On the high platform in the middle of the lake, a woman in colorful clothes made of yellow paper talismans looked around, her eyebrows and eyes were lively, and her eyes were vivid. She was not a puppet dead person, but she was obviously a living person.

The old god standing on the edge of the platform took out a small pastel porcelain bottle from his sleeve in front of everyone, opened the bottle plug, threw it at the center of the platform, and rolled it to the feet of the woman in the colorful clothes. After a moment of silence, the sound of the piano came from the porcelain bottle, which was like a piano master playing the piano. If there was such a master, you could hear the sound of the piano tuned with a slow angle, and the woman in the colorful clothes slowly stretched her figure with the sound of the piano, and her long sleeves were like colorful clouds.

The sound of the piano paused slightly, and the woman in colorful clothes stopped and maintained a playful posture with her feet raised.

The pink embroidered shoe gently tiptoed like a small lotus showing its sharp corners.

After that, the sound of the piano changed from slow to fast, and the beauty's dancing speeded up, her waist twisted like the wind, and she looked back and felt charming.

When the sound of the piano becomes loud and loud, like a big handful of beads poured into the jade plate,

The old fairy smiled slightly, suddenly raised her sleeves, and four yellow paper talismans floated out of each sleeve. After it landed, blue smoke filled the woman in color, covering it. Everyone heard the sound of the piano and became more and more urgent, but no beauty was seen, so they were a little anxious and more and more anxious.

In an instant, the sound of the piano suddenly became high, like a silver bottle breaking.

At that moment, in the vague smoke, eight young women in white clothes appeared quickly without warning, and jumped out from all directions with the woman in color clothes as the center, holding long swords. At the same time, the light-shaped women in white clothes all shouted, similar to the strange sounds of ancient barbarians when sacrificing gods. However, not only did not damage their style, they developed a unique aura that was as good as men.

Inside the lakeside pavilion, the middle-aged general who led troops to guard near Rouge County lit up and was very surprised. He was originally invited to come here, but because of his affection, he couldn't help but clap and admire him after seeing this scene with his own eyes: "What an iron cavalry stands out! Especially a few women rushing forward with swords, they have this momentum, which is very difficult."

The county magistrate Liu smiled and nodded and said, "It's really good."

After that, the sound of the piano became more and more straight into the sky, like spring thunder rolling in the sea of ​​clouds. Eight girls in white-clothed swords always rotated around the woman in the center of the colorful clothes, making a sword like a rainbow. The woman in color deliberately slowed down the speed of the twists and turns, which was in sharp contrast with the girl in the sword who was as fast as thunder. Moreover, many times the girl in swords leaned back and drifted out the sword. The tip of the sword was only more than an inch away from the woman in the colorful clothes. It was really dangerous and dangerous. The woman in color always smiled like a flower.

The picture of the high platform in the middle of the lake has both the beauty of flowing clouds and the thrilling charm.

The old fairy smiled slightly and said softly: "Cake!"

When the girl on the high platform was as fast as a terrifying figure, a large area of ​​bright snow-white sword lights splashed out into the four directions, reflecting on the faces of the spectators by the lake from time to time. Many people were so scared that they hurriedly covered their faces. Then at this moment, when the old god said the word "花",

The eight girls in white suddenly stopped and turned into yellow paper talismans, hovering in the air. The old god waved his hand, and the yellow paper flew back into the old god's sleeves, like a swallow returning to the nest.

The woman in color bent down and picked up the porcelain bottle, walked slowly, handed it to the old fairy in person, and smiled at the main seat of the water pavilion. Then she turned it into a piece of yellow paper with rough runes again, and was carefully hidden in her sleeve by the old fairy.

The old immortal who came from afar shocked the crowd and shocked all the rich people in Rouge County who came to join in the fun on the spot, making some local "immortal masters" who had previously been provocative, really didn't have the shame of cheering.

The young Taoist priest walked around the county magistrate's son in the middle and asked softly: "Brother Xu, do you see the details? Is it a monster? Anyway, my listening to the demon bell has no movement."

The big bearded man ignored it and rubbed his chin and muttered: "One of the girls in white with moles on the corner of his mouth does not seem to be inferior to those in colorful clothes."

Immersed in the shock of my heart, Liu Gaohua said to himself: "He is really powerful. No wonder someone always wants to go to the mountains to visit immortals on his reading letters. If I learn this magic of immortals, I will not need to go to the brothel to drink wine in the future."

The big bearded man came to his senses and asked the young Taoist priest: "Chen Ping'an hasn't come back yet? He won't fall into the pit, right?"

The young Taoist priest said helplessly: "Chen Ping'an has no interest in these things, so he might just sneak out to practice boxing stakes."

The big bearded man nodded and said deeply: "Chen Ping'an can definitely do such a great thing. In fact, let Mr. Liu ask us to go to the rouge and water penis to keep Chen Ping'an's good things next time he encounters such a good thing, and he wishes he could squat on the edge of the high platform in the middle of the lake."

Liu Gaohua said: "Xu Daxia, I am so poor that my family is barely bare. You have seen the situation in my house. In the past, there were occasional romantic love, but my friends were dragged away. To put it bluntly, at first, the girls were thinking about what kind of county magistrate I am, and they were willing to say a few flattering words and took the initiative to throw themselves into their arms. Later, everyone called me a rooster behind my back, and they almost gave me a look."

The big bearded man joked: "A good official's son is actually like you, which is considered your ability as Liu Gaohua. Why is he not promising in studying, unable to inherit his father's business, and unable to make money. In the end, he doesn't rely on both sides, and just travels around all day and doesn't do his job?"

Liu Gaohua's face was dull and said to himself: "If it weren't for the only one in my family, my father was thinking about my inheritance of incense, otherwise I would have died in an ancient house, at most he would have written a manuscript of the sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sac

The big bearded man peeled a citrus orange and handed it to Liu Gaohua half, without saying anything comforting.

In the peaceful years of food and clothing, young people will feel that everything is not satisfactory.

Only when the real thing comes to you will know all the misfortunes before, and it is also a blessing.

The young Taoist priest was a little worried about Chen Ping'an, so he wanted to get up and look for it, but it turned out that there was already a crowd of people in the corridor and it was not easy to get through, so he had to give up.

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When he arrived at a secluded place, Chen Ping'an stood under the wall, seven or eight steps away from the exterior wall of the house, so he stopped moving forward.

The boy in black squatted on the wall with his eyes playing, looking at Chen Ping'an, and said in the authentic Longquan dialect: "I used to be by the stream, and I couldn't see the depth of your fist intention. Now, looking back, I was really careless in the battle of the immortal grave. It was not too unfair to lose."

Hear the accent of the countryside in a foreign land.

But Chen Ping'an was not happy at all.

This guy is Ma Kuxuan from Xinghua Lane, who was taken as a disciple by Zhenwu Mountain, one of the ancestral courts of the military strategists in Baopingzhou.

At that time, in the immortal grave, Ma Kuxuan wanted to kill the two of them, deliberately making up his efforts, hoping to solve both him and Ning Yao in one breath, but Chen Ping'an seized the opportunity and almost killed the guy with the skirt-pressing knife that Ning Yao temporarily borrowed. However, the master of Zhenwu Mountain took action to stop him at that time, and Chen Ping'an failed to succeed.

Ma Kuxuan held a handful of salted soybeans in his hand and threw them into his mouth one by one, eating with relish.

He was originally in Zhenwu Mountain and was worried that this guy from Nipu Lane would die or become an insignificant mortal master. Then the revenge of the immortal tomb would be very boring in the future. Over the past year, Ma Kuxuan followed his second master to Zhenwu Mountain to practice. After going up the mountain, he was very popular. He dared not say that he was famous in a continent. Dozens of countries around Zhenwu Mountain, who did not know that there was a genius who had never met in a century and was born? Who would dare to look at him with his senior level and squinted eyes on him?

In just one year, I broke through the three realms and was as powerful as a bamboo shoot. Now it is the peak of the fifth realm of Zhulu Realm, which scares me to death.

On Zhenwu Mountain, there were sixteen battles between big and small, and his horse Kuxuan was defeated without any defeat.

It’s a pity that this trip to go down the mountain to seek revenge and revenge is barely counted, but it still failed to break the bottleneck of the five realms and entered the middle and fifth realms in one fell swoop. Therefore, Ma Kuxuan was in a bad mood and asked the master who accompanied him down the mountain to go back to the mountain first. He said that he would relax in the rivers and lakes, find a few masters of the three realms of Qi refining to practice to see if he could use stones from other mountains to successfully break the realm. But even without the rewards, rewards, and many magic weapons that were won by the bet of Zhenwu Mountain, Ma Kuxuan walked alone in the mountains of five and six small countries, but could not find a veritable master. Most of them were martial artists in the fourth realm and five realms, who were seeking fame and reputation, and could not bear his punches at all.

Ma Kuxuan ate the handful of salted soybeans and smiled: "Chen Ping'an, look at your appearance, you are determined to take the pure martial arts path? In fact, it doesn't matter. If you are lucky, the sixth realm martial arts will be attracted to us. At that time, you, Chen Ping'an, will be considered a glorious ancestor."

Chen Ping'an asked bluntly: "Are you coming to me? Or are you passing by?"

Ma Kuxuan seemed to hear a big joke, laughing from ear to ear. After finally stopping laughter, he threw only the remaining soybean into his mouth and sneered: "Just passing by, you, Chen Ping'an, take yourself too seriously. What about me, because I heard that Caiyi Country has an unparalleled sword god who has been living in the mountains for 30 years. Everyone said that his sword skills are superb and more powerful than the gods on the mountain. Who has no sword in his hand and has a sword in his heart? He is very proud of it. I spent a lot of effort to find him, but he was unwilling to take action. He said he was already.

After quitting the world, I was so angry that I found him for half a month. I didn’t have the reason to send me away. But no matter how I took action, he just retreated without fighting and fled far away. Even if I chased him and punched him, I lost my original intention of finding someone to discuss. I thought of a way to find his descendants in the world. I took two heads to find this sword god, and finally I was willing to fight with me. But how can a fifth-level martial artist who uses a sword be able to bear the word "Sword God". Do you think it is, Chen Ping'an?"

Ma Kuxuan is actually taciturn on Zhenwu Mountain. He is definitely not such a rumored person. Except for the occasional understanding or the realm of breaking and improving, he goes out to find someone to fight. He has been practicing in seclusion for the rest of the time. Apart from the nominal master, there are two ancestors who only feed him fists and teach him the true meaning of military strategists on Zhenwu Mountain. One is the arrangement of the sect of Zhenwu Mountain, and the other is the addition of Ma Kuxuan's green eyes and appears on his own initiative, treating Ma Kuxuan as his inheritor.

Ma Kuxuan himself didn't know why he wanted to speak in front of his peers in Nipin Lane. Of course, after saying what he wanted to say, there were more important things to do.

For example, another fight!

Since Ma Kuxuan climbed the mountain, he made a vow that the battle between the same realm, whether it is a Qi training man or a pure martial artist, must win completely. This is the case with the lower five realms without any suspense, the upcoming middle five realms should be the same, and the upper five realms will be even more so in the future!

So Chen Ping'an, a young man from his hometown, is a small knot in his heart. The knot in military cultivation is far from anything, but it is disgusting. Ma Kuxuan is certainly unhappy in his heart. He can kill all directions on the Zhenwu Mountain where gods and immortals gather. He actually lost to a little mud-legged guy who can be a little bit of a martial artist?

Chen Ping'an asked, "I've met, are you going to fight?"

Ma Kuxuan rubbed his hands and laughed and said, "It's okay. Even if you are against the three realms and do not bully you Chen Ping'an, but in the sense of being a fellow countryman, I will try my best to stop and try not to kill you accidentally. Even if you are injured and disabled tonight, in the years to come, when I reach the top of the five realms step by step, the battle of the immortal grave will be enough to make you proud. But I will advise you first, just say that you are complacent in your heart. If you leak out and I hear some rumors, I will not be polite to you."

Ma Kuxuan looked down at the calm peer below, feeling a little unhappy. Yohe, and he also learned to pretend to be calm. It seems that this time I went out for a long trip and had some experience in this country of Colorful Clothing. Ma Kuxuan still had a smile on his face, and told himself to knock him down a few punches later, and the kid would know that the sky was so high that the earth was thick.

Ma Kuxuan was about to get up and jump off the wall, but Chen Ping'an had already said, "Go outside and fight."

Ma Kuxuan, who was squatting on the wall, leaned back and disappeared, as if falling on the street outside the wall.

Chen Ping'an looked around, then pointed his toes and swept the wall. He saw Ma Kuxuan slowly walking on the empty street and hooking his finger at him.

When Chen Ping'an stepped on the street with both feet, Ma Kuxuan took one hand and scratched his head with the other hand, glanced at the sword box behind Chen Ping'an, and said with a smile: "You can use weapons at will, it's not your advantage."

Chen Ping'an did not say anything, and moved forward slowly with the six-step stance of the mountain-shaking fist.

The depth of water must be silent.

The same is true for martial artists’ boxing intentions. They are introverted and return to nature. The boxing principle is the principle.

Although Ma Kuxuan seemed to have frivolous words and always regarded Chen Ping'an as a frog in the well, when he was intent on his mind and formally met the enemy, the young man in black changed his momentum. He clasped his fist and pressed his abdomen with one hand, spread his palms and put them behind him. He clasped his fists and poked his fingertips gently on the palm of his hand.

The two sides are separated by dozens of steps.

"It's not enough to have the intention of fist alone, you're too slow!"

Ma Kuxuan suddenly stepped out, and the street on the sole of the shoe was slightly vibrated, and the force penetrated very deeply, but there was no sign of scattering to the surrounding area. The boy in black came to Chen Ping'an in a flash and punched his right hand in front of him.

Chen Ping'an handed his hands at the same time, tilted his head, slapped Ma Kuxuan's fist with his left hand, held the other party's tricky tilt hook punch with one hand, and leaned forward, slamming Ma Kuxuan's face with his left elbow.

Unexpectedly, Ma Kuxuan raised his knees and suddenly popped out his leg, blocking Chen Ping'an's forward momentum, and leaned back, stretched the distance between the two sides, avoiding the elbow strike. However, just as Ma Kuxuan was about to burst out of strength, this kick was really broken. During the time he walked in the world, he challenged the master of the four directions. Even if he was a martial artist in the fifth level, he would be hit by Ma Kuxuan, a military monk who was still better than a pure martial artist, he would almost vomit out several taels of blood, whether it was a punch or a kick.

But Ma Kuxuan failed and found that Chen Ping'an grabbed his leg with his right hand first and threw him out in an instant.

Ma Kuxuan quickly changed his posture in the air, and finally stepped on the wall with his feet, and even his body was even on the street, maintaining a strange posture and walking forward, as if walking on flat ground.

Chen Ping'an and him "walked side by side" without chasing them, and punched Ma Kuxuan's head with both fists.

There was no use of the boxing techniques taught by the old man surnamed Cui in the bamboo building.

For the first time, both sides did not know the true background, so the first time they took the initiative was more about raising their strength, and more about weighing the opponent's weight, rather than giving all their strength, they fought hard, and it was not surprising that Chen Ping'an was so cautious, but Ma Kuxuan had seen the scenery on the mountain in Zhenwu Mountain and also experienced the strength of the martial arts master in the martial arts world. It was still so conservative, which was interesting. It was obvious that Ma Kuxuan treated the only Chen Ping'an who had won him, and deep down, he had an indescribable fear.

Here comes!

Ma Kuxuan stepped on two potholes on the wall.

The boy in black shot towards him like a sharp arrow. Chen Ping'an sank his true energy into the pill room, drew a curve with his foot, slid lightly backwards, and then exerted a sudden force. With a bang, the street at his feet was dusty, and the depths of the ground touched by the straw sandals were even more broken.

Ma Kuxuan punched like a rainstorm. Chen Ping'an fought and retreated, head-on, and fisted against him. Ma Kuxuan punched with great force and continuous force, and the breath was connected, and it seemed like there was no end all the way. Even though his body was suspended in the air and his feet did not fall, Ma Kuxuan made a strong and strong atmosphere like a fierce and powerful atmosphere.

There was a thunder in the air between the two.

It's like someone beats the drums between two people.

Chen Ping'an was beaten back by the boy in black for more than ten steps, and Chen Ping'an almost had to lean on the wall over there.

However, Chen Ping'an, who had invisibly gained a good position, was able to constantly borrow and unload force from the ground, and every bit of it accumulated subtle advantages, one rose and the other fell. It was at this time that he still had enough strength in the second round to prevent Chen Ping'an from stepping onto the ground with one foot. This was not enough. He took another foot into the ground, blocked Ma Kuxuan's punch and doubled the color, hit Ma Kuxuan's cheek with one punch, and made the boy in black fly out.

But just as Chen Ping'an was about to get a breath of fresh air, Ma Kuxuan, who flew out, swept across his legs, and reported to him, and was also whipped hard on Chen Ping'an's neck.

One of them was beaten by Chen Ping'an and flew out, his body was reversed, his feet touched the ground, but his body still slipped backwards.

A man was kicked by Ma Kuxuan and rotated his whole body for a while, squatted with his knees, stood firm, and immediately retreated, as if he needed to adjust his breathing.

Ma Kuxuan grinned and had white teeth, roughly aware of Chen Ping'an's boxing skills, the speed of punching and the course of true qi. He swept forward and was almost as if he had used the magical talisman among Taoist talismans.

Chen Ping'an was forced to put on a defensive boxing stance. Ma Kuxuan's pupils shrank slightly. Just as the two sides were about to collide, Ma Kuxuan's body turned and his steps were quickly and closely stepped out bit by bit, turning around Chen Ping'an like a top, and his body always leaned back, trying to fall back, and he was about to get an arm and a half distance from Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an did not give that punch easily.

After going around a circle, Ma Kuxuan stood up straight and wandered around Chen Ping'an again, asking curiously: "This punch is very dangerous. Is there any name for it?"
To be continued...