However, at this time, even if he can't handle it, how can he evade?

Cheng Qian's mouth was full of the smell of rust, and he used the Frost Blade Sword to prop up the ground without hesitation. He was not afraid to break this famous sword. The Frost Blade Sword screeched and bounced him up again. He made a sword, but the sword was not old, and he was no longer able to sustain it. The sword wind that was protecting him suddenly dissipated, and countless sharp weapons were pressed on the frost blade, which almost meant that he would be slashed by a thousand swords.

It is too late for others to help.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Presumptuous!"

Then, an upright but gentle force swept in, effortlessly swept away the several sword winds that were pressing on Cheng Qian, but did not hurt him in the slightest.

Cheng Qian's whole body lightened and he fell straight down, only to be caught by Yan Zhengming.

Yan Zhengming didn't know how he rushed over. When the sharp weapons almost fell on Cheng Qian, Yan Zhengming's heart fell heavily from his chest, and the fall almost broke his heart.

Cheng Qian lost his consciousness for a moment, but luckily it didn't take long. When his scattered eyes were focused again, he found that the whole pier was crowded with masked people as if they had been swept away, and it was empty. In the blockbuster, there were people who fell not far away crying their parents and shouting that they couldn't get up, and some had already fallen into the sea.

At the same time, he also found that he was still clasping the frost-blade sword tightly in his hand, and he didn't let go if he really wanted to die.

Just as Cheng Qian was about to get up, he was unquestionably pressed back by an arm. Without turning his ears, he could hear Yan Zhengming's heart beating wildly. He half-knelt on the ground and hugged Cheng Qian tightly, his hands were shaking until He opened his eyes before heaving a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "Don't move!"

Tang Wanqiu fell to the side, wanting to come to and Zhou Hanzheng did not take advantage of it, her face was pale, and she was probably injured.

However, despite this, she raised her head and saw the rescuer, but there was not much joy on her face, but even more worry, and whispered: "Island Lord."

Zhou Hanzheng glanced at Tang Wanqiu coldly. He probably wrote down the account of this crazy woman in his heart. When he turned his face again, he had a wind-swept look on his face. He pretended to be reserved and gently shook his hand. The Sansi Fan, rushing to the Qinglong Island Master standing on a huge reef, clasped his fist and said, "See the Island Master."

The island owner didn't even look at him, turned to Tang Wanqiu and said, "Late Qiu, bring those children here, I didn't think enough."

Tang Wanqiu didn't say anything, turned back weakly, gave Yan Zhengming a "follow up" look, and walked up the small stone steps behind the reef.

Cheng Qian gritted his teeth and was about to stand up by the arm of his senior brother, but was pressed back by Yan Zhengming again.

Immediately, he found that his whole body was suddenly suspended in the air, and he was actually picked up by his senior brother.

Cheng Qian's originally not sober sanity was instantly awake from fear. Like a puppy that fell from a height, he stretched out his hand and scratched a few times, nervously grabbing Yan Zhengming's shoulder, lest he would be caught. His "frail" senior brother fell, and he might not die, but where he landed was a problem.

Yan Zhengming was frightened to death by him just now, but his face didn't calm down, his heart was on fire, and he said sharply: "Be honest!"

Cheng Qian was silent for a moment, then stiffened into a stone, allowing him to move it.

The island owner Senran's eyes softened slightly, he looked at Yan Zhengming, and finally his eyes fell on Cheng Qian's sword.

The island owner's pupils shrank slightly, staring at the blood frost above him for a while, then turned around and glanced around aimlessly, as if he was looking for someone - but apart from Haitian Yishen, Ghost Reef, he didn't find anything.

The island owner withdrew his gaze, sighed slightly, the mighty coercion dissipated, and returned to a poor and sour scholar with a sad face, turned around and said, "Let's go back."

A few masked people saw it and were about to chase him, but Zhou Hanzheng raised his hand and stopped him.

Zhou Han was staring at the back of Qinglong Island Master with a smile on his face, and what he said was really cold: "Who is Gu Yanxue, and what are you? Which one died?"

Tang Wanqiu didn't go far when he heard these words, looked back bitterly, and said, "Island owner, such a villain with the surname Zhou, why do you want to stay and kill Gānjing!"

The island owner didn't turn his head, and walked in front of him.

Speaking of which, there are people in Kyushu who do not know the Prime Minister of the Son of Heaven, but no one does not know about Qinglong Island. The major immortals are all treasured, and many scattered cultivators who seek immortality have no door to enter the immortal door from the lecture hall on Qinglong Island. , the island owner not only has a profound cultivation base, but was once called "the master of the world".

Ordinary people pay attention to "the emperor of heaven and earth, relatives and teachers", but most people in Xianmen have long lifespan and weak kinship. Without "kinship", they are unwilling to bow their heads to mortal emperors and become ministers, and then there is no "ruler", and only "Five Changs" are left. Master of Heaven and Earth" San Chang, the teacher's door is more valuable than the family door, which shows the weight of the four words "the teacher of the world".

Speaking out, who would believe that Gu Yanxue, the dignified owner of Qinglong Island and the head of the Four Sages, would be so shabby and angry?

Among the Four Sages, Qinglong Island Lord may not be the highest Taoist, but he has always been tacitly regarded as the head of the Four Sages, which is naturally for this reason.

Several people rushed all the way to the vicinity of the large wharf of Qinglong Island, where the battle had already formed a group.

It turned out that the night patrol and the disciples who were missing on the island were all here, and they were fighting with another group of people.

The ten years of Qinglong Island's ten-year immortal city is a major event in the world of immortals. Which famous and decent powerhouse is here to be disrespectful? However, the comers are not good, the sea has been turbulent, and countless large ships are looming between the sky and sea in the darkness, and the little fluorescent lights of the swordsman float in the air like a star, and the waves làng to the sky.

Taking a closer look, it was as rumored by those Broken Mouth Loose Cultivators that a Flood Dragon figure shuttled through it!

As if it was safer to be with the Qinglong Island Master, Li Yun finally recovered from the panic, and Bo Wenqiáng realized it again, and said, "That's not the Qinglong, the Qinglong is the ancient god, how can it haunt the world? It's just that A Flood Monster, strange, isn't the Flood Monster only found in the West Palace? How could it come to the East China Sea?"

Han Yuan said: "Maybe which magic cultivator stole it."

Li Yun pondered for a moment, poured his True Yuan into his eyes, looked at it with all his might, and said in amazement, "Panlong Banner—there is the Panlong Banner of the Westbound Palace on the boat! But how could the Westbound Palace..."

Qinglong Island and the West Palace are among the top ten sects. They are located in remote areas. They always pay attention to escaping from the world and practice. They don’t mix things up.

His voice fell, and the island master of Qinglong suddenly let out a long roar, and the giant flood dragon, which was almost invincible at sea, heard the sound and fell into the water. cháo seemed to calm down for a while.

The two sides stopped involuntarily, and the crowd made way for a passage. The island owner stepped forward and said loudly: "All the Daoists from the West Palace are visiting late at night, and they are so mobilized. Do you have any advice?"

Hearing the sound of a horn, the densely packed ships suddenly separated from each other on both sides. A Panlong ship almost emerged from the bottom of the sea where it was too dark to see the depths. The old man with white hair and beard stood on the bow. With an aura that was about to die out like the five degenerates of heaven and man, but still undiminished, his eyes were real, and he swept across the crowd, saying: "Gu Yanxue, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, you, the master of Qinglong Island, have not diminished. ."

The island owner frowned slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Bai Ji is polite."

Yan Zhengming, the head of the sect, is quite an idle cloud and wild crane. Except for the memorabilia of several island records when he first arrived at Qinglong Island, he did not take everything else to heart. He heard the words and asked in a low voice, "Who is Bai Ji? "

Li Yun whispered to him: "The palace lord of the West Palace, I heard that he is almost a thousand years old. There used to be rumors that he would be the next person above the Kyushu to become immortal. Yuan is about to run out."

Cheng Qian took a sigh of relief, struggled to push Yan Zhengming away, stood up by himself, and said strangely, "Second Senior Brother, how do you know everything?"

"Shut up, it's none of your business." Yan Zhengming immediately forgot to find out who Bai Ji was, he lowered his head and pinched Cheng Qian's pulse, frowning to check his injury.

The coming and going of the two great powers in this world has already caused an uproar among the crowd. A group of loose cultivators in the lecture hall who are watching the fun and do not think it is a big deal are bold, and they have climbed to the surrounding trees and rocks. Looking at the discussion.

I just heard the island owner calmly ask: "If there are people coming from the West Palace, why don't you go to the pilgrimage first? Although my island is only a wild and remote place, is it possible that you don't know how to treat guests? What means?"

The Panlong Ship was approaching in a blink of an eye, Bai Ji said: "Bai is not here to visit, five years ago, my unreal grandson left home for a trip, and when he heard that the immortal market in Guidao was lively, he went with all the Taoist friends. Come here, I want to join in the fun, and then in the communication palace, it is said that I have seen the Guidao Lecture Hall, and I want to gain more knowledge, so I worship the Lecture Hall as a loose cultivator, and there is no news in the past few years. I thought he was cultivating in Guidao, but a few days ago, my grandson's natal lamp in the palace suddenly went out. I used the method of searching for his soul, but I couldn't find it everywhere. Only then did I know that he ,he……"

When Bai Ji said this, he was so choked up that he couldn't speak any longer.

Han Yuan frowned slightly when he heard it. He was different from his brothers who didn't hear anything outside the window. He belonged to the master who had to know about big things and small things. Gossip and rumors about the three mice and four eyes on the island had to be taken from him. He read it in his ears, and he had never heard of people dying in the lecture hall.

As soon as the island owner waved his hand, a disciple trotted all the way to him, held a book in both hands, and asked Bai Ji, "I don't know how to make Sun Ming taboo?"

Bai Ji tried his best to suppress his grief, and said in a trembling voice, "Shang Yan and give a gift."

The island owner threw the roster into the air, lifted his lips slightly, and read something, only to see a thick roster quickly turned from the beginning to the end, without stopping once, the back of the book was turned up and fell down.