Cheng Qian was in a hurry and didn't have time to talk to him. He quickly recited the formula of Ningshen Yujian in his heart. Maybe the heat was really coming, or it might be dangerous. For a time, he jumped directly from Ningshen to Yujian. Not a short period of time, let the frost blade float in the air with some wind and rain.

Yan Zhengming lightened his hand, and finally came back to his senses, he calmed his mind and hurriedly let go of his strength to prevent external forces from disturbing Cheng Qian: "No... don't be rude first, lean over slowly, slow down, you Flying unsteady now, go slower."

Cheng Qian certainly didn't dare to be careless. The feeling of concentrating on the sword is equivalent to turning the sword in his hand into a part of his body. Even if a person is on the ground and grows a leg for no reason, he has to stumble a few times first - not to mention Frostblade's sword is still not very honest, and he can't completely suppress it.

Cheng Qian was in control of Zhen Yuan steadily, not daring to take a step, and slowly made Shuangrenjian close to Tang Wanqiu's belt, but just when Yan Zhengming was able to stretch out his hand to protect him, something changed again.

A water column suddenly appeared out of thin air on the sea surface, and it brought a big làng in an instant. When the sky fell, the sea water seemed to have an indescribable strength. Cheng Qian felt a tightness in his chest, and he didn't come up in one breath, and the frost blade lost control. The man rushed to the side with a sword.

The exclamations in his ears were instantly drowned out. Cheng Qian only had time to grasp the hilt of the sword, and he had already fallen into the sea. Then, he was slapped down by the falling big làng, and suddenly he didn't know the personnel.

Fortunately, he instinctively didn't let go of the hand holding the sword, the scabbard of the Frostblade Sword did not know where to go, and the broken blade was swept away by the water, hitting Cheng Qian, and unceremoniously slashed on his calf. There was a bloody hole, and the wound was killed by the sea water, making Cheng Qian sober with pain.

He even choked a few sips of water, tried his best to hold his breath, and struggled hard.

Cheng Qian boasted that he was not afraid of life and death, but he didn't want to drown in the sea in such a senseless way.

It's a pity that his water ability is not very good, and he's not good enough for his usual sea sword. He can still thump twice in the small river ditch on the ground, so there's really no way to do it in the monstrous sea water.

Cheng Qian shivered and pinched an inexperienced hand trick, a thin air bubble floated around, and tremblingly contained him in it, but unfortunately this sea làng even divided Tang Zhenren's belt into two, he This struggle to run out of true essence at the end of the arrow is useless at all.

The bubbles kept rising and being shattered by the sea water. Every time it was broken, Cheng Qian had to take several mouthfuls of sea water again. Gradually, his consciousness began to be clear and blurred, and the ups and downs didn't know how long it took. In the end, he was almost blindly chaotic ups and downs, unable to flutter.

Cheng Qian just felt cold.

The sword was also cold, and the water was so cold that he almost lost consciousness.

Cheng Qian couldn't help but think of the old man next door he saw in the village when he was young. It seemed like it happened in a previous life. Stuffed it in, and since then, Cheng Qian had the first impression of death.

Death must be extremely cold, he thought.

But this time, Cheng Qian didn't die.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already another day of sunset.

Cheng Qian sat up abruptly, and there was a sharp pain in his lower back. He almost lay back again, only to find himself on a big reef. The sword wound on his calf was whitened by the sea water, and it was lifted up to both sides. Luǒlu's skin was covered with a pale layer of salt frost.

He only heard one person say behind him, "Are you still alive?"

Cheng Qian turned his head and saw a "wild man" meditating behind him.

That man was even more embarrassed than him, with a tattered shirt that could hardly cover his body, his hair and beard was messed up, and only two eyes were exposed, and his gaze shone on him like electricity. Cheng Qian first began to look at this person and felt a little familiar. After recognizing it for a long time, he exclaimed in shock, "You are... a real person Wenya?"

Wen Ya glared at him and said angrily, "Are you lame or amnesia, what's the name of a ghost?"

Cheng Qianyang felt pain like a needle stick. When he first saw his old friend here, thousands of words almost came to his lips-about the master, the brother, the island owner, Tang Zhenren...but only a moment, a moment later , his heart was cleared of the fragility it shouldn't have, and he calmed down again.

Cheng Qian restrained those words word by word, swallowed them back with the salty and bitter sea water, respectfully bowed to the younger generation, and then silently poked the frost-blade sword aside and sat on the ground to adjust. It will restore the real essence that has been depleted in the sea water as soon as possible.

Wen Ya looked at him for a moment, with a look of admiration and admiration on her face, and said in her heart, "Xiao Chun told me that this child may be the reincarnation of his master, so it seems a bit similar."

He silently protected Cheng Qian on the side for half the night. The stars in the sky hung like washes above the sea, and the water faded slightly, revealing most of the original appearance of the reef.

Cheng Qian had just finished his work, when he heard the real person Wen Ya say in his ear: "That 'no good death sword' is unruly. It is not something that can be subdued by knowing it with love and reason. You must have felt it."

Cheng Qian was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted: "Is this sword senior you put in my room?"

Wen Ya sneered: "Isn't it? Thanks to your plague-stricken sect, because of my relationship with you, I can't even open the broken inn by the sea. I was chased by a group of bastards all the way. I plan to kill you. The things that the master left with me have been returned, so I changed the place, hided after the limelight and came out, hey, I didn’t think it would be better to come early, just in time for a big drama on Qinglong Island.”

Cheng Qian: "This sword belongs to my master?"

Wen Ya sneered: "Fart, just like your master's dough, how can you use such a weapon? This is your master's, and it fell into my hands by chance many years ago. It is so small that no one can entrust it, and this is why I have been keeping it on my behalf. If you hold this sword, if your heart is like a stone, it can kill the Quartet. If you are a little weak, it will be attacked by it. When you bully the soft and fear the hard, I think you are a group of 'huáng rat láng a mouse, a generation is not as good as a generation', and when it comes to your generation, it is even more outrageous.

Cheng Qian listened and felt very subtle. He felt that this senior was really good at chatting. He immediately stood up and said goodbye: "Thank you for your help, senior. I have to go to my senior brothers and the others, so I will not accompany them for now."

"Wait," Wenya stopped him, "do you know where they are?"

Cheng Qian probably knew that there were only such a small area of ​​islands and reefs in the East China Sea. Yan Zhengming and the others could only land nearby. Although he was not very skilled, he was able to steer his sword. He could fly in the nearby waters while the wind was calm. A circle, presumably not too difficult to find.

As a result, the next moment, he was shocked to hear Wen Ya say: "I tell you, they are on a desert island less than five miles away. If you go with your sword, you will be there in a moment, but I advise you not to go. ——Because Zhou Hanzheng happened to be on that island."

Cheng Qian snorted.

Wen Ya continued: "Last night's earthquake in the East China Sea, and even you were affected, it means that a powerful person has fallen, Gu Yanxue... Alas, the little white face surnamed Zhou must have been evacuated at that time - hum, he ran away. quick."

Cheng Qian wasn't in such a hurry at first, but after hearing Wen Ya's words, he couldn't hold back any longer. Wen Ya's words fell, and he had already taken the frost-blade sword into the air.

Wen Ya didn't expect him to be so impatient, she scolded lowly, and the bullet commanded a azure light and released an immortal cable, catching up and tying Cheng Qian firmly, and falling back to the reef.

Wen Ya said angrily, "Are you crazy? Looking for death? Who said you were the reincarnation of that old devil, is he blind?"

It was embarrassing that Cheng Qian could understand it, he struggled violently: "I wasn't originally, it was the master who admitted it was wrong-Senior, that Zhou Han's intentions are not right, I'm afraid it's not good for the brothers and the others, please also ask Raise your hand and let go of me."

Wen Ya said: "Don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. Although the white-faced mule surnamed Zhou is not a good thing, but the realm is there, if I am in his prime, maybe I can go to meet him... You? ."

Cheng Qian was unmoved at all: "Thank you, senior for telling me that I can't beat it, but I can still sneak attack, I can make a plot, please don't embarrass me."

Wen Ya: "..."

He really didn't know how Cheng Qian said these words. If he was 16 or 17 years old, he could be regarded as a young man who could stand on his own. The little boy who can't pinch.

Wen Ya couldn't figure out how Han Muchun raised Cheng Qian, not only did he not have the slightest sense of awe compared to his own, but he was also quite blatantly vicious!

Cheng Qian's heart was already on fire, but due to Wen Ya being an old friend of Mu Chun Zhenren, he didn't turn his face on the spot and said patiently, "Senior Wen!"

"Sect..." Wen Ya suddenly sighed, "Boy, with your children, you can't support Fuyao Mountain."

Cheng Qian didn't know why he had to sing the downfall and Fuyao faction, but he was relieved when he remembered that he and his master didn't say a few good things together. , then secretly studied the immortal-binding rope on his body, intending to find a gap to free himself.

Unexpectedly, the next moment he felt his whole body loose, and Wen Ya took the immortal-bound cable back.

Wen Ya said: "According to your age, to be able to reach the stage of Yujian, you are considered outstanding. I have been with your master for many years, and I can't watch you go to death, so-"

His voice fell, a few phantoms suddenly appeared on the reef, and Wen Ya released three distractions.

"If you can break out of my three distractions, I won't stop you," Wen Ya said, "but there are rules, I don't want to watch you Fuyao send those gimmicky swordsmanship, you can only allow yourself Pick a trick, you can only use this trick repeatedly, as long as you can break my distraction, you can count on whoever you want."