"You lose money, can you communicate with Youwang Fenghuo?"

Cheng Zhiyuan spoke to Huang She, who hissed and stared at Cheng Zhiyuan in confusion, his two little eyes unblinking.

Is the loser calling me?

Cheng Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows.

"Of course I am calling you. You have eaten so much of my gold. Who can afford to support you? What is it if you are not a loser? If you follow me in the future, just call it a loser."

Cheng Zhiyuan's voice suddenly sounded dull: "Do you still want to eat gold?"

"Hiss!" (making a money-losing sound)

"Those people across from you have some. I'll go grab them for you."

"Hiss?" (making a money-grabbing sound)

"Tell King You Fenghuo to please stay a little longer."

"Hiss..." (make a heartfelt voice)

The two eyes of the yellow snake formed a line, and it shook its front seven inches like a drunken man, and at the same time shook its head vigorously, as if to indicate that it could not command the beacon.

But because of the gold, Huang Snake decided to give it a try.

So the little snake moved its head away from Cheng Zhiyuan and tentatively approached Fenghuo.

In fact, Fenghuo is the boss, and Huang She is just familiar with it.

The latter showed no reaction and was still burning quietly.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

The yellow snake's eyes widened, and then it quickly climbed back. It looked a little excited and a little panicked, but due to the snake's body, it could not speak human words, so it could only keep shaking its head.

The weather is about to change, and Fenghuo does not agree to stay for a long time. No reaction is the biggest reaction.

But fortunately, it hasn't left yet.

Cheng Zhiyuan felt that it was remarkable that he could understand the meaning of a snake. Although he already had some guesses in his mind, this snake probably had a lot of origins.

After all, in this world... Cheng Zhiyuan has never seen a snake eating gold.

And it's still done by chewing, which simply doesn't follow the laws of biology.

The iron sword in his hand trembled more and more fiercely, and the sound of the sword resounded in the dark cloud world. Cheng Zhiyuan exerted force on his legs and felt the circulation of Qi and blood, the roaring sound, the shaking meaning, and the

A...huge...power.

Thank you Daze, thank you Huang She, thank you Fenghuo.

I would also like to thank Li Changsheng.

Sacrificing yourself to help others is a role model.

This jump led directly to the water at the edge of the big swamp.

Cheng Zhiyuan felt that the winds were supporting him forward. There was no doubt that apart from his own energy and blood, the biggest contributors were these winds.

Walking on the wind, this... wonderful experience is really fascinating.

When facing itself, the wind is like the most docile lamb. When facing the enemy, it is like the most docile lamb. When facing the enemies, it is like the disciples of the holy disciples.

Lambs will turn into wolves.

The expressions of the disciples of the Saint Sect changed slightly, but this was not fear, but rather helplessness and ridicule.

"You have chosen the most unwise path."

The expression of the boy in white was filled with pity and sadness, as if he felt extremely sorry for Cheng Zhiyuan's decision.

"You could have become a saint's personal disciple, but now that you are determined to be our enemy, there is no other way."

The white-armored young general narrowed his eyes and said: "So what if he is an immortal, the sword in his hand is just a low-grade weapon, just a little sharper. Although we can't use magic power, we still have half of our energy and blood.

Above, the magic weapon is enough to bridge the gap between the two sides."

Chen Zhong said coldly:

"There are more than ten disciples of the Holy Sect, sect, and sect here. One is as good as ten. They rely on low-grade iron swords to cut off divine weapons. If they are not mad, they are rebellious and intend to bring trouble to the world."

When the people in Lumen opened their mouths, those who disobeyed them were no longer among the Spring and Autumn Period and would be killed.

Killing intent permeates the air, entering mountains, dust, rivers, and beacon fires.

At this moment, King You's beacon suddenly rose, although it was not high.

However, the moment it left Tianzijun, the white-bone horse began to struggle, and the gold and bronze chariot it was pulling began to slowly be pulled up from the swamp.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Youwang Fenghuo at the same time.

The flame in the center of the distant swamp was burning quietly, but everyone, including Cheng Zhiyuan, had a feeling in their hearts.

This ball of fire is laughing at people like myself, just like an emperor looking at the princes of the world with extremely contemptuous eyes.

It was watching the battle, watching the fight between the disciples of the Holy Sect and the disciples of the Tianmen. It stayed on the canopy of Tianzijun, and its meaning was self-evident.

Whoever wins will get it, including Tian Zijun.

"Sitting on a mountain and watching tigers is indeed the beacon of King Zhou You. This kind of temperament is really inherited from the same origin. From this point of view, it was normal for him to be rebelled by ten saints back then."

"It's just a ball of flame! How dare you ride on our heads to poop and pee!"

"Arrogant, so arrogant! King Zhou You did evil first. If he hadn't insisted on uprooting the Holy Sect... Today's Zhou royal family, if not for King Zhou You's mistakes back then, led to the collapse of the royal family, and the later Emperor Zhou,

How could he be sent to Zhu Dan by Duke Zheng to shoot away the power of Heaven with an arrow?"

"The later King Huan of Zhou should hate his ancestor to death!"

"That's enough! Don't talk too much! Have you all learned the truth that disaster comes from the mouth? You have not been taught by your own holy sects. Some things have been ignored and you have made unreasonable comments about the emperor's affairs... Those ten saints

His bones are still being crushed under the walls of Luoyang City!"

The boy in white suddenly shouted angrily, instantly stopping the dissatisfied words of the other Saint Sect boys. Although his body looked a little weak, his voice and momentum were never weaker than others.

Of course, it's possible that he has always been this "weak".

This is what Cheng Zhiyuan saw and felt.

The boy in white at Lions Gate, the so-called compassionate person, is not as simple as he seems on the outside.

The wind flowing around him began to weaken.

But the wind around others is still very strong.

"If you are a sword, show it with weakness, open it with advantage, use it with the force behind, and use it with the force first."

"A common man's sword is no different than a cockfight."

At this moment, Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly felt that this sentence really made sense. Aren't the group of disciples in front of him just as annoying as the old hens clucking every day beside the mud pit?

So, it is reasonable to kill a few of them for drinking.

After all, there are always misfortunes and misfortunes for people.

Cheng Zhiyuan took steps out of the water from the edge of Daze, and then his sword vibrated and buzzed as he slashed out.

It emits like blue thunder, and when it moves, it has the force of a thousand-pound stone!

The cold light trembles fiercely, the waves of autumn water flicker, and the murderous blade always emphasizes the word "sinister"!

Bloodshot eyes gradually appeared in Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes.

Long Su once told Cheng Zhiyuan not to show the intention to kill, but now, if the intention to kill is not expressed, the person who dies is himself. Sometimes people are here and can't help themselves.

The young general in white armor was the first to rush over, and stabbed Cheng Zhiyuan in the head with the boning knife in his hand.

He was completely confident that he could kill the opponent in one confrontation. After all, Humen is a military sect and is best at fighting!

Wearing Geng gold white armor and holding a bone-cutting knife, relying on his previous fighting proficiency, he could not imagine how he could lose.

So he narrowed his eyes and already regarded Cheng Zhiyuan as a dead man.

This sword is so poisonous that it cuts bones but not flesh. However, the sword shakes and makes a harsh sound!

At the same time, the strong wind roared, and the green wind rolled back and gathered on the tip of the sword!

Immortals govern wind and rain.

It was just a face-to-face meeting.

But it's like a sudden storm.

The white-armored boy's eyes flashed, and his body suddenly felt pain.

It was as if someone had pulled it, and then what I saw out of the corner of my eye was a flying beetle leaf.

I only saw a figure that didn't stop at all, just for a blink of an eye, the sword was placed in front of me, feet stepped on the dust, flying like a white colt across the gap, moving like thunder across the river across the world!

He passed by the white-armored young general, slashed horizontally with his sword without hesitation, and then turned his hand to slash down. At this time, he was already ten feet away. In front of ten feet, there was only a flash of cold light, which directly hit Qian Qi's door.

The shield suddenly split open!

The white-armored young general, the military prodigy of Humen, didn't even react. His armor was shattered by the horizontal sword just now. His right shoulder, until Cheng Zhiyuan's sword passed by for three breaths, fell to Qianqi.
To be continued...