Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

The two hundred and five in the carriage, Yan Zhengming could crush him to death with one finger. As for the two thugs who were not safe at the end of the festival, although they seemed to be enough for the show, they were actually nothing to worry about.

Those two seem to be very old at first glance. If people in the cultivation base can keep up with their age, as long as they don't have special hobbies, they usually maintain the appearance of youth or adulthood, such as Gu Daozhu and Beimingjun, and reveal Those who are old and decrepit are those who have reached their longevity, but their cultivation has not improved further. For example, Bai Ji, the master of Westbound Palace, generally speaking, these people have been stuck in the same realm for too long, and they still can't make it to the road. The threshold and skills are mostly the same.

What's more, the so-called "primordial spirit monk" only refers to the realm. There are thousands of roads, and there are many different paths to the same goal. There are also many kinds of realms. Those with high realms do not mean they can fight. Even if the monk who was walking around the alchemy furnace cultivated three primordial spirits in the future, Yan Zhengming could still beat him to the ground.

This is why everyone is unwilling to trouble sword cultivators - they have been born for fighting since the day they entered the Tao.

Fortunately, Yan Zhengming is not a sword cultivator in the general sense. Before he became a sword cultivator, he first got used to being a young master. The troubles, both inside and outside the sect... and Cheng Qian, all made him burn his head, and he really didn't want to entangle with these pigs and dogs anymore.

Although these people in front of me have nothing to care about, but seeing that dude can ride in a flying carriage, and is such a waste, there are people who hug him, and even summon the Yuanshen thugs, maybe he is a direct descendant of a certain sect, Beating the dog to see the owner, because it would not be very cost-effective to recruit another creditor for the precarious Fuyao Villa.

It's a pity that things backfired, I didn't look at the almanac when I went out this day, and I ran into a half-eyed half-assed person.

The weird flag in the dandy's hand immediately escaped the control of the original owner, and the wind and rain swept across the scene, instantly suppressing the aura of everyone around him, revealing a trace of ancient and heavy disdain.

Li Yun didn't care about dodging, his eyes lit up first, and he said happily when he saw Lie Xin: "My God... this, this is the legendary 'True Dragon Banner'?"

No one asked him, Li Yun just said incessantly there: "This is an ancient relic, older than the unhealthy death sword of the third junior brother. It is said that it was painted by a real dragon skin from overseas. Contains the power of an ancient dragon, a real dragon! The sea dragon sings, but the sun, moon and stars will also shake three times. It is said that this thing can cover the sky and cover the sun, move mountains and fill the sea, all in the thought of the flag bearer... "

Yan Zhengming made his brain ache from talking about it, so he said coldly, "Shut up!"

After finishing speaking, he threw the puddle bird to Li Yun's side, turned to the two old men and said, "We're not looking for trouble."

The two Yuanshen old men looked at each other, they were very helpless, so one went to pull the dandy in the carriage, and the other made peace with Yan Zhengming, persuading: "Daoist Haihan, our young master is a single seedling, young and young. To be favored is a bit arrogant, uh... If this bird is really valuable, the price can actually be negotiated..."

The first half of the sentence sounded like human speech, but the second half made the head master Yan very angry on the spot.

Thinking back to when he was young, he was prosperous and rich, and spent money like water. Later, the Yan family was defeated, and the sect could not return. He experienced a lot of hardships in short supply of gold and silver, and now he has turned into a black market "" Money-making son", Yan Zhengming has very complicated feelings for the word "rich and noble".

To put it simply, it is to put on a show by oneself, but not to see others show off, especially not to see others use money to show off with him.

He shouted angrily: "I won't sell it! Don't you understand?"

Immediately, he couldn't bear it any longer, and slashed at the real dragon flag with his sword.

The real Dragon Banner and Dragon Soul still exist, and once it is released, even a mortal holding the flag will be able to shake the sky—it can be seen how spoiled he is by this foolish dandy family—at this moment, Long Qi was captured by Yan Zhengming's sword. Inspired by his intention, dozens of thunderbolts descended sideways and collided with the tyrannical sword energy in midair, making people dizzy with a loud explosion.

Yan Zhengming's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but take two or three steps back, vaguely feeling that his true essence was suppressed by Longwei.

At this moment, he heard the sound of a sharp weapon being unsheathed behind him, and the cold air that he had been familiar with for a few days permeated the air. Cheng Qian said aside: "I have been in seclusion for too long, and my knowledge is shallow. I haven't seen a real dragon soul yet, senior brother." , just let me know it for a while."

Yan Zhengming was startled when he heard this, and then his anger became more intense. He said in his heart: "This kid didn't even discuss with me before, and he just raised his sword. Where did he learn this trick now? Could it be that all these years have passed? , In his heart, did I change from 'Brother useless Dim Sum' to 'Brother useless Dim Sum who still needs to be coaxed by others'?"

He wanted to pick out the supernatural powers of past dynasties in the head seal. Could it be that he was afraid of a horned worm that had been dead for 8000 years?

Yan Zhengming didn't say a word immediately, and his whole body turned into a bright sword shadow. Thousands of Yuanshen swords faced the thunder in the sky without dodging or dodging, and went upstream against the current. , all the beasts in the mountains flee in fright, the looming overseas dragons among the clouds and the wild and boundless sword cultivators of the world are not giving an inch, and the thick clouds are rolling like waves.

The dandy on the carriage was stunned, every time he took out the real dragon flag, the other party basically knelt down to him, who knew that the ghost flag would break out of control when it met a strong opponent, and there was such a big movement?At this time, he was completely supported by two Yuanshen monks, and he had been turned into a drowned quail by the wind and rain stirred up by the real dragon flag.

Except for the two Primordial Spirit monks, the unlucky people near the carriage were basically paralyzed by the sword intent and Longwei, unable to lift their heads.

Cheng Qian, who was left to watch the battle, stood still, with a slight embarrassment between his brows, and he didn't understand what he said wrong for a while.

Seeing this situation, Shui Keng quickly put his head back into the sleeve of the second senior brother, and wisely decided to be honest during this time, and resolutely not to talk back to the senior brother in charge.

Big brother, is it not fun to catch up with so many days every month?Very angry.

The dragon soul looked up to the sky and let out a long cry. Yan Zhengming pushed the body-protecting true energy to the extreme, ignoring the wind and frost swords around him. With the power of wind and thunder, the cloud layer was torn apart like a god blocking and killing a god. The strong wind and torrential rain could not weaken its tyranny at all, and the sword shadow rushed straight to the dragon soul.

Cheng Qian focused his gaze, and said in a low voice, "'Come forward'...has the elder brother reached this point already?"

According to legend, "going forward" in sword cultivation is the first step in refining one's body into a sword. Once a sword cultivation takes this step, it will truly touch the realm of the sword god that cannot be communicated to others.

Taking this step is enough to rank among the top monks.

"As far as I know, he seemed to be one step behind when he moved his sword last time," Li Yun gave him a meaningful look, and said, "I'm afraid you forced him."

Cheng Qian was speechless by what he said, and instinctively wanted to refute, but then he changed his mind, and it seemed that something like that happened.

For a moment, his expression was slightly solemn, and he thought: "Then...could it be that there is a trace of demons on his eyebrows, and I am also responsible for it?"

At this time, only a roar was heard, and Yan Zhengming's sword pierced through the dragon soul.

Li Yun hurriedly shouted: "Oh, senior brother, that is the real dragon flag. It has been like this since ancient times. Don't be reckless... Mother, the keel is cracked, take it easy!"

Yan Zhengming turned a deaf ear, and seemed to have made up his mind to beat Long Qi and Dragon Soul back to the underworld together.

Li Yun could only look at Cheng Qian eagerly.

Cheng Qian's side didn't move and didn't make a sound, so Li Yun had no choice but to say: "Xiao Qian, since ancient times, people can't come back to life after death, but you are an exception. You may not feel the fear and guilt when the old man returns. Those are too heavy. It can make people toss and turn all night, and it can also change the taste of any yearning in the world. Looking back a hundred years, how can it be so easy to be the same as before? I can’t count how many years he hated himself because of you... Just don’t let him be more Hate it."

Cheng Qian has Frost outside and Linglong in his heart. He has always heard about it and knows it. When Li Yun talked about this, he still didn't understand.

Following the strike of the sword, seeing the situation in the sky reverse, the majestic Dragon Soul has already retreated again and again at this time, almost turned into being suppressed and beaten by Yan Zhengming, and finally couldn't take it anymore, turned around and retreated into the dragon flag .

At this moment, Cheng Qian's whole body suddenly turned into a meteor, jumping straight up and down into the sky shrouded in the dragon's flag. In the midst of the wind and thunder, the rain that fell from his side turned into frost, and he narrowly escaped death in the Juling Jade The tempered power of primordial spirit was suddenly released, and swept over with incomparable precision at the moment when the dragon soul was about to escape into the real dragon banner.

The injured dragon soul was instantly suppressed by Cheng Qian's primordial spirit and froze in the air.

Yan Zhengming's sword edge had almost touched the real dragon flag, but at this moment he stopped abruptly, his murderous look still on his face, and he stared quietly at Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian smiled at him as if he didn't care much, and said, "You see, the second senior brother's eyes are almost blue, and he specially sent me to intercede, senior senior brother, please be merciful."

"I'm so mad." Yan Zhengming said in his heart, but he couldn't be angry at Cheng Qian's occasional smiling face for too long. But as if it was still on his body, he stepped on the realm of the sword god. Not only did he not have a bright future, but he also spurned himself a little bit aggrievedly, "It seems that he has been fooled again. I really don't live up to it."

Yan Zhengming turned away the sword light from his body, cast a blank look at Cheng Qian and said, "If you want any junk, Li Yun will pick it up."

Cheng Qian rolled up his long sleeves, and rolled the dragon soul that was stagnant in the air back to the real dragon flag, and the flag hung down limply immediately, and the thunderous sky suddenly stopped, as if everything was just an illusion.Cheng Qian unhurriedly rolled up the dragon flag, stroked the keel broken by Yan Zhengming with his fingers, and could feel the fine tremor of the dragon soul in it.

It is also a generation of divine beasts, and it has been reduced to this point. I don't know whether it is the impermanence of God or something.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

In front of Tian Dao, the so-called Shenlong and Almighty are just a group of ants, right?

When I think about it this way, it is really open and sad.

Cheng Qian threw the real dragon flag to Li Jun, and lowered his head to glance at the flying horse carriage on the ground - the flying horses had already broken free from the reins and fled away at some point, and he didn't know how this dude would go back, let his dog legs control the sword carry him?

Yan Zhengming said arrogantly: "Since you all intend to reconcile, we will accept this gift for the time being."

Li Yun smiled kindly at the side, and echoed like a dog's leg: "Yes, thank you very much."

The other two Primordial Spirit cultivators could see it clearly - this one sword cultivator had crossed the frontier, and the other non-sword cultivator used his Primordial Spirit to suppress the Dragon Soul. Suspected of being in danger...but that is also an ancient true dragon.

How can such a person offend at will?I can only admit it if I suffer a little.

An old man with primordial spirit Jishou said: "I don't know where all the fellow Taoists are from?"

While listening to the puddle hidden in Li Yun's sleeve, he quickly popped his head and interjected: "Tell you what to do? Will I let you come to seek revenge in the future?"

The old man was speechless for a moment, his face was very embarrassed.

Normally, Shui Keng would never have dared to talk to Primordial Spirit cultivator like this, but at this time almost all the senior brothers were present, and it was rare for her to be elated once, and she was almost carried away, so she had to fly towards Cheng Qian with a shiver—or It is safest to follow the junior brother. In this respect, the senior brother should sit in the back row.

Unexpectedly, she was entangled by a thin thread like a spider's silk halfway, and Yan Zhengming's fingertips popped out a long and thin silk thread at some point, firmly binding the bird's leg of the puddle: "Noisy."

Then head Yan tied up his little junior sister like flying a kite, dragged him behind him, and turned around and left first, like pulling two to five to eighty thousand.

This time Li Yun was in danger in the suburbs, although he became a "little bastard surnamed Li", but at this time he was holding the real dragon flag in both hands, not to mention how beautiful it was, he looked like a poor man who had picked up a big ingot, caressing a cracked Keel, he exclaimed overjoyed: "It's still my little Qian..."

Before Cheng Qian could say anything, Yan Zhengming took the lead and said, "Who belongs to your family?"

As soon as the words came out, Li Yun and Cheng Qian raised their heads to look at him together, Li Yun also teased and said: "Brother, are you fighting for favor?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Li Yun immediately succumbed to the menacing prestige of the senior brother in charge, and hid far away away.

Yan Zhengming kept a stern face, as if trying to save some face, and said to Cheng Qian seriously: "We will leave immediately and go to Suzaku Pagoda. We won't wait until August [-]th. There will be many people at that time, and there may be unexpected problems...you What to look at, don't look!"

Cheng Qian hastily lowered his head in a polite manner—if he hadn't smiled, he might have looked more sincere.

Yan Zhengming found in dismay that his dignity could not be saved, so he threw Cheng Qian far away in grief and indignation, and walked to the front without looking back.

Let's say that after they left, the dandy on the flying carriage was not only swept away, but also snatched away the real dragon flag, so he jumped up in anger.

This person is also a superb person who healed his scars and forgot the pain. In a blink of an eye, he forgot that he was trembling behind the two masters of the primordial spirit just now. "Trash! You are all trash! If my father finds out about this..."

The two old primordial spirits each sighed, and one of them said: "Young master, calm down, this place is close to Suzaku Pagoda, please be careful with your words and deeds, if people hear about our origin, I'm afraid there will be more troubles."

"Go away! You can't even deal with a few wild monks who come from nowhere. What's the use of my father raising you!" said the dandy, sitting on the carriage, looking away, pointing to the ground The two stumbling monks said, "Let go of my horse, and you will be my horse-drawn cart! I must get that talking bird, and don't let me see those people again!"

This dandy is probably used to humiliating people. He pointed at the monks above Yujian Concentration and used him as a horse-drawn cart, but no one said anything wrong to his face. The monks who were named just stood up and respected good words of advice.

At this moment, a small snake as thick as a thumb slowly drilled out of the woods not far behind them. Its body was nearly black, indistinguishable from the color of the surrounding soil. It slid forward a few feet without making a sound. , quietly approached the carriage, and for a while the monks called the dandy to instigate around, but no one noticed it.

The little snake opened its mouth slightly, and spit out a length of purple-black snake letter, and then its black body disappeared into the air, and in a blink of an eye, it sank into the heart of the dude on the carriage.

A monk next to the dandy was trying to persuade him to go out and not to cause trouble, but the irritated dandy was startled suddenly, as if he was moved by what the person next to him said, and then stopped.

The monk also said that his own words had played a role, so he flattered him while the iron was hot: "Young master, if you don't say anything else, you will be admired just because you have the same general knowledge. It doesn't matter if the horse is gone. Let's pull the cart for you, shall we? "

The dandy glanced at him, seemed to show a little thoughtful expression, lowered his eyes, stopped talking uncharacteristically, turned around and sat back in the carriage.

As long as this ancestor doesn't commit suicide, the people around will immediately breathe a sigh of relief, and no one will think too much about why he suddenly wanted to leave.

The dandy pulled up the tent of the carriage with his hand, looked down at his pampered hand, his eyes were filled with blackness, and after a while, he showed a distorted smile.