Minshan.

In the dense forest at the Beishan Road intersection, a middle-aged man in green holding an iron sword slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

There were guards and soldiers who shot them with powerful attack crossbows, but they were all blocked by the iron sword in the man in blue.

The guards rushed forward, and the middle-aged man walked with his sword, his steps were like ghosts and quite strange.

Lu Qingchen couldn't help but cough and said, "Grand Sword Master, a disciple of the academy?"

"I didn't expect that the academy disciples also participated in this matter, but the academy disciples actually interfered in politics?"

"Are you not afraid of the second-floor gentleman going down the mountain to kill you?"

There was a college in the State of Tang Dynasty, and there was a dean named Master.

There is a back mountain in the academy, and there is a two-story building on the back mountain. The Master always lives here, and twelve disciples accompany him.

Because the twelve disciples of Master were too high in generations, they were called Master!

The middle-aged man in green looked at the fearful military soldiers and sighed: "All of them are victims of great men, but I do my own things, so you will naturally not be able to survive."

Then the middle-aged man in green looked at Chen Xuan, who was in a leisurely manner in Xinruo, and saluted and asked, "Dare you ask this gentleman, what is a fellow Taoist?"

If you don’t understand, you will be ashamed to ask. This is the truth taught to him by the academy.

Chen Xuan looked at the middle-aged man in green with a weird sword technique and explained: "Anyone who seeks the Tao can be called fellow Taoists."

Although there are three vehicles of Dharma and five levels of immortality, no matter the side, left, or demonic path, there is a word Tao.

That is, seeking the Tao, all seeking the friends on the road.

Although there is a theory that the Tao is different and does not plan for each other, the Tao is different, because the paths are different, rather than the different pursuits.

How could the great way be despised because of the way you seek, the way you don’t achieve much, and you despise it.

Those who hold this will fall into the inferiority.

The middle-aged man in green thought about Chen Xuan's words and said, "Sir, can be called a real person!"

Then he looked at Lu Qingchen and said with a smile: "So I am an abandoned disciple of the academy, and what I do has nothing to do with the academy."

The iron sword was leapt in the hands of a middle-aged man in Qingyi, as sharp as an antelope hanging its horns. Those who touched it all died.

Lu Qingchen had the idea, and the short sword rose into the air and hit the iron sword in the middle-aged man in Qingyi.

There were sounds of gold and iron fighting, and vaguely, sparks flew everywhere.

It made Ning Que feel excited. It turned out that this was a battle between practitioners. He could not stop him, either the iron sword in the hand of a middle-aged man in green or the short sword in Lu Qingchen.

So he wants to enter the academy, he wants to practice, and he wants to take revenge.

The battle continued, and Lu Qingchen was panting. The two breathing adjustments consumed a lot of his mind.

Master Nian is indeed very strong, but once he is approached by the sword master, even the most powerful Master Nian cannot use his weak body to fight the sword master and fight with him in a hearty battle.

Perhaps some geniuses can do it, Master Mind and Sword Master fight with each other closely, but Lu Qingchen is not the one whom Haotian favors, so Lu Qingchen thinks he can't do anything.

The guards gradually died, and there were only a few soldiers left, and the only elite barbarians still bent their bows and arrows in their hands.

However, the scattered arrows threatened a great swordsman almost as if they were not threatened.

Lu Qingchen made seals with both hands and mobilized the last thought power in his body. In an instant, Lu Qingchen's thought power poured into the internal organs of the middle-aged man in blue.

The middle-aged man in green stopped and looked at Lu Qingchen with a serious expression, saying, "I didn't expect that Lu Qingchen, who worshipped the South Gate of Haotian Dao, actually abandoned his sword and practiced his thoughts, and entered the realm of Cave Xuan."

"It's just a pity that your breathing adjustment was interrupted just now. Although my internal organs were damaged, Mr. Qingchen probably wouldn't have the power to fight again now."

Blood oozed out of Lu Qingchen's five senses, flowing down to his lower jaw.

A relaxed expression appeared on the face of the middle-aged man in green, and the vital energy of heaven and earth around him gathered wildly and poured into his body.

"Night covers the sky, the country is restless. I don't care whether it is the prince or Xiahou. Today I just come to kill His Highness the Prince."

Even before the murder, this student who was offered a college still seemed very graceful.

Li Yu, who was holding the child, grabbed Chen Xuan's dusty Ming Taoist robe's right hand, and grabbed Chen Xuan's dusty Ming Taoist robe.

It seemed like I wanted to say something, but when I spoke, I could never say it again.

"A person in the academy uses the means of the Demon Sect to kill people. Are you not afraid of being punished by heaven?"

Lu Qingchen, who was sitting on the ground with exhausted thoughts, was also extremely frightened when he saw this feeling.

Perhaps a great sword master cannot do anything to Chen Xuan, but how should a great sword master who has been deviled, Mr. Chen, deal with it?

Ning Que pulled up the thin black Sangsang and left. The winner was decided by the young pawns like them. Could it be that they would stay here to pay their lives?

The carriage was not far behind Chen Xuan. Ning Que thought for a few moments, holding a hard bow from the army, walked towards his worn-out carriage.

All their family backgrounds are in the worn-out carriage. Besides, a big man as tall as a great swordsman, will he pay attention to the actions of a pawn?

The middle-aged man in green did not answer Lu Qingchen's question, but looked at Chen Xuan and asked: "Does sir think that if you are deviled, you are determined by the right path?"

Being possessed by demons is an extremely painful thing, forcibly absorbing the vital energy of heaven and earth into the body.

Taking the gift that belongs to Haotian for oneself is to be possessed by the demon. Since ancient times, all those who have become demons will not die well.

This is for the punishment of heaven!

Chen Xuan felt the pulling force at the corner of his clothes and said calmly: "What a demon? Although you are seeking the Tao and being a fellow Taoist, you are attached to the demonic form and cannot get the devil's will. Your path is offside, but you choose to die alone, and doing this is also considered obsessed with your heart."

"But His Highness promised me to let me enter the academy, and I happened to be as honest as a man."

"Of course, I can't let fellow Taoist kill His Highness the Princess."

At that time, Li Yu breathed a sigh of relief and could finally survive.

Over there, Lu Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, and His Highness the Princess was finally able to go home.

The middle-aged man in green held a sword and said, "Mr.'s words are not unreasonable, so let's fight!"

He wished to exchange for peace in the Tang Kingdom for one person's death.

Chen Xuan looked at the middle-aged man in Qing who had absorbed a lot of heaven and earth energy into his body, just like a middle-aged man in green before the eruption of a volcano, and said, "There is no difference between big and small, nor is it a distinction between order. Tao is Tao. The road to the great way is long, and all are full of bones."

"I will send my fellow Taoist back today!"

Next moment!

Chen Xuan's soul moved with a clear and bright spirit, and the majestic energy of heaven and earth also came from all directions.

The strong wind danced the huge trees in the dense forest, half a mile, and the celestial phenomena changed, like the sky hanging down.

Ning Que stopped beside the carriage, followed by the carriage cover, and pointed the bow and arrow at the middle-aged man in green.

Perhaps this time, you can make some credit, and this young and inappropriate Mr. Chen may not necessarily lose.

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Chapter completed!