No matter how well Li San knew the temperament of his gang leader, he would never have thought that Zhao Ziyang, who had never shown a good face along the way, would actually cultivate the three realms to become lucky when he saw the season in Nangong Mountain. When I reached the foot of the mountain, I swung the stirrup off the saddle, almost leaping out of thin air, and jumped straight to the top of Nangong Mountain.
The Taoist sect has a method of shrinking the ground into an inch, and the Buddhist masters are better at crossing the river with a reed. However, such a reckless move, Li Fuan really couldn't imagine that it was the current Zhao Ziyang who did it, until the sound on the top of the mountain was like the crashing waves. With the sound of landing on the shore, Li Fuan came back to his senses. He just shook his head and sighed, not knowing how to face the prospect before him. It was clear that Zhao Ziyang, who had never seen a good face several times along the way, and was very cautious in everything he did. Even Li Fuan knew that he was advancing and retreating appropriately, and was very impressed by Zhao Ziyang. It has been until now that I have climbed up the mountain in one step and laughed happily at the top of Nangong Mountain.
It just so happened that most people in the village had nothing to do today, chatting with neighbors in twos and threes. Only the schoolhouse was full of people listening to the lecture. Upon hearing this sound, a room of children thought it was a tiger roaring in the mountains, and they all stopped and recited. After reading the article, they all raised their heads and looked at the gentleman in front of them. The few who were timid were already trying to hide under the desk, and for a moment there was a lot of chaos.
Yan Jiaqing was the most dissatisfied. He had known for a long time that Wu Shuang was in charge of the mountain, and he was absolutely sure that there would be no trouble. He just sat upright, looked at the most frightened students, hummed twice, and said in a cold voice, slapping the table. Come, "I'm very afraid. In ancient times, there was a country school that encountered an enemy invasion. The sound of thousands of arrows and soldiers clashing could not be heard. But I still kept writing and reading. Not to mention that there was really a tiger descending from Nangong Mountain. That's it. Tens of thousands of heroic soldiers threw their whips to cut off the flow of water, and their banners blocked the sky. There is certainly righteousness in this sage's article, so why be afraid?"
During the hesitation, a lean child straightened the bamboo slips, and began to read the article as if no one else was around. He even slowly closed his eyes, completely forgetting the two roars just now, and read the words more briskly. In the end, he shook his head, and nothing happened outside the window. Smell nothing. A few students also calmed down their minds, held up the bamboo slips, and either silently or opened their mouths to read. The chaos just now was no longer visible, and they continued to study hard. On the contrary, they had to put more thought into it than before, and the sound of reading Even higher than before.
The bamboo slips in the school were made by Yan Jiaqing based on what he had learned, and he memorized them silently, and then copied them word for word on the bamboo slips. Paper is expensive in the world, and even a poor family with a relatively poor family can buy two or three volumes with their family wealth, which is considered careful. Turn it over to prevent silverfish from biting the book. Even Wu Shuang had wanted to help, but Yan Jiaqing was so drunk that he stretched out one hand and didn't know it was a five-character sign. It was also a hundred words of no, and he was clearly far away from Huanglong. It was difficult to use the magical power, but he still slapped the table in the main hall of Nangong Mountain loudly. It is said that in ancient times, there was a saying that one should be brave after knowing one's shame. If Wu Shuang had placed this scroll properly, those boys who had never seen the world would Why don't you think too highly of yourself and forget the value of knowledge? Unless Wu Shuang planned to take over all the honors and salaries of these poor students in the future, he would definitely not be able to use Nangong Mountain to provide money to purchase books for these poor students.
I don't know who shouted at Nangong Mountain today, but Yan Jiaqing seized the opportunity and beat these students hard. He walked leisurely to the window and looked at Nangong Mountain. .
But I don’t know which careless young man came back to the mountain and made a fuss about it.
Ever since I’ve seen those five
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Talents like Jue and Wu Shuang who have forcibly transcended the five realms. Although Yan Jiaqing has been stewing in boiling water for three days, all he has left is a tough mouth. He has to recognize these masters who have stood on the top of the mountain of cultivation. , in fact, all of them are the best among men. The two youngest, the third and the fourth, under Wu Shuang, are probably more capable now. Putting Huang Long aside, Yan Jiaqing can see the sword energy that day. It is true that the person who climbed the mountain today was probably Zhao Ziyang who had been away from the mountains for a long time. Within a few years, he had already reached the third realm.
"Everyone is close to a demon. Are they going to let the neighboring sects live?"
It was at this juncture when two roars were heard from the top of Nangong Mountain that sword energy arose in the mountain.
This sword energy is colorless, like a stream, which is very different from Wu Shuang's extremely powerful sword energy that carries purple energy. But at this moment, it is full of majesty, but an outsider can't tell whether it is high or low. It comes later, until Zhao Ziyang, who was not yet on a firm footing, had not yet handed out his gun to resist, but was already approaching in an instant. Even though Zhao Ziyang used the energy in his body to resist, he was knocked back several steps, and his clothes were damaged in several places.
He comes and goes without a trace, but his power is not necessarily low.
A swordsman in white walked out of the mountain. When he saw Zhao Ziyang standing outside the mountain gate, he grinned.
Zhao Ziyang was also a master who was not willing to suffer losses, so he stabilized his body and drew the gun from behind in an instant. He stepped forward without retreating, approaching step by step, twisting the gun and pointing directly at the white-clothed swordsman. , did not hold back at all, when the fierce spear pointed forward, a series of crisp sounds shook in the air. Although the inner energy was not leaked, it was all collected into this spear, and its momentum was never less than that of the sword in the swordsman's hand. The tip of the sword touched one place, and the sharpness was released. Countless scattered sword and air gun lights fell on the bluestone road. It was obviously as light as a flying giant, but it cut deep and shallow grooves into the stubborn bluestone, and even large pieces of scattered swords fell on the bluestone road. The energy was like a knife and ax piercing the ground, leaving a very deep gap.
After just one encounter, neither of them held back their hands. Although the spear's radiance was stronger, its formations were more rounded and smooth, and its strength was even greater than that of the long sword of Water and Fire. However, the swordsman in white only relied on the sharpness of his sword and his divine will. Xian, firmly stabilized his body, allowed the big spear to block and attack him, and faced him with a quick sword, but he was not at a disadvantage for a moment.
After several rounds of fighting with no result, Zhao Ziyang raised his eyebrows again. Instead, he used his strength to slow down his attack. He did not use his strength to attack the sword from a flat position. He just used the strength of the barrel of the spear to rebuke, stepped on the barrel of the spear and used the strength to fly into the air. With a full 60 to 70% of his strength remaining, Zhao Ziyang grabbed the spear and pressed it to the swordsman's head, showing the momentum of chopping the mountain, and all his inner energy was released. The swordsman did not forcefully take this unreasonable move.
Pointing his toes, he stepped back step by step, turned his waist and abdomen sideways, pressed the sword along the gun shaft, wiped it from bottom to top, used Chang Feng to use the sword energy, and bypassed the head half of the gun held by Zhao Ziyang, which was the most violent, and used the sword Go off the beaten path.
Swords and spears met each other, but they saw countless killing rays smashed into pieces. The sword energy destroyed everything, and the spear light rose again. The two collided with each other, causing the mountain guard formation that had been damaged by Yun Zhong's sword energy a few days ago to shake. Countless Rubbles rolled down the mountain road, and the mountain guarding formation was about to collapse as it couldn't hold on any longer.
"Senior brother, if we continue to fight like this, Master will scold us, why don't we talk about old times first?" Yun Zhong caught a few strands of hair that were cut off by the light of the gun, took a few steps back and smiled bitterly, and straightened his clothes by the way. There are at least seven or eight more damages, all of which are smooth and cut by the light of the spear, but it is obviously Zhao
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Although the thunder in Ziyang was loud, it held back too much and did not see red.
But Zhao Ziyang moved his shoulders and was not satisfied with the look. He looked at Yun Zhong and said with a smile, "Young junior brother has grown up in skills. Before senior brother came down the mountain, he was a little embarrassed to bully others. Now at least he can barely resist. It’s been a while. In martial arts, if you sail against the current, you will retreat if you don’t advance. It’s really a rare thing to be able to catch up against the current.”
Even so, Zhao Ziyang never took back the big black gun. He turned the big gun behind his back and waved to Yun Zhong who looked embarrassed, "For the last move, we might as well decide the winner on this killing move. , that’s all, don’t hurt each other, okay?”
Yun Zhong was in a dilemma. He looked at the mountain-protecting formation that was already somewhat difficult to fill, and then at his senior brother who had no idea how tanned he was. He raised his sword and shook his head reluctantly.
"Let's stop talking about it. If you want to kill your junior brother with a single shot, it will be a lot of fun."
Zhao Ziyang lowered his head slightly, winked and looked very ugly, "Do you still want to beat me?"
The shopkeeper waved his hands and climbed the mountain, leaving only Li Fu'an with a miserable face. He led two horses and walked up the mountain step by step. He often heard the sound of swords and gunfire in the mountains. Listening to the meaning, the battle was probably huge. Based on the current situation, Zhao Ziyang's cultivation in the third realm was able to create such a commotion, which really shocked Li Fu'an. However, he was more relieved and happy, and the reins in his hands also felt lighter. In the deep summer, the heat in the deep forest seemed to be hard to make his chest feel cold. The wind became suffocating.
The method Yun Zhong handed out on the top of the mountain was not very subtle. Anyone who entered the second realm could probably make the inner energy pass through the body and attach it to the weapon to make it fly into the air. At this time, Yun Zhong did exactly this, making the palm of his hand The sword was hanging in front of his chest, his eyebrows were calm, and he was even vaguely happy. He did not seem to be fighting with his senior brother, but rather as if he had gained enlightenment. In the end, he dropped his shoulders and stood on the spot.
I stood over two sticks of incense.
After all, Zhao Ziyang couldn't hold back his face, put away his weird posture of carrying a gun, and spoke suspiciously.
"Is this a defensive move?"
Yun Zhong, who was looking down and thinking deeply, was stunned and couldn't recover for a moment, "Third Senior Brother, is this also a defensive move?"
Everyone in Nangong Mountain knew that Zhao Ziyang, the third child, had always been a brave and aggressive person. He wished he could not learn any parrying skills and only knew how to attack. Unexpectedly, the two of them stood still for a long time, but all they used were defensive moves.
Zhao Ziyang, who was full of thoughts of fighting, put away his gun, walked quickly to Yun Zhong, raised his hand and knocked his finger on his forehead. Seeing that the latter's face was still blank, and the corners of his mouth showed overflowing emotions. Smiling, he punched the swordsman twice in the chest.
"It seems like the food has been good these days. It's really strong."
Yun Zhong also slowly opened his mouth and patted Zhao Ziyang on the shoulder, "Senior brother, it's not bad either. This shoulder is so muscled that beating someone will probably hurt more."
Wu Shuang, who was lying on the two hovering swords outside the mountain, glanced at the top of the mountain and saw that the mountain guarding formation was almost dismantled by these two little beasts. He gritted his teeth with hatred, but in the end he couldn't help but smile and turned over with satisfaction. Separately, then take a nap.
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