Sword comes

On the high platform in the middle of the lake, a woman in colorful clothes made of yellow paper talismans fell to the ground. Looking around, her eyebrows and eyes are vivid, and her gaze is vivid. She is not a puppet or a dead thing, she is clearly a living person.

The old fairy standing on the edge of the high platform took out a small pastel porcelain bottle from his sleeve under the watchful eyes of everyone, uncorked the bottle, threw it to the center of the high platform, and rolled it to the feet of the woman in colorful clothes. After a moment of silence, there was a piano The sound came out melodiously from the porcelain vase, as if there was a master qin player playing the qin. If there was such a master, you could hear the sound of the qin at a slow angle, and the woman in colorful clothes slowly stretched her body following the sound of the qin. The long sleeves are like colorful flowing clouds.

The sound of the piano paused, and the woman in colorful clothes stopped, maintaining a playful posture with her feet up.

The pink embroidered shoe stood on tiptoe, revealing its sharp corners like a little lotus.

After that, the sound of the piano changed from slow to fast, and the beauty's dancing posture accelerated accordingly, her waist twisted like the wind, and when she looked back, she was full of various styles.

When the sound of the piano becomes noisy, like a large handful of beads poured into a jade plate,

The old fairy smiled slightly, and suddenly raised his two sleeves, and four yellow paper talismans floated out from each big sleeve. After landing, green smoke filled the air, enveloping the woman in colorful clothes. Everyone could only hear the sound of the piano becoming more and more urgent, but they couldn't see it. The figure of the beauty became a little anxious and looked forward to it even more.

In an instant, the sound of the piano suddenly became high, like a silver bottle breaking suddenly.

At that moment, in the illusory mist, eight young women in fluttering white clothes appeared swiftly and violently without any warning. With the woman in colorful clothes as the center, they jumped out in all directions, holding long swords, At the same time, those light-figured white-clothed women with swords all uttered a cry, similar to the strange sounds of ancient barbarians when they sacrificed to the gods, but instead of compromising their demeanor, they gave birth to a kind of shyness. unique momentum.

In Linhu Waterside Pavilion, the middle-aged military general who led the troops stationed near Yanzhi County, his eyes lit up, and he was very surprised. He was originally invited here, but it was just out of affection. After seeing this scene with his own eyes, he couldn't help but take pictures Palm praised: "What a protruding iron cavalry, especially a few women charging forward with swords, they have such momentum, it is not easy."

Master Liu stroked his beard and smiled, nodded in agreement and said, "It's really not bad."

After that, the sound of the piano became more and more straight into the sky, like spring thunder rolling in the sea of ​​clouds, while the eight girls in white clothes with swords were always around the girl in colorful clothes in the middle, spinning rapidly, and the swords were like rainbows, and the girl in colorful clothes deliberately slowed down the speed of tossing and moving, It is in stark contrast to the girl with the sword who is running like thunder, and many times the girl with the sword leans back and draws her sword. The tip of the sword is only an inch away from the woman in colorful clothes. It is really dangerous and dangerous. The woman in colorful clothes always smiles like a flower .

The picture of the high platform in the middle of the lake has both the beauty of flowing clouds and flowing water, and the thrilling charm.

The old fairy smiled slightly and said softly: "Take it!"

When the figure of the girl on the high platform was astonishingly fast, a large amount of bright snow-white sword light splashed out in all directions, reflecting on the faces of the spectators by the lake from time to time, and many of them covered their faces in fright.Then at this moment, when the old god said the word "receive",

The eight white-clothed girls stopped suddenly, turning into pieces of yellow paper talismans, hovering in the air, the old god beckoned, and the yellow papers flew back into the old god's sleeves like swallows returning to their nests.

The woman in colorful clothes bent down to pick up the porcelain vase, walked slowly, handed it to the old fairy face to face, and smiled sweetly at the head of the water pavilion, just like the girl in white clothes, it turned into a piece of yellow paper with rough runes , was carefully hidden in the sleeve by the old fairy.

The skill of the old immortal who came from afar shocked everyone, and shocked all the rich people in Yanzhi County who came to join in the fun, and made some local "immortal masters" who had been provocative before really have no shame in booing.

The young Taoist walked around the county guard's concubine in the middle and asked softly, "Brother Xu, do you know if it's a demon or a ghost? Anyway, I listened to the demon bell and there was no movement."

The bearded man paid no attention to it, rubbed his chin and muttered: "One of the girls in white clothes with a mole on the corner of her mouth seems to be no worse than the girl in colorful clothes."

Liu Gaohua was immersed in the shock of his mind, and said to himself: "It's really supernatural. No wonder there are always people who want to go to the mountains to visit the immortals in the reading notes. If I learn this fairy magic, I won't need to go to the brothel to drink flower wine in the future."

The bearded man came back to his senses, and asked the young Taoist priest, "Chen Ping'an hasn't come back yet, won't he fall into the latrine?"

The young Taoist said helplessly: "Chen Ping'an is not interested in these things, so maybe he secretly went to practice boxing."

The bearded man nodded, and said deeply: "Chen Ping'an will definitely do such a disastrous thing. In fact, I asked Mr. Liu to invite us to go to the rouge gouache nest, and keep Chen Ping'an next time we meet this kind of thing." Such a good thing, I wish I could squat on the edge of the high platform in the middle of the lake."

Liu Gaohua couldn't help it: "Xu Daxia, I'm so poor that I'm so poor. It's not like you haven't seen the scene in my house. In the past, there were occasional romances, and I was dragged by my friends. To put it bluntly, at first the girls were still Thinking that I am the son of a sheriff, I was willing to say a few words of flattery, and threw myself into my arms, but later everyone called me a penny-pinching rooster behind my back, so I didn't even show my face."

The bearded man teased: "What a son of an official, to treat you like a bird is also your Liu Gaohua's ability. What's the matter, you can't do well in school, you can't inherit your father's career, and you can't make money. In the end, you can't rely on it. , just wandering around the mountains and rivers all day long, not doing business."

Liu Gaohua's face was gloomy, and he laughed at himself: "If it wasn't for me being the only seedling in the family, father still wanted me to pass on the incense, otherwise I would die in the old house, and at most he would have written a manuscript for the sacrifice of a famous scholar." Well, the text must be written with blood and tears, but in fact, the relationship between father and son is just like that."

The bearded man peeled a citrus and handed half of it to Liu Gaohua, but he didn't say any words of comfort.

In the peaceful years when there were no worries about food and clothing, young people would feel that everything was unsatisfactory.

It is also a blessing to wait until the real thing is about to know all the misfortunes before.

The young Taoist was a little worried about Chen Ping'an, so he wanted to get up and look for it, but the corridor was already crowded with people, so he had to give up.

When he arrived at a secluded place, Chen Pingan stood at the base of the wall, seven or eight steps away from the outer wall of the house, and stopped walking.

The boy in black squatted on the wall, looked at Chen Pingan with playful eyes, and said in the authentic Longquan dialect: "I used to be by the stream, and I couldn't see the depth of your fist, but now I look back, the one at the fairy grave, I did play carelessly, and the loss is not too unfair."

Hear the local accent from other places.

But Chen Pingan was not happy at all.

This guy is Ma Kuxuan from Xinghua Lane, who was accepted as a disciple by Zhenwu Mountain, one of the ancestral families of the Aquarius Continent military family.

At that time in the Immortal Tomb, Ma Kuxuan wanted to kill the two of them, and deliberately accumulated strength, hoping to finish him and Ning Yao in one go, so Chen Pingan seized the opportunity and almost used the skirt knife borrowed by Ning Yao temporarily. Kill this guy.It's just that the masters of Zhenwu Mountain tried to block it at that time, but Chen Pingan failed.

Ma Kuxuan held a handful of salted soybeans in his hand, and threw them into his mouth one by one, eating with relish.

Originally in Zhenwu Mountain, he was still worried that this guy from Niping Lane would die, or be reduced to a worthless mortal master, and that revenge from the Immortal Tomb would be very boring in the future.For more than a year, he, Ma Kuxuan, went to Zhenwu Mountain to practice with his second master. A once-in-a-hundred-year-old genius, who turned out to be born in the mountains, those old monsters of the military ancestors, who dares to squint at him because of their high level and seniority

Breaking through the three realms in just one year is like a broken bamboo, and now it is the pinnacle of the fifth realm, building a hut, scaring me to death.

On Zhenwu Mountain, there were sixteen fights, big and small, in the same battle, and he, Kuxuan, was not defeated.

It's a pity that this trip down the mountain to seek revenge, happy enmity, can barely be counted, but still failed to break through the bottleneck of the five realms, and entered the fifth middle realm in one fell swoop, so Ma Kuxuan was not in a good mood, and let the master who accompanied him down the mountain Going back to the mountain first, he said that he wanted to relax in the rivers and lakes, and find a few masters of the rivers and lakes who are in the third realm of Qi refining to practice their hands, and see if they can use the stones from other mountains to attack jade and successfully break through the realm.But even without the rewards, rewards, and many magic weapons from Zhenwu Mountain, Ma Kuxuan traveled all over the mountains and rivers and lakes of five or six small countries by himself, but he couldn't find a real master, most of them were martial arts from four realms and five realms, seeking fame and fame. Can't stand his punches.

Ma Kuxuan ate the handful of salted soybeans and said with a smile: "Chen Pingan, looking at you, it doesn't matter if you are determined to follow the path of pure martial arts. Li has taken a fancy to it, and when the time comes to find a military general with some real power on the battlefield, you, Chen Pingan, will be regarded as a glorious ancestor."

Chen Pingan asked straightforwardly: "Are you coming to see me or passing by?"

Ma Kuxuan seemed to hear a big joke, and he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. After he finally stopped laughing, he threw the only soybeans into his mouth, and said with a sneer: "Just passing by, you Chen Ping'an are too worried." I took it seriously. As for me, I heard that there is an unborn sword god in Caiyi country. He has been hidden in the mountains for 30 years. Everyone said that his swordsmanship is supernatural, even stronger than the gods on the mountain. Why don’t you have a sword in your hand? He who has a sword in his heart is very flattered, I spent a lot of effort to find him, but he refused to make a move, saying that he had already withdrawn from the arena, which made me so angry. I have been looking for him for more than half a month. One sentence sent me away, but no matter how I shot, he just retreated and kept running away. Even if I chased him and punched him to death, I lost my original intention of finding someone to learn from, so I thought of a way , went to the rivers and lakes to find his descendants, and took two heads to find this sword god, and finally he was willing to fight with me. It's just that a sword-wielding warrior of the five realms, how can he be worthy of the word sword god? Do you think so, Chen Pingan?"

On Zhenwu Mountain, Ma Kuxuan was actually taciturn. He was by no means such an eloquent person. Except for occasional enlightenment, or breaking through the realm, he would go out to find someone to catch and fight. Not to mention the master on the mountain, there are only two ancestors on Zhenwu Mountain who only feed him boxing and teach him the true meaning of military strategy. Show up and regard Ma Kuxuan as the heir to his family.

Ma Kuxuan himself didn't know why he wanted to talk in front of his peers in Niping Lane. Of course, after saying what he wanted to say, there were more important things to do.

like another fight

Since climbing the mountain, Ma Kuxuan has made an oath that in the battle of the same realm, whether it is a Qi practitioner or a pure martial artist, he must be victorious. This is true for the lower five realms without any suspense, and it should be the same for the upcoming middle five realms , it will be even more so in the upper five realms in the future

Therefore, Chen Pingan, a young man from his hometown, is just a small heart knot. The military practice, this heart knot is far from nothing, but disgusting people, Ma Kuxuan is of course unhappy in his heart. Killing the Quartet, he actually lost to a little mud leg who knew how to do bad martial arts

Chen Pingan asked: "We met, do you want to fight?"

Ma Kuxuan rubbed his hands, and said with a hey smile: "It's okay, even if it's the three realms against the three realms, I don't bully you, Chen Pingan, but for the sake of fellowship, I will try my best to hold back and fight for another Accidentally killed you. Even if you are injured tonight, in the years to come, when I step up to the top five realms step by step, I will be proud of you in the battle of the Immortal Grave, but I am here Let me advise you first, you can just be complacent in your heart, if it leaks out and I hear a little gossip, I won't be polite to you."

Ma Kuxuan looked down at the calm-looking peer below, feeling slightly displeased in his heart, yo, he has also learned to pretend to be calm, it seems that he has experienced a lot in this trip, all the way to Caiyi Country , Ma Kuxuan still had a smile on his face, and told himself that he would be beaten down with a few punches later, and this kid would know that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

Just as Ma Kuxuan was about to get up and jump off the wall, Chen Pingan had already said, "Go outside and fight."

Ma Kuxuan, who was squatting on the top of the wall, leaned back and disappeared like that, as if falling on the street outside the wall.

Chen Pingan looked around, then tiptoed, skimmed up to the wall, saw Ma Kuxuan walking slowly on the empty street, and hooked his fingers towards himself.

When Chen Ping's feet stepped on the street, Ma Kuxuan held his back with one hand and scratched his head with the other. He glanced at the sword box behind Chen Ping'an, and said with a smile, "You can use the weapon as you like, so it doesn't count as taking advantage of you."

Without saying a word, Chen Ping moved forward "slowly" with the six-step walking pile of Shaking Mountain Fist.

The depth of water is necessarily silent.

The same is true for martial arts.The air is introverted, returning to the basics, and the principles of boxing are the truth.

Although Ma Kuxuan seemed to speak frivolously, and always regarded Chen Pingan as a frog in a well, but when he really dived down and formally met the enemy, the boy in black's momentum changed completely, with one hand clenched on his abdomen, and the other hand spread out Lie behind him, clenched his hand, habitually poking lightly with his fingertips.

There are dozens of steps between the two sides.

"Fisting is not enough, you are too slow"

Ma Kuxuan stepped out suddenly, the street surface of the shoe soles vibrated slightly, and the strength penetrated deeply, but there was no sign of spreading to the surroundings. punch.

However, Chen Pingan handed out both hands at the same time, tilted his head, slapped Ma Kuxuan's right fist with his left hand, and held the opponent's tricky oblique uppercut with one hand. At the same time, he leaned forward and hit Ma Kuxuan's face with his left elbow.

I never thought that Ma Kuxuan raised his knees, popped out a leg, blocked Chen Pingan's forward momentum, and leaned back to open the distance between the two sides, dodging the elbow, but at the moment when Ma Kuxuan was about to explode For a moment, this kick gave him a strong kick, I am afraid that he really broke his heart. During this period of walking in the rivers and lakes, he challenged the masters of the four directions. When Ma Kuxuan was hit, whether it was punching or kicking, he almost vomited several taels of blood.

But Ma Kuxuan failed, and found that Chen Ping'an grabbed his leg first with his right hand, and threw him horizontally at once.

Ma Kuxuan quickly changed his posture in the air, and finally stepped on the wall with both feet, even so that his body was level with the street, maintaining a strange posture, walking forward, as if walking on flat ground.

Chen Ping "walked side by side" with him, and instead of chasing him, he punched Ma Kuxuan's head with both fists.

Not to mention the few boxing techniques taught by the old man surnamed Cui in the bamboo building.

For the first trial, neither side knew the real details, so the first shot was more about accumulating strength, and more about weighing the opponent's weight, rather than going all out, and fighting openly and closingly as soon as it came up, Chen Pingan was so careful It is not surprising to be cautious, but Ma Kuxuan has seen the scenery on the mountain in Zhenwu Mountain, and has also experienced the strength of martial arts masters in the rivers and lakes. It is interesting that he is still so conservative. Chen Ping'an, deep in his heart, has unspeakable fear.

coming

Ma Kuxuan stepped on two potholes on the wall.

The black-clothed boy shot towards him like a sharp arrow. Chen Pingan sank into the alchemy room with a breath of true energy, drew an arc with his foot, and slid backwards lightly. Feiyang, deep in the ground touched by the straw sandals, even the bricks and stones were shattered.

Ma Kuxuan punched like a rainstorm, Chen Ping fought and retreated, head-to-head, fist to fist, Ma Kuxuan's punches were heavy and continuous, the breath was connected, and the stretch seemed endless, even if the body was suspended in the air, both feet There is no foothold, but Ma Kuxuan also played with an extremely vigorous and vigorous atmosphere.

There was a thud in the air between the two.

It was like someone was beating a drum wildly between the two of them.

Chen Ping'an was pushed back by the black-clothed boy for more than ten steps, and Chen Ping'an was almost leaning against the wall over there.

However, Chen Pingan, who invisibly took advantage of the geographical advantage, was able to continuously borrow and unload force from the ground. Bit by bit, he accumulated a subtle advantage, which ebbed and flowed. Chen Pingan, who spared no effort to prevent accidents, stomped on the ground with one foot, which was not enough. He planted his foot on the ground again, blocked Ma Kuxuan's punch, and retaliated twice. The boy in black flew out.

But at the same time that Chen Ping was about to take a breath of fresh air, Ma Kuxuan, who flew out, swept towards him with one leg, and whipped Chen Ping's neck heavily.

One was sent flying horizontally by Chen Pingan, his body turned upside down, his feet touched the ground, but his body still slid backwards.

The one who was kicked by Ma Kuxuan made his whole body spin in a circle, squatted slightly on his knees, and immediately stepped back after standing still, as if he needed to adjust his breathing.

Ma Kuxuan grinned, with white teeth. He roughly understood the weight of Chen Ping's punches, the speed of his punches, and the distance of his true energy. He swept forward, almost as if he had used a magical talisman among Taoist talismans.

Chen Pingan was forced to put on a seemingly defensive fist, and Ma Kuxuan's pupils shrank slightly. Just when the two sides were about to collide, Ma Kuxuan turned around and stepped out one by one in a hurry, like a spinning top. Turning around Chen Pingan, the body always leans back, wanting to fall but not falling, and keeping an arm and a half away from Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan did not hand out that punch easily.

After circling a circle, Ma Kuxuan stood up straight and floated around Chen Pingan again, curiously asking: "This punch is very dangerous, is there a famous person to say?"

Naturally, Chen Pingan would not speak, and moved his steps lightly, always facing Ma Kuxuan face to face, with both hands still fisted, the meaning of the fist flowing through his body, and a wave of true energy in his body swam like a fire dragon.

Ma Kuxuan didn't wait for the answer, he kept walking around Chen Ping'an, and suddenly laughed to himself, "I'm stupid, I don't blame you, I don't blame you, it's funny to say, I walked the rivers and lakes this time, and I saw Many so-called heroic masters, when fighting, beat you back and forth, and there are countless fools clapping their hands and applauding, beating each other like chickens, before making a move, they always like to yell at me for this move, It’s just foolishly revealing the name of the move, hoping that the opponent doesn’t know the root and essence of that sword or punch.”

Ma Kuxuan squinted his eyes with a smile, with a lazy smile.

But the black-clothed boy who had agreed to only win or lose was so determined to kill at this moment that he would not lose to the battle of the fairy tomb.

Ma Kuxuan stood still and asked: "It's not a problem that we always insist on not making a move. My three realms are even with you. Chen Pingan, do you want to make the fight more interesting?"

Chen Ping twitched the corner of his mouth, "If you use the five realms directly, it doesn't count as taking advantage of you."

Ma Kuxuan had said similar things before, but now that Chen Pingan, the stuffy gourd, was directly thrown back to the arrogant Ma Kuxuan, it was more hateful than punching Ma Kuxuan in the head.

Ma Kuxuan chuckled.

The boy in black had a bright smile on his face, and he was extremely angry. He kept clenching and loosening one hand, and between his five fingers, there were strips of snow-white lightning lingering and connecting, making a crackling sound.

It turned out that in the previous battle of the three realms, Ma Kuxuan gave up his status as a military strategist and trainer of Qi, so he fought very quackly and was very unskilled.

Chen Pingan didn't have the slightest timidity, instead, his punching intention rose rapidly, like a rising tide.

It's just that this time, the ancient boxing style of a god-man beating a drum has been replaced with a sharp-edged iron cavalry chiseling formation.

In the end, Chen Pingan said something that made Ma Kuxuan determined to kill him.

"Ma Kuxuan, I beg you, fight as long as you fight, don't blah blah blah."

Ma Kuxuan took a deep breath, he no longer had any lazy expression, his eyes were silent, neither arrogant nor happy.

Ma Kuxuan's face was calm, and he pointed out, "Dare you, in the second lap that I walked out just now, the one who quits the circle first after the winner is considered a loser."

Chen Pingan nodded.

Ma Kuxuan stepped forward without hesitation, and walked into the circle.

Chen Pingan in Niping Lane and Ma Kuxuan in Xinghua Lane.

In fact, the two of them knew that Ma Kuxuan not only wanted to win or lose, but also wanted to divide life and death.

Chen Pingan was unwilling to escape, or in other words, once he had the intention to quit, he would die.Moreover, Chen Pingan did not lose his heart when he killed a bastard like Ma Kuxuan who had a higher level and killed more people.

Tonight's meeting in another country is by chance.

The invisible battle between the two of them was inevitable as early as in their hometown.

What's more, there is a parental enmity that Ma Kuxuan knows about but Chen Pingan doesn't.

Aquarius Continent Caiyi Country, on this quiet street in Yanzhi County.

Chen Pingan fought against the enemy with an iron cavalry chiseling formation, and took the lead in the attack. The square inch talisman in his sleeve was already ready, and he was ready for the real ultimate move, the god-man beating the drum, to give charcoal in the snow.

Ma Kuxuan, a monk of the five realms military strategist, between the palms and fingers of both hands is the "Thunder" of Zhenwu Mountain with a long history.

Within a short distance, within an inch.

It is the abundant fist and astonishing thunder and lightning of the two teenagers.

This is a close fight.

As far as realm is concerned, a pure martial artist at the peak of the three realms, and a Qi trainer at the peak of the five realms, in Ma Kuxuan's words, are actually pecking chickens.

But if you look at one side's martial arts intentions and the other side's military spirit conceived early, let alone the rivers and lakes under the mountains, even the immortals on the mountains, they are all appalling.

Ma Kuxuan first broke up Chen Pingan's iron cavalry formation that had not yet condensed the true meaning of boxing theory.

But Ma Kuxuan quickly managed to get enough of the fifteen punches of the god-man beating the drum, hitting the black-clothed boy's face with pale gold, and he had to forcibly cut off the flow of the strange fist with the secret technique of Zhenwushan military strategist The flow went straight down, and then Ma Kuxuan beat Chen Ping'an's temples to ooze blood. His face was hit twice by the lightning ball. The feeling was like spring thunder resounding in the ears, like a sledgehammer hitting the face .It's just that Chen Ping'an suffered so much in the Luoba Mountain Bamboo House, and he is most familiar with this

Ma Kuxuan became braver as he fought, like a madman.

Two people of the same age from the same country often exchange punches and legs, go straight to each other, just ask for a quick word, and pursue the two hundred "surplus" of "killing one thousand enemies and injuring eight hundred". With an extreme tenacity and ruthlessness, he will not let go of a profit of two hundred, even twenty.

So much so that it is clear that you can block the opponent's fist with one punch, but you still insist on choosing that before you punch me, I will hit you first with this punch.

Chen Ping'an's internal organs were already in shock, and his seven orifices were bleeding.

Ma Kuxuan was also in a state of disarray, with pain like heart wrenching, and there was not much left of Zhenwushan Thunderbolt in his hand,

But both sides became more and more calm.

Each is a millstone, sharpening the road.

The last time the two exchanged injuries, it was Chen Ping'an who had a good heart, using the stake sword furnace that nourished the soul, and turned it into an offensive temporarily. With two fingers bent, tap on Ma Kuxuan's heart.

Chen Ping himself was punched in the heart by Ma Kuxuan's fists one after the other.

The two staggered back at the same time. When Ma Kuxuan stepped outside the circle, he swallowed a mouthful of blood and said with a grin: "Chen Pingan, you lost this time. We won one and lost one."

Chen Pingan kept silent, twisted his toes, stared at Ma Kuxuan, raised the back of his hand and slowly wiped the blood on his face, not daring to cover his eyes in the slightest.

At this moment, someone on the city wall smiled and said, "Very good."

Ma Kuxuan sighed, turned around and left, turned his head and reached out to nod Chen Pingan, "Next time, life and death will be decided together."

Turning around, the boy in black walked forward slowly, his face full of pain, and he clenched his teeth, refusing to let himself make a sound.

Chen Pingan stood where he was, looking up at the familiar figure.

A monk of the Zhenwu Mountain military family, the one who took Ma Kuxuan away from the Immortal Tomb.

After the punch No. 15 in the Shenren drum beating style was forcibly interrupted, Chen Pingan actually realized the existence of that person, or that person deliberately let him know.

So Chen Ping didn't use the two natal flying swords.

The man told Chen Ping from his heart, don't worry about life and death, just fight with all your strength, and he will guarantee that the two will only win or lose, whether Chen Ping has a chance to kill Ma Kuxuan, or Ma Kuxuan is about to kill If Chen Ping dies, that person will stop him.

The man who took the place of Zhenwu Mountain to go to Lizhu Cave, stepped forward and walked side by side with Ma Kuxuan, whose face was full of tears. You have dealt with an assassin who was hiding in the dark, otherwise once your heartstrings are loosened, it will be difficult to tense up in a short time, and it will be easy for that assassin to take advantage of the loophole."

Chen Pingan nodded.

The so-called thanks.

It was because that person saw that Chen Pingan's foot that stepped out of the circle did not actually touch the ground, but hovered in the air, but at that time Ma Kuxuan was at the end of his strength and could not see the truth.

As for why so cautious.

Because Chen Ping'an couldn't believe the words of the Zhenwushan military master at all.

There is only one Mr. Qi, and there is only one A Liang.