Second only to the flying sword, this Qinglu sword is extremely sharp and can pierce the flesh and bones!

Wonderful sounds and myriad phenomena, like pearls pouring down from a jade plate.

As soon as he wiped his beard, he started talking to himself again.

"It is."

Bian Bei said lightly:

After resurrecting his life, he was lucky enough to come to the four states and seven seas where the immortal way manifested itself.

"Ancestor, let me guess."

"With my ancestor's abilities, why would I need to ask you about that kind of thing?"

He saw Feijian and replied.

…

But it is not some kind of robe or spiritual wealth medicinal plant, but the mouth of Yan Zhen lying across the back of the knee...

From the moment I relived my life, I came to the sky of Xudu.

Chen Heng held a long sword with a cold light in his hand, as bright as snow, and raised it to the level of his eyebrows, holding it between his eyes.

Although it sounds weak, it is still the master of Taifu Palace, but it can be used as a precaution——

By the time Patriarch Chen Heng reacted in shock, Feijian had already lowered his eyes again and fell into concentration.

In addition to the memories of later generations, every time that day comes, young men and women of the right age will hide a flower branch in their sleeves and come to the waterside with their elders to participate in the worship ceremony. On the day of "Fengsi Festival", there will be no firecrackers.

Fireworks and lanterns parade through the streets. If in the evening before the lantern festival ends, a man and a woman exchange flowers that have been hidden in their sleeves for a day, it means that they are in love with each other. The parents and patriarchs of both parties will choose a good and auspicious day to go on a pilgrimage.

Eight gifts for betrothal.

Feijian stood behind the window in a daze for a while, moving and moving, and there was a deep silence below him, and he could be either happy or angry.

All the things that happened in Fuyupo will finally come to an end."

"Who could have imagined? I'm afraid you dared to think like this when you were struggling to survive outside the water prison...that you, Bianbei, would not be alive today..."

The day after, he was beaten until blood flowed everywhere and his skin and flesh were torn.

I sighed again.

"This, I borrowed his face?"

To this day, even though I am only a humble Qi practitioner, I am still as humble as an insect, ant, mosquito, or fly in that small world of immortality.

It was obtained by Feijian from Qin Xian's Universe Bag. Judging from the various bead and jade carvings under the hilt, it was clearly the evil intention of the seventh-level Foundation Establishment monk.

With just a moment of fetal breath, the sword was about to emit a clear, low-pitched sound like the chirping of a crane, as if it was about to cut through the air at any time, and cut off a head, with a murderous intent!

Ancestor Chen Heng was not happy at all.

But there is no eternal life that shines with the sun and the moon, and is eternal with the heaven and the earth!

But with the collapse of the Hehuan Cult, the fun in Dongmi Province as a whole was half as bad for Patriarch Chen Heng.

"The prime years will come again, and the morning will never come again..."

"Huai Wudong is an upright sect! It's the Demon Sect! It's a famous upright sect that has existed since the ancient Taoist era! He also knows that you are a junior? Do upright juniors do such things!"

Before I left Bianbeipeng, the Puyu I saw along the road were either waterside pavilions or palaces and towers. They were all hung with red silk and colorful satin, creating a grand and joyous scene with lights and colorful decorations. I thought this was it.

Preparing for the "Fengsi Festival".

That mouthful of candlelight should be taken as a mere expression of one's inner feelings.

The next day, Bian Bei, who was holding her breath and weeping before her anger subsided, administered the medicine with her own hands. It is a common sight but also a rare thing...

Extremely domineering, fierce and sharp!

Later, I was patient enough to enjoy that kind of silence. When I was in the Chen clan, I had never participated in it.

In the distance, there were a few extremely distant sounds of music blowing in the wind, conveying a sense of lazy and festive joy, interspersed with firecrackers and bursts of laughter. The sound of the piano was as warm as water, as if it was stained with dust.

Seeing Feijian nodding, Patriarch Bian Bei could not help but rub his hands excitedly, his face full of hope.

"Four sects of Xuanmen..."

And then I was kidnapped by Fu Shen in front of the Xuanzhen Sect.

That time of "Feng Si Festival".

During the fight, Qin Xian was first immobilized by Yuan Yangsheng with the Ten Directions Liguo Pure Eyes, and before that, he was directly punched by Bian Bei into blood mist. He had no time to use all the methods, and naturally he used them.

fencing.

Two times of refining, eleven spiritual treasures and small restraints!

Patriarch Chen Heng quickly stood up from the tea table and asked curiously: "Your heart is obviously tied to his heart, what about him? Has he ever had feelings for you? Even for a moment?"

Feijian said calmly: "It's the ancestor's turn now, he might as well take a guess."

Only one pair of eyes flashed brightly, like ripples in a lake.

"He is a descendant of Huai Wudong, and he comes from four sects and eight sects. Even if he is asked, what can you do to him?"

He stared at it for a long time, his mind condensed for a moment, and he thought to himself:

Before coming to this life, it was just the fetal breath method of "fear of death and life, contentment of gods". Xu Zhishi helped me a lot, not just once or seven times.

I just climbed up under the tea table, smacked my lips, and took a sip from the tea cup that, given my current tall stature, could be used as a bathtub.

The inside of the Qiankun Bag became vast...

Then he laughed again, dispelling all the distracting thoughts in his chest, and calmed down.

The Beidou Sword Urn given to me by the Master of Taifu Palace was a sword spirit that was personally inserted into it by a swordsman who failed to practice the "Beidou Star Sword Sutra", using the talisman as a carrier.

Ancestor Chen Heng kept his eyes open.

"The human body is like morning dew, and the moon shines forever. The situation is like treating people, and their hair becomes silk in a moment..."

"..."

Even among middle-grade talismans, the Zhanzhu Sword is still commonplace.

It wasn't until I summoned a few targets from the True Dharma Realm and used the sword a few times, that the ground was covered in blood and I didn't notice anything strange, that I started to worry.

At that time, Patriarch Chen Heng suddenly stuck out his head and muttered:

…

"At first, you thought that his young brother was charming and charming, and that he was a real god among the gods. No one in the four states or Qihai could compare with him. But after seeing him in person in the past few days, you realized that you were still stable.

I am a real dragon and phoenix!

"If the matter of asking and taking was spread, how could he ask you to hang out in Naxudu? Does the ancestor want to be arrogant?"

But in the end, the pain caused by Han Dou Zhenqi was gone. Even when the mountain wind blew by, I felt cold to the bone, and my blood felt like it was going to freeze to death.

Ancestor Chen Heng looked beautiful, scratched his head, and spoke truthfully:

Come on carelessly.

The end of the story.
Chapter completed!