023 Tianyi Laodao

Li Chengcheng said, "Of course I remember, or I wouldn't be in such a hurry to come here. Zifan little brother, will you come?"

"Me?" Yang Zifan pointed to himself and shook his head quickly and said, "I can't do it."

Liang Yichen said, "Zifan little brother, let's go, how do you know if you don't try..."

Without waiting for Yang Zifan to react, he pulled him through the stone, walked about 100 meters forward, walked towards a vaguely visible path on the left, and arrived at the other side of the peak in a moment.

There is no half of vegetation here, only gravel and sand all over the ground.

Yang Zifan suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little condensed, and the mountain wind brushing his face also seemed to bring a sharp breath. He was puzzled and looked beside him.

I saw that the smiles of Liang Yichen and Li Chengcheng beside them had restrained, and their faces were frosty, and they looked solemnly ahead, just like a different person.

Yang Zifan looked up with their eyes and saw that the peak was less than 100 meters above, and a hut was built on the hillside, which was very simple.

As if he knew the doubts in Yang Zifan's heart, Liang Yichen explained: "This is the withered peak of Tianyi Laodao's residence"

Li Chengcheng also explained, "Tianyi Laodao is one of the three elders of Tianyuan."

Hearing this news, Yang Zifan was dumb for a moment. There was a lot of information about Tianyuan Sanlao in his memory, especially the story of Long Xiaofeng vs. Tianyuan Sanlao from Mr. Wei.

According to the story, the three elders of Tianyuan usually travel around. Only when there is a special event in the faction will they return to the mountain. Such people are generally people who fly to become immortals, or become scattered immortals. The cultivation is unfathomable, and they are even more prestigious in the Tianyuan faction.

Such a leaking hut is actually the residence of one of the three elders of Tianyuan. And what did Liang Yichen and Li Chengcheng do here?

At this time, a strange cry suddenly sounded in Yang Zifan's ear. It sounded as if a giant beast was breathing. He turned his head in surprise, but saw Li Chengcheng close his eyes slightly, taking a long breath, and slowly spitting out.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at the thatched hut shaken by the mountain wind on the mountainside, and held it with his right hand.

"Ms!" A roar.

A small palm-sized black axe flew out of his hand and waved it in the wind, changing into a giant axe with a handle more than four feet long and a face as big as a car cover.

The shape of the giant axe is clumsy, and the mouth of the axe handle is thick and dark. The phoenix dragon pattern is faintly visible on the handle of the axe and the axe body, and the silky silver inscriptions linger among them. At a glance, it is by no ordinary.

I heard Liang Yichen say slowly, "This axe has been cast for more than 600 years and weighs 800 catties. It has the merit of creating heaven and earth. Its name opens the sky."

Li Chengcheng took a deep breath and suddenly there was a fierce wind around him. The field suddenly flew sand and stones, blowing Yang Zifan back a few steps.

"Wow...kill!"

A long killing sound echoed between the ridges. Li Chengcheng suddenly flew up, and the huge axe was caught in his hand and rushed like thunder. In an instant, he rushed to the hut and hit his head in, stirring up the thatch all over the sky.

After the thatched grass flew up, it seemed to be pulled by a dark force and fell back. In an instant, the whole hut looked like before.

The grass house does not transmit light. Even when it was just opened by Li Chengcheng, it could not see the inside at all from the outside.

After Li Chengcheng rushed into the house, he only saw a light flashing, and there was no more reaction. Yang Zifan was very curious.

Suddenly, Liang Yichen beside him sighed, "It's a pity."

"Bang!" There was another huge earthquake in the thatched hut, and the mountain galloped out of the house.

"Hang!" With a sound, inserted in front of Yang Zifan and Liang Yichen's feet, there was a gust of wind, and the handle of the axe trembled slightly in front of Yang Zifan's eyes, which scared his heart to beat wildly.

I heard "bang!" in my ear again. With a loud noise, the field suddenly raised a piece of dust, which made people unable to see. The dust slowly dispersed. Li Chengcheng half knelt in front of him, his shoulders shrugged up and down, and his right palm trembled. He wiped the corners of his mouth, and a bright red on his left hand came into his eyes. He turned his head. His face was already as white as paper, but those deep eyes The eyes are bright and exciting.

I haven't waited for Yang Zifan to figure out what's going on.

Suddenly, Liang Yichen beside him roared softly. As soon as the roar began, he had already flowed forward, and a golden light flashed in his hand and turned into a white lightning and fell into the hut.

For a while, the golden light of the hut won, and then the roof was lifted twice and fell twice, about dozens of seconds.

There was another whisper, but the golden light in the room flashed away.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Zifan only felt a sharp wind passing by, and a few short hair in his eyes flew in the air. Looking back, he saw a short sword about two fingers wide and made of yellow bamboo joints inserted on the ground two feet behind him. The golden light on the sword body was still long and extinguished, as if his strength had not yet disappeared.

Shicai's dagger seemed to fly from the underworld, passed by Yang Zifan, cut off a few of his hairs, and then fell silently, and Yang Zifan almost didn't realize it!

The sword is there, but what about the people?

With a squeak, the hut opened again, and a figure flew out like a broken kite and fell heavily at Yang Zifan's feet.

Yang Zifan looked at the hut and looked at Liang Yichen, who had no scars but could not even stand up. He only felt that his scalp was numb and his heart was chilly.

Liang Yichen tried to stand up, but his face was full of an unyielding smile. He turned around and looked at Li Chengcheng. Yang Zifan clearly felt that the momentum on the two people was rekindled at that moment.

"Ah...ah..."

Two long roars echoed in the air. Liang Yichen had already floated in the air with the yellow bamboo sword, while Li Chengcheng grabbed the mountain, and the light on the axe flashed and rushed over the road.

A gust of mountain wind roared by, stirring up dust, but it also aroused the ripples in Yang Zifan's heart. The ripples expanded more and bigger. For a moment, Yang Zifan only felt that there was a fighting spirit in his heart. Looking at the two people running towards the swaying hut, they were full of blood and just wanted to participate in it.

Two people.

One go up.

It's like a sharp arrow away from the string and like a moth to fight against the fire, but extremely brave and unyielding.

"Boom!"

A loud noise.

The whole hut was made of thatched grass to cover Yang Zifan's vision. I only heard the sound of swords and the roar of axes. In addition, the sound of Zhenyuan's explosion was mixed, and the thatched grass in the sky was stirred up more than five times.

Only the time of a fragrance.

The flying thatch galloped back from the air and instantly remade a hut.

The hut was quiet and there was no movement.

Yang Zifan was in a hurry and hurried up a few steps.

Suddenly, the hut broke two big holes, and two white shadows rolled out of it and rolled straight to Yang Zifan's footsteps before stopping in confusion.

It's Liang Yichen and Li Chengcheng.

At this time, their faces were as pale as paper, bloodless, and their muscles seemed to tremble because of excessive force. But his eyes were unusually bright and excited.

When Yang Zifan saw it, there was a trace of envy in his heart.

Liang Yichen raised his palm with difficulty and patted Li Chengcheng beside him. For a moment, he burst into laughter. The laughter was bright and smooth, echoing in the mountains and slowly.

He looked up at the thatched hut swaying in the wind halfway up the mountain, and the cheerful laughter in his ear was like a catalyst, which made Yang Zifan feel angry. He said in his heart: It's true to be a man and do things like this!

"Brother Zifan, do you want to have a try?"

Liang Yichen's voice came around him, and Yang Zifan had no hesitation for a moment.

The heart of Jiuye Qinglian in his body quickly turned, and a blue light flashed. He had rushed outside the house and rushed into the hut with only one palm.

Originally, there was no strange feeling when he was outside the house, but when he rushed into the grass house, he only felt that he suddenly fell into a pool of ice water. For a moment, his whole body had been immersed in ice water for many days, and he could hardly breathe!

The heart of the nine-leaf green lotus in the body started to run spontaneously. In an instant, Zhenyuan filled the whole body, hot and manic.

Yang Zifan looked at a black stone in the hut, which was very square like a sharpening stone. On the stone, an old man in gray sat cross-legged against the wall and couldn't see his face clearly. It must be Liang Yichen's old way of heaven.

He saluted a descendant and said, "Yang Zifan has seen his predecessors in the past!"

"If you want to fight, hit it. There's so much nonsense. If you don't call, get out of here." Tianyi Laodao did not look back, and his voice was old and dry, like a big hole in his throat, which was a little leaking.