Chapter 233 Qingyan Real Person

Qingyan Zhenren is extremely depressed and depressed, because his cave has been occupied. Although my rain fell on the mountain is not a fairy's blessing, it is also a place for me to settle down. I just went out to visit my friends for a few days. When I came back, I couldn't get off the array on the mountain. With a gentle touch, I actually flew out of several magic weapons one after another, bursting. If I hadn't dodged in time, I would have been The power of the magic weapon was hurt.

As the saying goes, the golden nest and silver nest are not as good as your own dog nest. After all, this rain falls into the mountain is a Taoist temple where you have lived for more than a hundred years. Although the aura is only reluctant, what else do you have for for a free practice? Large and small peaks with a radius of more than a thousand miles have long been occupied one by one. It is not easy for me to grab this slightly good aura. Isn't the reason why Qingyan Zhenren can show off his power in front of his bitterly scattered friends is that he occupies this Yuluoshan Taoist temple?

If those people know that their mountain gate is occupied by someone, they can't say how to ridicule themselves. Well, although the mountain gate is a little simple, it is at least their own nest. However, the bursting magic weapons shocked him a little. How can such extravagant methods be used by ordinary people? Obviously, it is indeed a great figure who occupies his mountain gate. However, if he doesn't even know who is occupied by the mountain gate, let himself be a golden elixir peak monk to pinch his nose and swallow this breath like this. He left obediently, and Qingyan Zhenren himself was a little unwilling.

So after the anger, the Qingyan real person began to scold the street regardless of his identity. Previously, there was some convergence for fear of angering the people here, but later he saw that no one answered. The heart hurts the amulet that was damaged when the magic weapon exploded. The green smoke real person's mouth was getting more and more without a door. What? All kinds of dirty words were scolded.

However, inadvertently, a snow-white sword light rose straight from the mountain and went straight to himself. Qingyan looked at it. It turned out to be a beautiful female monk with a beautiful face full of frost, and the murderous spirit was flying towards her. Qingyan Zhenren was stunned. He didn't expect that the scoundrel who occupied his cave was a young woman. He couldn't help regretting the dirty words he scolded. Standing in the air on the sword light, Qingyan Zhenren was about to ask questions, but the woman opposite waved a sword to him without saying a word.

Qingyan real person was shocked and quickly dodged. However, this powerful sword also cut off a corner of his clothes. Now Qingyan real person quit. Who doesn't know that his Qingyan real person cherishes his belongings the most? Usually, even if it is a broken jade charm, he will beat his chest and heartache for a long time. This The woman's Xuanbing didn't know what grade it was. Unexpectedly, she broke her hard-won magic suit with one sword, which made the Qingyan Zhenren, who was already resentful, furious and furious. Without saying a word, he sacrificed the flying sword and Birou in the same place.

This battle doesn't matter, but it shocked Qingyan Zhenren. Where did the girl come from? She is so strong. Compared with herself who has been practicing for hundreds of years, a Xuanbing in her hand is even more powerful. The three-grade Xuanbing, which I finally found from a relic, had a faint trace of damage under the touch. This makes the stingy Qingyan real person's fleshache for a while. But the arrow had to be fired on the string. The girl in front of her seemed to be crazy. She seemed to be full of resentment. She didn't care about the damage of her Xuanbing at all. She cut one sword after another, regardless of the damage of her Xuanbing, which made Qingyan Zhenren overwhelmed.

Qingyan Zhenren didn't guess wrong. This tenderness was really resentful. First, the strength of the nine-tailed fire scorpion soared for no reason. He almost died under my scorpion tail, and then he encountered the two brothers of the Moye family, and then he was in a coma and was taken advantage of by the thief. It's really hateful. Although he saved his life, his innocence was almost destroyed by this hateful thief, and then his sister Bi Xin looked even more unreasonable, which made her extremely helpless.

Bi Rouqing has not flirted with any man for so many years. Now he has been taken advantage of by this childish vertical. Thinking that he woke up is just the hot thing under him, Bi Rouqing is even more angry. Without using any divine channel method, he went crazy, one sword after another to the Qingyan real person. If he hadn't been sober, wouldn't he have been broken by the little thief? Isn't the innocence of a lifetime ruined? Thinking that it was difficult for him to deal with the shameless thief, Bi Rouqing was even more angry.

In this way, it was a bitter Qingyan Zhenren. Bi's cultivation was originally comparable to him. In addition, a lot more Xuanbing in his hand attacked himself like crazy, which really made him overwhelmed and sweating all over. Just as the two were entangled, Gan Ping flew out with Bixin and stood outside the Lingbao Guardian array.

Speaking of which, Gan Ping was still extremely grateful to this unlucky real person who stirred up the situation. If it hadn't been for his fierce shout at the critical moment, how could he wake up under the urging of the intelligence of the love fire? If he hadn't shouted and scolded, would this tenderness have given up on himself at will and turned to him like crazy? At this time, Gan Ping's eyes looking at Qingyan Zhenren were already with a trace of gratitude, good man.

It's a pity that the good man Qingyan Zhenren was already sweating and overwhelmed. The speed of this soft sword was really too fast. One sword was faster than one sword, and a few swords almost passed by. The cold sword spirit made Qingyan Zhenren couldn't help sweat. Seeing someone coming, Qingyan Zhenren waved a sword with all his strength, forced Bi Rouqing to retreat, and quickly retreated, standing in the air panting. Finally, someone came. I don't think they will be entangled like this crazy woman, right? Qingyan Zhenren's heart has labeled Bi Rouqing as crazy.

Bi Rouqing, who did not know that she had gone crazy in other people's hearts, was about to come out with her sword, but she was unexpectedly stopped by Gan Ping. The enemy was red when they saw each other. Bi Rouqing saw that it was Gan Ping. She was so angry that she almost split her sword at Gan Ping. Fortunately, Bi Xin behind him quickly hugged Bi's tender arm, which avoided the tragedy. Looking at the angry tenderness, Gan Ping, who knew that he was wrong, touched his nose awkwardly and turned to fly to Qingyan Zhenren.

"This, Er, senior..." Gan Ping arched his hand slightly and saluted the Qingyan real person who saved his field. He was not a guest, but a sincere gratitude to the person who relieved him. "We don't know that someone here has set up a dojo for a long time. We thought it was no one's place. I'm really sorry. We'll leave immediately." Gan Ping was also a little depressed. When he chose this mountain, he obviously chose a hill that did not have a forbidden formation. Why did someone come to him? But fortunately, he solved his own crisis. Otherwise, he broke the tender body, and the other party would not forgive him and said that he would kill him.

Thinking of the expression of his master Mo Congfeng after the loss of his child boy, Gan Ping couldn't help fighting a cold war and once again was deeply grateful to the people in front of him. Qingfeng Zhenren was also a burst of speech. Originally, he thought that it was a scattered giant who occupied his own dojo to set up such a formation so luxuriously, but he didn't expect that it was such a young and handsome teenager. Previously, looking at the cultivation of Gan Ping's chemical solution, Qingfeng Zhenren couldn't help but despise him for a while, thinking that he was a young and frivolous son of a family. However, the unique symbol of the disciples of the Miaocheng clan on Gan Ping shocked him.

Although it is still far from the Miaochengzong, how can this experienced Sanxiu not know the hegemon of this side, Miaochengzong? Seeing the clothes of this personal disciple, Qingfeng Zhenren has already complained in his heart. As a scattered practice without a school, the first purpose is not to provoke the disciples of such a large sect. Even if this disciple's cultivation is low, it is also abusing that provoke. After all, there is a sect behind him as support, but he is alone. However, there is no helper at all.

The moment he saw Gan Ping, Qingyan Zhenren's heart was already ashes. It seemed that he could not save his Taoist temple. He just hoped that this disciple could be more reasonable and return the elixirs he had cultivated in his cave for more than a hundred years, which was grateful to himself.