Chen Pingan nodded slightly, indicating that he understood. Then?

He waited patiently for what was to come.

The girl blushed instantly, fearing that the hidden official of the Great Sword Wall, Mr. Chen in her heart, might misunderstand her name, so she quickly added: "It's the beauty of flowers blooming, the beautiful and ugly beauty of Yan."

Chen Pingan could only continue to nod. He still recognized this word.

She regretted it as soon as she said it. She did the most embarrassing opening in the world? How come she had forgotten the previous draft? Why couldn't she remember a single word?

Seeing that the girl neither spoke nor gave way, Chen Pingan smiled and asked, "Do you have a problem with me?"

The girl's forehead was covered with sweat. She shook her head vigorously, "No!"

She just wouldn't move.

In fact, walking here, just a few steps, exhausted all the girl's courage. Even though her heart kept telling herself to get out of the way quickly and not to delay Lord Yin Guan's business, she found that she couldn't walk at all.

Ah. Then the little girl's mind went blank. She felt that her life was over. She would definitely be regarded by Master Yinguan as someone who didn't know the importance of things, didn't understand etiquette at all, and was ugly. From now on, she would just stay in the sect and practice swordsmanship.

, ten years, dozens of years, a hundred years, hiding in the mountains and never leaving the house. Her life, apart from practicing swordsmanship, is meaningless.

Chen Ping'an didn't show the slightest hint of impatience, he just chuckled and said, "Practice your sword well."

Wu Manyan finally came back to her senses. The smile on her face was uglier than crying. She sniffed, turned aside to give way, lowered her head and murmured: "Okay."

Chen Ping'an was actually very embarrassed, so he bit the bullet and said to the little girl, "I can ask you, Mr. Lu, more about swordsmanship in the future."

Wu Manyan raised her head slightly, still not daring to look at the face with a warm smile, and she hummed.

The blushing lady sighed quietly in her heart, she is such a silly girl. At this moment, this girl seemed to have a cloud flying over her, resting on her face, her pretty face was like the morning glow.

Fortunately, a young man helped to rescue the siege, and said to the young hermit official: "My name is He Qiu Sheng, and I have reached the upper five realms in the future.

Let’s have a sword fight with Lord Yin Guan!”

Chen Pingan turned to look at the energetic young man carrying the sword, nodded and said with a smile: "Okay."

It seems that my relationship with the younger generation is also good.

After the two groups separated.

Wu Manyan wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked the young man: "What did you just say to Mr. Chen?"

He Qiusheng said: "The two sides have agreed that when I reach the Jade Pu realm, we will have a sword fight."

Wu Manyan asked doubtfully: "When you reach the fifth realm, Mr. Chen, shouldn't you be in the fourteenth realm? Why are you still fighting? Why do you ask about the sword?"

The young man said sadly: "Senior sister!"

Senior sister, you can't bully others like this just because I like you.

Wu Manyan shook her head and her ponytail swayed slightly. She looked at the back of the figure in the green shirt and suddenly felt that practicing swordsmanship on the mountain was very interesting.

Before he reached the Baggage Studio in Parrot Island, Chen Ping'an stopped and turned his head, looking to a high place in the distance. Two rays of sword light spread out, each going to one place.

One of the sword lights is the Parrot Island at your feet?

Chen Ping'an was a little confused, why did the senior brothers draw their swords? Who were they talking to about the sword, and it seemed that there were two postures? One was at Parrot Island, and the other was Panshui County.

Chen Ping'an saw with his own eyes that the sword light brought by the scabbard fell not far away.

As for ordinary monks, they are not advanced enough and have already instinctively closed their eyes, or simply turned their heads to avoid it, not daring to look at the bright sword light.

There is nothing unusual about Parrot Island itself, except that the river water around the island suddenly became shallower, making the originally small Parrot Island seem to have been revealed, with many of the mountain roots and ground veins exposed.

All the monks who had just arrived from Yuanyangzhu were complaining, what on earth was going on today, were they fighting wherever they went?

The young Taoist patted the shoulder of his friend beside him, "Fellow Taoist Liu, thank you for your blessing."

Wherever Master Liu Pavilion goes, there will be trouble.

Liu Chicheng smiled and said, "It's easy to talk about."

In a mansion on Parrot Island, Feng Xuetao, an Ascended Realm monk named Qingmi, is discussing matters with several friends on the mountain. The so-called friends are actually like the big dog-legger next to Nan Guangzhao, who can talk and know things interestingly.

Together they discussed how to spread their branches in Tongyezhou. Between words, except for the Liu family of Aaizhou, which needed a bit of courtesy, the other Yugui Sect was not worth mentioning.

On the other side of Panshui County, Jing Hao, the great monk of Liuxiazhou, the leader of a sect with the Taoist name Qinggong Taibao, is in a similar situation, but he has more helpers around him than Feng Xuetao, who was born as a wild cultivator.

They were chatting and laughing with the old Sect Leader Jing who was sitting on the main seat. Previously, everyone was very disapproving of the Yuanyangzhu who looked at the mountains and rivers, and the sword cultivator who was the leader of the four difficult ghosts on the mountain. Some people said that he was just a guy.

I only dare to fight with Yun Jiao. If I dare to come here, I won't even be able to get in.

An unsheathed long sword broke through the landscape restrictions of the house and hung in the courtyard. The tip of the sword pointed at the heroes on the mountain inside the house.

Jing Hao stopped holding the wine glass in his hand, squinted at the long sword outside the room, and looked at Yansheng, who was this unruly swordsman?

Someone in the room started to get up and curse, and came to the door, "Who doesn't have the guts to dare to disturb Mr. Jing's enjoyment of drinking?!"

A figure floated in the courtyard, stretched out his hand to gently hold the sword, and said calmly: "Left and right."

The man at the door seemed to have been strangled by the neck, his face was pale and colorless, and he could not say a word.

He said to the left and right: "I'm looking for Jing Hao. There are other people waiting. You can leave."

He glanced left and right at the one at the door and said, "You can stay."

The man was in a dilemma. He really wanted to say something to the Zuo Dajianxian, "Don't be like this. In fact, I can leave. I will be the first to leave."

Everyone here, even if they have never met Zuo Zuo, must have heard of Zuo Zuo's name.

The man outside the house is known as Haoran's master of swordsmanship, and is recognized as the scholar with the worst temper in Confucianism. He is neither of the two.

Jing Hao stood up, twisted the wine glass in his hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zuo, since I didn't know you before, you're not here to drink. But if you are here to talk to me, Jing Hao, about swordsmanship, that doesn't seem to be the case, right?"

Zuo Zuo said: "After the sword-fighting, you have the final say whether I drink or ask the sword."

Too lazy to continue talking nonsense.

He took a step forward from left to right, waved his sword casually, and handed out the first sword with the Qinggong Taibao who was said to have "reached the top of the eighty-year art path together".

The man at the door and everyone in the house used their special escape techniques one after another, and frantically fled from this place of right and wrong from both sides. There were all kinds of magic, magic and magical powers, which made it dazzling for a while.

But only the man at the door suddenly hovered at the top of the wall, because the surroundings were like a cage, filled with sword energy, creating a formidable world.

After holding out a sword from the left and right, without turning his head, he said to the man: "Why don't you admit your mistake and leave?"

The man immediately clasped his fists and lowered his head and said, "I was wrong!"

In an instant, the Jade Pu Realm monk was trapped by the sword energy and fell heavily on a roof several hundred feet away from Panshui County. Fortunately, his robes were only in pieces. After he stood up, he still held his fists in the distance and thanked him.

It took a while to escape.

Jing Hao threw out the wine glass in his hand, and the wine glass suddenly transformed into a miniature mountain. The wine in the glass turned into a long green river, like a belt surrounding the mountain. At the same time, between him and the left and right, a small world of hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers appeared.

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When you raise your hand, you can see the great avenue of the world in your sleeves.

However, they were all chopped open by a sword. A hundred miles away, the sword energy arrived in an instant.

Jinghao stretched out his fingers and twisted them together with an unusual cyan talisman.

After the slender sword energy was dispelled, the priceless talisman in the hands of the Qing Palace Taibao was also dissipated by the remnants of the sword energy and burned out quickly. The small talisman actually looked as bright as a galaxy.

I just don’t know how much swordsmanship he used with this casual sword attack?

Holding swords on the left and right, he stepped across the threshold and reminded: "Rise up, heaven and earth."

Jinghao had no choice but to create several interlocking small worlds, as if he was following orders.

A moment later, the famous Qinggong Taibao was sitting in his own world, and he used all eighty magic techniques. However, each time, he just handed out a sword, or broke through the brambles, one magic technique, or several.

As for Jinghao's endless spells, even if he is lucky enough to slip through the net under the sword light, he can't get close to him at all. If he gets even slightly closer to the person, he will collapse on his own.

In the end, Zuo Zuo seemed to have said to his junior brother, there is nothing complicated about fighting, you just need to hold out one more sword.

Really, he just held out one more sword, walked out of the house with the sword, and left in the wind. He stopped an Ascension Realm monk in the sky who ran away when he saw the opportunity, and asked: "Where are you going? Send him off.

Do you want a ride?"

Feng Xuetao did not stop, and became faster and faster than thunder, saying loudly: "I dare not trouble you, Mr. Zuo."
Chapter completed!