Chapter 76 will be the top

"Real?" On the downhill, Rong Hui unfolded his body and went straight to the top of the mountain. Thinking of the first time I went to the black market in Ganzhou, the female prisoner of war who was stripped of her clothes and put on the table for auction was angry and funny: "No wonder they can't win. After the war, they began to prepare for the next battle. We thought that the world would be peaceful from now on, and we would only report good news but not bad news, and we would ask for merit. When they came back, they were dumbfounded again... They all said that they had forgotten the pain after the scar, but as soon as the battle was over, the injury had not healed, so I forgot it first... For thousands of years, one after another..."

Bixia frowned and hummed and retorted: "Some people seem to be quite worried about the country and the people... But they don't remember well. As soon as they look up, they forget where they came from, where they want to go, and where they are standing now..."

This sentence is like a bowl of cold water, which makes Rong Hui bow his head and hum. He was angry and breathed, laughing at himself while running: "Today's emperors, if it were me, I would have to find a way to break our single-plank bridges to avoid the fire spreading..."

As he spoke, he ran out and suddenly felt that the earth trembled slightly, and he heard the high-air firebird hissing warning. His heart was slightly aween, and he reminded in a low voice: "Be careful!" Looking up, I saw the sun go down to the top of the mountain, and at the end of the snow, there was a colorful and brilliant stone platform. The stage is full of energy, as if someone is fighting. If you don't guess, you will know that it is the three 'national sergeant', secretly sneering and approaching.

Thousands of snow peaks can't stop Rong Hui from jumping gently. He unfolded his body and took a detour to the top of Shibei. I didn't see a nine-foot square platform until I got to the stage. Its quality is like jade, colorful and crystal clear, and it is natural. I can't help but be stunned: "Is this the 'colorful stone' that mending the sky in the legend? This is not like a stone tablet..." But listening to the vigorous attack behind the stone platform, the "rumbling" sound is coming from the east. Seeing that the platform was downhill, it had been shaken into a gully, but the stone platform was not damaged at all. Suddenly, it was hard and hurriedly went around to the west to avoid it.

Under the mountain platform, Rong Hui carried Bixia on his back and circled around the stone platform, but he heard the sound of fighting like a ghost and couldn't help but have a headache: "You dogs bite the dog and die together." After a slight balance, he reminded Bixia: "I'm going up!" Taking a deep breath, the virtual spirit jumped up and jumped three feet in his breath.

When the lift was exhausted, his feet kicked down, his body pulled up again, and his breath ran three feet. In the air, his palms were blurred and pressed on the jade wall. He only felt extremely smooth and powerless. He took a strong breath, sucked Yubi with both hands, pressed it down, and then went up. When the strength is exhausted, the middle finger happens to be on the table. Take the opportunity to breathe, press it hard, and the two of them sway straight up.

The table is square, and there is a cylinder in the middle, which is ten feet thick, and it is also a colored jade texture, straight to the clouds. The firebird is resting on the top of the pillar. Three people were surrounded by the pillar. The fat man held a treasure knife, the girl held a dagger upside down, and the young man wore two edges on his waist. They were the three apprentices of the "national scholar". Around the three people, there are some other carvings, just like the decorations in the tent.

The three were shocked to see someone jumping up. The fat man couldn't help but raise his hand with a knife. Rong Hui was in mid-air, and he was even more rude. He slapped the "competition" and took pictures according to the situation. The palm waved out, the wind and clouds converged, and the purple rainbow flew, directly pressing the fat man.

The spirit is exciting, the dragon scale knife is "buzzing" and trembling, and the golden light is shining. The fat man held the knife in his hands and couldn't help trembling. His eyes were bulging, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and he looked up and fell down. The girl was shocked and hid behind the stone pillar with the young man.

Rong Hui fell with Bixia on his back. Seeing that the three could no longer threaten themselves, they were no longer interested in it. He landed on his feet and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here?" Seeing the fat man gritting his teeth, frowned and staring, it was clear that he could not open his mouth. Seeing the girl's eyes flashing, she stared at it and asked in a low voice, "No, I don't mind pushing you down..."

If God looks at people, he looks directly at the soul. The girl was stared at by Rong Hui, and she was frightened and blurted out: "We..." Before she came out, she only heard the "national sergeant" say in a loud voice: "Li Zhenren, they are all juniors, so don't be embarrassed... I'm here for my own purpose." If the real person is willing to help me retreat, I am willing to participate in the grand event with my friends..." In the roar, it was intermittent.

Rong Hui thought of "the dead lips and the teeth are cold", and it is indeed better than the four people to deal with the golden armor "corpse". After a little weighing, he discussed Bixia: "You go up and sit down for a while." Let go of the mana and turn around.

"You..." Bixia's legs were still wrapped around Rong Hui's waist. Suddenly, she saw him facing herself and couldn't help losing her voice. The eyes want to breathe fire, and the face is like a glow.

Rong Hui had no time to apologize. He hugged her horizontally and threw her hard. Seeing the shadow rise, it landed firmly at the top of the jade pillar. What's more, he didn't hesitate to jump out. Flying away from the stone platform, I saw that the corpse was still riding on the golden armor horse, dancing wolf teeth, sweeping straight and slitting, and the wind was shivering. The chief scholar holds a pair of white blades in his hand and tossed around in his strength. He is flirting with a knife and fights, which has fallen into the wind.

He saw the situation clearly, raised his hand and "emptiness", drew a circle in front of him, and pressed it out. The wind and clouds converge and form a spiritual ring under the cover. The chief sergeant knew that it was powerful. He had a short blade in his left hand and a long blade in his right hand.

The short blade flies, "huhu" and draws an arc in the air, cutting the door of the corpse straight. Jiashi waved his wolf's teeth and beat him. Jin Tiezheng ming, short blade shot backwards, and the national scholar took the opportunity to retreat. The spiritual ring was closed, and the spirit was excited. The "rumbling" golden armor trembled and the light was shining. The black air rushes in the cracks of armor, and the sky is dark between breaths.

The national scholar retreated by three feet, calmed down, and repeatedly greeted: "Li Zhenren, you restrain it with your strength, and I will take advantage of the profits." Seeing the short blade bounce back, he reached out to catch it. Cross the two blades and jump on it.

Rong Hui felt safe, stared at the golden armor corpse, made a mark in his left hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Type, town-" His right hand pressed it out. The stone platform trembled, and the fire outside the golden armor declined and squeezed inward. The body stagnated, and the black gas rolled in the cracks of the armor, which made the scales tremble and "kowtling".

The sergeant took the opportunity to attack and rushed to the top of the head of the corpse, and cut it off with his right hand knife. The gold and iron hit each other, and the sparks burst out. The golden helmet shines brightly, "poof..." burst into a black gas, from the top of the head to the horse's paw.

The "national chief" took advantage of the shock and rose straight up. Rong Hui saw that he was going to go on the platform and secretly sneered: "Old boy, play with me." Seeing that the corpse was damaged, he took another "competition" and launched it with concentration.

The aura was dry, and the purple rainbow flew, hit the golden armor, and the "rumbling" burst into a flame. Three moves in a row, divided into and combined strikes, only between two or three breaths. The corpse fought with the two, and his strength had declined. It was severely damaged for a while, but it has not been resolved yet. Even people and horses were swept out by the wind. The golden armor trembled, and the black gas rushed down the mountain.

Anti-shock and secret attack, Rong Hui condensed his strength, and his external energy stirred up. He flies ten feet, then comes first, and grabs under the column in a flash. In mid-air, Rong Hui suddenly grabbed the front and was secretly surprised: "With such masculine skills, he can be as fast and light as this... This person should not be underestimated." Take a deep breath, step on the platform, face Rong Hui, and bow your head and thank him: "I'm really sorry to cause trouble to the real person." Put away your two blades and bow.

The girl and the young man came forward, picked up the fat man together, and retreated behind the master. Rong Hui looked at the four people and said bluntly, "Your purpose, say it!" After carefully looking at the stone platform, it was carved into a grassland tent pattern.

An eight-legged jade table is carved in the north, and shrines are carved in the northwest, offering tantric Dharma. The big mirror of the dressing table carved in Northeast China is empty in front of the mirror. In the west is a study, and there is only one bookcase left. To the east is the bedroom, and there is only one empty bed left. There is a large cylinder beside the door, and there is only a saddle shelf beside the cylinder.

When he went down to the top of the mountain, Rong Hui was annoyed when he saw that a treasure house had been swept away by the four people in front of him. Between the eyes, I suddenly saw a dark shadow under the stone platform, under the cylinder. He looked at it and exclaimed secretly: "The tenth monument? Unexpectedly, it was suppressed..." He took a deep breath, went to the west desk and sat down, waiting to listen to the "prosperous act" in the mouth of the "national scholar".

The "national scholar" still wore a half-arm cloak outside the gray shirt, stepped on the wooden clegs, smiled, walked to Yu** to sit down, gently straightened his clothes, and said in a straight face: "Presumably you are also looking for a way out, and there is a way to get out. It will be easier with the help of two people. How about you and I work together?

"Like my husband, I really want to go out." Rong Hui nodded and admitted, smiled and asked, "but I don't know what to do. How should I contribute?"

"That's simple!" The chief sergeant told the truth: "This is the spiritual eye of this world. As long as you and I hit it with all your strength, you should be able to tear the space." With that, he looked at the foot of the mountain and discussed in a serious manner: "As long as you and I cooperate, you can go out immediately! It's not too late. What's the real person's intention?"

Rong Hui had expected it and refused with a smile: "I also have a way to go out, but I don't need your help!"

"You..." The national scholar Changsheng was afraid that the corpse would come, and his mind turned around. He had clearly and guaranteed it: "Li Zhenren, don't worry, I am willing to share half of what I get here. Just go out and cash it immediately!"

Rong Hui's heart moved slightly, and he thought, "Go out to the sea and sky, where can I find you..." nodded and promised, "Okay!" He also asked the chief of the state: "Sir, your cultivation is not under me. You have to keep a token." With that, he looked at the blade in the hands of the three fat men.

The chief of the national scholar understood and explained with a positive color: "The real person has a good vision. These two blades, one knife and one sword are all made of deep sea mysterious essence, which are actually treasures of the world. Since this is not enough to believe, what's the matter if it is temporarily kept by a real person? He gave a wine back, and the three disciples then sent a magic weapon.

Rong Hui looked at the four blades on the case and couldn't help admiring: "Good knife!" Smiling, he picked up the dragon scale knife, hurriedly transported the magic power, and shook it hard. The blade rang softly and glowed brightly. The fat man screamed and spit out a mouthful of blood. Its mouth was bright and flashed into the body of the knife. The knife vibated gently and was immediately full of energy.

"National Scholar" rose up and asked in a low voice, "Li Zhenren, what do you mean!"

Rong Hui smiled without answering: "Now this knife is worth 20% of the treasures here. As long as you keep your promise, this knife will naturally be returned. He raised his hand and waved gently, and his sleeves were like a breeze. The big knife flashed in and picked up a pair of double edges.

"Assistant!" The chief sergeant shouted loudly and raised his hand with a punch, but did not dare to do his best.

Rong Hui held both blades in his hand and did not avoid it. He only felt numb all over his body and couldn't help sighing: "What a pure strength, it is indeed a monk who steps on the sky to repair it." Simply direct your energy to both edges.

The double-edged is stimulated, and the "buzz" tremors. The young man's body trembled, and he only felt that the world was spinning, his breath was astringent and disgusting, and he couldn't help screaming. Two masses of essence rushed out of his mouth and flashed into the blade. The double-edged sound is light and full of spirituality.

The girl is intelligent in a hurry, with her hands imprinted, and her heart is in a hurry. The short sword rang lightly, and the silver light was shining, and suddenly stabbed out. Rong Hui saw it in her eyes and only heard Bixia exclaim "be careful" and handed out the long blade. Point to the edge of the blade and point straight to the hilt.

The golden iron crowed, and the "buzz" sounded sharply. The silver light of the short sword was released, and the momentum stopped. The girl's ears were numb and she couldn't help trembling. The magic weapon spirit rushed out of its mouth and flashed into the sword body. Rong Hui raised his hand and waved it gently, passed by the wind, and put it away.