And although the Swinging Sect has no one in charge, it is better than the boat, it only swayed slightly, and it undulated for a while in the giant làng, splashing some sea water.

In this way, Cheng Qian found that the people in the surrounding small boats seemed to be looking at them even more wrongly.

Cheng Qian grabbed his wooden sword and stood on the side of the boat with a blank expression. To be jealous to escape the disaster.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt that there was nothing interesting, and he didn't want to see the great powers fly into the clouds.

So he turned back to the cabin, found a place unmoved in the shaky shaking, picked up the spell and the carving knife and started doing his excess homework, hoping that he could cultivate himself into a great power the next day.

In addition, he also found a sword manual from the Jinglou, called Haicháo Swordsmanship, which coincided with this trip to the East China Sea. Cheng Qian's second form of the swinging wooden sword has been completed, and he has just started to learn the third form, and his progress has basically caught up with Li Yun - he practiced so fast because he was the only one among all the disciples who was beaten because of his sword practice. The sword was shattered by the hand.

Compared with the Fuyao wooden sword, other swordsmanships seem to be very straightforward, far from those dazzling changes. Just when he practiced the Dahai cháo sword a few times and began to understand a little, Li Yun suddenly broke in.

"Xiao Qian!" He pushed open his door out of breath, "What are you hiding here? Come up with me, it seems that the big devil the senior brother said is coming!"

Chapter 28

Cheng Qian ran all the way with Li Yun and ran to the deck. As soon as he came out, he was almost smoked by the salty stench, and then he saw something unusual in the sky-the sky that was still clear just now was covered with dark clouds and ghosts. The dark clouds spread out to the hard-to-see places, obscuring the only remaining skylight.

All the ships at sea stopped, and the seniors who were swaggering past like moths in the sky also fell down one by one. They stepped on the deck of their respective ships one by one, with faces like the ene, and many juniors. don't know why, so looked up at the sky together with the clamor, and the jaw-dropping expression seemed to be collectively waiting for the red rain from the sky.

Li Yun was restless, walking back and forth, and at the same time asked Cheng Qian in a barely audible voice, "Is that the person? What does he want?"

Cheng Qian suddenly thought of Tang Zhen, and replied, "Maybe it is because Xianshi is crowded with people and plans to capture the souls of a few monks and go back to practice."

Li Yun turned to look at him in horror.

"Catching and picking the ones that will fly in the sky, it's not your turn, don't worry," Cheng Qian said, looking around, "Where is the master?"

At this time, there was a mournful eagle chirping in the distance, and then strange laughter began to echo between heaven and earth. They were male and female, old and young, each laughing, and they mixed into a harmony that made the hair stand on end. . The laughter was low and trivial at first, then gradually increased, and finally reached the point of hoarseness.

Li Yun staggered back a few steps and covered his ears with his hands: "What is this?"

There was chaos all around, Cheng Qian's chest felt tight, Yan Zhengming, who appeared out of nowhere, grabbed his shoulder, and the familiar fragrance of orchid choked Cheng Qian's face.

Yan Zhengming said angrily, "What are you two coming out of? Get into the cabin!"

Cheng Qian searched around and didn't see the real person Mu Chun, and finally got a little panicked. He pulled Yan Zhengming's sleeve and asked, "Elder Brother, where is Master?"

"I don't know, I'm looking for it too," Yan Zhengming said with a sullen face, "don't get in the way outside, hurry in..."

The scalp-numbing laughter quickly overwhelmed his voice, and Yan Zhengming closed his mouth with a frown.

Needless to say, Li Jun is the best at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. He has already entered the cabin with good deeds, but Cheng Qian is not so easy to manipulate. Yan Zhengming has no time to reason with him at this time, so he has to push and shove, using brute force to force him. Also stuffed into the cabin.

The wind and swaying lanterns had already been lit in the cabin, and Han Yuan was hiding inside anxiously.

Cheng Qian's heart sank as soon as he saw him - he saw Shuideng sitting in Han Yuan's arms.

The tracking talisman they made was tied by Li Yun with colorful silk and tied around the puddle's waist, but they didn't expect that the talisman had just entered the puddle and she was dropped by the master.

Yan Zhengming came in last, his face was extremely ugly, pale and blue, after a few breaths, he covered his mouth with one hand, and put his back on the door beam, as if trying to suppress the desire to vomit.

After a while, Yan Zhengming said: "I have smelled this smell, and the Soul Eater lamp smells like this smell."

Li Yun, who had been leaning against the window, whispered, "Shh, look at the sky."

Cheng Qian raised his eyes and saw that there were many vague figures in the dark sky.

Those people were all in ragged clothes and could not see their appearance at all. They were floating in the air, and there were thousands of people, making this East China Sea like a ferry of Naihe Bridge.

Ghosts... how come there are so many?

How powerful is Jiang Peng, this ghost and demon cultivator?

The black clouds rolled in the air, and the undercurrents undulated in the water. When the arrogant and arrogant cultivators saw this scene, they all seemed to have encountered natural enemies. Cheng Qian could only see the stalemate of the color from their stern battle. and fear.

A blast of thunder "Kala" in the air split half of the human world, and a dark cloud of black energy swept through the air like a dragon entering the sea. It was only then that everyone could see clearly that someone had already sat diagonally above the black cloud.

The man was wearing a gray robe, with a terminally ill, haggard, gray face on his face, his eyelids drooping, and he looked like a ghost, staring at all beings under the cloud.

Cheng Qian caught a glimpse of the back of Yan Zhengming's hand holding the window lattice, and the veins jumped out.

As soon as the demon cultivator appeared, countless disbelief jumped out of Cheng Qian's heart. He suspected that something was wrong with the elder brother's ears. Did the master really call this person elder brother?

Cheng Qian could never imagine that this person was actually a product of Fuyao Mountain, who was a jerk.

What kind of master can create such two apprentices?

The senior immortals were even more stingy than Cheng Qian imagined, but no one dared to be the devil who was so arrogant.

I saw a white-bearded old man on the next boat coming out more and more, tapped the deck lightly with his crutches, hesitated for a moment, and said in a polite tone: "I'm about to go to Qinglong Island to go to the ten-year fairy city. I don't know what is the purpose of Daoyou Jiang's blocking here?"

He was almost flatteringly polite, but unfortunately the big devil didn't seem to buy it much.

"The Fairy City is held once every ten years, how many young talents have emerged, how lively..." Jiang Peng, who was like a scabby on the cloud, opened his mouth, his voice was soft and soft, and the words were sticky, but it made people feel all over the place. Cold, always felt that he was going to vomit his fangs in the next moment.

Jiang Pengsi smiled politely: "I'm not here to join in the fun, and take a look at the good seedlings that can be cultivated. With the aptitude of the gentlemen, there is no need to be so nervous."

This was the first time Cheng Qian saw Ghost Xiu, and he felt completely different from the few words he saw on the wall. He was almost shocked.

Such a thing that lives like a ghost or a ghost, even if the means are sky-high and live like a thousand-year-old eighty-thousand-year-old guī, what kind of face can it have?

Who cares about him? Who will be with him? Who will take him seriously?

The white-bearded old man was stabbed neither softly nor hard, his face twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.

The two sides were almost at a stalemate on the stormy sea - since there was only one person on the other side, even silence at this time was quite embarrassing.

Cheng Qian involuntarily held down the wooden sword at his waist and said to himself, "If I want a sword like theirs, if they are as capable, I'll go forward and let him roll aside to make way."

In fact, he has such an urge now, but Cheng Qian's impulsiveness is also clear, let alone a fight with the big devil, he can't even earn the hand that the big brother is holding on his shoulder with his stature. open.

Finally, one of the immortal gates on the ship dared to speak. Only one person was angry and broke the silence, shouting: "Evil devil, get out!"

This sentence alone attracted everyone's attention, Cheng Qianmeng strayed, broke free from Yan Zhengming's hands, and boldly stretched out his upper body, lying on the window, trying to see who was talking. who is the person.

It was a woman who looked like she was in her twenties or thirties. She was very young, but there was no sun and moon in the mountains, and the practitioners could follow their hearts, so looking young didn't mean much.

She was standing on the kind of boat that cost five cents for one person. She was probably a little shy, wearing a half-new robe, a half-male robe style, with a small patch on the cuffs, and the back of her back. With a tattered package and a sword, even the scabbard was rusted.

This nun accurately explained what "disgraced face" is, let alone any color.

Cheng Qian's ears were sharp, and he heard the whispers of the sword cultivators not far away.

"Who is that? Don't you die?"

"Shh - that's the real person of Tang Wanqiu in Mulan Mountain."

"What? She is... that Tang Wanqiu? The one who practiced the 'madman' sword..."

"Why is she here?"

"Alas... but a mere one... It's really over-the-top."

Cheng Qian's ears were sharp and keenly heard the words "Mulan Mountain" amid the noise.

Her surname is also Tang... What does she have to do with that male ghost Tang Zhen?

Not allowing him to think about it, a large group of ghosts in the sky turned towards Tang Wanqiu together. The black clouds swelled with endless anger and malice. The boatman was so frightened that he shrank himself into a ball, wishing he couldn't throw himself into the sea.

Jiang Peng glanced at Tang Wanqiu, but he didn't pay attention to her at all. He suddenly pursed his lips and made a whistle, and a high-pitched sound like a thorn pierced into everyone's ears. Cheng Qian only felt a roar in his ears,For a moment, he almost suspected that he was deaf.