A sweet island is like a large bowl at the bottom of a bowl, and the sea water is the wall of the bowl.

All passengers are most likely to become the on-the-trade food of those descendants of dragons.

It will be a long-lost feast.

The sea water below the Osmanthus Island and the ferry was hovering and still, and the surroundings were filled with cold sights from Jiaolong Valley.

The current situation is extremely subtle, and the silent Osmanthus Island is silent. There are both resentment and complaints about Osmanthus Island, as well as confusion from the sky. Some people even silently make small plans in their hearts, weighing their own amulets and trying to get the chestnuts from the fire. Once they survive to the end, not to mention the Osmanthus Island culprit, they will just grab a few corpses of Qi training men, which will be a huge fortune.

At the front, Aunt Gui, the manager who had been hidden in the dark, hovered in front of the sea cliff and confronted the golden old dragon. The languages ​​of both sides were obscure, and were by no means elegant words of any continent. It was very likely that it was the unique words of ancient dragons. At that time, it was called "water sound" by various schools of thought. As for why Aunt Gui was proficient in this statement, why did she dare to go deep alone and confront many dragons alone, the passengers of Guihua Island were too lazy to think deeply, and wished that this ordinary woman would transform into a monk in the upper fifth realm, turning the tide, and then leading Guihua Island out of this damn Jiaolong ditch.

The woman seemed to have not communicated smoothly with the golden dragon. She suppressed her anger, and tried her best to keep her tone stable, and said slowly: "Is there no room for maneuver? According to records, the Fan family only helped you to drag back the body of the Buyu Dragon. Over the years, as long as you pass by your Jiaolong Valley, the Fan family's ferry boats will inevitably sprinkle a large amount of silver foil origami as a tribute to you, which has never missed..."

This old dragon covered in golden scales had a big eyes like a dustpan, and his eyes were full of coldness. "Rules are rules. If you can not follow the rules, how could there be this dragon ditch in the world?"

Aunt Gui wanted to argue and explain something. The golden old dragon raised its claw and pressed it heavily in the water. For a moment, the water was surging and the strong wind blew. Aunt Gui, who was standing in the wind, had a burst of pain in her cheeks by the oncoming wind and waves. However, she did not reach out to stop it from beginning to end, and did not use the magical powers of the earthly realm to avoid it. She just took the old dragon's anger this time.

The old dragon sneered: "Someone deliberately framed you, Osmanthus Island, and I am not blind, so I can see through it at first sight. But the rules are rules. You Osmanthus Island are unknown to you, which made the ferry guests use the Dragon King basket to capture the young dragon without authorization, which broke the rules of both of us. Mrs. Gui, you can leave alone, and all living people on the other ferry must die here."

Aunt Gui shook her head and said, "I won't leave them."

Lao Jiao's eyes were filled with cold sarcasm, and there was also a kind of hot look similar to the food that was attracted by the gourmets, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one must honestly abide by the rules and respect those ragged iron laws, and only to endure not to eat you. How much perseverance is needed?”

Aunt Gui finally asked, "Is there no need to talk about?"

The golden old dragon slowly moved its body as long as a ridge, and two wisps of dragon whiskers slowly dragged into the clear sea water. The precious light flowed. It glanced at a small boat not far behind the woman. The boatman above had already been killed. The boat passenger was a man with a scattered look. He looked around and carried a small basket that looked like a cricket cage in his hand. It was made of ivory and cute.

After being captured, a young dragon that was originally six or seven feet long shoals narrowed in the Dragon King basket, and was struggling and whining.

The old man Zhouzi, who was carrying the boat for Jin Su and Chen Ping'an at that time, was standing on the water next to the man's small boat, guarding the situation strictly and not allowing the culprit to escape.

As for why the true identity of the old man Zhouzi, who is a permanent golden elixir of Guihua Island, did not decisively take action to snatch the Dragon King basket. There are two reasons. It seems that the despicable man of a deer-headed rat is a vulgar man. There is a natal flying sword slowly surrounding him. The sword is one foot long and the whole body is like ink. Thick black smoke continues to gush out. The lowest realm is also a sword cultivator in the Dragon Gate Realm. In addition, the old man Zhouzi was afraid that this villain would destroy the Dragon King basket and the young dragon together, and that would really have to be buried with this guy.

Lao Zhouzi asked the man why he wanted to do such a kind of act that harmed others and did not benefit himself. The man who caused a disaster grinned, just looked at the scene around him, and did not answer. Lao Zhouzi tried several times, trying to figure out through the man's few words, that was the master of the Jiang family who had disembarked on the ship halfway, or the Ding family in Laolongcheng, which was as powerful as the Fan family? Unfortunately, the man always ignored him, and he was as precious as gold and did not want to say a word.

Lao Zhouzi had no choice but to do anything. He still needed to wait for the negotiation between Mrs. Gui and the old dragon. If it was confirmed that it was a dead end, he could only kill the man in front of him first and try his best to rob the Dragon King basket. One person could die less than one person! The Fan family's thousand-year-old family business must not be destroyed today, but in the mouths of these prisoners of ancient times!

Lao Zhouzi calmed down and no longer wanted the man of strange origin to speak. He asked calmly: "Do you think you can still run? Escape from this dragon ditch under the eyes of that old dragon?"

The unpretentious man finally grinned and said, "Then I'll give it a try?"

"This small basket is worth a lot of money from Guyu, I'll give it to you! Take it!" The man suddenly threw out the Dragon King basket with a low quality, which was mostly a large number of inferior products made by separatist forces in a mountain in the ancient Shu Kingdom. However, over time, over the long years, the Dragon King basket has become increasingly rare after being searched, collected and destroyed again and again, and the Dragon King basket has almost become a rare existence comparable to the sword gourd.

Lao Zhouzi did not immediately reach out to pick up the Dragon King's basket to avoid being viciously plotted, but instead controlled the spiritual energy and hovered in front of him. When he focused his mind, he was furious. It turned out that the man had used some tricks in secret. The young dragon in the basket was dying, his flesh and blood were blurred, his muscles and bones were exposed, and he was dying.

The man laughed loudly, and his life's flying sword turned into rolling black smoke to protect his whole body. He twisted out a golden talisman with his fingers, "Let's go back to toast you to your grave, haha, it's a pity that there is no osmanthus brew in the world..."

The golden light of the talisman flashed, and the man disappeared from the boat in an instant.

The golden old dragon shone with its scales and shook its head, and a dragon whisker slapped the sea water like a long whip. It was obvious that the dragon whisker hit the empty space near its body.

But the next moment, one, or two figures, fell from the sky above Jiaolonggou. It was the sword cultivator who had sacrificed his talisman to escape from Jiaolonggou. Even if the talisman was a priceless square inch talisman that was worthless and had no market, the grade was the second-class square inch talisman in the world, and could escape a hundred miles in an instant. Even if the person who gave this talisman was confident, no one of the beasts in Jiaolonggou could stop this talisman. The sword cultivator believed that he had made plans and threw out the Dragon King basket. The young dragon was about to die. Guihua Island and Jiaolonggou were confronting each other like two armies. Mrs. Gui was engaging the attention of the old dragon. In addition, this golden square inch talisman that claimed to be able to avoid the sword of the land sword immortal, he took the opportunity to escape the battlefield. What's wrong?

The old dragon whisker slapped another dragon beard in the air, and a series of dull explosions sounded in the sea water like spring thunder.

The golden elixir sword cultivator who was cut in half, turned into powder in the air, and a large handful of golden debris sprinkled into the clear sea water of the Jiaolong Gully. The golden elixir and two pieces of body slowly sank, causing countless dragons to rush towards the water, and for a moment, the waves surging like jackals fighting for food.

Jian Cultivator died with his eyes open.

How difficult is it for a mountain scattered cultivator who has no foundation to cultivate a sword cultivator in the Golden Elixir Realm?

Before his life, this man thought that after this big deal was completed, he had a strong family background, so he went to find a good place with beautiful mountains and rivers and abundant spiritual energy, and became the founder of the immortal sect, which had been spreading branches and leaves, and had a hundred years of stability for generations. He learned from those immortal seedlings who had been envied for a long time, and just asked intently, and no longer had to take the wrong steps again and again...

After confirming that Dragon King Luan was not passive, Lao Zhouzi gently held his hand, turned his head to look, and sighed, "Little guy, what are you doing here? This disaster is not something you can get involved in. You can quickly retreat to Osmanthus Island. If you are lucky, you can still see the upside down mountain. If you are unlucky..."

Lao Zhouzi stopped talking. Even if it was a huge truth, the battle was imminent, and it would be useless to say more.

After drinking a big sip of wine, Chen Ping'an had already pinned the sword gourd around his waist.

Lao Zhouzi didn't see anything strange. He was also the same when facing Lao Jiao and facing the woman with her back to Osmanthus Island.

However, there was a hint of playfulness in the silver eyes with the golden old dragon's pupils. He did not expose the young man's trick on the spot, but just thought it was just a matter of idleness, so he would be better than a cat to make fun of the mouse.

Chen Ping'an asked: "Senior, is the current situation in our Osmanthus Island no longer broken?"

"It's extremely bad."

Lao Zhouzi nodded, unwilling to lie about this matter, without any cover, and said softly: "It is rumored that when the old dragon signed a contract with the ancestor of the Fan family, its realm was equivalent to that of the Nascent Soul Qi training man. The old dragon was born with alien species, and practiced very slowly, but once they climbed to a high place, their real combat power was often much higher than their realm. Not to mention the hundreds of dragons in a trench, which is not weaker than a sect-headed immortal family in Baopingzhou. The key is that there is that old dragon responsible for the formation, which is the most difficult."

Chen Ping'an was a little helpless, "The old dragon is also the lowest level of the Nascent Soul Realm Immortal?"

Lao Zhouzi nodded, wondering why the young man with swordsman carrying bamboo poles in front of him had this question.

Chen Ping'an looked up at the golden old dragon in the distance.

The latter also looked at him, his silver eyes filled with rich mockery, and he deliberately glanced at the sword-raising gourd around Chen Ping'an's waist.

Chen Ping'an knew that the old dragon had seen through his little tricks.

Wei Bo, the mountain god who personally handed over this "Jiang Pot", once said that under the ten-level Qi training genius, he could not see through the tricks he used to use on the sword-raising gourd, but the old dragon in front of him was clearly an immortal in the ten-level realm. Since this is the case, then Chen Ping'an's method of silently pulling the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the

Lao Zhouzi persuaded, "Little guy, let's go. Your young hero is very good, but it's destined to be useless, so why should you be a hero? It's better to return to Guihua Island and wait for that glimmer of life. If you stay here, I will definitely not care about your life and death, so I can't talk about helping you. It's just that with your current cultivation level, it's no different from sending you to death."

Lao Zhouzi originally wanted to say that even if he returned to Guihua Island, he would just wait for death, but it would be better than being swallowed by a dragon in the sea, but when he said these words, he would still swallow them back.

Chen Ping'an took the tarapole and handed the bamboo pole to Lao Zhouzi, explaining: "Senior, this is the lock-cutting talisman that I modified. It comes from a "Original Book of Alchemy". According to the records, there should be eight ancient seals in the complete talisman. You only had the four words "What is the matter?" on the bamboo pole before. In fact, you missed the command of Master Rain, and the cloud patterns of the talisman were quite different, so I drew this lock-cutting talisman again."

The old man looked closely and stood there on the spot. Then, without saying a word, he reached out to grab the tarot that had been passed down from generation to generation, looked carefully, and rubbed the bamboo pole talisman texture with his palms. "Is the real name called the lock-cut talisman? Is the four words "The Yu Master's Imperial Order" missing? The font of this talisman alchemy, the cloud seal pattern, and the true meaning of the victory are indeed very high. Young, are you a Taoist of the Talisman School? You are a master of a certain sect?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head gently.

He did not say that he was a martial artist, but just used a pure true energy in his body to learn from the scholar Li Xisheng from Fulu Street, and he picked up the strokes and strokes in one go.

Lao Zhouzi sighed and said, "What a pity, we only have this takrax that has returned to its original appearance. If dozens of bamboo poles are painted with this lock-cutting talisman, and combined with a formation master who is proficient in Qimen Dunjia, it may really shock this dragon ditch. What a pity, it's such a pity!"

Aunt Gui had already floated back. After seeing this bamboo pole, she was also a little surprised, but she was not as regretful as Lao Zhouzi. She shook her head calmly and said, "It's useless. Although this talisman has a deep origin, it is often engraved on a dragon locking pillar or a sword. It is one of the tools for ancient gods to capture and whip off the dragon. Even if I only took a few glances in my early years, I could indeed defeat the dragon's genus, but the old dragon was very skilled and no longer afraid of this. First, the bamboo pole is not of high material, and second, this talisman also has very high requirements for brush and ink..."

After Chen Ping'an handed out the bamboo pole, he tried his best to secretly observe the old dragon.

The latter's silver eyes seemed to reveal a deep remembrance, and soon returned to normal. Two dragon whiskers slowly floated, and shining in the sea water.

It is rumored that the golden beard of a thousand-year-old dragon, the demon-bound rope made of the thousand-year-old dragon, can be called the magic weapon among magic weapons.

Chen Ping'an withdrew his gaze and suddenly said, "Aunt Gui, senior, can you help me hold on for a while? I want to draw a new talisman. If the two seniors have other plans, just pretend I didn't say it. Don't worry, I will try my best to draw this talisman by myself."

Chen Ping'an's voice was very light, but the perseverance in his eyes was moving: "A very important talisman!"

———

On the Guihua Island, in the Gui Palace on the top of the mountain, a young Guike was standing on the roof, looking up at the surroundings, and an old woman was worried beside her.

The young man was wearing a bright yellow long gown, which was not eye-catching at first glance. And similar to Chen Ping'an's sword-raising gourd, there were also experts who used the best tricks. If someone could break the magic and look carefully, he would find that the robes were not silk and satin, but were made of countless yellowed bamboo pieces, exquisitely and cleverly woven. The bamboo pieces were thin but extremely tough. It was not surprising that wearing this robes, warm in winter and cool in summer, and they could make the master always feel like he was in a small blessed land of heaven and practice. This was the real immortal's big deal.

This robes are called "Qingliang". They are a famous robes from the Tianqing Divine Mountain of the Bamboo Sea Cave. They were once the favorite of a monarch of a great dynasty in the Middle Earth. As the dynasty was destroyed, the treasure robes were lost for a long time and they never wanted to wear them on this young man.

The boy said in the awkward Baoping Zhouyayan: "Grandma Liu, the 100-mile square inch talisman inch talisman inch in the Golden Dan Sword Cultivator, is it that my 100-mile square inch talisman inch too?"

The old woman sighed and said, "The old dragon's own cultivation is actually not scary. It is just the peak of the Yuanying Realm. However, with the help of a master, it has created this trench like a small world. It turns into a saint and sits in it. Its combat power is equivalent to a monk in the Jade Pu realm, and it also occupies all the right time, place, and people."

The boy frowned and said, "What should we do?"

The old woman smiled and said, "Young Master, don't worry too much. Even if I try my best, I will send the young master out of this Jiaolong ditch. However, afterwards, the young master remembers to return to the cliff colored building where the hydrangea balls were thrown down, and they will not dare to neglect the registration. At that time, the young master can return to Aiaizhou smoothly and tell the story to the ancestor. At that time, the heavenly punishment will land, razor the land to the ground, and avenge me, the old woman."

The boy complained: "Grandma Liu, life and death are so big, why do you say so lightly? I don't want you to die here, we have to go home together."

The old woman's face was still calm and her eyes were kind, and she looked at the young man with a kind look, and said with a smile: "It's also a helpless act. She can't cry in front of the young master. She is so old that she really can't do it."

The old woman remembered something, glanced at a jade ring on the boy's hand, and said softly: "Young Master, remember to hide this ancestral object, don't take out the treasure inside in front of outsiders easily. When you go out, don't test people's hearts easily. All things in the hearts are the most unstoppable."

Speaking of this, the old woman's dry and wrinkled face was a little dazed. After all, all the old women in the world came from the girls all the way.

The boy in bamboo stretched out his hand to point at the small boat, "Grandma Liu, look at the boy who can carry bamboo poles, who are about the same age as me. He is really amazing, courageous and handsome! He is much better than me. When I look back, I must find a painting master to draw this scene."

The old woman shook her head and smiled, "But don't learn from that young man's intentions. Young Master, you are not a simple son of a daughter, a son of a thousand gold. If you are in the area between Baoping and Posa, if something really happens, it will be a huge trouble."

The boy said helplessly: "Grandma Liu, I have experienced many experiences. Don't always treat me as a child?"

The old woman smiled but said nothing.

Those seemingly dangerous experiences, no time did an ancestor stare at them personally?

In fact, this time I went out for a long trip to Juluzhou from Aiaizhou, then went south to Baopingzhou, Shengao Sect, Guanhu Academy, Yunlin Jiang family, and finally arrived at Laolong City. Then I continued to go south and landed in Tongyezhou. Tongyezhou in the north and Yugui Sect in the south had visited. The young master almost entered the blessed land of Yuncao, without any wind or rain all the way, but the old woman could not understand why she was alone as the young master's entourage. Is it too hasty? A qi cultivation man in the Nascent Soul Realm is not low, but how precious is the young master's identity?

Just like this time in Jiaolonggou, if it were a Jade Pu realm sword cultivator who was guarding the young master, the young master would not have to frown, let alone be afraid. He just needed to watch the fire from the other side of the river.

———

Outside an ordinary house on the hillside of Guihua Island, there is a small pavilion. A beautiful young woman was sitting in it, wearing a short shirt and long skirt, and a ribbon tied around her waist. She faced this inexplicable disaster. Although she was full of anger and became angry at the Fan family in Laolong City, she still patiently cooked tea, drank tea, and packed up the tea sets one by one. Then she began to think about countermeasures. However, when she saw the tragic scene of the Jindan Sword Cultivator's death, she was a little discouraged, and most likely she was in a dead end.

The woman looked worried, tapped her fingers gently on the table, muttering to herself: "There is no reason why she is so bad. She even told herself a fortune in Laolong City before she turned down the mountain and sea turtles. She chose the Osmanthus Island. Logically speaking, there will be no mistakes. She should take advantage of one or two opportunities. How could she die here?"

The young woman stood up, tilted her toes, came to the top of the pavilion, and looked down. She immediately had a broad vision. She swallowed her saliva, slowly changed from standing to squatting on the roof, and began to calculate and evolve, "Is there any expert hiding it in it, or is it not a breaking situation? In short, it will definitely not be a dead end, absolutely not... Let me calculate you, the woman who can confront the golden old dragon, Yo, it turns out that you are the Osmanthus Island, strange, the person who breaks the situation is still not you..."

"Let's take a look at this hidden ferry boatman, huh? Hey? He was a Qi training man who fell from the Nascent Soul Realm to the Jindan Realm. His injuries have not yet been healed. He is worthy of being an old man with a story, but you can't break the situation..."

"As for this newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, forget it. It's fine. It's okay to carry a bamboo pole, tsk, and drink? I like to show off so much. I really think that I am a sword immortal in the fifth realm, so stupid... In this case, the key to breaking the situation is that there is a god standing by on the mountain? Just wait for the old dragon to relax and will give a fatal blow? Let me calculate it. There is really a paradise who intends to cover up the aura. It's a pity... not yet!"

The woman scratched her head with her hands and her cheeks were red. She was obviously a little anxious. For a moment, the beaded hairpin between her hair was crooked and her hair was messy.

"Don't panic, don't panic. Master said that any major trend in the world always hides a 'one' that evolves all things, and that Taoist ancestor has been pursuing this word. This is true dragon, the true mystery of the Lizhu Cave Heaven, and the sword energy Great Wall is still like this, and it is all like this..."

When the young woman was in a state of mind, Jin Su, the little girl of osmanthus in Guimai courtyard, turned around in one step and looked back. Looking back, she saw the dangerous confrontation between her master and the golden old dragon, and saw the old man Zhouzi who was probably the Golden Pill monk of Osmanthus Island. Of course, she also saw the young man with swordsman who was rafting forward and running to cause trouble. Jin Su knew that she should not resent the young man who stood up, but for some reason, her annoyance with the young man became more and more intense, so it seemed that all the disasters she suffered today would be attributed to this guy to make her feel a little better.

Jin Su didn't want to think too much, and he didn't want to admit it. The reason why she was so angry was not that the foreign guest named Chen Ping'an was wrong, but that his "willingness to do it alone" invisibly highlighted her cowardice and fear. She didn't even have the courage to stand beside her master and master-apprentice standing side by side.
To be continued...