Under the night, on the banks of Caishiji River, Zhang Lan sat cross-legged on the stone, holding the white cat in one hand and playing with the black fan in her hand with the other, looking quite unwilling to let go.

He looked at Chen Qiu beside him, who had just finished a set of Liangyi Divine Fist by the river.

The boxing style is very good.

Although it does not contain true energy, a set of punches is indeed a combination of hardness and softness. Just by bringing the fist wind, it can bring waves of turbulence in the river.

These two rituals and magic fists are said to be unique skills in the martial arts world.

But only looking at the boxing path, it is not very outstanding.

Not only did any senior understand such boxing principles, which were simple and unpretentious, and showed their sharpness. Seeing Chen Qiu punching, Zhang Lan felt a sense in his heart.

The so-called great way is simple, but it is magical and obscure and cannot be talked about by others.

"You're really so heartless?"

When Chen Qiucheng got his fist and picked up the Greedy Wolf Sword again, Zhang Lan suddenly asked:

"Just hand over the Liangyi God's Fist Notes to Qin Xuming? You don't know him, so you are not afraid. He will turn against the decent and take your gifts to deal with you?"

"Why am I afraid?"

When Chen Qiu was holding the knife, his momentum suddenly changed. With a casual knife, the intention of the knife was blessed. Before the Wusheng knife style was unfolded, the river water in front of him seemed to be cut in a line, and the turbulent flow was rolling.

He said to Zhang Lan:

"What he gave is the basics. If you really want to learn it, unless you are a boxing genius, you will not be able to practice it well in a few years. And I am the only one who knows this boxing technique in the world.

He wanted to learn completely, so he had to wait carefully.

Besides, he is Uncle Ren’s confidant. He has been growing up in the villa since he was a child. Even if he doesn’t agree with what I do, he will take good care of Wulong Villa, which is his home after all.”

After saying that, Chen Qiu drew his sword and moved forward, Wusheng dart mixed with the sword drawing technique and slashed forward.

Just a casual knife, and with the sword energy flying, he opened a white line to spread the river water in front of him, like a muffled thunder, and the river water slashed backwards.

With one sword dispersed, Chen Qiu let out a long breath.

He put away his knife and looked at the river flowing in front of him, he said:

"So what if Qin Xuming really rebelled?"

"The Liangyi Divine Fist is not inherited by Penglai. If you cultivate the Liangyi true energy, you will not be pulled away by the Wanling Formation. If Wulong Villa really develops and grows, it will be no harm to what we are going to do.

With so many people from the world, how can I save them one by one?

This is their fate and cannot be saved by beating a rabbit. It can only be said that there is a disaster in their destiny.

What does it have to do with me?"

After hearing what Chen Qiu said, Zhang Lan was also worried.

He stroked the ears of the little white cat in his arms, and the kitten made a soft and soft cry, as if he was very attached to Zhang Lan.

The young man Xihua sighed and said:

"When I first heard what you said, I was shocked. Who would have thought that Penglai had been planning for thousands of years, and there were seven or eight out of ten martial arts in the world, all inherited by Penglai.

It's so terrible. We are really like leeks and livestock raised by Penglai, and we are slaughtered."

"What are you afraid of?"

Chen Qiu glanced at Zhang Lan and said:

"The kung fu you learned was all learned by Zhang Moye himself, and it has nothing to do with Penglai Mao. Even if you stand in the formation of all spirits and keep your true energy tightly, you can hold on for a while and wait for me to save you.

There are also those families who have passed down once and lost their inheritance. In addition to the Xiaoxiang Sword Sect, the martial arts of other major sects are authentic and they are not afraid of Penglai magic.

But if they could spread their treasured martial arts throughout the world in their early years, things would not have developed to this point."

"Haha, you think beautifully."

Zhang Lan retorted:

"Why can someone give you an outsider who is completely unmatched by others in his own exquisite martial arts?

Since ancient times, all the schools with backgrounds have been cherished by themselves. Apart from my father, who would have mastered martial arts and spread them all over the world?

Although the heart of the world is the last, after learning my father's internal skills, you don't have to be afraid of Penglai's conspiracy.

My father is the real saving of the people of the world, but he was slandered as the devil in the world by those despicable people.

It's really laughing."

Chen Qiu nodded, Zhang Lan said this well.

Zhang Moye's secret method of flowing out of the world really cut off most of Penglai's plans.

"It's a pity that the heart of the world is the ultimate. Anyone who wants to learn martial arts with his heart and lay the foundation with the heart of the world will find good martial arts instead."

Chen Qiu said:

"In the end, I got some 'adventures' and thought I was lucky, so I embarked on the evil path set up in Penglai again."

"What the hell do you think?"

Zhang Lan asked:

"It's up to us to fight the old ghost in Penglai, there's no chance of winning. I'm not afraid, but I think you have to win at least some of the people you can fight.

With more people, you will be more powerful.”

Chen Qiu had no answer.

After counting breaths, he spoke:

"That's better, you, Master Zhang Lan, go to the Jade Palace and tell Huang Wucan about Penglai's plan to see if he is willing to help?"

Zhang Lan curled her lips. She had just done such a big thing and would go to Jade Palace now.

Even if Taoist Ziwei didn't hurt them, those disciples of the Jade Palace would not give up.

"Zhang Lan, when you first heard about this, you didn't believe it. You still hope to be able to touch others? You will naturally find helpers, and you can't win if you fight alone.

But it's not now to find a helper.

We have no basis for saying it.”

Chen Qiu looked at the surging river in front of him and narrowed his eyes, he said:

"Do you really think that Huang Wusan and the others know nothing about Penglai? It's impossible! No matter how stupid they are, they will taste a little after Qu Xie and Uncle Ren.

They were waiting, and the big sects were like this and they were very steady.

Those elm heads, if they don’t see Penglai harming the world with their own eyes, if they don’t see the mythical golden body that has been forged for thousands of years, and if they don’t slap them in the face by reality, they won’t act rashly.”

He looked at Zhang Lan and said:

"The immortals stand on the divine platform, and the mortals can only kneel down and worship. No matter how powerful the mortals are, they dare not provoke the immortals. But if we can make the immortals bleed, we can pull them off the divine platform and roll them into the mud.

Who is still afraid of them?

Who will respect them?

I didn't plan to do this alone from the beginning. The world is like a cauldron water boiling, and all the creatures in the world are in the cauldron. Even if you and I have eight hands, how many can we save?

They have to learn to save themselves.”

Zhang Lan nodded.

He looked at the black fan in his hand and asked again:

"What about the first step? What are our first step?" Remember "→m.viequg" on the mobile phone for one second to provide you with exciting reading.

"Practice martial arts!"

Chen Qiu raised the knife in his hand and closed his eyes. When the cold air was born, a set of sinister sword techniques were scattered.

In the gust of sword wind, he said:

"No strength, no matter how good the plan is, it is just a plan.

If we want to fight Penglai, our current martial arts are not good.

You need to master the night glass fan in the shortest time. Although this fan is a poison fan, it does not require the control of poison. If you can be loved by it, you will naturally be able to use it.

But if you want to exert the power of the poison fan, you have to practice poison skills from now on.

Unfortunately, Uncle Feng was seriously injured and could not teach you, so he went to Xuanyu to learn it. The little witch also learned poison skills. After a while, I will teach you the 'Ten Thousand Poison Demon Book'."

“Meow~”

The little white cat in Zhang Lan's arms suddenly stood up, waving her tail, as if she was stimulated, bowed her body and screamed into the darkness.

Zhang Lan also looked at the other side of the night, comforting the kitten in his arms, and said:

"Someone is here."

"You cat"

Chen Qiu stopped the knife and looked suspiciously at the little white cat in Zhang Lan's arms, and he said:

"That orange cat gave you a monster?"

"I don't know either."

Zhang Lan shrugged helplessly, and he said:

"Dad said that this cat is not strong in spirit, and it will not harm the people when it is put into the world, so I asked me to raise it. It is very weak, but it is supernatural, and has a very sharp perception. It will alarm it if the wind and movements within three hundred feet will be disturbed.
To be continued...