Wuxia: I’m driving Gundam in Mixed Wu

After Song Qingshu accompanied Qin Chuan around for a while, he led the people to the Zhenwu Hall.

In the hall, Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing the two enter the hall, Zhang Sanfeng got up to greet each other and said:

“Lord Qin Zhuang, the scenery of Wudang Mountain has a general charm compared to Dali.”

Qin Chuan replied with a smile:

“The mountains are not high, but the immortals are named.”

“It is also necessary to have Zhang Zhen in order for Wudang Mountain to have this aura.”

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said:

“Lord Qin Zhuang Liao praised, how can the old way be compared to Lord Qin Zhuang.”

Seeing that the two were chatting, Song Qingshu first saluted, and then silently retreated to the side.

After Zhang Sanfeng beckoned Qin Chuan to sit down, he asked Qin Chuan’s intentions.

“Lord Qin Zhuang is coming, he won’t come to the old Dao Xingshi to ask about the crime.”

Qin Chuan smiled and said:

“Of course not.”

“Next year, I am going to take someone to slay the dragon, and I want to ask you if you want to see it.”

Dragon slaying?

Zhang Sanfeng had heard the news of the Shenlong from Qin Chuan’s side a long time ago, and did not react much.

But the Song Yuanqiao father and son on the side are different.

Because Zhang Sanfeng had never mentioned the matter of the divine dragon to them, in their impression, the dragon did not really exist.

Now he suddenly heard that Qin Chuan was going to slay the dragon, and he also invited them to watch.

How can I not be shocked in my heart.

But the two people who are talking now are not existences that can interject at will.

So Song Yuanqiao’s father and son could only hide their doubts in their hearts.

But the expressions on the faces of the two could not be controlled.

Ignoring his own apprentices and grandchildren, Zhang Sanfeng asked suspiciously:

“Lord Qin Zhuang, didn’t you dispel the idea of slaying the dragon last time?”

“Why are the old things coming up again?”

Qin Chuan chuckled, and the feeling of hitting his face was indeed uncomfortable, but he still explained:

“The last time I was not thoughtful and forgot that next year’s sting was the day of the shock of Shenlong once in six hundred years.”

“At that time, the divine dragon will be crazy and wreak havoc everywhere.”

“If no one stops it, I’m afraid it will be a disaster for all directions.”

“Moreover, I also want to take this opportunity to let Nie Feng and Lin Pingzhi exercise with them.”

“With me watching, the problem of slaying dragons should not be big.”

“Zhang Zhenren, if you are interested, you can go and watch it together.”

“Just let the juniors in the pie gain more knowledge.”

This is a dragon slayer.

Although Zhang Sanfeng is more than a hundred years old, he can’t help but feel his blood boiling when he thinks of the scene of slaying the dragon.

Not to mention Song Yuanqiao’s father and son.

With fiery eyes, he looked at Zhang Sanfeng nervously, and he couldn’t wait to quickly agree.

“In that case, there will be the owner of Lao Qin Zhuang at that time.”

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Sanfeng still could not resist the temptation and decided to participate in this once-in-a-century grand scene.

At the moment when Zhang Sanfeng agreed, Song Yuanqiao’s father and son were also secretly relieved.

If it weren’t for the conditions, Song Qingshu even wanted to jump up and dance wildly.

“Then it’s a word, I’ll send someone to inform you at that time.”

After speaking, Qin Chuan raised his hand and left the coordinates in the True Martial Hall.

“The sword under the mountain is useless, you guys just watch and deal with it.”

“There will be a period later.”

Without waiting for Zhang Sanfeng to keep them, Qin Chuan’s figure disappeared in a burst of spatial distortion.

The way Qin Chuan left surprised Song Qingshu again.

“Master, Lord Qin Zhuang is gone?”

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Qingshu angrily and said:

“That’s right, he’s gone.”

“How did you go?”

This approach is beyond the scope of Song Qingshu’s understanding.

“This is the unique skill of Lord Qin Zhuang, called the art of spatial transfer.”

“Being able to go back and forth between two locations regardless of distance.”

“The other side of Lord Qin Zhuang should be Dali, where do you think that position is on our side?”

Zhang Sanfeng squinted his eyes and looked at Qingshui with a strange smile.

Song Qingshu was suddenly startled and asked in a trembling voice:

“Master, shouldn’t it be that sword?”

“What do you say?”

Zhang Sanfeng’s low voice made Song Qingshu feel a little chilly.

Song Yuanqiao then understood why Qin Chuan was so angry just now, this is not equivalent to coming to the door as a guest, and being driven to the door.

Qin Chuan didn’t get angry, he was already considered to have a good temper.

On the other hand, after Qin Chuan left Wudang, he did not return to Dali, but brushed down to the Great Tang.

Datang, the backyard of the Zhonghua Pavilion.

In the living room.

Xue Bing was carefully wiping an ordinary long sword on the table, chanting in his mouth:

“Isn’t this a sword on a rotten street, you can buy at least two of the ten taels of silver in the blacksmith shop, I really don’t understand why the master attaches so much importance to it, and he has to clean it every day.”

Jian Chen, who passed by the door, heard Xue Bing’s chatter, and said with a chuckle:

“Junior sister, don’t complain anymore.”

“Be careful, Master will count you down again.”

“I want you to take care of it.”

Although Xue Bing’s mouth was merciless, his movements were still a little softer.

Calculating the time, it has been almost two years since Xue Bing entered the nameless door.

He is familiar with Nameless and Jian Chen, and he is no longer restrained in getting along.

Thanks to his nameless name, Xuejiazhuang’s status in the Daming River and Lake is also rising.

And Lu Xiaofeng was also completely planted in Xue Bing’s hands as he guessed.

All the friends who used to be brothers and brothers with Lu Xiaofeng were after knowing that Xue Bing’s backstage was a martial arts myth nameless.

They basically cut off their plans to drink flower wine with Lu Xiaofeng.

What’s more, he was willing to help Xue Bing supervise Lu Xiaofeng together.

For example, Sikong Xingxing and honest monks them.

It’s just that recently, there have been many vendettas in the rivers and lakes, and everywhere has become a pot of porridge.

Lu Xiaofeng’s nosy gene attacked again, leaving a few words and going out again.

This made Xue Bing feel a little unhappy.

Suddenly, the space in the living room appeared a twist.

Jian Chen’s eyes were quick, and he instantly pulled Xue Bing aside.

Before Xue Bing could stand firm, Qin Chuan’s figure appeared in front of the two.

Xue Bing looked at Qin Chuan who suddenly appeared in surprise, his eyes widened, and his brain felt a little inadequate.

Jian Chen, who had experienced a spatial transfer, naturally knew that this was Qin Chuan’s secret technique.

So he hurried forward to salute.

“What about your master?”

Qin Chuan said hello to Jian Chen and Xue Bing, and asked Nameless.

“Lord Qin Zhuang, it’s really unfortunate that our master is not here these days.”

“It should be a few days before I come back.”

Hearing that Wuming was not there, Qin Chuan was suddenly a little surprised, there should not be anything that endangered Shenzhou during this time, where could he go.

So he asked:

“Do you know where your master went?”

Jian Chen shook his head and said:

“Back to Lord Qin Zhuang, these days are the death day of our senior lady, and the master should have gone to visit the senior lady.”

“In that case, when your master comes back, just tell him, I will come back in ten days, and let him wait for me.”

After that, Qin Chuan didn’t stop much, raised his feet and walked out the door.