"

After coming back to his senses, Li Xianyuan looked at Lu Dongbin and said in confusion: "Why are you here?"

"My hometown is almost demolished, so how can I not come back? These kids are useless! After returning, Lan Caihe doesn't know how to laugh at me." Lu Dongbin turned his head and glared at the elders full of shame.

"If you don't talk about this, call me a few more times."

Li Xianyuan said in a daze: "What's the name?"

"Lu Yan." Lu Dongbin hugged Li Xianyuan's shoulder and said intimately: "Hurry, call me more while you are still awake. No one has called me for hundreds of years. My real name has been called by my brother, I miss you so much."

"What do you mean while I'm still awake?"

After walking around the underworld, Li Xianyuan's temperament seemed to have changed a little. If it were normal, he wouldn't have spoken like this.

"My wine is a monkey brew stolen from the monkeys in Huaguo Mountain. It is spiritual wine with great momentum. Do you think a mortal can bear it? This mouthful is enough for you to sleep for three days and three nights.

Lu Dongbin talked happily, and looked at Li Xianyuan in a blink of an eye, and found that he was lying in Ning Jiya's arms and had fallen asleep.

"I'm asleep..." Lu Dongbin scratched his temples and said to Ning Jiya: "My brother and sister, please send him back."

Ning Jiya nodded shyly and was too lazy to correct her. Her spiritual power had not yet been restored, and an elder came forward to help Li Xianyuan and left the martial arts field.

When Li Xianyuan left, Lu Dongbin's expression changed. With a little majesty, he said to the elder: "Please comfort my disciples, I will return to Heaven."

"Greatly send me the ancestor."
Chapter completed!