The Sword Dynasty

"The wine shop boy did not agree?"

"Accepted, just invited one person, would like to ask if the ancestors can walk together."

"who?"

"Zongzi Su, a student at Yuyang Jianyuan."

"What is the origin?"

“An orphan of Changling Gulou Lane has been following the practice of Liu Yanghe in Yuyang Jianyuan since childhood, so it is somewhat different from the average student.”

“Is there a problem with the source?”

"There is no problem, and the vice president of Yuyang Jianyuan and I are old friends. What he said in his mouth is exactly the same as what I got from several teachings."

"In this case, let them come."

The sun is getting more and more charming, and the spring is getting more and more charming. It seems to infiltrate the thin car curtain and seep into the body of Zhou’s ancestors.

The Zhou family ancestors did not look at the retired Zhou Yunhai figure, but looked gloomyly at his high rise.

Although these news are all inquired by Zhou Yunhai and verified by many parties, there will be no problem, and a student of Yuyang Jianyuan will not seem to have any influence on his entire plan. However, somehow, he always I feel that some of the actions of this wine shop teenager are beyond their own expectations, and faintly bring some unknown threats to themselves.

The two teenagers walked quickly, and the figure of the young man reflected his eyes full of haze.

His eyes are like a sunrise, the haze is fast = long = wind = the disappearance of literature, replaced by warm kindness.

A gentle breath gently precipitated from his body, slowly separating the curtains to the sides.

He carefully looked at Fusu.

Fusu wore a blue robes that were washed a little white, with a handsome appearance, a clean eyebrow, and a transparent feeling.

Just feeling that Zhou’s ancestors were staring at themselves, his face was a little red.

Such shy and clean people generally only exist in this bottom layer.

If there is a certain background, it will never allow him to go to the place of Lushan.

Zhou’s ancestors’ mouth slowly floated some self-deprecating colors, and he thought that he had not left the ink garden for a long time. So after re-entering Changling, I thought too much. What kind of threat does this young boy have to himself?

He laughed awkwardly and waved at Ding Ning and Fusu, saying: "Come here."

Going to the old man's body, Fusu was a little surprised. He didn't expect the Zhou family's ancestors to be so amiable, and it seemed to be quite different from the legendary old and powerful.

But at this time, he felt a weak chilly temperament came from the body of Zhou’s ancestors. Infiltrate into your body.

He reacted in an instant when the ancestor was exploring his cultivation. He should be the only teenager in Changling who had reached the five borders. For his identity, this kind of repair corresponding to his age was too awkward. As the biggest flaw, he can be sure that Zhou’s ancestors could not detect his true cultivation.

Therefore, he is just like Ding Ning in the past. If nothing is noticed, let this weak chilly glory swim in his body.

"Is it just a three-dimensional product? The body's meridians are also weak, not a good material for cultivation."

Perceived the strength of the real element in the body of Fusu, and then felt a little weak for the average practitioner. The meridian channel that is narrow and not conducive to the circulation of the real yuan, the self-deprecating meaning of Zhou’s ancestors is more intense, and his face is filled with a truly satisfactory look.

"Is everything ready for this?" he asked, taking back the weak temper.

Ding Ning replied briefly and respectfully: "All are ready."

This kind of acting is not very pleasant. And the bright spring light also makes the Zhou family ancestors who look at the black and white color all the year is not used to it, so these words are only a few words, and his heart is impatient.

The curtain slowly closed and his voice came from the curtain. Road: "In this case, both of you will board the car, we will start immediately."

Ding Ning and Fusu went to a carriage behind.

Until you open the curtain and walk into the compartment. The corner of his mouth only showed a faint icy look.

If you can see the true entry of the Fusu practice method, then several dynasties, even those big rebellions, why do everything possible, even at the expense of powerful practitioners, also want to find out the true repair of the Emperor Yuanwu For entry?

The wheels start to roll.

Ding Ning, who had not had much relationship with the event, also began to set off.

Ding Ning's state of mind once again absolutely calmed down.

Any conspiracy is against the general trend, and now he has mastered the general trend.

......

Ding Ning, who did not need to go to Lushan, started to set off. Many people have already set off in the whole world. Many people are preparing to leave.

The northernmost part of the Daqin dynasty originally belonged to Zhaodi, but further north, passing the Yinshan, but it was a continuous desert. Even the former Zhao Dynasty was only to Yinshan, and did not extend its territory to this desert.

The most barren, seemingly unsuitable for people to live, but there are often people who survive.

In the depths of the desert, there are many tribes that make a living by grazing.

In one of the tribes on the edge of a hot river, a wizard-like chaotic man sits in front of a raging ground.

On the black stone that he had condensed in front of him, he scratched countless scratches used to record time.

"It's time to start."

He sighed, his voice was not the accent of this tribe, nor the accent of the former Zhao Dynasty, but the accent of the former Han Dynasty.

When he stood up, the flame spewed in the crack in front of him suddenly became fierce, instantly filling up the amazing height of hundreds of feet, mapping the desert, most of the sky is red, burning black smoke, such as dark clouds It rolled into the distant sky and gave the impression that it was like the fire here was always pressed by him, so it was just the height above the ground.

In the amazing fire that spewed hundreds of feet in height, a red pill turned and looked like an ammonite, and it was like a metal condensate.

The man of the desert sorcerer was swallowed and swallowed the red pill directly into the belly.

A red mist spread out from his body, and he began to move and set off.

......

Some people's departures are earth-shattering, triggering the vision of heaven and earth, but some people's departures are silent.

Fulingjun’s team has been diverted from Wushan for a long time. On the second morning after Ding Ning’s departure from Changling, two Daqi dynasty practitioners wearing black robes and three hair bundles appeared in Wushan’s section. On the mountain road.

One of the two older men closed their eyes and listened for a long time, then turned to look at the young companion beside them and whispered: "Come."

The young practitioner’s face was filled with excitement in an instant, saying: “If this person is really a very useful person among the Qin people for the Lushan League, we have made great contributions to my Daqi Dynasty today.”

The older man glanced at him indifferently, not only did he have no sense of excitement, but his heart floated with a hint of coldness.

He is not loyal to the dynasty, but he is no more than a young savvy.

If it is true according to the intelligence, it is the person who was specially transferred from the distant place by the Emperor Daqin Yuanwu. Then, will this person be an ordinary person?

"What, Chen Daren, are you nervous?"

The young practitioner looked at his eyes, but smiled proudly. He said: "The two of us are joining hands and ambushing, even if the person who came is really a big man, even if it is one of the 13th Daxu, we I have to deal with it, why bother to be so cautious."

"Don't talk." The older man's face changed slightly and suddenly he sipped.

The young practitioners raised their eyebrows slightly, and they did not look good.

On a mountain road far away from them, a carriage was driving.

The mountains and forests in Wushan are dense, the water vapor is lingering, and there are countless birds and beasts in the forest. Even if you speak loudly, even if the hearing of the people in the carriage is several times that of ordinary people, it is impossible to hear.

The reason why the elderly practitioners could feel the arrival of this carriage was simply because they made some secret arrangements on the mountain road in advance.

This is a secret technique unique to his ancestral door, which is impossible for outsiders to know.

However, at this time, the man in the carriage who was closed with his eyes closed was suddenly looking up and glanced at him and the place where the young practitioners were.

The man in the carriage is a man in his 30s who looks good, but exudes the genius of Jin Ge, which is difficult to describe in words.

He obviously only wears the most common green shirt, but every part of his body, his hair, every line of his facial features, including the folds of his clothes, is like a sword. People see it as glaring.

It was impossible for the older Daqi dynasty practitioner to see the man in the carriage, but at this time his eyes were stabbed.

The sword of the man in the carriage, even across such an amazing distance, directly along the cold air, stabbed him in front!

Who is this man in the carriage?

His breathing stopped at this moment, and the blood in his body was cold to the extreme.

At this time, the driver sitting in the front of the car wearing a bucket of squatting slightly, suddenly in the hands.

Two seemingly inconspicuous gray horses suddenly became red-blooded and began to make crazy efforts.

Just for a moment, the violent iron hooves concealed all the noises and turned into a piece of music with the meaning of horror killing!

The elder sorcerer's face changed dramatically, and he screamed and took the lead.

There was a black bone in his hand, and with the madness of his real money, two huge black flowers suddenly formed in front of him.

At this time, the man in the far-distance carriage has already swept out of the carriage.

Just stepping out, the man in the carriage is like a flying sword.

The young Daqi practitioners also changed color.

He just heard the cracking sound in the sky, and he saw a separate air path in the sky, a blue figure, already volley!