Chapter 238, Jianyin Jianjue, Swordsmanship Heartcraft

"Bitter Sword Gate, Elder Gong?" Slowly chewing this sentence, Zhu Peng always felt that the old man in front of him was filled with a faintly familiar smell. At this moment, a bloody monk behind him probed his head slightly and came to Zhu Peng and said softly, "Big boss, be careful. This is the official grandfather of Miss Gong Hanying Palace, the former in-laws of our elder Li in Blood Ling."

Daily, do you dare to be more stupid? Remind me that I can't spread my mind. There is no one under the sixth level of refining gas around here. No matter how can you keep your voice down and how can you hide their perception from their eyes and ears?

Sure enough, the next moment, the old man in black in black and wearing a suspected iron sword at his waist, looked away from the mage of Hanshanyuan and naturally fell on Zhu Peng. It was dark, cold, and eternal. There were no words, but a cold sword spirit had gushed out, like dark sea water, covering Zhu Peng's whole body. The attack of this idea of sword meaning can't be blocked even if it is gossip, just like a country can't resist the cultural invasion of another country with a sword.

"It's a pity that the heart and sword have both reached the realm. It's a pity that a whole cultivation has not entered the ninth level of refining gas after all. Otherwise, the great monk who is now supporting the scene in the bitter sword gate should be you." He was not affected at all. Zhu Peng was wrapped in the qualitative and invisible sword. Except for his clothes flying, he did not show any meaningful timidity in the situation.

This point not only made the old man surnamed Gong raise his eyebrows softly, but also the array mage in Hanshanyuan gave a gentle sigh. He has lived in the sect for a long time, and he hardly cares about foreign affairs except for the changes in the formation. This time, although the young man who knows how to protect himself is a little less famous in the Qin Wangling at this time, his cognition is still decades ago.

What about the strongest one among the younger generation? What can you do with the nine layers of refining gas? In the eyes of these monks who know more or less the secret of the five realms because of age and hierarchy, such a junior is still the existence that the older generation of strong people can be killed with one finger. Immortals and immortals, the cultivation of immortals, in a large sense is the number of time. The longer you live, the thicker the accumulation is. Therefore, Shouyuan's endless immortality is the most powerful, which is the eternal truth of Taoism.

But this time, the old man Gong kshed it casually, but encountered the soaked steel needle in the cotton flower. Under the pressure of his sword, Zhu Peng not only acted as if nothing had happened, but also directly opened his mouth to point out the achievements of the old man Gong in swordsmanship and mental mood, the greatest pain in his life, and the absolute flaws in his skills.

The five realms are the original accumulation of this end of the Dharma era. It can also be regarded as the accumulation of cannonballs, while the ninth layer of gas refining is the muzzle diameter of a steel cannon. The two complement each other and are indispensable. Now the old man surnamed Gong has made great achievements in the accumulation of cannonballs, but he can't be perfect in the casting of the muzzle, which leads to his swordsmanship and mood, but he is limited by cultivation. Not only is it difficult to exert all the upper limit of strength, but once he encounters any dangerous situation, there is also the muzzle overheated and the shell explodes. It's possible.

"At the top of the eight layers of gas refining, this old guy and I have the upper limit of cultivation. It can't be weak." The thought in his heart flashed by, and there was a very thin and light purple mask under Zhu Pengzhou's body suddenly flashed, and a cold and decisive murderous intention suddenly burst out, directly dispersing all the swords that the old man surnamed Gong had just scattered.

The kendo idea impregnated by the cultivation of "Zixiaoyan" is unexpectedly useful, but I feel the faint purple. Whether it is the old man surnamed Gong or the array mage of the Hanshanyuan, his face has changed. The old man surnamed Gong even lost his mind and unconsciously took a step forward, but the array mage beside him suddenly reached out and stopped him.

"Brother Gong, I want to break the battle now. Let's talk about other grudges later, okay?"

This is very beautiful, but Zhu Peng was keenly aware that the mage's palm, which had been as smooth as iron in front of him, trembled slightly at this time, or trembled!?

"Okay" looked at Zhu Peng deeply. A short word was actually said by the old man surnamed Gong for a long time. It seemed that this decision made him pay a lot of effort. I just didn't expect it. The old disciples have already made such achievements today. Idiot, no matter you or me, you are much behind that person.

"Ha ha, since the day we met, we can't beat him. Today, it's nothing to be run over by his disciples again. It's not like you and me. Although they are evil, they kill bravely, and they are a hundred times stronger than you and me who can't go up halfway up the mountain. What's strange?

Before he finished a word, the old man surnamed Gong, dressed in a black robe, turned into a gray shadow and directly penetrated into the array surrounded by white fog. There was too much time delay, and he could not care about his demeanor. Therefore, in this ring of momentum, he naturally weakened three points. It's just a slight delay, but it's also one of the very classic and long-term psychological tactics. If the monk in front of you is worried about the gains and losses caused by these delays of time delays, then the old man surnamed Gong will take advantage of great benefits.

"Senior, do you know my elder Zhu Yunzhu?" After Gong Hanying's grandfather flew into his eyes, Zhu Peng directly came to the seemingly relatively kind old man with questions. Just now, these two old guys are old friends and teachers one by one, but no matter how early Zhu Peng's math teacher died, he would not think that the white-bearded old man in front of him and Su Wenshe, who was in his prime, were friends of the same generation. Therefore, Zhu Peng directly locked the target on the bloody Zhu Yun.

Although that girl's strange cultivation has been refined to the point of being beautiful and inhuman, in fact, the guy is really not young at all, and he is the only one who is the most suitable among the monks who have been in contact with and accepted the inheritance of Taoism for a long time.

"We know each other, of course we know each other. Although there was a little unpleasant misunderstanding when we met, it did not affect the friendship between us. It was not until some time ago, when I closed my research array, did not discuss and communicate with him again."

He explained to Zhu Peng happily, but for some reason, looking at the gentle mood of the old man in front of him, Zhu Peng always had a cold feeling. He was a person who believed in his intuition very much, so he naturally followed his intuition and asked.

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