Although these people in front of them don't have much to care about, but seeing that the dude can sit on a carriage, and he is such a waste, there are still people who are shouting and hugging, and even the ones who can summon the thugs of the primordial spirit. Fighting the dog to see the owner, because of this nonsense, recruiting another creditor to the troubled Fuyao Villa, it would not be very cost-effective.

It's a pity that things backfired. didn't read the calendar when went out that day, and met a half-assed person with two or five eyes.

As soon as the strange flag in the dandy's hand was shot, it was immediately out of the control of the original owner, and the wind and rain swept across the spot, instantly suppressing the atmosphere of everyone around him, revealing a faint trace of ancient and heavy contempt.

Li Yun didn't care about dodging, his eyes lit up first, and he said happily when he saw the hunting heart: "Heaven... This, this is the legendary 'True Dragon Flag'?"

No one asked him, Li Yun continued chattering and said: "This is an ancient relic, older than Third Junior Brother's dead sword. It contains the power of ancient dragons, a real dragon! The dragon roars in the ocean, but the sun, moon, and stars will shake three times. "

Yan Zhengming made his brain hurt when he talked, and he coldly shouted, "Shut up!"

After he finished speaking, he threw the puddle bird to Li Yun's side, turned to the two old men and said, "This is not something we are looking for."

The two Yuanshen old men looked at each other, and they were very helpless. One had to go to pull the dude on the carriage, and the other made peace with Yan Zhengming, and persuaded: "Fellow Daoist Haihan, our young master is only a seedling, young and old. Being favored is a bit arrogant, uh... If this bird is really valuable, the price can actually be negotiated..."

The first half of the sentence sounded like human words, but the second half of the sentence made Sect Master Yan furious on the spot.

I think when he was young, he was also rich and wealthy and spent money like water. Later, the Yan family was defeated, and the sect could not return. He has experienced a hard time of lack of gold and silver, and even now he is incarnated in the black market. " "Making Money, Young Master", Yan Zhengming's feelings for the word "rich and noble" are very complicated.

To put it simply, it means putting on a show by yourself, but you can't see others show it, especially when you don't see others using money to play it with him.

He shouted angrily: "I said no to sell! Don't you understand?"

Immediately unable to bear it any longer, a sword slashed towards the True Dragon Banner.

The dragon soul of the real dragon flag still exists, and once it is released, even a mortal who holds the flag can shake the sky - it can be seen how the gangster's family has spoiled him - at this moment, the dragon flag is swayed by Yan Zhengming's sword Immediately excited, dozens of thunderbolts slanted down and collided with the sword qi in mid-air. The loud explosion made people dizzy.

Yan Zhengming's face changed slightly, he couldn't help but take two or three steps back, vaguely feeling that his true essence was suppressed by Longwei.

At this moment, he heard the sound of a sharp weapon unsheathed behind him, and the familiar cold air that had begun to spread over the past few days, Cheng Qian Qian said, "I have been in retreat for too long, my knowledge is shallow, and I haven't seen the real dragon soul yet, senior brother. , you just let me know it for a while."

Yan Zhengming was stunned at first, then his anger grew even stronger, and he said to himself, "This kid didn't even discuss with me before, he just picked up his sword, where did he learn this trick now? Could it be that these years have passed? , in his heart, did I change from a 'trash senior dim sum master' to a 'wasted dim sum master who needs to be coaxed by others'?"

He wanted to pick the supernatural senses of the great masters of the past dynasties in Sect Master Yin. Could it be that he was still afraid of a horned worm that had been dead for eight thousand years?

Yan Zhengming didn't say a word immediately, his whole person turned into a sharp sword shadow, and the thousand Yuanshen swords faced the thunder in the sky without dodging or dodging. , the mountains are all stunned, the overseas dragons looming in the clouds and the sparse and boundless swordsmen of the world each do not give an inch, and the thick clouds are rolling like waves.

The dude on the carriage was stunned. Every time he took out the real dragon flag, the other party basically knelt down for him. Who knew that the ghost flag would get out of control when it met its hands, and there was such a big movement? At this time, he was fully supported by two Primordial Spirit cultivators. He had been poured into quail by the wind and rain provoked by the True Dragon Banner.

Except for the two Primordial Spirit cultivators, the unfortunate people near the carriage were basically crushed by Jianyi and Longwei, sitting on the ground, unable to lift their heads.

Cheng Qian, who was left to watch the battle, stood still, but his eyebrows were slightly embarrassed, and he didn't understand what he said wrong for a while.

Seeing this situation, Shuikeng hurriedly retracted his head into the sleeve of the second senior brother, wisely decided to be honest during this time, and resolutely did not talk back to the senior senior brother.

Senior brother, is it unhappy to catch up with so many days in a month? Great fire.

The dragon soul uttered a long groan in the sky, Yan Zhengming pushed the body-protecting true essence to the extreme, ignoring the surrounding wind and frost swords, the wide sleeves were torn open, the robes flew over, and countless primordial swords converged into one, wrapped around With the power of the wind and thunder, the cloud layer was torn apart like a god blocking the killing god, but the strong wind and the torrential rain could not weaken it in the slightest, and the sword shadow rushed straight to the dragon soul.

Cheng Qian's eyes narrowed, and he said in a low voice, "'Let's come forward'... Has the senior brother reached this stage?"

Legend has it that "going forward" in sword cultivation is the first step in refining one's body as a sword. When Jianxiu enters this step, he truly touches the realm of the sword god that cannot be communicated with others.

Taking this step is enough to rank among the top cultivators.

"As far as I know, he seemed to be one step short of the last time he moved his sword," Li Yun gave him a meaningful look, and said, "I'm afraid it was you who took it."

Cheng Qian was speechless by what he said, and instinctively wanted to refute it, but then he thought about it, it seemed that it was a bit like that.

He looked slightly solemn for a while, and thought: "Then... Is it possible that the trace of the demon between his eyebrows is also due to me?"

At this time, only to hear a roar, Yan Zhengming's sword passed through the dragon soul.

Li Yun hurriedly shouted: "Oh, senior brother, that is the real dragon flag. It has been like this since ancient times. You don't want to spoil things... Mother, the keel is cracked, you take it easy!"

Yan Zhengming turned a deaf ear, and seemed to have made up his mind to beat the dragon flag and the dragon soul back into the room together.

Li Yun had no choice but to look at Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian didn't move and didn't say a word, Li Yun had no choice but to say: "Xiao Qian, since ancient times people can't be resurrected, but you are an exception. You may not feel the fear and guilt when the old person returns, those are too heavy, It can make people toss and turn all night, and it can change the taste of any thoughts in the world. Looking back on a hundred years, how easy is it to be the same as before? I don't know how many years he has hated himself because of you... Don't let him be more hate it."

Cheng Qian has frost outside, and has a delicate heart. He has always heard one thing and knows ten. Li Yun has said this, and he still doesn't understand.

With that sword attack, seeing the reversal of the situation in the air, the majestic Dragon Soul had retreated again and again at this time, almost turned into being suppressed and beaten by Yan Zhengming, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and turned around to retract into the dragon flag. .

At this moment, Cheng Qian's whole body suddenly turned into a meteor, and it jumped straight up and down into the sky shrouded in the dragon's flag. The power of the primordial spirit that was tempered was suddenly released, and the spirit swept in at the moment when the dragon soul was about to escape into the true dragon flag.

The injured dragon soul was instantly suppressed by Cheng Qian's primordial spirit and condensed in the air.

Yan Zhengming's sword edge had already touched the real dragon flag, but at this time he stopped abruptly, his face still slaughtered, and stared at Cheng Qian quietly.

Cheng Qian smiled at him as if he didn't care much, and said, "You see that the second senior brother's eyes are almost blue. He specially sent me to intercede, senior brother, please be merciful."

"I'm so mad at me." Yan Zhengming said in his heart, but he couldn't be angry at Cheng Qian's occasional smile for too long. But it seems to still be on his body. He stepped on the sword god realm with one foot. Not only did he not have the vastness of the sky, but he also spurned himself a little aggrievedly, "It seems that he has been fooled again, which is really disappointing."

Yan Zhengming pulled away the sword light all over his body, gave Cheng Qian a blank look, and said, "If you want any kind of rubbish, Li Yun will pick up the rubbish."

Cheng Qian rolled up his sleeves and rolled the dragon soul stagnating in mid-air back to the True Dragon Flag. The flag immediately fell down softly, and the stormy sky suddenly stopped, as if everything just now was an illusion. Cheng Qian unhurriedly rolled up the dragon flag, his fingers stroked the keel that was cracked by Yan Zhengming, and he could feel the fine tremor of the dragon soul in it.

It is also a generation of gods, who has fallen to such a level, don't know if it is the impermanence of God or what.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

In front of the Heavenly Dao, the so-called Divine Dragon and Great Power are just a bunch of ants, right?

Thinking about it like this is really open and heart-wrenching.

Cheng Qian threw the True Dragon Banner to Li Yun, and glanced down at the flying horse carriage on the ground—a few flying horses had escaped from the reins at some point, and he didn't know how this dude could get back and let his scumbags use their swords. Carry him?

Yan Zhengming said arrogantly: "Since you all intend to reconcile, we will accept this gift for the time being."

Li Yun smiled kindly beside him, and echoed like a dog's leg: "Yes, thank you, thank you."

The two Yuanshen cultivators on the other side could see clearly - this one sword cultivator had already crossed the frontier realm, and the other, who was not a sword cultivator, used his own primordial spirit to suppress the dragon soul. Suspicion of danger... but that is also an ancient true dragon.

How can such a person offend at will? You can only admit it if you suffer a little.

A primordial spirit old man bowed his head and said, "I don't know where your fellow Daoists come from?"

While listening to the puddle hidden in Li Yun's sleeve, he hurriedly popped up and interjected, "Tell you what to do? So that you can seek revenge in the future?"

The old man was speechless for a moment, and his face was very embarrassed.