I Turned Out To Be a Peerless Expert

　　 Step under the clouds.

　　 In a hurry, people come and go, and there are so many people in the town recently, and occasionally I can see tough soldiers.

　　 The sun was hanging high, and the sun fell in front of the pork shop, and a buzzing fly was suddenly killed by a bamboo pole that appeared out of thin air.

　　 The owner of the bamboo pole seemed to be inexplicable, and he shot again and again. There seemed to be eyes on the broken bamboo pole. No flies could escape. For a while, the stall was like rain, and the ears could no longer hear the buzzing noise.

　　 "Lao Zhang, you really have practiced, amazing."

　　 Li Xuan opened the curtain and walked out, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

　　 It’s good to be able to practice martial arts. Even if you are blind, you can still use swords to kill flies. In previous martial arts novels, peerless masters used to pretend to be X, but this is not what surprised him.

　　 But you can clearly feel that the bamboo pole is wrapped in a weak vigor.

　　‘Oh, I can do swordsmanship too, but unfortunately I am powerless. ’

　　 Jealous of the separation of the hostages, Li Xuan's heart was like a pot of wine.

　　 Zhang Queer was slightly complacent, and grinned: "Rough and shallow, Brother Xiao Li just laughed."

　　 Swordsmanship can enter Li Xuan's eyes, which makes him feel very proud.

　　 Pour out the liquor, the purplish red is somber but clear, intoxicating.

　　 "This is wine?"

　　 "Drink less, it is good for the body."

　　 Li Xuan did not speak, smiled and made a please gesture.

Zhang Queer was expecting a while, savoring the wine carefully, the cool and sour taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue, but the aftertaste was bitter. Although not as strong as the strong wine, there is no aftertaste, as if warm currents are flowing all over the body. , Sweep out the dust on the spiritual platform, making people feel clear.

　　 Withered body, it seems to be full of vitality.

　　 Many years of old wounds also show signs of improvement.

　　 "Brother Xiao Li, what's your name for this wine?"

　　 Zhang Que'er touched his mouth and poured himself another cup.

　　 "Red wine, drinking less is good for the body, but it is not advisable to drink too much at a time." Li Xuan took the stall.

　　‘Is it the Qiongye Yuye brought down from the sky that can restore the dark wounds of the masters of the first-grade cultivation base? Brother Xiao Li not only knew that my Dao heart was damaged, but also knew that my body was broken. It was so caring. Meeting Xiao Li was really the greatest good fortune in my life. ’

　　 The old man was so moved, his eyes were sour, so he didn't cry.

　　 After drinking these few mouthfuls, his physical injury recovered at least 30%, and his confidence in the ascent to heaven has increased a lot. This kind of kindness is not clear at the moment, and he can only bow and clasp his fists.

　　 "Thank you, Xiao Li, for the wine."

　　 "Hey, a little bit, I have made a lot of this wine, you can drink it anytime you want, thank you." Li Xuan said silently.

　　 Old Zhangtou...Is the drinking volume too bad, right?

　　 I started crying and blushing after a few glasses of red wine.

　　 Looking at the gray-haired Zhang Queer, who was described as withered, Li Xuan sat next to him and patted his shoulder.

　　According to experience, this time you have to get some peanuts, say something messy, and direct your attention to the blow.

　　 "No business today." Li Xuan hesitantly looked at Zhang Erweiming's eyes, and it took a long time before he said:

　　 "Let's go to the brothel and blow around?"

　　.........

　　 Tai Chi Dojo.

　　 The long river of sword energy has gone unstoppable, and wherever it goes, it rolls down the mountain like an avalanche.

　　 Qingyanghou Yang Qing's eyes reflected the inverted Milky Way above the nine heavens, facing such a terrifying sword force, unexpectedly an irresistible thought was born.

"not good!"

　　 Yu Ding's eyes are full of anxiety, turning his sword light, wanting to save people.

　　 The white rainbow sword that Zhang Que was standing next to him when he was a young man suddenly wailed like surrender as if he did not listen.

　　 "Master's sword, are you afraid!?"

　　 Yu Ding's eyes widened, and he looked at Qing Yanghou in disbelief as he was stunned in place, engulfed by the mighty sword tide.

Although I don’t know how high a person left this picture scroll, or who left it behind Gongsun Jun, but even Master’s old saber dare not respond to its edge and engrave this sword in the picture scroll. Of people, there is no doubt that the existence of unimaginable.

　　 Could it be... Master’s former enemy entered the land god?

　　 His heart was ashamed.

　　 is over.

If Qingyanghou died in Buyun Mountain or was killed by sword aura, there would be so many swordsmen in the world, even if it was not Zhang Queer's work, Da Li would not listen to your explanation, when the yellow mud fell in. In the crotch, jumping into the Yellow River can't clean it.

　　 Yu Ding was right.

　　 "Senior Zhang actually hid the sword intent in the picture scroll, plotting the Qingyanghou!"

　　 "Hey, it seems that he doesn't want to compromise with Da Li."

　　 "At this step, the clouds and mountains are thousands of miles away. I'm afraid I won't keep the chickens and dogs. I will quickly pack my belongings and go out for refuge!"

　　 The people from the rivers and lakes in the hall, UU reading www.uukanshu.com has been screaming, and several spheres of influence near Buyun Mountain have panicked and left with their disciples.

　　The disciples of Bu Yunzong are all in a panic.

"Ok?"

　　 In the raging sword tide, Qing Yanghou suddenly realized that he was not torn to pieces like he had imagined.

　　 The sword intent that surged from him seemed to be illusory, tangible and intangible.

　　 The obscure Tao rhyme and the most important reason are mixed in front of my eyes, he has already forgotten, and he is a little dizzy.

　　 is like a junior high school student who sees advanced mathematics. He clearly feels that it makes sense, but he is half-knowledgeable.

　　 Jian Yi rushed out of the main hall, he was unscathed, and even his face still had an unsatisfactory look.

　　 "Qingyanghou, are you okay?" Yu Ding asked nervously.

　　 "Huh." Yang Qing tidyed up the messy corners of his clothes, and said in a lithe manner: "This is a master of art, but I just didn't bother to avoid it. This trick can't hurt me."

　　 Seeing that this Qingyanghou was still alive and kicking, Bu Yunzong's talents put their hearts back in their stomachs.

　　 turned out to be a false alarm, but there is still another problem.

　　 That picture scroll!

　　 Everyone looked at Gongsun Jun and the ink painting that had just fallen into her hand from mid-air.

　　 Every warrior who is not stupid knows how precious this picture scroll is.

　　 More importantly, who left this painting? What's the meaning of putting such treasures in Buyun Mountain?

　　 Qingyanghou suppressed the stormy waves in his heart, pretending to be calm and said: "Ahem, ask Senior Zhang to discuss things in the future, Benhou has other important things, so I will leave first."

　　 After that, he took his son and his guards down the mountain in a mighty manner.