Depressed Fairy

"Prince Ping?" Zhang Shouxin's expression changed slightly and he said, "He is notoriously greedy and lustful."

"Sun Zhengyao uses it for his name, and Prince Ping should promise it for profit!" Xue Huochen had made up his mind and no longer hesitated, "Go to the storehouse and take out the Yinghuo knife."

Zhang Shouxin was startled, but couldn't help but said: "Headmaster, why do you still have to..."

"Do you also think that I have gone my own way and lost my mind?" Xue Kuchen frowned and wanted to scold him, but then thought of something and shook his head, "Forget it, you are already the chief, and you will inherit the position of head teacher in the future. Look, You will know it when you read the classics and files, so I will reveal it to you first.”

Zhang Shouxin was stunned.

"Every few hundred years, there will be a catastrophe in the world," Xue Huoshen took a deep breath, "We mortals are inherently deficient and have no power to resist in the face of catastrophe. Only the divine way can resist the catastrophe!"

Zhang Shouxin became more and more confused: "Since it has been hundreds of years..."

"Do you know that in this world, the positions of the four emperors will not be complete, because once the four gods are here and the world is complete, it means that the catastrophe is coming! The accession of the Xiyue Emperor to the throne is a sign of the catastrophe! If the divine way is not protected, , once it’s affected, it’s too late to regret it! If you want to take it, you must give it first!”

Xue Kuo sighed deeply: "This tiger-destroying king is my certificate of submission to Huangliang Road!"

There is no airtight wall in the world. Xue Kouchen gave orders back and forth, and there was movement in the entire Huangliang Road from top to bottom, and he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

"The person who pretended to be Chen Shiji?"

After Chen Shiyou, the second son of Jingyang Hou, got the news, he frowned: "This man killed Gu Cangqiong, the elders of Huangliang Road, the mountain god, and the great worshiper of Huangren! Such a murderous person , I’m afraid it’s not easy to get the news from him, so I might as well forget it.”

The two people following him were a thin scholar named Pinhui, who was in charge of the Jingyang Marquis Mansion, and had the title of chief registrar; the other was a guard of the Marquis Mansion, named Jiang Hong, who had the title of Dutou.

"How can this be so?" Jiang Hong immediately disagreed: "I came here just to find the prince! How can I ignore the person pretending to be the prince when he comes?"

Chen Shiyou sneered and said: "Chen Shiji was pretended to have fought several battles, which made his father Hou Kong happy. He sent several letters to inquire about him from home, but he couldn't be found. How long has it been, and he is still alive? I don’t know which valley to rot at the bottom of the cliff, and go to accompany his mother.”

Jiang Hong frowned and said: "Second Young Master, be careful what you say! My late mistress is also your aunt!"

Displeasure flashed through Chen Shiyou's eyes, and he said, "I said the wrong thing, and I deserve to be punished." Then, he changed the subject, "Jiang Guards, why don't you go and inquire about it to see if there is any chance of contacting the Tiger Destroyer. Ask for news about my brother.”

"good!"

Many visitors can feel that the atmosphere in Huangliang Road is getting more and more depressing.

I don’t know where the news came from, saying that the senior Su Lao from the two peaks of the mountain and the seven most powerful Xiantian warriors in Huangliang Dao had been killed by Chen Shen, the Lord of the Mountain Destroyer, at the foot of the mountain!

"As far as I know, it has been less than an hour since the old men came down from the mountain! An hour! Even seven pigs, it takes a lot of effort to kill them, right? Seven warriors at the peak of innateness, just say no, and they are gone? "

Jiang Hong, Qianjin Sanren, He Lu and others were mixed in the crowd. Listening to others' comments, they also felt that the situation was confusing.

Everyone had different thoughts at the moment.

Suddenly, at the edge of the vestibule square, a middle-aged man with a bare upper body and a tattoo of a dragon strutted out, carrying a thick-backed sword. He jumped up and down to the mountain gate, and disappeared after another move.

"Prince Ping!? Where is he going?"

This man was named Ping Wang because he came from the Daning clan. He had great talent in martial arts since he was a child. He became a grand master at the age of thirty-seven. Now he is nearly sixty. Because of his superb martial arts, he looks like he is still in his prime.

Among the crowd, there was a handsome young man wearing a green shirt, holding a folding fan, Shi Shiran said: "What King Ping is holding is one of the most precious spiritual weapons of Huangliang Road, called Yinghuo Dao, which ranks among the world's most magical weapons. "

"Why did the treasure of Huangliang Road get away from him? Is it because Huangliang Road blocked the tiger-destroying king?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was moved.

But before taking action, many disciples came out and persuaded the idlers in the square to go back to their houses.

Immediately, some people were dissatisfied and said: "We are not subject to the restraint of your Huangliang Road!"

Then a Huangliang disciple said: "Then please come down the mountain! This order is also the intention of the Divine Court. If you want to disobey it, there is no need to participate in the Divine Ceremony."

"Who knows how to use Shenting to suppress others, pretending to be powerful..."

This man in the world is used to fighting fiercely, even if he bows his head under pressure, he still has to shout twice.

However, many of them did not live in Shanmen, so many people were crowded into many houses, making it noisy for a while.

But today's Huangliang Dao disciples no longer care about getting angry with these people. At most, they send a few outer disciples to guard the entrances of each wing, while neatly dressed elite disciples each hold a bamboo sign. , arranged horizontally and vertically in this huge front courtyard square, and then sat down one by one.

jingle.

After a crisp sound, white mist gathered from the mountains and filled the square, as if covering each disciple with a thin layer of mist, protecting them inside.

Prince Ping's movement skills were unparalleled in the world. As soon as everyone was driven to their respective houses, he was already on the mountainside, feeling the movement of the long sword in his hand. He was both happy and worried at the same time.

"Huang Liangdao even took out this thing, which means that this person is really difficult to deal with. I have to be more careful. If I can fight, I will fight. If I can't fight, I will make friends..."

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a sudden palpitation in his heart and slowed down his pace involuntarily.

In front of him, a young man in a gray Taoist robe was walking in the mountains. King Ping's vision suddenly became blurred. When he focused again, the young Taoist had already arrived in front of him, staring at him with eyes as bright as water!

Startled, King Ping turned his forward momentum into a retreat, and after pulling away, he raised his long sword and looked alert.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed with gold, and he understood: "So he is a grandmaster. Isn't it said that there are no grandmasters in Huangliang Dao?"

"This man is called King Ping, and he is not from Huangliang Dao."

An old voice came, and Sun Zhengyao, dressed in a black robe, came quickly to Chen Yuan and bowed: "Although this man is greedy, he rarely does evil. I hope you can show mercy and spare his life. After all, there are not many grandmasters in the world, and they are all pillars of humanity."

"Old man Sun, you..."

King Ping was stunned for a moment. A grandmaster of martial arts, facing a young Taoist, was a disciple!

And he didn't fight yet, and he begged for mercy for himself? What's this?

He immediately realized the danger, held his breath, and looked at Chen Yuan.

This time, King Ping looked very carefully and immediately noticed the fierce momentum of the other party, and then the spiritual long sword in his hand actually trembled and made a mournful cry!

At this moment, he and his sword merged into one, his mind grew, and he seemed to see a purple-robed Taoist sitting in the void, suppressing the world with unparalleled momentum. He just stretched out his hand and fell like a mountain, crushing him!

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, King Ping took a deep breath, swung his long sword, and stuck it into the ground.

"No more fighting!"

King Ping admitted defeat faster than his body movement.

The people in the mountain gate had just entered the house not long ago when they heard the wind. They knew that King Ping rushed all the way and admitted defeat when he came to the other person. They couldn't help but feel it was outrageous!

"Why would King Ping do such an outrageous thing?"

The young man in green counted with his fingers and frowned.

Someone noticed his expression and asked, "Master Tianji, you have always been able to plan everything. Do you know why?"

"The Divine Strategy shows that King Ping is a clear-minded person, which means he knows himself and will not get involved in danger." Master Tianji was surprised, "Doesn't that mean..."

Before he finished speaking, the people standing at the window suddenly became agitated.

The others squeezed over to take a look and saw several more figures outside the mountain gate. The leader was wearing a gray Taoist robe with long hair flying. Behind him were two great masters, Sun Zhengyao and King Ping, walking quickly on the left and right.

"Is this man the Lord of Destruction? He looks so young and handsome!"

"Is that Mr. Sun and King Ping? Why are they following behind like a long-time follower?"

"Did he surrender to the enemy?"

"It's really Mr. Chen!"

Qianjin Sanren looked from afar and recognized Chen Yuan, so he and He Lu looked at each other in surprise.

"Is he so fierce? Did he really come to Huangliang Road?"

In the house next to him, there was Jiang Hong with a look of surprise.

"How come this guy looks exactly like the prince? But his temperament is completely different!"

In front of the mountain gate, Chen Yuan suddenly stopped and looked up at the San'e Peak in the distance.

Amidst the clouds and mist, a magnificent altar can be vaguely seen, which seems to be surrounded by several statues of gods, shrouded in a hazy light, and it is not clear.

"Is that the Divine Scripture Altar? According to Taoist Gui Yuanzi, it is also called the Ascension Terrace. Although the Emperor of Xiyue is called Xiyue, his divine court is not on the mountain, but in the depths of the sky. Only through this Ascension Terrace can he be connected."

Retracting his gaze, Chen Yuan looked forward again.

At the top of the ancient mountain gate, there are three cursive scripts with flying dragons and phoenixes.

Huangliang Dao!

When Chen Yuan's eyes touched the three words, he sensed the strong sense of sustenance in them. In the haze, it seemed to outline a dreamland, with a spirit to bring all the poor scholars in the world into one village!

But, this spirit has dried up.

"What a pity."

He then passed through the mountain gate.

On the spacious front square, Huangliang disciples sat upright, each of them full of blood and qi, with good martial arts attainments, reflecting the sect's heritage.

They each lived in a place, like an intersection on a chessboard, each of them was a fulcrum, forming a huge formation!

A faint mist enveloped everyone's body, with the power of the earth veins of Mount Taihua blessing it, forming a shield to protect the disciples.

A pair of sharp eyes filled with hatred and anger focused on Chen Yuan. Regardless of whether they were men or women, every Huangliang disciple had resentment written on their faces, entangled together through the formation, brewing something.

The next moment, the majestic artistic conception spread and entangled, wanting to suppress him on the spot!

Qianjin Sanren, Jiang Hong and others who were looking at it from a distance were immediately upset and irritable, their spirit was taken away, and their blood and qi were not flowing smoothly.

At this time, Xue Pichen's voice sounded: "Cuishan Jun, since you have come to my Taihua Mountain today, don't think you can leave."

He stood on the stone steps behind the disciples, with white mist protecting his body. His expression was gloomy, but there was no anger in his words, but deep calmness.

"Good momentum! Good spirit! Good will! It seems that you have made up your mind, so I won't say any more nonsense, I will break your spirit and suppress your spirit! See the real chapter in your hands!"

Boom!

There was a thunder under Chen Yuan's feet, and the whole mountain gate seemed to shake!

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