Sword comes

The Dust Pharmacy resumed its former bustle.

Half an hour after Zheng Dafeng fed his punches, he let the four of them take a breath first, and after that intermittently, Zheng Dafeng kept his realm at the eighth realm, but it rose little by little. At the final peak of the Eight Realms, Zheng Dafeng became more and more difficult in the face of Wei Xian's four people's more and more skillful combined attacks.The four of them still never got together to speak, even if it was a break, they still stood separately, thinking about their own things, and everything was kept silent.

Pei Qian had a big heart. After dinner, after reading the book, she used the walking stick under the eaves of the yard to play the crazy sword technique she had figured out, and then she went to sleep in the side room with satisfaction. After saying hello to Chen Pingan, she went to open the green bamboo bookcase that Chen Pingan put in her room, and took out the treasure box presented by Yao Jinzhi. She was still sticking to the pagoda town demon talisman that really belonged to her, shaking her head, her face full of pride, we are rich today, I reached out and touched the talisman on my head, feeling a little worried, knowing that I could sell it Buying back a big house, but she is not willing to part with it, forget it, wait until I have a second one, anyway, now I don’t have to worry about food and clothing, and having a house is useless, but she has made up her mind, in the future she will There must be a house as big as Biyou's mansion of the short winter melon water god empress, and there must be such a weird screen wall, so that people will know that she is rich as soon as they enter the door.

On the night when the group of people lived in the shop, Yinshen Zhao brought back a map of maps. I don't know which mansion they found them from. They were neatly placed on the table in the main room. Under the lamp, Lu Bai Xiang asked Zheng Dafeng for a small hard penetrator, as if he was marching in formation, and began to carefully mark the red margins on it, where the "passes" of the five surnames in the old dragon city were, and the "passes" dedicated to Keqing and Jindandixian Troop Distribution", and then draw a straight line between Denglongtai and Dust Shop.

Wei Xian was also there, but Zhu Lian and Sui Youyou didn't participate. One was reading under the eaves by the moonlight, and the other was standing in the yard refining the pure qi in the Qifu acupoints.

As for Zheng Dafeng, he had already gone to sleep in the side room, snoring like thunder, and he continued to give fists after an appointment for two hours.

The feeding fist not only strengthens the four people's martial arts cultivation and elevates their realm to a higher level, but also helps the four people absorb the spirituality of the green tiger palace elixir as quickly as possible.

Chen Pingan earned the deal.

Chen Pingan stood by the table all the time, watching Lu Baixiang, Wei Xian and Yinshen Zhao, drawing circles and pointing at each map of the situation. He seldom gave advice, at most two people When a yin god is in dispute over a certain detail, Chen Ping can decide which one to choose between good and better, which is actually very leisurely.

The last trip to Ouhua Fudi "walking on the banks of the long river of time" was far away, and the years he experienced were even longer, but even so, Chen Pingan only dared to say that he had a little understanding of the world and the height of the temple Being so far away from the rivers and lakes, Chen Pingan will not point fingers at these specific plans that are similar to the art of war, and just leave it to the real experts.Needless to say, Wei Xian was born in the battlefield, and Lu Baixiang is a rare first-class all-rounder in the world, proficient in military strategy and strategy, and familiar with the essence of Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism and the three religions in the blessed land of lotus flowers, not to mention the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, this The founder of the Devil's Cult may be the only thing lacking now, but it is just that he has just arrived in Haoran Tianxia and has not yet stood on the top of the mountain.

It's just that from the foot of the mountain to the halfway up the mountain, and then to the top of the mountain, on the way of practice, the pedestrians are getting more and more sparse. If you get off the road and come to the end of a dead end, what should you do if you just watch others continue to climb?

Therefore, Chen Pingan's obsession with Sui Youyou's highest position in this life's martial arts realm, from the highest achievement in the future, the hopeful Martial God Realm fell to the ninth realm, his mood almost collapsed, and his sword heart shattered. Chen Pingan could understand her anger, but he didn't agree.Zheng Dafeng said to the four people on the right side of Sui with a playful smile, "The Nine Realms are just for fun", but do you really think that the Nine Realms are cabbages on the roadside? Go crazy on the threshold of the border.

In the battle of the ruined temple on the right side of the Sui Dynasty, it is a great opportunity to enter the golden body, and it is safe to be in the bag. It is still the scenery with only the highest eyes, and the pure martial artist who pays attention to the vast world. Has gone the other way.

It's just that Chen Pingan doesn't think that his own reasoning can make the female sword fairy in Ouhua Blessed Land truly convinced, but it doesn't matter, the infatuated sword belongs to him, Chen Ping'an, and the Qinghu Palace pill also belongs to him. How to send it is up to him, Chen Pingan.

No one owes her Sui the right.

Under a single light, a main line has already been sorted out on several map maps. There were fewer and fewer disputes in the house, so Chen Pingan walked out of the house to take a breath.

Walk across the yard and sit on the bench under the eaves opposite the main house behind you.

The layout of the dust medicine store is very similar to the Yang family medicine store in his hometown. When Chen Pingan walked to that bench, he would think of a teacher who visited old man Yang for the first time. He put away his umbrella and sat there. position.

Those who encounter injustice in the world and think it is injustice have the most difficult intentions.

Gao Shizhen, Liu Cong and others would feel that this is nothing unfair, just stand by and watch the excitement, and maybe they will take the opportunity to enter the game to see if they can get a share of the action.

Changing to Jiang Shangzhen and his ilk, they might feel that this is nothing at all, and looking at it more is delaying their practice.

For Chen Ping's siege of the ruined temple, even if a fight ended and his family lost a lot, even if he lost money to his grandma's family, he couldn't say he held any deep grudges.

But Jiang Shangzhen may still not understand why Chen Pingan is in Ouhua Blessed Land, why he has murderous intentions towards Zhou Shi and Ya'er.

Even Zheng Dafeng, who is sleeping soundly at this moment, probably doesn't understand why Chen Pingan wants to intervene in the chaos of the old dragon city.

In fact, the reason is very simple, if the two sides are roughly evenly matched, then the way is not in harmony, each has its own reasons for doing things, you come and go, each fights according to their ability, conspiracy, whoever lives and whoever dies, Chen Pingan can accept it.

But Cao Qinglang's parents, the two heads that Zhou Shiya'er casually threw on the ground, were dripping with blood.

And the little girl from the pharmacy who died at the hands of the Fang family's children.

Even if you, Ding Ying, and Fang's family have thousands of reasons and excuses to convince yourself and the two worlds, these three people should never have suffered this catastrophe.

At the moment, Chen Pingan didn't know that Qi Jingchun once drank the bad wine from Li Huai's house, and told Li Er himself that a real hero is only when he punches the stronger one.

All I know is that A Liang once told all of them before his ascension that any truly strong man should regard the freedom of the weak as his boundary.

There are thousands of joys and sorrows in the world, and each has its own difficulties and blessings. There are no two identical leaves in the world, and there will not be an identical river.

But there are some common grounds.

Lu Tai told the poor woman with a "ghost heart" in Feiyingbao that the world is boring, so it's better not to come.

Chen Ping thought about it, not because the world is boring, but because there are too many people who don't want to be reasonable.

When a good person suffers a loss, he can only comfort himself that suffering a loss is a blessing, and he can only tell himself that he would rather offend a gentleman than a villain, while a wicked person does evil but does not know evil, or even knows evil and does evil.

Chen Pingan sat on the bench, and was still deliberating every detail in the main room. Zhao's yin god was familiar with the forces of the old dragon city, so Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang were on the same side, and the yin god put themselves in their shoes, and as the Fu family, they conducted repeated investigations against the dust drugstore. The offensive "playing martial arts" with different angles and different forces, Wei Xian and Lu Baixiang saw each other's tricks.

Zhu Lian was flipping through one of his rarest erotic novels under the eaves. A new book that he hadn't bought for a long time had been turned into an old book for him, and now he was talking about works of conscience, conscience ah.It turned out that the novel of gifted scholars and beautiful ladies with rough engraving and fake signatures had a large list of titles of "masterpieces" on the last page, and there were a few pertinent comments that made the finishing point, so the old man cooperated again tonight. When I read the book, I sincerely said with emotion: "A good person lives a safe life."

Having said that, the rickety old man turned his head and smiled at Chen Pingan: "Master, this old slave offended me, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Chen Pingan waved his hand with a smile, and reminded, "Remember to keep that matter a secret from me."

Zhu Lian said guiltily: "It's an old slave who has little knowledge and has been disturbed by his conscience these days, so how dare he reveal anything."

Chen Pingan stopped talking.

Earlier on the Tianque Peak Ferry, Chen Pingan thought about sending a letter to Daoxuanshan to the Guanque Inn, and then asked the shopkeeper to help deliver it to the man holding the sword, to see if he could send it to the Great Wall of Sword Qi and hand it over to Miss Ning. It’s just that every time I write, I’m in a dilemma. I don’t know how to write this letter. After hesitating to the end, I went to find Zhu Lian who can say "the world’s emotions are moving and ringing". In the end, I never thought of Zhu Lian. The Merry Seed, never thought that he was really the old color embryo in the eyes of Sui Youyou, and some of the suggestions he gave would either make Chen Pingan get goosebumps, or be covered in cold sweat, so he had to return without success.

In the courtyard, Sui drew his sword out of its sheath on the right, flicking it with his fingers.

She listened for the ding-dong.

The most unpleasant woman in the group, at this moment, had a smile for the first time.

Chen Ping smiled and said: "Sui Youyou, you look good like this, why do you keep a straight face all day long, if there is a chance in the future, I will introduce Sword Immortal to you."

Words from the heart start with emotion and end with propriety.

Sui put his sword back into its sheath on the right, turned his head to look at Chen Pingan, and said with a sneer, "The fox's tail is now exposed, why don't you let me warm you up?"

Chen Ping laughed and said, "Don't, I'm a coward."

Zhu Lian smiled and said: "I would like to go up to the rooftop with my master, and spend time with the immortals to sweep the fallen flowers, and write good poems. Young master, I don't know if you are a master or an immortal."

As soon as Chen Ping heard Zhu Lian's obscene flattery, he knew that things were going to get worse. Sure enough, Sui Youyou's face was cold and murderous, probably because he was thinking about who to kill with his sword first.

Chen Pingan and Zhu

Lian oiled the soles of his feet almost at the same time, one ran into the house, and the other ran into the pharmacy in front.

Sui Youyou let out a cold snort, and returned to his room. Pei Qian was already asleep, probably because he was used to being alone since he was a child. On the stone lion, the sleeping appearance was really messed up, hands and feet sprawled out, there was no heat left in the bed, Sui frowned on the right side, walked over gently, helped move the little girl's hands and feet, and padded the corner of the quilt.

Sui lit a lamp on the right side and sat alone at the table, silent and silent, accompanied only by his sword.

Chen Pingan slept lightly in the pharmacy tonight on the floor.

In the yard, Zheng Dafeng often punches the four of them.

Chen Ping closed his eyes, listening to the sound of those fists flowing, whether light or heavy, they all rippled slightly in his heart, like knocking on a door.

Nothing happened in the alley overnight.

The Fu family still has this shame, and the battle is imminent, even if someone has the strength to break into the alley and provoke Zheng Dafeng, it is tantamount to slapping the face of the Fu family, and now the face of the Fu family in the old dragon city is almost equal to that of Yunlin Jiang's face.If it weren't for this, Fu Qi wouldn't have gone out in person to fight Zheng Dafeng at Denglongtai.

Regarding how many immortal soldiers Fu Qi can use, it was the top priority of the previous discussion of countermeasures in the main room.

It was a strange thing for a child of the Fu family to be able to use a half-immortal weapon that was extremely difficult to control and might even backfire with a golden core cultivation base.

Chen Ping woke up early in the morning, Zheng Dafeng squatted at the door of the main house drinking porridge, and Pei Qian squatted aside, whispering, I don't know when the relationship became so good.

Lu Baixiang is playing the piano in the house, with the rhyme of high mountains and flowing water.

Wei Xian was practicing the six-step piling in the yard, which he stole from Chen Ping'an, and Sui's right side was not much better, practicing the sword furnace piling.

Zhu Lian was relatively kind, and brought Chen Ping a big bowl of white porridge, saying that he wanted the young master to taste his handicrafts. Chen Ping sat on the bench and drank the porridge. The sky was slightly bright and he felt refreshed.

I went to open the front door of the shop, and the dust medicine shop opened to welcome customers. As for whether there were any customers, there were really early in the morning.

Chen Pingan opened the door and practiced boxing in the alley until he reached the corner of the alley, then turned around and went back and forth. When he was punching for the third time, a couple of men and women came into view.

One of the acquaintances was not surprising, and the other woman who was not familiar with Chen Pingan but who was still fresh in Chen Ping's memory appeared unexpectedly.

The young man is Fan Er, and beside him is a young woman in a green robe. Back then, two ferry boats passed by on the underground channel of the Dragon Road. The flagon thing.

Fan Er saw Chen Ping'an from a distance and laughed loudly: "Chen Ping'an, do you dare to fight against me, Fan Er in the Four Realms?"

Chen Pingan stopped at the door of the pharmacy, shook his head and said, "Don't dare."

"You and I are the great masters of the four realms. Since we meet on a narrow road, but we don't fight at the peak, wouldn't it be an extra regret in the world?"

Fan Er opened his opening remark with a flurry of punches to kill the old master. Babbling, he rushed towards Chen Pingan with his fangs and claws.

After Chen Ping stretched out his hand to support his forehead, he had no choice but to walk forward slowly, and cooperated with Fan Er to have a "peak duel between great masters".

Fortunately, Fan Er only ran a dozen steps before the green-robed woman reached out to grab her neckline and threw it behind her, "Stop embarrassing yourself here, and go to the Dragon Terrace for fun."

Fan Er obediently walked behind her, winking at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan stopped and said doubtfully, "You are Fan Er's sister, Fan Junmao"

Fan Junmao kept the wine bottle on his waist as well, kept walking, and said with a sneer, "I really don't want to have such a younger brother, but I can't control the lingering love between my father and my second mother."

Fan Er secretly laughed heartlessly.

Chen Pingan sighed in his heart, and then he was relieved. Only Fan Junmao with this kind of temperament could make Fan Er really like and respect him. If he was a virtuous and quiet lady, he would still like her, but Fan Er would not admire his sister so sincerely.

Fan Junmao had no intention of going into the pharmacy, and pointed out, "Fan Er, go inside and stay."

Fan Er yelled twice, ran into the pharmacy, and when passing by Chen Pingan, he reminded desperately: "My condolences."

Chen Pingan was surprised: "Miss Fan, you must not be"

Before Chen Pingan could finish speaking, Fan Junmao nodded and said: "You guessed right, it was me. Last time we met, you went south and I went north, and you went to Lizhu Dongtian, your hometown. The person you saw was that old man Yang. As for Zheng Dafeng, he doesn't care too much. He wants him to fend for himself in the old dragon city, but I specifically mentioned it to you. If I'm interested, I can read more."

Regarding old man Yang's attitude towards Zheng Dafeng, Zheng Dafeng was unwilling to fool Chen Pingan on this kind of matter. He made it clear last night that the old man had already put down his harsh words, and even if he died, he, a disciple who was not good enough, could not disclose it. Half a foot.

Therefore, all Fu Nanhua's impressions of Zheng Dafeng are that of the carefree gatekeeper in Lizhu Dongtian.

Fan Junmao shouted: "Fan Er, throw a chair out, remember it's a chair, don't give me a bench."

Fan Er responded, and really carried a chair to the front shop, and fell out of the door directly.

After Fan Junmao caught it, she placed it on the wall opposite the pharmacy. After sitting down, she leaned back and the chair swayed. She lazily said, "Zheng Dafeng may not be able to figure it out clearly. Fu Qi didn't know about it, it was Fu Donghai, an idiot with great ambition and little ability, who made his own claims. Fu Qi knew some inside stories about the secret history of Lizhu Dongtian, and he was determined to win over Zheng Dafeng. The long-legged girl, who seems to be called Fu Chunhua, came here to look for Zheng Dafeng, but Zheng Dafeng rejected his kindness at the time. Even so, Fu Qi only regarded Zheng Dafeng as a dragon crossing the river, raised by Fan's family In a small pond, it’s okay not to cause trouble, but Fu Donghai made a big mess, and the wife and aunt of the Jiang family in Yunlin couldn’t die to intervene, and suddenly turned into a misunderstanding that Fu Qi could have explained and dealt with behind closed doors. It has become a problem for Jiang's face. What to do now, there will be a gamble that one person must die when climbing the Dragon Terrace. Otherwise, Jiang's face will be slapped on the back of the Fu family's front foot. If it was the ancestor of the Jiang family in Yunlin, what would he do?"

Chen Pingan replied: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and it is not reasonable to save face."

Fan Junmao was probably startled by the answer, and took off the jug, "Fortunately, I didn't drink just now, otherwise I would have choked to death."

Chen Pingan sat on the threshold, "Although I have some quarrels with Sun Jiashu, I think that among the big surnames like Old Dragon City, the Sun family's business experience is the most decent."

Fan Junmao took a sip of wine, his eyes were playful, and he asked with a smile: "Our Fan family is not in your eyes."

Chen Ping said with a smile: "To be able to teach a future heir like Fan Er, the Fan family's family style is definitely not bad, but the ancestral hall can talk to people. After there are too many people, everyone must have their own little calculations. As the head of the family, we must To take care of all aspects, it is difficult to be clean and self-sufficient, and it is even inevitable to make compromises. I still understand the truth. But in the case of Zheng Dafeng, the Fan family is indeed not kind enough. If, I mean if, I will talk to Fan in the future Unless Fan Er personally handles the business, I won't be at ease, but when doing business with the Sun family, Sun Jiashu himself will not intervene, so I am more at ease."

Fan Junmao tilted his head and said, "You are not stupid, why does old man Yang like to say that you are not smart?"

Chen Pingan couldn't help laughing, "It's been a few years since I left my hometown. In addition to growing tall, my brain must also grow along with it."

Fan Junmao nodded, "It's true that you have a little brain, but when you encounter a big event, you are still too smart after all."

Chen Pingan didn't take it seriously, and went straight to the point: "Can we start talking about business?"

Fan Junmao sneered and said: "Just by looking at the list that Zheng Dafeng handed me, I know that you must have failed in refining things. If you are not a layman, you are more ambitious than the sky. If I guess correctly, you are refining the water of the five elements." The natal item of my life is not low in rank, and the formula for refining things and the alchemy are also good, do you know that besides the inevitable failure, once it fails, there will be many evils, and it is doomed to endless troubles."

Chen Pingan's expression was serious.

Fan Junmao smiled, "I know that people like you don't believe in evil. For business, I don't care whether you make a loss or a profit after you buy my goods. Don't worry, a lot of treasures from heaven and earth have been brought to you. I want That rare thing that has a price but no market, the Golden Pill of the Jiaolonggou Yuanying Laojiao, really made me a little bit excited, otherwise I wouldn't make this trip myself, just Fan Er came."

Fan Junmao quickly raised his head and took a sip of wine, "You are right, I just want to kill you and take advantage of the fire, and this knife is going to kill you very hard, but can you, Chen Pingan, not buy it?"

Chen Pingan threw out the porcelain vase containing the old Jiao Jindan, and Fan Junmao caught it.

Chen Pingan asked: "I heard from Zheng Dafeng that you can control the sea of ​​clouds above the old dragon city, so if I can come up with something better, are you willing to make a move? Save Zheng Dafeng's life."

"Fan Er has a gift from me that is close to him. I should have taken out things by now. Since I am a descendant of the Fan family, I still need to pay attention to integrity when doing business. All things are good things, but they are expensive. It's a little bit, and you can't find anything wrong with it, even if you go to the Fu family, Fu Qi can only give you goods that are of good quality."

After Fan Junmao finished speaking, he gently tossed the porcelain bottle in his hand, and said with a smile: "Even if I break the rules and choose to make a move, there is only a [-]% chance of dying. To save Zheng Dafeng's humble life, Besides, I don't even want to."

Chen Pingan was just about to speak.

Zheng Dafeng was already sitting on the threshold, one on the left and the other on the right with Chen Pingan, becoming the two gatekeepers of Dust Medicine Shop, Zheng Dafeng laughed

Said: "Okay, begging her is useless."

Fan Junmao nodded, flipped his wrist, and the porcelain bottle disappeared, "Indeed."

Chen Pingan was forcibly interrupted by Zheng Dafeng again, this time Zheng Dafeng even shook his head at him, signaling not to take out that thing.

Fan Junmao's eyes lit up, "It's really a good thing, take it out and have a look, if I think it's worth the money, it's not impossible to make a move, it's not a bad thing to fight hard to strengthen your muscles and bones."

Zheng Dafeng stood up abruptly and said, "Enough is enough for Fan Junmao, the chances of Chen Ping's refinement of natal objects are really slim."

Obviously, he wanted to change the topic so that Fan Junmao's curiosity would not continue to spread.

Fan Junmao was a little bored, leaning on the chair, shaking the flagon in his hand, "It's really about refining natal objects, is it a Taoist priest in the lower five realms making a few pills for nourishing Qi at random? Do you know the so-called right time, place and people? Or is it Chen Pingan's opinion?" I am the lucky one who is endowed with great blessings, if a layman finds a random place and wants to refine a natal object, he can really make you Chen Pingan in one go. If Chen Pingan succeeds, I, Fan Junmao, will dig out my eyeballs and give it to you."

Zheng Dafeng turned around and said to Chen Pingan: "Then don't practice."

Zheng Dafeng seldom has such a serious expression, not many times in this life.

Chen Pingan had no choice but to nod, "Forget it, I know my luck."

Fan Junmao stood up, "Okay, that's it, Zheng Dafeng, fight hard when the time comes, I'll watch from above, remember to die heroically."

Zheng Dafeng returned to his original form, smiled and rubbed his hands together and said: "Miss Fan, what color skirt did you wear that day in the sea of ​​clouds? This green robe is so pretty, but occasionally you have to change your outfit."

After all, Fan Junmao is not an ordinary woman, he said with a smile: "Even if I stand naked on the dragon platform, you will not be able to open your eyes. Maybe Fu Qi will stab you to death with a sword first, and he will not vent his anger. I stomped on your head, and then the eyeballs exploded, and with a bang, they flew from Denglongtai to the sea of ​​clouds, and I clamped them with two fingers, and with a bang, they exploded again."

Zheng Dafeng hurriedly begged for mercy: "Miss Fan, please read me a favor, old man, will you please?"

Fan Junmao walked in the alley with a big smile and strode away.

When it was confirmed that Fan Junmao was gone, Zheng Dafeng said in a deep voice: "That demon pill, do you know that at the last moment, you just need to take it out, whether it is Fuqi, or the Yunlin Jiang family, or even anyone A great monk in the fairyland, you will be moved when you see it, you have a chance to exchange for a life, what can you get in exchange for Fan Junmao today, so what if she makes a move, it is only a [-]% possibility, but that is for me, Zheng Dafeng As far as humans are concerned, even if I am rescued at that time, how will your group leave the old dragon city?"

Chen Ping suddenly laughed and said, "I'm not happy to be your preacher for Zheng Dafeng."

Zheng Dafeng rolled his eyes, and sat back on the threshold, "You think I'm willing to make me lose my head with Li Er for the rest of my life."

Chen Ping folded his sleeves and looked at the wall, "However, I would be happy to be the Taoist guardian for the current Zheng Dafeng."

Fan Junmao suddenly "sat back" on that chair, laughing loudly, "It seems that there is an even more exaggerated demon pill, the eleventh realm is wrong, and the demon pill of the twelve realm great demon must be the one from the Fushi sect in Tongyezhou The big demon’s golden core is here, it’s interesting and interesting.”

Zheng Dafeng's face changed drastically, and he stared at the woman in green robe, "I'm not joking with you, you should stop thinking about that demon pill."

Fan Junmao stretched out a finger and lightly twirled a punch, only to see strands of mist filling the wall behind her, and finally gathered into a small cloud at her fingertips.

If it hadn't been premeditated, she really wouldn't have been able to hear Zheng Dafeng's sincere words.

Tsk tsk, even a guy like Zheng Dafeng is willing to share his heart with others

Fan Junmao squinted at the young man.

Fan Junmao took a sip of wine, his face full of complacency, "The golden pill of the twelve-level demon can be divided into three types of refining, large, medium and small. The difficulty of the major refining, if you don't lose the refining, you will be your natal item. Don't even think about it, Chen Pingan, just give it to me." , I'm in charge of the sea of ​​clouds above you two. In fact, the Fu family is nothing more than a housekeeper. I'm not here, so the Fu family can make some calls. I'm here, so he just wants to use the little cloud on my finger. Will not work."

She wiped her mouth, but couldn't hide the hotness in her eyes, "Give me that demon pill, and I can swallow the water transportation of the sea water on three sides of the entire old dragon city. If you pick a good time, you will have the right time, place and people. What?" In this way, if I take it out, I can have half the chance to save Zheng Dafeng's life, anyway, this cheap life will be lost sooner or later, it doesn't matter if I save him once."

Chen Ping asked with a smile: "If you dare to ask Miss Fan, what about Zhonglian and Xiaolian?"

Fan Junmao raised his eyebrows, "Small refining is not difficult, and it is most suitable to drink with wine. As for the effect, whoever drinks it will know."

Chen Ping nodded with a smile, "Okay, then I'll use it for training, thank you Miss Fan for reminding me."

Fan Junmao stood up with sharp eyes.

Zheng Dafeng stood up, and said in a deep voice: "Fan Junmao, don't forget, I still have a Yin God here. If you dare to do it, I will dare to make your realm stagnate for at least a hundred years."

Fan Junmao paced back and forth in the alley facing the gate of the pharmacy, his eyes fixed on the guy named Chen Pingan.

In the end, Fan Junmao stomped her feet, rose from the ground, and swept into the sea of ​​clouds. She was extremely agitated, shouting and waving her sleeves, grabbed the sea of ​​clouds and smashed each other.

She tossed and tossed for a long time, then fell back straight and lay on the sea of ​​clouds, "Bring some small brewed wine to drink, you won't have to worry about it for the rest of your life."

She wiped the drool from her mouth and began to roll in the sea of ​​clouds.

On the other side of the alley, Zheng Dafeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced at Chen Pingan, who was as immobile as a mountain, "You are really brave."

Chen Pingan's face remained unchanged, "Look at my back"

Zheng Dafeng really crossed the threshold to take a look, Chen Pingan was indeed sweating profusely

Zheng Dafeng sat on the threshold with a smile, and said with emotion: "I really never thought that the black charcoal boy who looked at the scenery outside the door eagerly would become what he is today."

Chen Pingan took off the Yangjian gourd and sipped the wine: "I didn't even think of it myself."

A moment of silence.

Chen Ping turned his head and asked with a smile, "Is it getting better or worse?"

Zheng Dafeng thought for a while, "It should be all good."

Then Zheng Dafeng slapped himself, "You, Zheng Dafeng and Pei Qian Zhulian only stayed for a day, and you learned how to flatter."

Standing up, Zheng Dafeng murmured and walked back to the yard behind the pharmacy, and called four people to start a fight. This time, the four people in the picture scroll felt the heavy pressure brought by Zheng Dafeng. It didn't feel like punching them, but rather took them The meaning of the four practice hands.

Fan Er ran out of the shop with a smile and sat beside Chen Pingan, "Everything is put in the room."

Chen Pingan hummed, "I probably don't know how to refine natal objects, but I want to refine another small thing. You should go back early, this is not a place to stay for a long time, so don't create trouble for the family."

Fan Er was not procrastinating, "I'll find another chance later, and come to the pharmacy."

Chen Ping stood up and sent Fan Er to the corner of the street. There was already a carriage waiting there, and the driver was the Jindan old sword repairman, Ma Zhi, who was originally called Flying Sword Liangyin on the ferry on Osmanthus Island.

The practice of sword repair is the old cave of Jiazi, a Qi trainer, and the sword cultivator of a century-old cave is still young.

At that time, Ma Zhi, the old sword repairman, rarely vomited bitterness to Chen Pingan. If the Fan family was willing to spend half of the family property and do their best to enshrine him, the golden core sword repairman, he would be able to enter the Nascent Soul Realm sword repairman.

Chen Pingan did not go out of the alley, but smiled and waved to old Jianxiu, and Ma Zhi also nodded with a smile.

That night, Chen Pingan was lying on the roof, holding a jade plaque in his hand that he didn't often take out, staring blankly, under the moonlight, it was crystal clear.

Now Chen Ping'an doesn't have a lot of money, but his family is really not small, and this jade medal is one of Chen Ping's earliest family properties, and he had it before his first trip to the Sui Dynasty.

He didn't refine the watermark.

On the road of life, there are some hurdles that you know are dangerous, and it is right to take risks yourself, but if there are some temptations, you have to obey the old saying, and you can't ask for one.

Chen Pingan put the jade tablet on his body, gently covered it with his hands, and closed his eyes.

The Chixin Sword has been lent to Sui Youyou, but there is no Sui Youyou. For Chen Pingan, that sword is still far from enough. It is a pity that the Long Qi Sword has been left in Ouhua Blessed Land, otherwise it can be used to meet the enemy.

If only someone could lend me a sword.

But there is no such beauty in the world.

Until the day before the severe cold of the solar term, the Dust Pharmacy was still calm and breezy, with no customers at all.

But there were no guests, and an empty transcontinental ferry stopped at the island ferry that was lonely overseas.

Fu Qi, the lord of the old dragon city, the teaching nun of the old Yuanying who was a sword repairer of the Yunlin Jiang family, and Du Yan, a direct disciple of the Tongye clan, stood side by side, waiting for someone to get off the ferry.

In the end, only an unremarkable old man got off the ferry.

If the three people who chased and killed the big demon of the Fuqi Sect were present, they would have recognized this person's identity.

The ancestor of ZTE whose surname is Du in Tongyezong.

The plain-clothed old man got off the ferry slowly, and when he saw the people at the ferry, he greeted them kindly and said some pleasantries, without any trace of the violent arrogance that Jiang Shangzhen called "that old pervert of Tongyezong" .

But when the old man looked in the direction of the old dragon city and said something serious, everyone immediately felt that the mountains were overwhelming, "He is a martial artist of the nine realms."

Fu Qi smiled wryly, "Exactly."

The old man stretched out his thumb and wiped the corner of his mouth, "At the request of the Dali Dynasty, your old Dragon City Fu's family gave us four ferry boats on the upside-down mountain route of Tongyezong. This is not a light gift."